Elements of Power 1
Copyright© 2020 by PT Brainum
Chapter 20
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 20 - We are always the hero in our own story, even when we should know better. Adam H Barkley is 86, and he's just been gifted with a super power. A power growing geometrically. Codes are for the entire story, and are as inclusive as possible.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Magic Reluctant BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Extra Sensory Perception Sharing MaleDom Group Sex Harem Orgy Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Politics Prostitution Revenge Transformation Violence
He held out his right hand, the middle finger had an old break, and was bent so that the ring would not go down. I reached over and touched it, healing it instantly.
“I was not expecting that,” he said
“I care for the members of the brotherhood,” I told him as he fit the ring into place. “Now don’t take it off,” I instructed “You don’t want anyone to know your secret name.”
“Thank you, Poseidon.”
“You are very welcome, Odin.” I told him, “Would you like a glass of wine?”
He nodded, and I conjured one onto the table in front of him. I raised my glass, and we clinked them together as I toasted, “welcome to the brotherhood.”
“Is that what we are called?”
“Oh no, we don’t really have a name, the occasional researcher might refer to us as Poseidon’s Cult, or the Sea God Mystery Cult, but that’s pretty rare. Don’t think that just because we are a brotherhood that there aren’t women in the group, they can be brothers too.”
“There was a favor you were going to ask,” he said, “A gift, a secret, and a favor. I have the gift, the secret is the group, what is the favor?”
“While you need to keep the secret, which I think you already guessed, what I’d like you to do, is when you price the requested gem, I’d like you to do the drawing of it for it’s certification at that time.”
“The favor is to fake the certification?”
“I’m not explaining it well. I make the diamonds. I don’t use my father’s contacts to procure them, I make them with my power. If you do a drawing of the gem, then I make it according to your drawing. You have a better idea of what a gem should look like than I do.”
He took the paper with the verse, turned it over and sketched out a diamond with inclusions, and shape and size, as if he was doing a gem inspection. He slid the paper to me, and said, “Make this.”
I conjured a base diamond, carved it into the shape, added the inclusions, and returned the remainder back to energy. It took about a minute.
“That’s incredible,” he said, examining it under a loupe.
“That’s the favor. You can keep that one by the way.”
“So how often are you going to do that?”
I figure every Friday you could lay out the inspection reports for each gem, and I could make them. Then you would photograph them, box them up, and notify the purchaser. They can either come into the shop to pick up, or you can ship it. What’s the rules on shipping large diamonds?”
“Licensed bonded courier, usually in a discreet but armored vehicle.”
“So no sticking it in the mailbox.”
“Absolutely not, if someone sees a package from a jewelry company, it’s going to disappear.”
“Ok, I’ll have to make shipping extra on the website.”
“I want 5000 per carat. I’ll handle the website, management, shipping, customer service, everything, all you will have to do is make the diamonds once a week, I’d prefer Wednesdays, so more time is available for weekend pickups.”
“What’s the price per carat a diamond will retail for?”
“Fifteen to thirty thousand a carat at the bottom end for these sizes and quality.”
“You have a deal,” I said, holding out my hand. As we shook hands my power flowed into him, working on making his organs younger and healthier.
“By the way, you should start feeling very much younger soon.”
“Blessing of the Sea God,” he said, smiling as he then sipped his wine.
When I got back to the car Guido was very worried. He had tried texting me, but I hadn’t responded. He was afraid that Karl had done something to me, and that’s why he had locked me into the store.
“He lives behind the shop, he closed the shop so we could have a glass of wine at his kitchen table.”
Guido still wasn’t happy.
Back at the suite I related my business acumen to Nora and Rebecca. Rebecca thought it was reckless to get in the diamond business since it had killed Uncle Adam.
“Rebecca,” I said, “The plans for this came from my Dad. He wanted something we could do together, and that he could pass on to me that I would value. He knew that I wouldn’t value a couple hundred old buildings in New York, I didn’t have myself invested in them like he did.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Really, I’m using his notes, business plans, and contacts.” I lied sincerely.
She gave me a big hug, “Then I’m very happy and proud of you. Now what does the ZZ in ZZ Procurement stand for?”
I showed her my new business cards, and she oohed at the expensive card stock and embossed printing. “You did this all in one day, company, phone number, postal address, and internet address with email?”
“It cost, but yes my bank apparently can create things out of thin air.” I said, forcing Nora to hold back a giggle.
“The logo is nice, I like how the nested ZZ is rotated so that it appears to arrow forward.”
“The guy who set up my website used a graphic design and printing firm across the street, I have a full color version, as well as a digital letterhead.”
“Where did you get the money for all of this?” Rebecca asked.
“The joint account my father set up for the both of us. He intended it to be the seed money for the capitalization of the business.”
“Well it looks great. I’m glad you’ve got yourself a job. It will make leaving easier.” Rebecca announced.
“When are you going?” Nora asked.
“Afternoon of the sixteenth. I’m booked first class on Swiss Air,” she said smiling at a memory. “I talked to the hospital and they have determined the cause of death as a stroke. They’ve released the body to a local mortuary, and the cremation will be done by Tuesday. They said we can pick up the ashes on Wednesday.”
She started to sniffle, so Nora and I both moved into a hug. We held each other for a few minutes, and I passed healing energy into them, relaxing their bodies and minds. Finally we broke apart.
“God’s, I’m going to miss this,” Rebecca exclaimed.
“We will too, now we need to celebrate Adam’s new company.”
“How would you like to do that?” I asked, “Dinner out? Orgy in?” I said, thinking I was making a joke.
“That sounds fantastic!” said Nora.
“It really does,” agreed Rebecca.
Dinner was great, the orgy afterward was a mix of tender and frantic, with the realization that Rebecca would soon be gone. My favorite moment was when Nora and I ate Rebecca together, while I was locked atop Rebecca in a sixty-nine. Nora, leaning in from the edge of the bed could lick up, while I could lick down simultaneously. Nora also discovered she could give Rebecca a special while we shared feasting on her pussy, also lubing and loosening Rebecca up for her first around the world experience that night.
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