The Immortal, Volume 2
Copyright© 2024 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 70
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 70 - Volume 2 is a compendium of the next thirty-eight chapters of Jim’s saga. As his relationship with Mandy deepens, the hints of her troubled marriage cause him to question their future, his motivation, and hers. Is he also a monster, corrupting her? And when others become involved in their shared world, Mandy’s innate talents are revealed. (Warning: Jim predates nifty little modern sexuality tags; if it's pleasurable or called for, he will do it.)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual BDSM Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex Water Sports
Time stretched, but I didn’t push Cinder as she tried to gather the right words. Not to mention, with her eyes flashing at me even more, her courage. At last, she wiped her eyelashes and blew her nose into the napkin.
“I heard about you from Erville,” she said in a quiet, measured tone. “Um, and was intrigued.”
“Why?” I arched an eyebrow and lifted my mug.
“Neither he nor Charles sought to question your knowledge about security.”
“So?” I sipped.
“Well ... God, can I call you master, please? It’s driving me—”
“No, not yet. Keep talking.”
“O-Okay.” She nodded and chewed her lips before exhaling. Yes, she caught my glance at her juddering firm chest. How did I know? She lifted those perfect pale tits so I could get a clearer view. Different though the women were, thoughts of impish Mandy slashed into me. “When I saw you at that first party, back in May, I knew ... Well, there was something. You exude confidence. No, more than that. An unnatural energy.”
“Unnatural?” I mumbled as the same fear bubbled within me. Was I just as much of a monster as the creature who’d abandoned her? But after gritting my teeth, I forced a grin at her curious gaze.
“You’re not”–she gulped—”one of them, are you? Can’t be. But you are not, um, human, either.”
“Oh, no. Au contraire, dear Cynthia. I’m quite human. Perhaps more so, is all.” After lowering the coffee to the table, I focused on her glimmering eyes. “No, I’m no bloodsucker. Sorry, you’ll have to get your fix somewhere else.”
At my words, her head tilted and brows tightened. For a second, her mouth opened as if to reply. However, instead, she took a drink from the mug in her trembling fists. After a slow swallow, she smacked her lips.
“I ... My fix? It’s not the...” Her voice was soft. “Well, my mistress has been gone a long time. But she awakened things. Desires. Cravings. These drives that I can’t fulfill, um, on my own. You’re right, I thought Erville could provide, but he’s incapable. Not his fault. Nobody’s fault, I guess, but—”
“You still have the craving to be controlled.”
“No, mas—. Dominated. Used and—”
“–you hoped I’d be a suitable replacement?”
“Yes.” As she nodded, her snowy hair glimmered in the lights. “I wasn’t sure what or who you were, but I was drawn to you.”
“Humph.” I chuckled under my breath. “Yeah, I noticed at the second pool party. You practically eye-raped me in front of your husband and all the others while we talked.”
She nodded, then gnawed at her lower lip. “And when you came up behind me in Charles’ kitchen. God, right then and there, I wanted to bow down and serve you any way I could.”
At the memory of her sudden silence and the lack of response when I’d slid into her back and whispered into her ear, I sighed. So much was clearer.
“This is the most important question, Cynthia.” Gone was the grin. Instead, I pinned her with my gaze. “When you have those cravings now, who do you dream about?”
“You!” shot from her as those emeralds ignited with desire. “God help me, you!”
“Hmm, alright.” Still inspecting her, I gestured for her to calm down. “Your mistress. Has she ever sought you out?”
“No.”
That was an easy enough test. Once I’d known to look, I’d spotted only the faintest marks on her neck.
“No tattoos?” I glanced at her lap. No sign of clan marking, but she could’ve had it removed.
“No. She, um, didn’t do that.” After her tongue did a slow sweep of her lips, she gulped. “At least, not to, uh, me.”
“But she kept you collared?” I gestured at her throat, where she was running a nail across the bare skin.
“Um, yes, mas—” she eased the nail away and nodded, again causing her hair to shimmer.
“Miss it, huh?”
“Oh, God yes, mas—” As her head bobbed quicker, the platinum strands flashed.
Although her eyes also flashed, I ignored the second time she’d again tried to call me her master. Instead, my mind flickered with memories of the desert cave. And what could’ve happened had she remained in servitude to one of them. Perhaps she’d survive like the mother and her son. More than likely, though, their days were also numbered.
“Hmm, lucky.” A heavy breath escaped me.
“L-Lucky?” she whispered.
“Yeah. May not believe it, but you’re damn fortunate she left you. I assume Erville knows nothing of your past?” I lifted my mug, but it was empty and with a sigh, I set it back on the table.
“He doesn’t. Like I said, when I tried to get him to be more, uh, forceful, he just assumed it was me wanting to be kinky.” She shrugged, and the tiniest grin appeared. It was kinda cute. “I mean, it was, but also ... I need more.”
“Hmm.” I retrieved the empty mug and stared into it while gathering my thoughts. As more data fed my mind, a plan was solidifying. “What do you think he’d do if he knew about all this?”
“Commit me.” She snorted and, for a brief second, those emeralds sparkled.
“So, your mistress, you and I are the only ones who know about your past?”
“Um.” She dropped her gaze before muttering, “I, uh, believe so. My mistress would lend me out. Or, um, have others use me, but I don’t think they ever knew who ... Or, uh, what she was.”
“Stay here.”
At my command, she shook, but tracked me from beneath her shiny platinum hair as I stood. Frozen hells below, I was also shaking. With her, I was about to march across my own red line. Was it the correct thing to do? My brain remained on the fence, but my heart’s steady beat as I walked to the couch told me much more. After lifting a fluffy blanket, I returned, shaking it out.
Already wide, her eyes widened further as I draped it over her trembling shoulders. When I gathered the dirty plates and our mugs, she only stared at me. Nor did she speak as I dumped the dishes in the sink and refilled the mugs. After sitting once more, I slid one towards her and lifted mine.
Oh, even the gods were bending to watch as I structured my next words.
“So, you’ve no idea what I am?”
“No.” She shook her head while gripping the blanket tighter in a fist and lifting her mug. “Like I said, thought, um, well, maybe a vampire, but—”
“They wish.” I chuckled. “No, I’m most certainly not.”
“But”—her head tilted—”the ... I mean, she had a similar, uh, aura. You have that same—”
“Not the same. But close enough. You can only detect it because of your, um, exposure.” I sniffed, then took a quick sip. “Most people never notice.”
“S-So, um, who are you, Jim?” As an eyebrow arched, the mug trembled in her grip. “Or what are you?”
As I smiled, the gods were leaning so far they must’ve been about to topple from the heavens. At my hand sliding across to caress her shaking arm, Cinder trembled. That eyebrow climbed even higher.
“I’m over twenty-four hundred years old.”
Blam! Things I’d learned over the centuries. If I had to reveal myself, and with her it was necessary, there was no point in sugar-coating anything. It took a few seconds for her to react. First, her eyes went wide, and she choked on the coffee. Then she blinked several times. But I understood; she was caught in that familiar internal struggle. Disbelief versus what she already knew to be true.
“So,” I continued, while taking my hand from her. “If you’re looking to be dominated. Well, yeah, I’ve some experience.”
“Twenty-four...” her whisper died, and she swallowed. “But how?”
“Long story.” I laughed. “A very long story. Frankly, one I’m not so sure about anymore. The important thing is you found me. Or perhaps we found each other. So, what do you truly want from me, Mrs. Cynthia Rivas?”