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Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 383: D-Cup Loses Something Very Precious To Her (Hint: It's Not Peter Harrison) free porn video
Monday, July 2, 2007 (Continued)
My three girls started moving inside. I bent down and scooped D-Cup up, holding her in front of me as I carried her. She was getting cold feet so they would've worked too slowly. I wanted to get started NOW! To distract her I said, "You're not officially my serving girl yet, not until I take your virginity. So just this once I'll carry you inside, but after this you'll have to carry me, okay?"
It fell mostly flat with her. She wasn't in the mood for even my humor because she was too disoriented. For the same reason, she wasn't in the mood for sex either. Julia had a small commitment ceremony planned for the bedroom, but it wasn't going to work because D-Cup's ability to absorb any more whelm was over. As we neared the bedroom, D-Cup started squirming in my arms, saying, "Ahh, Mark. I'm not sure..."
"Shh, Nevaeh. There are no more decisions now. God sent you to me and I have accepted you. You are mine already. God knows it, the angel knows it, I know it, and in your heart you know it too. It's all over except for a small action that you don't have any say over. You never did, not from the moment God decided that you were going to be mine. Lie back and trust me and God. We know what we're doing. You love me. You need to be with me. You've never met a man like me before and you never will. I can read you like a book, and I know what what's best for you..."
After the first few sentences had established my meaning, D-Cup's anxiety and fear steadily drained out of her with every sentence, especially with every repetition of "God". She liked the theme of my last few sentences too. I kept the responsibility-removing statements going nonstop. I used NP to pull my girls to the side and make them stop walking as D-Cup and I walked passed them and into the bedroom, the door magically closing behind us to block the girls out. I NP-rubbed their nipples to let them know I was fine, then rubbed their cheeks to let them know I loved them.
The plan for the sex part of today was for me to spend an hour or so giving D-Cup virginity-retaining orgasms before I used NP to summon the girls, who would come in to witness the act itself. I had just decided to modify the plan. I kept telling D-Cup things she wanted to hear - cycling through variation after variation of: "You have no choice", "God wants this", "We know best", "I am special," and, "You love me." The more I said those things, the less anxious she was. And after a dozen more sentences, her happiness started returning. Half a dozen more sentences, and her enthusiasm started registering.
I recited them one after the other, variation after variation; it's very useful to have thirty two minds. There was no attempt at a conversation. My chant was washing over her, draining her fears and uncertainties away, and then reminding her of all the incredibly excited thoughts she'd been having ever since being three thousand feet over Corvallis. I remembered to mention that too, as she'd reacted so well to it at the time. Her excitement grew, her lust bloomed, and I kept my incantation going, knowing very well that I should NEVER mess with a winning formula, especially not when the stakes are so high (she was lying on her back).
Thirty seconds later, D-Cup launched herself on top of me, kissing and praising me, while she laughed and cried at the same time. D-Cup was REALLY good at multitasking her face.
I kissed her in return, started rubbing my hands over her body for the first time - at LONG LAST! - and kept my recitation going, but upping the proportion of the "God wants this" and "We know best" type of statements.
I was waiting for her to get aroused enough that I'd be able to take her easily, and I was prepared to wait up to a whole minute if I needed to, although how fast her lust was surging made that seem unlikely. D-Cup didn't wait for me to decide. She started begging me, "Take me Mark! Take me now! I want you. I want to be yours. PLEAZE make me yours. I'm ready NOW! Like God wants us to."
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I climbed on, raised myself and lined myself up, placing the head of my cock in the entrance of her pussy. I suddenly remembered we'd placed a towel beside the bed for this, but getting it arranged would be too disruptive now.
D-Cup was chanting music to my ears, "YES Mark! Take me! Make me yours! I LOVE YOU! I want to serve you. I'll serve you better than ANYONE! I'll be PERFECT for you..."
D-Cup being a typical female in talking about something rather than just doing it, I was having to wait to get a word in edgewise. I wasn't going to say anything particularly important, but something should be said to make the moment special for her. It'd probably be something along the lines of, "I ACCEPT YOU!" as I simultaneously thrust into her. Or it might be something else similar; I was still tossing around ideas among the other conversational threads we were having (we multitask our conversations far more than I write herein. There are thirty two of us, and it's not as if any of us ever have anywhere else to go, so we have a LOT of conversation. Take it from me thirty two times, you really don't want to read all of our conversations, just representative samples). Anyway, at the appropriate time one of us will say something suitable to Nevaeh, as that's the way it usually works with me. We don't consciously decide minor things anymore - that'd be a real pain with so many of us - they just emerge when needed because we've gotten so efficient at working together and trust each other so much.
That D-Cup never seemed to run out of breath made me create the Guardian Angel to startle her. I also realized that it'd be a good way of making this moment special for her. We'd planned to have my girls be her witnesses but it wasn't happening that way. Having an angel as a witness of her giving her virginity had to be a very special thing. It was much better for her than being watched by other girls, I now realized. I'd make it glow brighter at the moment of consummation to better show its happiness.
Surprised by the angel's appearance, Nevaeh stopped speaking. I started saying whatever it was that'd come to mind when I opened my mouth. The long litany of telling her that she was going to obey me and God put me in the mood of saying, "Do you swear to God to obey my orders to the very best of your ability?"
"YES! I SWEAR!"
I was suddenly reminded of an old idea I'd had back at the end of the FBI problems, the reminder probably coming from my creating the angel just now and thinking of making it glow brighter. I suddenly acted on my impulse, creating three VERY BRIGHT, red, green and blue superimposed light blobs (i.e. a white blob), then almost instantly canceled them and the angel. The result was a blinding flash of white light. Then I thrust deep into Nevaeh and paused.
"Mark, I swore to G ... Oh, you're in me?"
"Yes I am."
"I swore to God. Did you see that burst of light?"
"Yes I did."
"I swore TO GOD. A REAL oath. Not like promising to be pure at church. This was REAL! With a bright light and everything."
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"Okay Nevaeh, I 'own you'. Just so long as you're not insulted by it."
"I wouldn't mind an insult if it kept me aware of how important it is that I obey you, but I don't feel insulted to be owned by you, Mark. You're a special favorite of God, so I can trust you. I'm glad it's not any other boy that owned me. That'd be TERRIBLE!"
"Yeah, they could force you to have sex with them." I vibrated my hips a little.
"Haha, haha. I FORGOT! I can't believe I forgot you were in me..."
"You were distracted by something MUCH more important. Sex isn't nearly as important as swearing a real oath to God."
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