Chapter 18

Other than the Opera, the only thing of note was the call I got from Sergey’s friend with the pink and red diamonds. He fortunately spoke English, and I made arrangements to visit him on Monday.

The Opera was an Opera, or so I was led to believe. This Opera was in English, about the Jews and the Babylonians. I was familiar with the biblical account, but instead of going for historical accuracy, they modernized it, ala 1970. The music was unchanged from Händels original score, and the singers were mostly good, but to really enjoy it, I’d have had to have been able to fast forward. I guess it’s good to know, I’m not a fan of modern Opera.

Nora was fantastically beautiful in her Opera dress, and wrap. The earings and necklace had everyone talking, and Sergey and Alice Haener gushed over the workmanship. Frederic and Angelina were looking very good. They introduced me around to a few more friends of theirs.

The highlight of the event happened just after midnight when I got my third storage slot. A 4 gram storage slot! I was so excited, but we were still in the crowd exiting the Opera house, so I had to play it cool. I now had enough data points for a hypothesis.

My hypothesis, was that my first slot would always contain the 1 gram platinum cube. Slot 2 and 3 were double in size of the previous slots, just like the doubling of the number of times I could activate my power. It was taking two days to double each time, so I could expect to have an 8 gram slot just after midnight on Monday.

The most obvious issue was that one day, at the beginning stages of my power, I didn’t use my power enough to make it increase. I eventually discovered what was required for the increase, and I worried now that the two day wait was the result of some mechanism I had failed to trigger, instead of the natural time between progressions.

I waited until we were finally back at the suite before announcing the growth to Nora. Nora didn’t care, she was livid about the ladies at the opera.

“Master, they were so rude. They complimented your work, but kept making snide comments questioning whether I was worthy of your work.

“I just wanted to rip off my clothing and show them what you did to make me over. My body is just as much a work of art from your hand as a couple of stupid diamonds.

“I could have just ripped them to shreds!”

My patience ended, and my power reached out. With a squeak, I locked her muscles, closing her mouth. My power grabbed onto her major bones, and lifted her into the air. I ripped her clothes off of her, shredding them, leaving her stiff, naked, and suspended in the air.

I looked at her, “You belong to me. My possessions do not complain if others do not value them. They know I value them, and that gives them a pride of value that lets them ignore all others.”

I began conjuring. It was the most dramatic use of my power, as I created four and two gram pieces of chainmail matching her choker. I connected it up, and began wrapping it around her head first, then once she was enclosed, I began spinning her body as I wrapped first her torso, then her legs. Finally I wrapped her arms, giving her mittens that tightly held her hands.

I lowered her. She was magnificent. She almost looked to be a statue of gold, the links were so fine. I released her, and she dropped to the floor, prostrating herself. She could breathe thru the mesh but she couldn’t talk.

I walked around her, admiring her form. I could smell the arousal from her wet sex at the display of my power. I stood behind her.

“I shared how my power has grown, how should you rejoice with me?”

I could hear her try to say something, but I ignored it. My power split the chainmail hiding her pussy, rolling it back to expose the puffy lips. I reached into her bones again, grabbing onto her hip bones, and lifted them into the air, holding her hands against the floor, where they had landed when she bowed before me.

I dropped my pants and underwear, kicked them to the side, and slid straight into the hot folds of her pussy. Holding her steady in the air with my power, I thrusted into her wheel barrow style. I pulled off my shirt and pants as I thrusted into her. I was annoyed by the Opera, her rant, and the lack of excitement over my increased power.

I came hard, releasing my anger over the evening. I kept myself hard, and kept thrusting. I had just used more aspects of my power at one time than I had ever before. I usually had to stop absorbing power, but this time I simultaneously absorbed and released power to conjure.

I wondered if my growth rate was dependant on increasing the size of my corridor to the storage dimension that held the power I absorbed. I had no exact measurement of my corridor. I could tell it was circular, and that it was growing. I tried to fix in my mind its exact size, so I could compare later and estimate how much bigger it had grown.

I turned my attention back to the now whimpering, and continuously cuming Nora. I cloaked myself. Creating an absorbing layer along my entire body, I absorbed all visible light, becoming the darkest black imaginable. The black of a starless night sky.

I grabbed her with my power, lifting her up into the air, legs going up, and her head swinging down, spinning her until her face was pointed at my still hard cock. My power split and peeled the chainmail from her mouth, but before she could speak, I shoved into her mouth.

I thrusted, snacking my balls against her gold covered nose, as I suspended her in midair. She was positioned as if she was laying on an incline, head down. It was a comfortable position for me, as I slid easily up her throat. I had modified her trachea enough that she could still breathe. She now had a flap that closed the connection between her mouth and her lungs, but had no effect on the passage from her nose to her lungs.

I could feel some panic as she could see my legs, or a dark suggestion of where my legs should be, if they were visible. Much like trying to see something in the dark by looking for light behind it.