Needing Sir In Charge (Dark Possessions Book 2) (3 page)

That was so fucking cool.

Lillian, eager, licking her lips, stepped forward with Katie into the dining room proper to get a closer look at what her Master was doing.

Was he...was that Jennifer from next door who he was fucking? Of course it was. She was barely eighteen! Lillian had a conversation with her yesterday about how she was due to get married in a couple of weeks!

God, Master just couldn’t be denied at all. That was so delightfully hot and sexy and wonderful, for Lillian to be owned by such a massive stud.

At her side, Lillian could sense Katie’s growing panic. Whatever control her own body had over the pretty blond thing was waning.

Master seemed to sense it too, because he unceremoniously dumped Jennifer on the floor—who landed with a delighted giggle and a thump before starting to finger her dripping wet pussy as she examined Master’s heavenly back muscles—and approached Katie. His cock was massive, over a foot long, and completely covered with shiny wet pussy juice and precum.

Behind him, Jennifer’s tits seemed to expand with every little finger stroke of her clit, and she was stroking quite quickly. She was also, of course, licking up all the cum she could that had been sprayed on her face—though much of it seemed to have been absorbed already, perhaps even before Lillian and Katie walked in.

Master towered over both of them, his enormous cock almost level with Katie’s face. Staring at it with big green eyes, Katie was teetering, her knees literally knocking together in her short blue dress.

“I um...I should really, I mean, I should go, because this is like, not really my thing, and I should go I think, and—”

Master came in his hand, just like he did for Lillian, and slathered Katie’s pretty face with his cum. His enormous palm could fit her entire head, and when he drew it away, her whole face was covered over with his precious white goo.

“Quiet,” he growled.

Her face was stunned, but also unmistakably aroused. Tentatively, her tongue slipped out and licked up what it could find...and her face went completely slack.

“Please and thank you. That’s all you get to say.”

Lillian nodded firmly. “Thank you for taking her, Master.”

Just a hint of a smile crossed his face. Lillian’s cunt heated up even more with the gentle flash of his approval. It was so wonderfully good to be admired by her Master. But just as soon as it had crossed his face, it was gone, and his face was stony again, duty-bound, walking back to Jennifer. Each step shook the walls.

Jennifer was barely returning to her feet when Master picked her up again, sitting her tits first on the dining room table. Jennifer, short and compact and perfectly muscled, suddenly had quite a lot of tits for that sort of maneuver. If she was one hundred and twenty pounds, then easily twenty of that was hot, perfect Asian breastflesh.

Lillian put her hand into Katie’s swelteringly hot cunt—a maneuver that got easier by the second, as Katie kept growing taller and more lithe. Katie, catching on, slid her hand over to Lillian’s cunt. Each moaned appreciatively, their fingers automatically knowing what to do.

Together, they watched their Master fuck Jennifer into oblivion, her tits growing and growing, becoming larger than her own head. Her legs grew too—and though she was still shorter than Lillian, she had been made considerably taller than Katie, now the shortest hottie in the room even as she grew. Katie’s tits—already quite large—bubbled outward to rival Lillian’s beauties, both transformed beauties covered in a myriad of juices from fingering each other’s pussies and being washed over with the thorough heat pouring off of Master and Jennifer’s coupling.

Katie, though, still seemed to want to resist, even with Lillian’s fingers diving within her hot cunt and with the taste of Master’s cum.

“Lillian, I don’t know about this,” she moaned, starting to draw away. “I don’t know. This is t-too much. This is too w-weird.”

Master heard her, though. In between deep thrusts into Jennifer, he snapped his fingers, pointing at her. “Shut up.”

Katie drew up as if she had been shot, her eyes wide.

“Shut her up,” Master directed Lillian, “and keep her arms from moving. She’s next.”

Happily, Lillian forced Katie down to her knees and chicken-winged her arms behind her. Katie, whimpering, struggled even as her pussy dripped down juices to the floor below.

Meanwhile, Master kept plowing into Jennifer, who seemed to be having the time of her life, calling out promises for him.

“I’m gonna break my boyfriend’s heart!” the Asian beauty sang happily. “The wedding is totally canceled! I can’t wait to dump him for you, Master! I’ll throw the ring in his face!”

That seemed to please Master greatly. Groaning loud enough to vibrate the chairs in the dining room, he came in Jennifer. The hot Asian screamed with intense pleasure, her own multitude of orgasms making the rounds through her hot tight body.

Even as he continued spurting, he withdrew from Jennifer, and aimed his sperm-spewing fountain at Katie, walking closer and closer.

Quickly, the lovely blonde was coated with Master’s gift, filling her mouth over. His cum bubbled out of her mouth, running down her big tits. Instantly, the still-cumming Jennifer was there to lap it up, her enormous breasts resting on Katie’s rapidly lengthening legs.

Lillian squirmed with jealously, holding Katie’s now-limp arms. Lillian looked down and saw that Katie’s eyes had rolled completely backward into her head, her pussy convulsing with a seemingly endless amount of orgasms.

Sensing Katie’s change, their Master shoved his enormous cock inside of her mouth, pumping wave after wave of cum into her fertile body. It seeped out the slim edges of her mouth where his cock was not completely filling her hole. Katie’s moans were loud and robotic—she moaned because Master willed her to moan. She came because Master willed her to cum.

Lillian was—though completely assured of her Master’s virility—somewhat scared she would be left out of his cum shower. Didn’t he love her? Wasn’t she his first, special slave?

“P-pleaaase,” Lillian moaned, her cunt filled with the lava of overwhelming lust. “Pleeease, Master...”

Master’s enormous head tilted, looking down at Lillian’s perfection. He reached over and grabbed Lillian’s tits, pulling her closer.

“What, girl? Did you think you would no longer be my favorite, just because I’m stuffing her face?”

Lillian had trouble answering that with just please or thank you. She tried anyway, nodding, and then whispering “Please, Master.”

He ran a hand through her thick mass of hair, twitching a bit as he came even more pints of cum down Katie’s throat. Katie was eager now, sucking happily, totally transformed into a proper cockslut.

“Of course you’re my favorite, doll. Don’t ever think otherwise. But these other bitches needed to learn their place.”

Jennifer moaned in affirmation, so happy that she had already been taught.

“But, you have been very good. So...”

Ignoring Katie’s sudden rush of moanful protests, Master pulled out of the rapidly beautifying blonde and picked up Lillian with one hand around her torso. He was so wonderfully strong!

Holding her in place with one enormous hand wrapped around her teensy, tiny waist, he bent Lillian over and shoved his massively slick cock inside of her sopping wet pussy. Then he let go—his cock holding her in the air entirely. It was amazing!

Her entire inner body had been reformed completely to hold his cock—her organs arranged perfectly to contain his massiveness. Hot, orgasmic waves of bliss rushed over and over through Lillian, and her orgasms only intensified as Master shoved her face into the wall, once again her hair acting as padding.

Katie and Jennifer, slathered in his still wet cum as it absorbed into their bodies, grabbed Lillian’s hands and held them behind her back, tugging at her massive wealth of shiny dark hair. Master grabbed both new slavecunts and shoved their heads next to Lillian’s face, encouraging them to join their endless praise.

“He’s fucking you so hard because you’re his
best
girl,” Jennifer moaned.

“I’m so fucking jealous of you, love,” cried Katie. “He’s going to just destroy your cunt. You won’t be able to walk for
days.
He could get you fucking
pregnant
.”

Lillian bucked and screamed, her face sliding harder into the wall.

“Fucking
own
her, Master,” Jennifer and Katie cried together. “
Ruin
her please!”

“Please!” Lillian called out. She could only say please in front of Him.

Gasping and bucking, Master unleashed in her at last. His cum inside her seemed even more virulent than the constant fountain that he had been spewing for over an hour now, one final gushing hot molten outpouring of pure bliss filling up Lillian’s pussy completely. Lillian’s brain blinked on and off, flooded with bliss, feeling like thousands of orgasms were hitting her all at once.

And finally, the raging Henry seemed to power down, still shoved inside of Lillian, holding all three women inside his enormous grasp, and slept.

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H
enry woke up sometime the next morning, looking at the girls around him.

“Not a dream,” he said, half-aroused and half-horrified.

He saw Jennifer, her long hair tangled around her body, and Katie, a serene smile on her lovely sleeping face, each girl holding him possessively. But, where was Lillian?

Standing up, he felt off-balance immediately. The world was larger again. Stepping in front of the mirror in the bedroom, he was only half-surprised to see himself as his normal self again. No more behemoth size, no more massive cum fountain for a cock.

He walked out the room naked, groggy, feeling hungover, and saw Lillian hanging up the phone, saying goodbye to someone named Yasmin. She wore a white silk robe—the one he had got her last year on their anniversary. She didn’t have alarmingly gigantic tits, and wasn’t over six feet tall, and didn’t have an oversexualized face that could make a normal man cum just from a glance.

It was just Lillian. His real, actual beautiful Lillian.

A series of feelings rushed over him, not the least of which were competing forces of relief and disappointment.

“How is this...” he shook his head. “What happened, baby? What did we do?”

She smiled, coming close to him and kissing him lovingly. Her tongue pressed into his mouth hotly, licking at his lips when she drew away.

“You were just amazing,” she said. “I never would have thought watching you dominate other women would be so fucking hot, but it really is.”

She pushed him down on the cushions of the overturned couch, and began stroking his cock.

“Lillian...baby...don’t...”

Stroking him harder, Lillian bent down and started licking his shaft gently. His protests ran out. In many ways, he felt like he deserved a good handjob, a good blowjob. He had fucked his girlfriend hard. He had fucked lots of other women.

That was what real men did.

She just stared at him in open submission, open adoration, licking his cock again and again..

“Did you really want me like that, Lillian? Some hunk beast, raging and cumming everywhere?”

She nodded intently, moving her mouth off of him for a moment but still stroking his cock. “Yes, Sir. I really did. I really do. It’s so hot, Sir. I love it when you take charge.”

Her strokes increased as she talked about it, staring at his cock intently.

“F-fuck. Okay. Okay. Maybe we need to get some more of that wine. A lot more.”

“Thank you, Sir. I will.”

Behind him, in the bedroom, he could hear the other girls waking up, calling his name, adoration tinting their voices. He could definitely get used to this.

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Y
asmin hung up the phone, smiling prettily. She could hardly smile otherwise.

The girl Lillian seemed to be quite happy to receive a complimentary box of her ancient wine. She also didn’t seem to mind that as her boyfriend took more and more of the wine, the effects would gain more and more permanence on her boyfriend and on whoever he fucked.

Perhaps Lillian would tell her boyfriend this. Yasmin doubted it. Nice boys always had such strange protests to being placed on the pedestal they deserved to be worshiped upon.

Yasmin, of course, didn’t bother to tell her that hundreds of other couples in town had been sent the same sort of wine. Probably, Yasmin supposed, Lillian would find out on her own. She didn’t seem to be a dullard, and it would be hard to miss the legion of hunks that were about to move through the streets, claiming cunts

Breathing in the sweet current of lust that was traveling through the morning air, Yasmin stepped downstairs into the basement.

There was a hot, musky, burning smell down there, like someone had taken the very essence of hot lust and made it molten, running it through the core of the Earth.

Opposite the marble stairs, there was an ornate metal altar, complete with dozens of intricately cast figures caught in repose in lovemaking positions. If she watched it long enough, she would see the figures melting and moving, fucking each other in more and more sinfully perfect ways.

In front of the altar, there was a gigantic dense shadow of an enormous man-like being, almost given complete form. He was chained to posts arranged in front of the altar, struggling and snarling.

Yasmin crawled before him, and when she was close enough, began fingering her pussy, eager to succumb to orgasmic delight to strengthen the figure in chains.

Soon, Yasmin would have built up enough power in the town to break the chains. And soon, her Dark Lord would be free to own this world as he wished—as he deserved.

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