Her gaze settles on my cock, still thick and hard, and her shock turns even more intense. She's never seen anything like it—anything so primal, so powerful. It's a stark contrast to the tiny, soft things her brother and father have, she can compare now that she can see theirs for the first time too. This... this is something else entirely.
Mr. Mace and Philip snap out of their daze, their faces flushing with embarrassment as they realize their family member has walked in on us. They fumble to cover their crotches with their hands, their tiny penises hidden away again from the world.
"Gwyn, sweetheart, please, leave," Mr. Mace says, his voice gruff but filled with a desperation that wasn't there before. His eyes implore her, and I can see the fear in them—fear of what this might mean for their family, for their perfect little world that's now been irrevocably tainted by the knowledge of sex.
But Gwyn doesn't move, her eyes still locked on my cock. I can see the beginnings of fascination in her gaze, the same curiosity that's gripped her mother and will fascinate other females in this world. "Stay," I say softly, my voice calm and soothing despite the chaos in the room. "There's something I need to show you, something important."
Mrs. Mace looks at me with a mix of fear and hope, the reality of our situation finally sinking in. She knows that we can't just pretend this hasn't happened, not when Gwyn has seen what we were doing. But she also knows that if I can convince her daughter to stay, to accept this new reality, then we might stand a chance of keeping our secret, of continuing our journey together.
So, I lean down and whisper in Mrs. Mace's ear, my voice a gentle caress that's filled with the same power that had her begging for more just moments before. "Gwyn needs healing too. Tell her it's okay, tell her it's all part of the healing process," I murmur, my breath hot against her skin. She nods, her eyes wide with understanding.
"Gwyn, honey," Mrs. Mace says, her voice soothing and calm. "This is part of a unique kind of healing. It's nothing to be afraid of. It's very special."
Her words hang in the air, she's spreading my lie but to Mrs Mace it's the truth. Gwyn's eyes dart between us, searching for a reason to believe, for an explanation that makes sense in this world where sexual intimacy is as foreign as the stars.
As I study Gwyn, I can't help but see the echoes of Mrs. Mace in her delicate features—the same high cheekbones, the same full lips that had so eagerly kissed me earlier. Her body is a younger, slimmer version of her mother's, the curves not yet fully developed but hinting at the beauty to come. She's on the cusp of womanhood, and I know that with my guidance, she'll bloom into a creature of unparalleled desire.
Gwyn's eyes are wide with shock, but they're also filled with a spark of curiosity that matches her mother's. She's at that age where she's starting to feel the stirrings of her own sexuality, but without the knowledge to understand what it means. The sight of me, a man with a cock that defies the norms of this world, must be as confusing as it is intriguing. I can see the questions forming in her gaze, the need to know the secrets that her body is whispering to her.
Mrs. Mace's hand tightens around mine, a silent plea for help. I give her a reassuring squeeze, my thumb stroking her knuckles gently. She's the key to this puzzle, the one who can either push her daughter away or draw her closer into my web of deception. And it's clear from the way Gwyn looks at her mother that she trusts her implicitly.
Gwyn's eyes are wide and searching, her gaze flickering between her mother's face and my cock, which still stands proudly erect. I can see the wheels turning in her mind, trying to piece together the puzzle before her. Her hair, a lighter shade of her mother's honey blonde, falls in loose waves around her shoulders, framing her delicate face. Her features are softer, more innocent, but the same spark of life and passion burns in her eyes.
Taking a deep breath, I sit up straighter, the fabric of the couch sticking to my sweat-slicked skin. "Gwyn," I say, my voice steady and calm, the tone of a wise sage imparting sacred knowledge. "I am a spiritual healer with a vast amount of knowledge. The things you've seen here tonight, they are part of a sacred ritual that I perform to cleanse the soul and heal the body."
Mrs. Mace nods, her eyes never leaving her daughter's face. "It's true," she murmurs, her voice filled with a passion that could only come from the depths of her soul. "What we've shared was the most incredible, the most profound experience of my life."
Mr. Mace, still standing awkwardly with his hand over his crotch, looks at me warily. I can see the doubt in his eyes, the fear that his daughter will be drawn into the same web of lust that's ensnared his wife. But his own curiosity is piqued, and he can't deny the way his tiny penis tingles at the sight of his wife's swollen, well-fucked pussy. It's a reminder of his own inadequacy, a stark contrast to the power I hold in this room.
"Steve, this... this isn't for Gwyn," he stammers, his voice a mix of anger and fear. "She's too young, she doesn't need this... this kind of healing."
I look him straight in the eye, my voice calm and commanding. "Mr. Mace, your concerns are understandable, but I assure you that this is for the greater good. The purity of youth is a powerful force, and if we can harness it, we can create a more harmonious future for all of us. Trust me, your daughter will benefit greatly from this."
He hesitates, his hand still clutching at the fabric over his tiny micropenis. It's clear he's torn between the desire to protect his daughter and the undeniable allure of the unknown. "But how can you be sure?" Mr Mace asks, his voice laced with doubt at Steve, a boy no older than his own son.
I lean in closer, speaking in a hushed tone that only he can hear. "Mr. Mace, think of this as an opportunity for spiritual enlightenment, not just for your wife and daughter but for yourself and Philip. Imagine the growth you could experience by witnessing the purest form of healing, one that's been lost to our world for so long."
The doubt in his eyes flickers, and I see the beginnings of a spark, a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, he can gain the manhood he's never known. "But what if it doesn't work for me?" he whispers, his voice barely audible over the heavy silence.
"Ah, Mr. Mace," I say, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Your dedication to your family is commendable. Your love for Mrs. Mace is palpable, and that love is a powerful force." I let the words hang in the air, watching as his expression relaxes slightly. "But remember, I am a healer of the soul, not the body. The true transformation comes from within, and the power of love is what will guide your journey."
Mrs. Mace nods in agreement, her eyes shining with the passionate love she feels for me. "You saw how I changed, how my body responded to him," she says, her voice filled with reverence. "It's a miracle, something we've never felt before."
Mr. Mace looks at his wife, the love and hope in her eyes undeniable. He turns to me, his own hope beginning to flicker. "But what about me?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can you... help me too?"
I nod solemnly, keeping the secret of his inherent impotence to myself. "Of course, Mr. Mace," I say, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Love is the most potent force in the universe. If you open your heart and allow the healing energy to flow through you, I'm sure you'll find the strength you seek."
Inwardly, I smirk. I know the truth, but his desperation is my leverage. If he believes that there's a chance for him, he'll be more willing to allow me to 'heal' his daughter. The thought of her untouched, innocent body is almost too much to bear, but I keep my cool, my gaze never wavering from his.
Gwyn is still watching us, her expression a mix of shock and fascination. She's at that age where she's starting to feel the beginnings of her own sexuality, and she's hungry for answers. Her eyes keep straying to my cock, and I can see the question in them: why isn't it like the others? Why is it so... substantial?
"Gwyn," I say softly, beckoning her with a crooked finger. "Come here, I need to show you something important."
Her eyes dart between her mother's nod of encouragement and the monstrous erection that still juts out from my hips. She takes a tentative step forward, her curiosity warring with the fear that's painted on her features. Each step is measured, her toes curling and uncurling against the cold floor, as if the very act of moving towards me is a declaration of intent.
"Come here, Gwyn," I repeat, my voice a gentle coo that belies the power I wield. She's the next piece of my puzzle, a fresh canvas for me to imprint my sexual knowledge upon. "There's nothing to be afraid of."
Her eyes are glued to my still-erect cock, a silent question hanging in the air. "Steve....What... what is that?" she asks, her voice shaking slightly. I can see the fear in her eyes, the uncertainty, but also the spark of curiosity. She's never seen anything like it, and it's a mystery she can't help but want to solve.
"It's a part of me," I say gently, "a part that has the power to heal and bring great joy. It's a gift, one that I share with those who are ready to receive it."
Gwyn's eyes are as wide as saucers, and she's visibly trembling as she approaches me. She's torn between her fear and her curiosity, and I can see the war raging within her. She stops a few feet away, her gaze locked on my cock. It's still hard, still pulsing with the aftermath of the intense pleasure I've shared with her mother.
"May I?" I ask, my voice a gentle purr that belies the power I know I have over her. I extend my hand, palm up, in a gesture that seems innocent enough. But deep down we all know what's really happening here—I'm asking for permission to touch her, to claim her, to make her mine in the same way I've done with her mother.
Mrs. Mace nods, a soft smile playing on her lips. She knows what I'm capable of, what I can do to a woman's body and soul. And she's willing to give me that power over her daughter. Gwyn looks at her mother, then back at me, and finally nods. Her hand is cold and trembling as it meets mine, but I hold it firmly, my thumb brushing against her skin in a way that feels almost paternal—but we both know it's anything but.
I stand, my cock swaying slightly as I rise from the couch. Gwyn's eyes follow it, her curiosity growing stronger with every moment. I lead her to the center of the room, my heart pounding in anticipation. She's so young, so pure—the thought of being the first to introduce her to the pleasures of the flesh is exhilarating.
As I place my hands on her shoulders, I can feel the tension in her body, the way her muscles quiver beneath my touch. She's like a deer in headlights, frozen in place but ready to bolt at the slightest provocation. But she doesn't pull away, doesn't resist as I guide her closer. Her breathing is shallow and quick, her chest rising and falling with each gasp.
My fingers trace the curve of her neck, feeling the pulse of her heart beating rapidly beneath my fingertips. I can feel the heat of her skin, the warmth of her youthful vitality. Her body is a testament to the beauty of innocence, and I revel in the power I hold to corrupt that purity.
As my hand moves down to the small of her back, her breath hitches, and she leans into my touch. Her body is a canvas yearning for the brushstroke of experience, and I'm the artist eager to paint it with the colors of passion. Gently, I guide her closer, the tip of my cock brushing against her stomach, leaving a trail of precum that marks her as mine.
Her eyes are wide, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she looks up at me with a mix of awe and terror, her pupils dilating as she processes the sensation of my erection against her. Her skin is softer than I could have ever imagined, like the petals of a freshly bloomed flower, untouched by the harsh realities of this world.
As I guide her closer, my cock nestles against her, and I feel the warmth of her body, the heat of her curiosity. Her breath is sweet, a gentle breeze that fans the flames of my desire. I can see the goosebumps rise on her arms, the way her nipples harden against the fabric of her shirt. She's feeling things she's never felt before, experiencing sensations that have been denied to her for her entire life.
My hand slides down to her waist, my fingers skimming the soft curve of her hip. Her skin is smooth and unblemished, my hand felt like it was moving over silk. The fabric of her skirt whispers against my skin as I lift it, revealing the slenderness of her thighs. Her legs are like sculptures, untouched by the hands of a lover, unmarred by the caresses of a man. I run my fingers along the inside of her thigh, the softness of her skin making me ache with need.
As my hand moves upward, I feel the heat of her pussy through the thin barrier of her panties. Her breath hitches, and she bites her bottom lip, a silent invitation. I can feel her heart racing, the blood pumping through her veins, the same blood that will soon be crying out for the touch of my cock. The fabric of her underwear is damp, the scent of her arousal a heady perfume that fills the room. I know she's never felt this before, never known the power that lies dormant between her legs.
But as I lean in, Philip snaps and comes rushing towards me, his face a mask of rage. "What are you doing to her?" he roars, his tiny micropenis bobbing impotently with each step. His fists are clenched, his body tense and ready to fight. "I thought you were my friend! What kind of friend does those disgusting things to his buddy's mom and sister!?"
"Philip, no!" Mrs. Mace cries out, her hand shooting out to stop him. But he's beyond reason, driven by a primal instinct to protect his sister from the unknown.
The scent of Gwyn's arousal hits him like a physical blow, and he stumbles back, his eyes watering. It's a smell that's never existed in this world, a scent so potent and alien that it sends his senses into overload. His stomach lurches, and he retches, the reality of what's happening before him finally sinking in.
"Get away from her, you monster!" he chokes out, his voice thick with bile. But his body won't cooperate. The scent is like a poisonous gas, he screams as pain and revulsion racks his body.
I pull back, my hand dropping from Gwyn's waist, feigning a look of hurt and confusion. "What are you talking about?" I ask, my eyes wide and innocent. "I was just... explaining the healing process to her."
Gwyn's face is a picture of shock and embarrassment, but she nods, backing up my lie. "It's true," she stammers, "Mom said it would be okay."
Mr. Mace steps forward, his hand on Philip's shoulder, his eyes never leaving mine. "Calm down, son," he says firmly, his voice a stark contrast to the tremble in his body. "Let Steve do his work. If it's what it takes to save this family..."
Philip's eyes dart to Gwyn, then back to me, his disgust evident. "You're going to change her you snake, like you changed Mom," he spits out, the words loaded with accusation and fear. "What gives you the right?"
"The right to bring joy and enlightenment?" I reply calmly, my hand still resting gently on Gwyn's shoulder. "Your mother is happier than she's ever been. She's found a part of herself she never knew existed. Isn't that what we all strive for?"
Mr. Mace nods solemnly, his grip on Philip's shoulder tightening. "Son," he says, his voice steady and firm, "perhaps this is the answer we've been seeking. Maybe this... this gift that Steve has, it's something we could learn from him."
Philip's eyes narrow, his jaw clenching as he looks at me, but there's a flicker of hope in his gaze. He's seen the change in his mother, the way she moves with a newfound confidence, the light that's been kindled in her eyes. And deep down, he's desperate to know what it's like to feel that kind of power, to be the one to make a woman tremble with pleasure.
Mr. Mace steps closer to his son, his voice low and earnest. "Think about it, Philip," he says, his eyes never leaving mine. "This man has something we don't. Something that can bring life to this cold, sterile world. And if he can give that to us, to our family... wouldn't it be worth it?"
Philip's eyes dart between his father and me, his mind racing with questions and fears. But he sees the hope in his father's gaze, the desperation in his mother's eyes. And then he looks at Gwyn, standing there, trembling but not fighting, not running away from the touch of the strange, powerful boy with the monstrous cock. He knows she's feeling something she's never felt before, something that's calling to her, whispering promises of pleasure and power.
Finally, with a defeated sigh, he nods. "Fine," he says, his voice thick with reluctance. "But if you hurt her, if you do anything... wrong..."
I give him a knowing smile. "Of course, Philip. The healing process is sacred. It's all about love and trust. You know that."
With his reluctant acceptance, the tension in the room eases slightly. Mrs. Mace takes this moment to interject, her voice soothing as she addresses her son. "Why don't you go get us some refreshments, dear? Give Gwyn and me a moment with our new... spiritual guide."
The anger in Philip's eyes turns to confusion, but he nods stiffly and retreats to the kitchen, slamming the door behind him. The sound echoes through the house, punctuating the silence that follows. Gwyn's eyes are still wide, but she's no longer trembling, instead watching me with a mix of awe and trepidation.
With the room clear, I again place my hand back under her skirt, feeling the warmth of her pussy through the damp fabric of her panties once more. The softness of her mound, the heat of her desire, it's exquisite. This world is so innocent, so untouched by the carnality of sex, and yet here I am, about to introduce her to the most primal of human experiences.
Gwyn's breath hitches as my fingers trace the edge of her underwear, her eyes never leaving mine. She's so trusting, so eager to understand what this "healing" truly is. I can feel the anticipation building in her, the way her body leans into my touch despite her fear.
With a deft movement, I slip my fingers under the fabric, my heart racing as I make contact with her velvety folds. She gasps, a sound that's music to my ears, and her legs quiver slightly. Her pussy is wet and warm, a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. It's a secret garden, untouched and waiting to be explored.
Gwyn's eyes widen as I stroke her gently, her breath coming in short bursts. She's never felt anything like this before, and the sensations are overwhelming. I lean down, my eyes locked on hers, and press my lips to hers in a soft, tender kiss. It's her first kiss, and the innocence of it is intoxicating. Her mouth is sweet and unblemished, just like her soul.
As our lips move together, I feel her body melt against mine, the tension draining from her. She's no longer just a curious observer but a willing participant in this sacred dance of the flesh. I deepen the kiss, my tongue probing her mouth as my fingers explore her pussy. She tastes like heaven, like the purest essence of life itself.
Her breathing becomes more erratic as I slip a finger 1/2 an inch into her, feeling her tightness clench around me. She's a virgin, untouched by the hands of a man, and the thought sends a thrill through me. Her eyes widen, and she gasps into my mouth, her hips bucking slightly against my hand. It's a sensation she's never experienced, and I can feel the beginnings of an orgasm building within her.
I break the kiss to gaze down at her, my cock aching to claim her fully. Slowly, I pull her shirt over her head, revealing the perfection of her breasts. They're small, but perfectly rounded, with pink nipples that stand erect from the cold air and the heat of her arousal. Her eyes are glazed over with lust, and she whispers my name, a sound that sends shivers down my spine.
With trembling hands, she helps me pull down her skirt and panties, the fabric sliding over her smooth, unblemished skin like a whispered promise. She's never been naked in front of anyone, never felt the rush of vulnerability and power that comes with exposing oneself fully. As the fabric pools around her ankles, she stands before me, her legs slightly apart, her pussy glistening with her excitement.
Mrs. Mace watches us with hungry eyes, her own desires reflected in the way her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath. She moves to the couch, sitting down with an air of expectancy, and I follow, pulling Gwyn onto my lap. Her legs straddle me, her knees digging into the cushions on either side. The heat of her cunt is like a brand against my cock, and I fight the urge to plunge into her immediately.
Instead, I whisper to Mrs. Mace, "You've felt this power before. Now, I need you to help me share it with Gwyn." She nods, her eyes never leaving my face, and reaches over to grasp my erection, her hand trembling slightly with excitement. I guide her hand to Gwyn's pussy, the wetness of her daughter's arousal making my cock throb with need.
Mrs. Mace gasps as she feels the slickness, her eyes widening with understanding. She looks at me for a moment, the question in her gaze, and I give her a gentle nod of encouragement. She wraps her hand around my shaft and begins to rub the head of my cock against her daughter's delicate folds, spreading the wetness and teasing the entrance to her virginity. Gwyn's eyes roll back in her head, her mouth forming a silent "Oh" as she experiences a new level of pleasure.
"Now, Gwyn," I murmur, my voice low and hypnotic, "You need to lower yourself down. This is the next part of the healing process. It may be a little painful at first, but it's necessary."
Her eyes are wide with a mix of fear and excitement as she nods, her body poised over mine. I hold her hips firmly, guiding her into position. She's never felt a man's cock before, never known the stretch and the burn that comes with losing one's virginity. Her skin is like porcelain, unblemished by the rough touch of the world, and I know that once I take her, she'll never be the same.
"Relax," I murmur into her ear, the scent of her arousal intoxicating. "Let your body take over."
Gwyn nods, her breathing shallow as she lowers herself onto me, her pussy parting around the head of my cock. Mrs. Mace watches with rapt attention, her own hand slipping between her thighs to play with her clit as she sees her daughter's innocence slipping away.
The moment my cock breaches Gwyn's hymen, she cries out, the pain mixing with the intense pleasure that floods her body. She's so tight, so untouched, and the feeling of her walls clamping down on me is like nothing I've ever experienced. Her eyes widen with shock, and for a brief moment, she looks as if she might pull away.
But Mrs. Mace is there, her hand guiding Gwyn's movements, whispering words of encouragement and reassurance in her ear. She's lost in her own world of pleasure, her eyes glazed over as she watches her daughter's transformation from innocent girl to woman. And then, as if on cue, the door to the room opens, and Philip walks in, a tray of drinks shaking in his hands.
His eyes widen in shock, the color draining from his face as he sees his sister's naked body straddling me, my cock disappearing into her tight, untouched pussy. The sight of her blood, a crimson ribbon that runs from my shaft to my balls, is like a slap in the face, a stark reminder of the reality he's been avoiding. For a moment, he just stands there, the world around him seeming to slow down as he tries to process what he's witnessing.
The tray of drinks wobbles precariously in Philip's grasp, the condensation sliding down the glasses like tears. He takes a step back, his legs threatening to give way beneath him. Mrs. Mace notices his distress and quickly moves to intercept him, her voice a gentle coo that belies the ravenous hunger in her eyes.
"Philip, darling," she says, her hand reaching out to steady his trembling arm. "You remember what we discussed. This is part of the healing process. It's nothing to be afraid of."
The tray of drinks wobbles again, but he doesn't drop it. His eyes are glued to the scene before him, the sight of his sister's innocence being taken by one of his friends who somehow has a massive cock. It's like watching a sacred ceremony that he's not quite sure he's ready to understand.
Mr. Mace clears his throat, his eyes flicking between his daughter's face, contorted with a mix of pain and pleasure, and his son's horror. "Philip," he says, his voice strained, "just... set the tray down."
Philip's hand shakes as he lowers the tray to the coffee table, the glasses clinking together, the ice cubes in the drinks chiming like a mournful bell. His knuckles are white from the death grip he has on the tray, and his eyes are filled with a turmoil of emotions: shock, anger, confusion, and a strange, unsettling arousal that he can't quite comprehend.
Mr. Mace's face is a mask of stoicism, but I can see the flickers of jealousy and yearning beneath the surface. He's watching as his daughter's purity is claimed by a cock that's unlike anything he's ever seen, and the power I wield over her is something he desperately craves for himself. The way she moans, the way her body responds to me, it's a heady aphrodisiac that fills the room, and he can't help but want a taste of that power.
I begin to move my hips up and down, the slow, deliberate motions causing Gwyn to gasp and whimper as my cock stretches her further. She's tight, so unbearably tight, and the sensation is exquisite. Mrs. Mace's eyes are glued to our joined bodies, her own hand moving faster between her thighs, the wetness of her pussy audible as she brings herself closer to climax.
Gwyn's hips start to move with me, her body instinctively seeking the rhythm that will bring her the most pleasure. She's a natural, her movements becoming more confident as she discovers the beauty of sex. The sight of her, a picture of innocence lost to carnality, is more than I can bear, and I thrust into her with more urgency, claiming her fully.
As she rides me, her eyes flutter shut and her head falls back, her long hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of gold. I lean forward and take one of her nipples into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and teeth. She cries out, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body. Her breasts are small and firm, her nipples pebbling with excitement as I suck and nibble on them, eliciting gasps and whimpers that are music to my ears.
Mr. Mace's gaze is transfixed on the sight of his daughter's nakedness, the way her body moves in such an intimate, erotic dance. His cheeks are flushed, and I can see his tiny penis beginning to slightly harden but was still far from an erection that he will never achieve. It's clear he's never felt this way before, never wanted someone so badly and been denied the ability to act on it. The power of the situation is not lost on me.
"You see, Philip," Mr. Mace says, his voice strained but firm, "this is what true power looks like." He gestures to my erect member, the one thing that separates me from the impotent males of this world. "Look at the size, that's what we need to achieve. With enough time, Steve can teach us to grow to that size."
Philip's eyes widen with a mix of anger, embarrassment, and a hint of fascination. He's still reeling from the scene before him, but he's a young man with desires of his own, and the thought of possessing such power is too tempting to dismiss outright. Mrs. Mace nods in agreement, her own hand still buried between her legs.
"It's okay, Philip," she purrs, her voice thick with lust. "Your sister is just receiving a special kind of healing. One that will bring joy to our entire family."
Philip's eyes dart from his sister's bouncing breasts to the monstrous cock invading her, and back to the hungry gaze of his mother. The room is charged with an electric tension that no one can ignore. Mrs. Mace's hand is a blur between her legs, her breathing shallow and rapid. She's lost in the display of power and pleasure, her mind racing with the possibilities of what this means for her own life.
Gwyn's movements become more erratic as she approaches her climax. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and she bites her bottom lip to stifle her cries. The sensation of being filled so completely is overwhelming, and she's never felt anything like it before. Her pussy clamps down on my cock as she reaches the peak, her body convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm. It's a sight that would make any man's knees weak, and it's clear that even in this sexless world, the power of an erect penis is not lost on her.
Her scream pierces the air, a primal cry of ecstasy that echoes through the room. Mrs. Mace's eyes widen in surprise, her own hand stilled between her thighs as she watches her daughter's face contort with pleasure. She's never seen anything so raw, so unbridled in her entire life, and the sight of it has her own arousal spiking.
With a final, powerful thrust, I release into Gwyn, filling her tight, untouched cunt with my cum. She bucks against me, her body riding out the waves of pleasure that crash through her. Her pussy pulses around my shaft, milking me for every last drop as I kiss her deeply, swallowing her cries. It's a moment of pure connection, of two souls entwined in the most intimate dance imaginable.
Mr. Mace watches us with a strange mix of awe and envy, his own body betraying his desires despite his lack of understanding. Mrs. Mace has reached her peak as well, her hand still buried between her legs, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as she watches her daughter's first sexual encounter.
When Gwyn's body finally stills, her breathing evening out, she opens her eyes to find her mother's gaze on her, filled with a hunger she can't quite place. Mrs. Mace licks her lips, and the room feels thick with unspoken desire.
As I pull out of Gwyn, something strange begins to happen. I feel a warm, tingling sensation that starts at the base of my spine and spreads outwards, like a rush of energy being drawn into me. It's as if the very essence of Gwyn's innocence and purity is being absorbed into my body, my spirit growing stronger with every pulse. The air around us seems to crackle with unseen power, and I realize that the act of claiming her virginity has had a profound effect on me.
There had been a very faint sensation prickling at my senses ever since I arrived in this bizarre world but I'd ignored it until now, thinking it was to do with after-effects from the teleportation/time travel. It wasn't just the sterile, mechanical way people lived, devoid of any hint of sexual awareness—it was something deeper, a vibrant energy humming in the air.
The same energy had increased before with Mrs. Mace, but I'd been too focused on the act itself to fully appreciate it. This time, however, I'm acutely aware of the exchange happening. It's like nothing I've ever felt before, and it's intoxicating. It's as if every drop of her arousal, every moan of pleasure, is feeding my soul, making me more powerful.
Until now, I had been using the fake concept of spiritual healing and spiritual energy to seduce and trick the naïve people in this world. But now I suddenly realize that spiritual energy was a real thing! Was there something that subconsciously drove the concepts into my head? It seems too much of a coincidence that the thing I'd made up just so happens to become reality.
I stand up, Gwyn's legs still wrapped around me, and she clings to me, her body limp with satisfaction. The sight of my glistening cock, still erect and thick, makes Mr. Mace's tiny penis throb with a newfound urgency that he can't explain. He's desperate to feel what I'm feeling, to be the one in control, but he's trapped in a prison of his own body.
Gently, I set Gwyn down on the floor, her legs wobbly from the intense experience. She looks up at me with a love-drunk expression, her eyes shining with adoration. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse from her screams of pleasure. "I feel... I don't know. It's like I'm alive for the first time."
I smile down at her, my heart swelling with power. "There's much more to come, my sweet Gwyn," I murmur, my voice low and seductive. "Now, I need you and your mother to do something for me."
They both look up at me, their expressions a mix of adoration and anticipation. They have no idea what I'm asking, but they're eager to please, to be a part of this newfound world of pleasure and power that I've introduced them to. "On your knees," I say, my tone firm but gentle.
Mrs. Mace is the first to comply, her eyes never leaving mine as she lowers herself to the floor, her knees pressing into the plush carpet. Gwyn follows suit, mimicking her mother's movements as if in a trance. They're both naked before me, their bodies flushed and glowing with the aftermath of our encounter. Their fine, sparse pubic hair glistens with the remnants of our love making, and the scent of their arousal lingers in the air.
As they kneel, I step closer, bringing my still-hard cock mere inches from their faces. Gwyn's eyes widen, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink as she stares at the massive organ that has just claimed her innocence. Mrs. Mace licks her lips, a question forming on her tongue.
"Is... is this part of the healing process?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly.
I nod, a knowing smile playing on my lips. "Yes, Mrs. Mace. This is an advanced technique. One that requires your complete trust and openness." I stroke her cheek gently, and she leans into my touch, her eyes glazed over with a mix of lust and curiosity.
"What's happening?" Gwyn whispers, her eyes darting between my cock and her mother's face.
"Gwyn, my love," I begin, my voice soothing and authoritative, "this is the final part of your healing ceremony. You've been such a brave and willing participant so far. Now, I need you and your mother to show your respect and gratitude to the source of your newfound life."
Mrs. Mace's eyes widen slightly, but she nods, eager to please. "How do we do that?" she asks, her voice thick with desire.
"It's quite simple," I explain, stroking my cock gently. "You both need to show your appreciation by kissing it. It's an ancient spiritual practice that will help to seal the bond we've created and ensure that your healing process is complete."
Mr. Mace's jaw clenches, his eyes darting between his daughter's naked body and my glistening member. He's horrified, repulsed by the very notion, but his curiosity is piqued. He's never felt this kind of desire before, never understood the concept of sexual power, and he can't help but be drawn to it.
"But... but that's... that's not right," Philip stammers, his eyes wide and horrified as he stares at the scene unfolding before him. The thought of his sister, the girl he's protected and loved all his life, being used in such a way is too much for him to bear. But even as he speaks, he can't tear his gaze away from my cock, his cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and envy.
Mrs. Mace, however, seems unfazed by her son's protest. She moves closer to me, her eyes locked on my cock, and I can see the hunger in her gaze. "It's okay, Philip," she says soothingly. "This is just part of the healing process."
Gwyn nods in agreement, her eyes still wide with wonder. "Yeah," she says, her voice a breathy whisper. "It smells... different. But nice." She leans in and gives my cock a tentative peck, her tongue flicking out to taste the mixture of my semen, her and her mom's vaginal fluids and virgin blood. Mrs. Mace watches her daughter, her eyes darkening with desire.
Mrs. Mace then leans in, her breath hot on my cock. She takes a deep inhale, savoring the scent before her eyes close in ecstasy. "It smells... powerful," she murmurs before her lips make contact. Her kiss is more lingering, more reverent than Gwyn's. I feel a surge of power as she presses her lips to the head of my cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.
They both look up at me with a sense of wonder, their eyes sparkling with curiosity. "It's like nothing we've ever tasted," Mrs. Mace says, her voice hushed. "It's... it's like a taste of life itself."
Gwyn nods, her eyes shimmering with the same awe. "It's sweet and salty," she says, her voice filled with amazement. "It makes me feel... complete."
I watch them, my heart racing with excitement. The power of my spirit is growing, and it's all thanks to their innocence, their willingness to submit to my will. I stroke Mrs. Mace's cheek, guiding her to take more of my cock into her mouth. She does so eagerly, her eyes never leaving mine as she takes me deeper.
Gwyn watches her mother, her curiosity piqued. She leans in, mimicking Mrs. Mace's movements, her own tongue darting out to taste me. The sight of the two of them, kneeling before me, eager to serve, is almost too much to bear. The energy in the room is palpable, and I can feel my power growing with every moment that passes.
"Good," I murmur, stroking their hair. "That's it. You're both doing so well."
Gwyn and Mrs. Mace, driven by their newfound desires, begin to get more into it. Their inexperienced tongues and lips explore my cock eagerly, their movements growing bolder with each passing moment. I lean back on the bed, a look of pure bliss etched on my face, watching as they both become lost in the sensual experience. The feeling of their soft hair under my fingers as I guide them, the warmth of their mouths, the wetness of their saliva – it's a symphony of sensation that has my heart racing and my spirit swelling with power.
Looking down at the two females loving my cock with their mouths, I see the spiritual energy dancing across my skin and traveling down to my balls and centering there. This is where its being stored.
Then it hits me: *mana*. I remembered it from the fantasy stories of my old world, a mystical force tied to life itself. But here, mana wasn't some generic magic—it was intrinsically linked to sex and arousal, the very forces this society had eradicated. Every stifled instinct, every unacknowledged flush of desire, had fused into a shimmering pool of power, untapped and waiting.
A theory formulates in my mind but I have no way of determining if its correct - it seems that the spiritual energy (the fantasy fan inside me keeps referring to it as mana) inside people in this world concentrates quickly in people in this world due to the non existence of sex and intimacy amongst billions of people. Being the only ones to experience sex in this world means that we are the only receivers of mana in this world, concentrating it inside us rapidly when we become aroused.
There may be mana in my home-world but it's so diluted and spread out because of all the sex-based actions, thoughts and feelings that occur there. However, here on this world the mana lays completely unclaimed. Until now that is. In a world where sex didn't exist, this mana had nowhere to go. Without the spark of intimacy or the release of passion, it had built up over countless years, saturating the environment like an overfilled dam ready to burst. I could feel it now, a warmth that pulsed beneath my skin whenever I stood close to someone, especially the women whose bodies seemed to glow with unspoken potential. It was a reservoir of energy no one else could sense, let alone touch—a consequence of a society that had replaced natural reproduction with artificial means, leaving the primal force of mana dormant and unclaimed.
Yet, accessing this mana wasn't as simple as feeling it. Across all worlds, mana tied to sex required a specific key: fertile semen, the essence of creation itself. Only someone with that vital spark could draw the mana in, shape it, and wield it. In this world, where men's bodies had adapted to a sexless existence, their fertility stripped away by generations of machine-driven reproduction, I was the exception. I alone carried fertile semen, a relic of my own world's biology, making me the sole conduit capable of harnessing the mana that drenched this land. This why the mana was being stored in my testicles.
I try manipulating the mana with my will and find that I can easily draw it out of my body and change it's shape and location with hardly any effort. Does getting hit by a plasma beam during the teleportation have something to do with it too? Could the plasma beam have caused me to be able to see and manipulate the mana concentrating around me? These are questions that I may never know the answer to but it seems that I was the beneficiary of an amazingly fortunate set of circumstances that granted me potential to amass an enormous amount of power.
Philip and Mr. Mace, on the other hand, are a study in contrast. They stand there, frozen in shock, their eyes glued to the sight before them. The discomfort on their faces is palpable, a stark reminder of the vast chasm that now separates us. The knowledge that they may never experience this kind of pleasure, may never feel the warm embrace of a woman's love, is a burden they may carry with them every day if they fail in their spiritual education. Yet, even in their confusion and fear, there's a spark of something else – curiosity, perhaps, or a desperate need to understand what's happening just in case they are successful with their spiritual training.
As I watch them, I notice a subtle change. The air around them seems to thicken, to pulse with a faint light. It dawns on me – their mana stores are filling, albeit slowly. I realize that I've been feeding on mana from the two guys in the room too but their mana is directly linked to their arousal and sexual jealousy. In fact, very strong feelings related to sex charges their mana. The very act of being cuckolded by me is charging their spirits, albeit in a way they can't comprehend or control.
The room is now suffused with an almost tangible aura of desire and power. Gwyn and Mrs. Mace are lost in their worship of my cock, their movements becoming more confident, more practiced, as if guided by some unseen force. Their eyes are glazed over with lust, their breaths coming in shallow pants as they each take turns sucking me, their cheeks hollowing with the effort. The sound of their wet kisses and slurps fills the air, mixing with their moans of pleasure.
Guiding Mrs. Mace's head with one hand, I gently place my other hand on her cheek, turning her face towards my heavy, swinging balls. She looks up at me with a question in her eyes, but the hunger there is all the answer she needs. I nod, a silent command, and she eagerly obeys, her tongue darting out to lick at the base of my shaft before moving down to my balls. She takes one into her mouth, rolling it around her tongue, savoring the taste of me, while her hand cups and massages the other.
Gwyn watches her mother with rapt attention, her eyes wide and curious. I can see the wheels turning in her head, the desire to learn, to understand, to participate. I lean down and whisper in her ear, "Why don't you take the tip of my cock into your mouth?" She nods eagerly, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She opens her mouth and takes the head of my cock, sucking gently, tentatively. I feel her tongue exploring me, tasting me, learning me.
Mrs. Mace's eyes never leave mine as she licks and kisses my balls, her mouth moving in time with Gwyn's suckling. It's a beautiful, erotic sight, one that sends waves of pleasure crashing through me. The room feels electric, charged with the power of the new sexual energy we've unlocked. I can feel their mana stores growing stronger with each passing moment, filling with the potent essence of their desire.
Their combined efforts push me closer and closer to the edge. My breathing becomes ragged, my hips begin to rock back and forth, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable crescendo. And then, with a roar that echoes through the room, I cum. It's a powerful, earth-shattering release, one that seems to go on forever. My semen spurts into Gwyn's eager mouth, filling it, and then onto her mother's face, her eyes closing in ecstasy as she's bathed in the warm liquid.
They both look up at me in shock, their faces coated in my seed. They don't know what's happening, but the pure, primal instinct takes over. Their bodies react to the new sensation, their mana stores pulsing with the energy of the unknown. Gwyn swallows, her eyes wide with surprise, while Mrs. Mace lets out a gasp, her hand moving up to touch her face, to feel the sticky wetness.
"It's... it's warm," Mrs. Mace murmurs, her voice filled with awe. She brings her hand to her mouth and licks the cum from her fingers, her eyes never leaving mine. "It tastes... sweet," she says, her voice hushed.
Gwyn is in euphoria as she savours and swallows the mouthful of cum I've given her as she watches her mother's reaction, she's never felt closer to her mom than she has at this moment in time. Gwyn gives my cock one last kiss before letting her mom suck the last few jets of cum from the slit at the end of my cock, globs of cum dribble down her chin. She tentatively brings her hand up and tastes it, her eyes lighting up with wonder. "It's like nothing I've ever had," she says, her voice filled with excitement. "It's... it's delicious."
Mrs. Mace nods, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she savors the taste on her tongue. "It's like... it's like a piece of heaven," she says, her voice trembling. "I didn't know something could feel so... right."
But Mr. Mace and Philip are a different story. The sight of Mr. Mace's wife and daughter on their knees before me, their mouths filled with my cum, is too much for him to handle. The confusion and anger on their faces is clear, their disgust palpable. They stumble back, horrified by the scene.
Yet, there's something else in their eyes, something I recognize all too well. It's fear. They're afraid of losing what little they've just discovered. The thought of not understanding, not experiencing, not being a part of this newfound power is terrifying to them. So, instead of speaking up, they stand there, silent, their eyes flicking from me to the women, unsure of what to do or say.
Mrs. Mace and Gwyn, their eyes glazed with lust and curiosity, look up at me. The air is thick with sexual tension, and I know exactly what to do next. "Now, my beautiful girls," I say, my voice low and commanding. "You must clean each other. It's the final part of the healing process."
They nod in unison, their faces still coated in the evidence of their newfound desires. Gwyn leans in, her tongue flicking out to catch the last drops of cum that cling to her mother's cheek. Mrs. Mace's eyes flutter closed as she feels the gentle touch of her daughter's tongue, and she can't help but let out a soft moan. The sound sends a shiver down my spine, and I know that I've hooked them both.
As they clean each other's faces, the sight is nothing short of erotic. Their innocence is tainted now, their eyes gleaming with the knowledge of the pleasure they've just shared. I watch them intently, my cock already beginning to swell again at the thought of what's to come. They move with a grace that belies their inexperience, their tongues dancing over each other's skin, tasting and savoring every drop of me.
Philip and Mr. Mace are still frozen in place, their tiny, twitching micropenises the only indication of their inner turmoil. I can feel their anger, their confusion, their fear, and it's all delicious. Their impotence is a stark contrast to my own power, my own ability to bring these beautiful women to their knees, to fill them with pleasure and power in a way they never knew existed.
As Gwyn and Mrs. Mace continue to clean each other's faces, the tension in the room shifts. The air is charged with a new, electric energy – the kind that only comes from the forbidden, the unexplored. They're lost in the moment, their tongues tracing the path of my cum, their eyes locked on each other. It's a sight that would make any man with a functioning penis hard, but these two guys are left with nothing but their own inadequacies, their own inability to understand or participate in this primal dance of lust.
I can feel it, their mana stores brimming with the power of their newfound desires. I decide to test the waters, to see if I can draw from them without them even knowing. I close my eyes, focusing my energy, and extend my spirit towards them. It's like reaching into a well of pure, untainted emotion – the kind that has never been muddied by the complexities of sexual experience. Their mana is raw, potent, and it calls to me like a siren's song.
I pull gently at first, just a small stream, feeling the energy flow into me. It's intoxicating, a heady rush that makes me feel alive, more powerful than I ever have before. Their arousal, confusion and fear are like a drug, fueling my spirit, making my cock throb with renewed vigor. I can feel their hearts racing, their bodies responding to the energy I'm stealing from them, even as they watch their wife and daughter serve me.
Mrs. Mace and Gwyn are oblivious to the exchange, their attention fully focused on each other. Their kisses become more passionate, their tongues mingling with the remnants of my cum, sharing in the act that has bound them to me. The sight is almost too much to handle, but I maintain my composure, continuing to draw from Phil's and Mr. Mace's mana stores.
Their naked forms, though devoid of the physical prowess I possess, are still a marvel to behold. Their bodies are a testament to the purity of this world, untouched by the corruption of sexual desire. Their tiny, limp penises stand as silent sentinels to their ignorance, twitching slightly as they watch the scene unfold before them. They're like children witnessing a secret adult ritual, unsure of what they're feeling but knowing it's something profound.
Their mana stores, now drained, leave them feeling empty, lost in a sea of confusion and humiliation. But this is just the beginning. I can sense the energy in Mrs. Mace and Gwyn growing stronger as they continue to kiss and lick each other clean. The act of consuming my essence seems to have unlocked something within them, a hunger that can never be satiated by Phil or Mr. Mace's tiny, ineffectual members.
As their kisses become more urgent, more passionate, I feel my own power swell. It's like I've tapped into an unlimited source of spiritual energy, one that feeds off their innocence and purity. Their bodies are trembling, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as their hands roam over each other's flesh. The sight of them, so vulnerable and open, is almost too much to bear. I can feel the jealousy and anger emanating from the two men, but their fear of losing the power they've just glimpsed is stronger than their outrage.
Their mana streams into me, filling me with a warm, pulsing energy that makes me feel invincible. I can feel every cell in my body vibrating with the power of their desire. My naked cock is hard as rock again, ready for more rounds of sex. It's a feeling like no other, a high that I never knew existed. The room seems to pulse with the energy of our shared experience, the very air vibrating with the intensity of it all.
As I stand before them, my cock throbbing with the power of their love and submission, I know that I've reached a new level of dominance. I've become more than just a man; I'm a god to them, a being of unspeakable power and beauty. They're mine, utterly and completely, and the knowledge sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
Mrs. Mace and Gwyn break away from each other, both panting and flushed. They look at me, their eyes full of adoration, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. They're lost in the moment, unsure of what's happening but unable to resist the siren call of the new sensations I've introduced them to.
As I stand before them, my cock still erect and demanding, I can feel my own mana reserves swelling to near capacity. It's an exhilarating sensation, one that makes me feel like I could conquer worlds. The energy they've given me is pure and potent, a testament to their innocence and the power of sexual discovery. I revel in it, my eyes gleaming with the knowledge that I'm the only one who can give them what they truly crave.
Their eyes are on me, waiting for their next command, their bodies still shivering with the aftershocks of pleasure. I can see the hunger in their expressions, the need for more. It's a hunger that I intend to satiate, but only to leave them wanting more, forever bound to me and my 'healing' touch.
As the last droplets of their mana fill my spirit, my vision blurs around the edges, the room swirling with a kaleidoscope of colors. It's as if I've become a living conduit of lust and power, a beacon of carnality in this chaste world. The feeling is heady, making me feel like I could bend reality to my will. The weight of their adoration presses down on me, a delicious burden that only fuels my desire to take more, to give more, to be more.
I find that I can feel extra mana in the traces of my cum on their skin, I decide to try to use it to make changes to Mrs Mace and Gwyn's bodies. I use the residues of semen as a conduit to channel my manipulation of mana.
Mrs. Mace and Gwyn's kisses grow more fervent, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion and submission. And as if by some ancient, forgotten magic, the remnants of my cum, which still cling to their faces, begin to vanish. It's not a simple wipe away or evaporation – it's as if their very skin is drinking in the essence of my seed, absorbing it into their very being. Their cheeks flush, their breathing quickens, and their eyes sparkle with an unearthly light.
The transformation is subtle but undeniable. Mrs. Mace's wrinkles smooth out, her breasts growing fuller and more firm. Gwyn's skin glows with a radiant sheen, her curves becoming more pronounced, her body blossoming before our very eyes. It's as if the act of tasting my semen and me directing mana into the right places in their bodies has unlocked some dormant genetic potential within them, rejuvenating their cells on a molecular level.
Their bodies respond to the power I've imbued within them, becoming healthier, more vital. I keep focusing and find I don't need to use my semen as a conduit anymore as I grow more confident in my ability to harness and shape my mana for practical use, putting the final flourishes to the modifications to my lover's bodies.
The room goes quiet, all eyes on Mrs. Mace and Gwyn. They stand there, dumbfounded, looking at each other with a mix of shock and wonder. They've felt the change, the sudden surge of vitality and strength, and they know something profound has occurred. The others in the room, Mr. Mace and Philip, their jaws hanging slack, watch as the women touch their newfound beauty, feeling the changes in their bodies as if for the first time.
"What... what did you do to them?" Mr. Mace stammers, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and fear.
"I've merely unlocked the true potential within them," I reply, my voice calm and self-assured. "Their bodies and spirits are now in perfect harmony, thanks to my healing technique."
As I speak, I focus my inner gaze, peering into their bodies to observe the effects of my seed. To my astonishment, I notice a faint glow emanating from their lower bellies, concentrated at the exact locations of their fallopian tubes. It's as if my essence has traveled through their bodies, seeking the life force within their eggs.
I witness the sperm traveling way faster than should be possible through their reproductive system into the ovaries and one of the lucky sperm cells combines with the egg instantly. As if that isn't amazing enough, the rest of the sperm help push the fertilised egg down the fallopian tube and into the uterus embedding it in the uterus lining as the fertilised egg develops into a blastocyst at rapid pace before slowing down to normal development speed.
I can almost feel the electric spark of life during this amazing sequence of events, initiating the process of conception without the need for their impotent partners' involvement. As I concentrate, I realise it's my own mana driving this process, subconsciously I'm doing this myself because I love the thought of getting them pregnant. This is amazing. I have subconscious control of my mana, allowing my will to speed up conception to instantaneous speed. What should have taken days or weeks - I made happen in seconds!
"Mrs. Mace, Gwyn," I declare with a knowing smile, "in nine months' time, you will both give birth to strong, healthy children. Your bodies have been cleansed and empowered by the divine energy of my spirit."
Their eyes widen in shock, their hearts racing at the revelation. Mrs. Mace's hand instinctively moves to her stomach, her mind racing with the impossibility of such a claim. "How can this be?" she whispers, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and hope.
"Your bodies have been cleansed and empowered by the divine energy of my spirit," I explain, my voice smooth and reassuring. "In this world, the natural process of conception is lost to you, but I have restored it. Your union with me has reawakened the ancient magic within you."
The room is silent, the gravity of my words hanging in the air. The men stare at me, their eyes filled with a mix of envy and fear. They know their roles are obsolete, that the power to create life now lies with me and the women. The concept of paternity as they know it is shattered, replaced by a new understanding that I alone hold the key to continuing their bloodline.
Gwyn and Mrs. Mace, their eyes filled with a newfound appreciation and love, stand before me, pressing their naked bodies against mine. Their soft skin feels like silk, their curves fitting perfectly against my hard muscles. They are like two lost souls who have finally found their savior, clinging to me as if I am the source of all life. The warmth of their bodies, the scent of their arousal, it's all intoxicating.
"It's time for us all to go to bed," I announce, my voice a gentle command that resonates with the authority of a man who knows what he wants and how to get it. They nod eagerly, their eyes still glazed over with desire. They know that this night has been a transformative one, a night that has changed the very fabric of their existence.
Mrs. Mace and Gwyn each take one of my arms, leaning into me as if I am the only source of warmth and comfort in a cold, unfeeling world. Their naked bodies are a testament to the power I hold over them, a power that transcends the simple act of sex. As we make our way to the bedroom, the air around us crackles with the energy of the spiritual union we've shared.
Surprise flits across my face when I notice Mr. Mace and Philip retreating to separate bedrooms. "Don't you and Mrs Mace share a bed?" I ask, feigning innocence.
Mrs. Mace gives me a puzzled look. "Why would we do that?" she asks, her voice tinged with genuine curiosity. "It's not comfortable, and we wouldn't get a good night's sleep."
I stroke her cheek gently, a knowing smile playing on my lips. "In the sacred texts of my order," I say, referring to the fictional spiritual teachings I've been weaving into their reality, "it is written that the most profound healing occurs during the deepest stages of rest, when our spirits are most open to the divine. By sleeping together, our auras can mingle and amplify the healing energy. Trust me, this is an ancient practice that has been lost to time."
Mrs. Mace nods, a soft smile spreading across her face. Gwyn, still a bit overwhelmed by the evening's events, looks to her mother for guidance. Mrs. Mace's eyes meet mine, filled with a mix of trust and a hint of something else, something more primal. She understands, on some instinctual level, that she needs this. That we all do.
"Very well," she says excitedly, leading the way to her bedroom. "We will all sleep together."
The room is modestly furnished, with a large bed in the center. Mrs. Mace and Gwyn climb into the bed, their naked forms beckoning me closer. The sight of them, their bodies now infused with my essence, is almost too much to resist. But I remember my cover, the illusion I've woven around us all. With a deep breath, I settle in beside them, my cock still semi-erect and pulsing with the power of their love.
Phil, looking slightly uncomfortable, clears his throat. "Hey, I actually had a bunk bed set up for you in my room," he says, his voice betraying his confusion, I can't believe he still wants a sleepover with me despite everything that's happened. He wants to put on a mature persona to show he can be my disciple, well isn't that quite the turn around?
Mrs. Mace smiles and nods thoughtfully. "That's very grown up of you Philip. I'm glad to see you've moved past that earlier unpleasantness. Why don't you bring the folding bed into our room?" she suggests, her eyes never leaving mine. "That way, we can all sleep together, and the healing process can continue throughout the night."
Phil hesitates, his cheeks coloring slightly. "I... I guess that would be okay," he stammers. He glances at his sister, who gives him a small nod of encouragement.
"Well done Phil," I say with a smile. He gives me a forced smile in return. "Why the change of heart?"
"Dude, we've been best buds forever. Plus, I've been thinking about Steph, could you teach me how to be a spiritual healer so I might be able to do some of the same things with Steph?"
Of course! Stephanie Scott is Phil's girlfriend, a short sweet blond girl with her hair normally done up in a bob. She has green eyes and a button nose. She is one of the shortest girls in our grade at 4'11" tall but she's a cute little thing. I have no idea how he managed to charm her in this world or my original world. In this world though, it is unlikely to be anything but platonic. Until I corrupted Phil's mind that is.
"Of course dude," I lied, there is nothing I can do for the poor guys in this world. "But as I've already told you and Mr Mace, it will take several years to train you up."
"Thanks, you're the best." The smile on his face is priceless, it kind of makes me feel bad for my subterfuge. I've definitely corrupted Phil by taking his mom and sister's virginity in front of him, there was no way that he would have had the inclination to do these things with a woman before I warped his mind.
As Phil leaves to fetch the bed, Mrs. Mace and Gwyn move closer to me, their bodies pressing against mine. Their warmth and the faint scent of their desire fills the space between us, leaving no doubt about their intentions. The air is charged with an energy that's palpable, and as I pull the covers over us, I can feel their hearts racing with anticipation.
Phil returns, his face flushed, and sets up the folding bed with a quiet efficiency that belies his inner turmoil. He's torn between his curiosity about the 'healing' process and his instinctual need for distance from his sister and mother's newfound intimacy with me due to his aversion to the smell of female arousal. He glances over at us, his gaze lingering on the bed before he turns away, his shoulders slumping slightly.
With a gentle nudge, I urge Mrs. Mace and Gwyn closer to me, their soft curves molding against my body. They comply without question, their eyes glazed over with desire. My cock, still standing tall and proud, throbs with anticipation. I can't resist the temptation any longer. The power I've gained from their love is too much to contain.
With a swift motion, I throw off the covers, exposing the three of us to the cool night air. The sight of my erect member elicits gasps from both women. Their eyes widen in amazement as I guide Mrs. Mace's hand to my shaft. She looks at me for reassurance, and I give her a knowing smile, my eyes never leaving hers as she tentatively wraps her fingers around it. Her touch is gentle, almost reverent, as if she's handling a sacred artifact.
I stand up, my cock pointing the way to the future I've laid out before us. I place a hand on Mrs. Mace's shoulder, gently pushing her down to her hands and knees on the bed. She complies, her curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar sensations coursing through her body. Gwyn watches, her eyes wide with wonder as I position myself behind her mother, aligning my cock with her wet entrance.
With one smooth thrust, I claim Mrs. Mace's body, her gasp of pleasure echoing through the room. Gwyn's eyes never leave us, her gaze locked onto the place where we're joined, fascinated by the act she's never seen before but definitely been involved in. She reaches out a trembling hand to touch her mother's back, her fingertips tracing the contours of her skin as she feels the tremors of pleasure that shake her body.
The room fills with the sound of our lovemaking, the slap of flesh against flesh, the wetness of Mrs. Mace's pussy enveloping my cock. I thrust into her with purposeful strokes, feeling her walls tighten around me as she approaches climax. The mana in the room grows stronger with each of her moans, and I can feel the energy building within me. I reach out to Gwyn, placing a hand on her cheek, guiding her to look at me as I fuck her mother.
Her eyes are wide with a mix of curiosity and arousal. I lean down and whisper in her ear, "You're next, my sweet girl," my voice filled with promise. She nods, her breath hitching as she watches her mother's face contort with pleasure. I can see the hunger in Gwyn's eyes, the desire to experience what I'm offering.
Withdrawing from Mrs. Mace with a soft groan, I guide Gwyn to take her place, her eyes never leaving my cock. I position myself behind her, the head of my cock nudging against her tight, untouched hole. She gasps as I push in, her body accepting me with an eagerness that's almost desperate. I ease into her, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me. The sensation of her tight pussy gripping my cock sends waves of pleasure through me.
Her eyes squeeze shut as I fill her, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Mrs. Mace watches from the bed, her own desire reflected on her flushed cheeks. I lean down, capturing Gwyn's mouth in a deep, claiming kiss, connecting with her body and soul. Her body trembles as she adjusts to the new sensation, her innocence further slipping away with every thrust.
Behind us, Phil can't tear his gaze away. His tiny penis tingles, the only sign of arousal he knows. He watches, confused and slightly nauseated by his body's reaction to the scene playing out before him. His mind races with thoughts he can't quite articulate, his emotions a tumult of anger and envy. Yet, he can't bring himself to leave the room, as if drawn to the raw power of the act he's witnessing. His eyes dart from the bed to the floor, trying to avoid the sight of his sister and mother being claimed by a man who seems to hold all the cards.
Gwyn's cries grow louder, her body shaking as she reaches the pinnacle of pleasure again. Mrs. Mace, her own need still unfulfilled, watches with a mix of maternal concern and carnality. She can feel the mana in the room swirling around us, a heady mix of power and desire that's intoxicating. She reaches out, her hand caressing Gwyn's cheek, whispering sweet nothings to her daughter, encouraging her to let go.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a flicker of movement. Turning my head, I spot Mr. Mace, his tiny frame outlined in the doorway. He watches us, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. His hand is at his crotch, but his micropenis remains limp, the tingling sensation of arousal foreign and unsettling to him. The sight of his wife and daughter in the throes of passion, with a man whose sexual prowess he can never hope to match, is a stark reminder of his own inadequacy.
Ignoring him, I focus on Gwyn, her tight pussy gripping me like a vice as she climbs towards another orgasm. I increase my pace, my hips smacking against her ass as I drive deeper and harder into her. She whimpers into the pillow, her body shaking uncontrollably as she surrenders to the pleasure I'm giving her. The scent of her arousal fills the air, mixing with the sweet aroma of Mrs. Mace's desire.
With a final, powerful thrust, I slam into Gwyn's quivering body, her orgasm tearing through her like a storm. Her walls clench around my cock, milking every drop of cum from me. She collapses onto the bed, her breath coming in shuddering gasps as she tries to process what she's just experienced. Mrs. Mace, watching intently, licks her lips, her own desire reaching a fever pitch.
I stand up and pull out of Gwyn's quivering pussy, my cock glistening with the evidence of our shared ecstasy. Mrs. Mace doesn't waste a moment, turning around and getting on her hands and knees, her ass in the air. She looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering with need. "I'm ready," she says, her voice husky with lust.
I can't resist her, the sight of her willingness to submit to my desires. I position myself behind her, aligning my cock with her still-wet pussy. She gasps as I push into her, her walls clenching around me once more. I begin to move, my hips slapping against her ass with every deep, powerful thrust. The bed squeaks in protest, the only sound in the room other than our muffled grunts and gasps.
Gwyn watches us, her own curiosity piqued by her mother's wanton behavior. I reach out and stroke her thigh, my hand moving up to her clit. She jumps at the contact, her eyes shooting open in surprise. Mrs. Mace watches our reflection in the mirror, her eyes glazed over with desire as she sees me touching her daughter.
The energy in the room builds as I fuck Mrs. Mace faster, my cock plunging into her wetness with an urgency that seems to resonate with the very fabric of the universe. Her moans grow louder, her body arching back to meet me with every thrust. Gwyn's hand joins mine, her fingertips tentatively exploring her own pleasure as she watches us in the mirror.
The first orgasm hits Mrs. Mace like a wave, crashing over her and leaving her trembling beneath me. But I don't stop. I keep moving, my hips a relentless force that drives her higher and higher. She cries out, her nails digging into the bedsheets as a second orgasm washes over her, the power of her mana feeding into me, strengthening my own. Her pussy clamps down on me, milking me, but I refuse to let her go.
Gwyn's eyes are glued to the mirror, her hand moving faster over her clit as she watches her mother's rapture. I can feel the tension building in the room, the pressure of the unspoken desires and emotions threatening to boil over. It's a heady mix, and I revel in the power it gives me.
With Mrs. Mace's cries of pleasure reaching a crescendo, I pull out of her once again, her pussy spasming around my cock. She collapses onto the bed, her legs shaking uncontrollably. I don't give her a moment to rest, instead, I push Gwyn onto her back and cover her with my body. She gasps as I slide into her, her wetness making it easy. She's still so tight, so new to this world of pleasure. I lean down and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, telling her how beautiful she is, how much I need her.
Her eyes never leave the mirror, watching as I claim her in front of her mother, the woman she's always looked up to. Mrs. Mace watches us, her own desire reflected in her eyes. She reaches out, her hand caressing her daughter's breasts, her fingers playing with Gwyn's hard nipples. Gwyn moans, arching her back, her body a canvas for the pleasure we're painting on it.
I begin to fuck her in earnest, my cock plunging in and out of her tight pussy with a rhythm that's almost hypnotic. She cries out, her nails digging into my back as the sensations overwhelm her. Mrs. Mace's hand moves down, her fingers tracing the line of Gwyn's waist before sliding into her own wetness. She watches us, her hand moving in time with my thrusts, her eyes glazed over with lust.
The room is a cacophony of sounds: the slap of skin, the wetness of our fucking, the gasping for breath. It's a symphony of desire that seems to crescendo with every beat of my heart. The mana in the air is thick, palpable, feeding my spirit and fueling my power.
I lean down and take Gwyn's nipple into my mouth, suckling gently at first before increasing the pressure. She arches into me, her hips bucking up to meet my every thrust. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and I can feel her climax building. The energy in the room grows more intense with each moan, each gasp, each drop of sweat that falls from our bodies.
Mrs. Mace watches us, her hand moving faster over her own clit, her eyes never leaving the mirror. I reach up and grab a fistful of Gwyn's hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. I kiss and nibble along the soft skin, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. She whimpers, her body begging for release, and I give it to her with a final, powerful thrust that sends her over the edge.
Her orgasm shakes the very foundation of the room, the mana in the air pulsing with her pleasure. Her pussy clamps down on my cock, squeezing every drop of cum from me. I groan with the intensity of my own climax, filling her with my seed as she cries out. Both females are now spent, their bodies limp and trembling with satisfaction.
I collapse onto the bed between them, and without hesitation, they both wrap their arms around me. Mrs. Mace's soft, warm embrace is a stark contrast to the fiery passion we just shared. Gwyn's grip is tentative, as if she's still trying to understand the depth of the connection she's just experienced. Their touch is soothing, their hearts beating in sync with mine, their breathing slowing as the aftershocks of pleasure fade away.
They look into my eyes, their love and adoration plain for me to see. Mrs. Mace is the first to speak, her voice filled with a tenderness that belies the carnality of our recent activities. "Thank you," she says, her voice trembling. "You've given us something so precious, something we never knew existed."
Gwyn nods in agreement, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. "I love you," she whispers, her eyes searching mine. "I don't understand why or how, but I do."
I smile, stroking their hair gently. "And I love you both," I say, the words feeling surprisingly genuine. "But we must keep this our secret."
Their eyes widen, and Mrs. Mace sits up. "Why?" she asks, the first hint of fear creeping into her voice. "What will happen if anyone finds out?"
I lean back, propping myself up on my elbows. "This world isn't ready for the kind of power we're dealing with here," I explain, my voice calm and measured. "If they knew what we were doing, it could cause untold chaos. They might think we're doing something wrong, something that goes against their nature."
Mrs. Mace nods, understanding in her eyes. She kisses me softly on the cheek before lying back down, snuggling into the crook of my arm. Gwyn seems less convinced, but she doesn't argue, her curiosity piqued by the mysteries I've introduced into her life.
"But what about Philip?" she asks, her voice small. "What will we tell him?"
Mrs. Mace looks over at the folding bed, where her son lies, pretending to sleep. He's heard everything, I know he has. His breathing is too erratic, his body too tense.
"Philip," I call out, my voice firm yet gentle. "You know what happened here tonight."
He stirs, his eyes darting to the floor as he sits up, the picture of innocence shattered by the sounds of our lovemaking. "I-I won't say anything," he stammers, his cheeks flaming red. "I promise."
Mrs. Mace's eyes fill with relief, and she nods. "Thank you, Philip," she says, her voice soft and soothing. "We know you won't."
Mr. Mace, however, has been standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. He's seen everything, heard every moan, every whisper of love and passion. His tiny, limp penis tingles with an emotion he can't quite name, his mind racing with questions and feelings that are as foreign to him as the concept of intimacy itself.
"I-I won't say anything," he stammers, his voice shaking with a mix of fear and awe. "But... please... don't stop teaching me. I need to understand."
I nod, a knowing smile playing at the corners of my lips. "Of course, Mr. Mace. Your willingness to learn is commendable. But remember, this is sacred knowledge, not to be shared lightly."
Mr. Mace nods fervently, his eyes never leaving mine, as if he's afraid that if he blinks, he'll miss something crucial. With a final, lingering look at the two naked women in my bed, he turns and leaves, heading for his own room. The door clicks shut behind him, and I can feel the tension in the air dissipate slightly.
Mrs. Mace and Gwyn both look up at me, their eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. I lean down and kiss them both, tasting the sweetness of their lips, feeling the softness of their skin against mine. "Now," I say, my voice low and seductive, "let's all get some rest. We have much to do tomorrow."
They nod, their bodies relaxing against me as the tension of the day melts away. The room is bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight that filters through the curtains, casting an ethereal light over our naked forms. The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a testament to the powerful bond we've formed. We all slowly drift off to sleep, our breathing syncing up as our hearts beat in time with one another's.