Chapter 18

When I awoke just a few hours later, the morning light had yet to break over the horizon and banish the heavy winter fog. I was cuddled close against Amara, her back to my front. I had my right arm over her, my hand gently cupping a breast. Her arm was laid over mine, her hand holding mine against her firm tit. I gave it a soft squeeze, drawing from her a happy “hmmm” sound. She wiggled her ass back against me while using her hand on mine to squeeze her breast a little harder before her breathing settled back into the steady in and out rhythm of sleep.

For a while, I just laid there contemplating life before deciding to check on the other women in the house. I closed my eyes and cast my mind outwards, seeking the consciousnesses of my harem. While I didn’t need to close my eyes, just like I didn’t need to voice my commands, it helped to block out outside distractions, allowing me to focus my intent better.

I first brushed against my mother’s mind as she was closest to me in both physical distance and after last night, emotional attachment. As she was deep in REM sleep, I caught glimpses of her dreams.

A young girl looking wistfully out a window at a snow-covered landscape, the same girl slightly older now boarding a plane. Quickly shifting images of unfamiliar faces and places faded as something disturbed my mother, nearly waking her. She held the sleeping form of Laura a little tighter, and quickly drifted back to sleep again. Her dreams started to flow again, only this time Laura was the main point of focus.

I shifted across to Laura, who was also sleeping deeply, and briefly glimpsed her dreams, which were split equal parts between focusing on my mother and me. Moving deeper, I checked on how my commands were doing. It was hard to see which parts of her mind were her own and which were the added commands. My commands were not just superficial, for lack of a better word. They had become just as much of her as everything else and part of her personality. I was glad my commands worked so well and that my girls actually wanted to follow my commands as if each was their own choice rather than something forced.

I moved onto the twins. Their dreams were bright and full of colour, like a kaleidoscope of thoughts and emotions. Elise was reliving our sex from yesterday, remembering the moment she took my cock fully inside her and into her cervix. Even though it was a dream, she still felt pleasure, her pussy growing wet.

As she slept, her hips made small thrusting movements. When she came in her dream, I felt her smile wistfully as she imagined my sperm impregnating her. Cuddled against her sister, Elsa was reliving the experience of losing her anal virginity to me. I enjoyed switching between them watching things from their POV, like a personal porn show.

I was still amazed at how much the twins had changed in such a short amount of time. They had progressed from cute, innocent little teens into voracious sexual deviants in little more than a week. Or maybe they had always been highly sexually charged for a while, and I just failed to notice. I’ll admit I can be pretty dense when noticing such things. Or at least I used to be. It’s easier when I can read every thought and feeling.

Had it only been that long? I counted back the days.

Christmas morning, the 25th, my first blow job from Elsa, followed by fucking my older sister Lauren, and now ... I had to think for a second. It was the 4th of January. Ten days not including today. It had been a veritable whirlwind of a Christmas that would change my life forever. It was already pretty unbelievable

With my hard cock nestled between Amara’s warm ass checks, I slowly rubbed myself against her. I pinched her nipple, tugging it slightly, causing Amara to moan and push back against me. I enjoyed the feel of her ass cheeks gripping me as I moved my mind to the girl Amara had picked up in Ann Summers, twenty-one-year-old Emily.

Like with Pip, I had a sort of base set of commands I planned on giving her but also tweaking her pre-existing set of morals and desires to achieve the same effect. While she could have unrestricted sex with other girls, I would be the only guy she would fuck, unless I said otherwise, and even then, I would be the only man who would arouse her and stir her desires for intimacy. It also removed any jealousy or negative envy towards myself or the other girls I slept with. Second, she would be open and accept all aspects of sex, such as incest and underaged sex. The same command I gave Laura when she awoke to the sight of me fucking Elsa, although slightly more refined.

I was slightly surprised at how little I needed to adjust her outlook and how easily the first two commands took hold. She was already sexually open to the idea of multiple partners, regardless of gender, age or relation. If a girl felt strongly about the proper relationships a brother should have with his mother, sisters, or other family members, it would take more power to make her accept those dynamics than it would take for someone already with similar views to the command.

For the last rule, I went along the lines of “You will not notice anything strange that Amara or I do. You will accept what you see and hear as part of everyday family life, and you will not mention any family and magical activity to anyone outside the family. Any magical or supernatural activity you witness or hear will quickly fade from your memory, as it is perceived as unimportant.”

It was a sort of magical NDA, or as I call it, a ‘fight club clause.’ Because much like the first rule of fight club, the first rule of harem sex club: don’t talk about harem sex club.

I was about to explore her mind further and see if I could find out why the commands to root so easily. With Pip, I had only needed to tweak her pre-existing views and feelings related to becoming a member of my harem, our instant chemistry entirely natural. As a result, the base commands were more of an overlay to fill in a few gaps and act as a second layer to fall back on if I messed up. Emily was slightly different because we had never actually met, so I didn’t have that connection to build from.

I felt Amara grip my cock and slide it into her warm pussy from behind. I quickly lost concentration and returned my attention to the tight wet pussy engulfing my cock, and the woman attached to it. I gave her tit one last squeeze before I moved my hand to her hip, moving with her rocking motions on my cock. My other hand, which had been resting under my pillow, slid under her neck and across her chest to hold her opposite shoulder.

I held her tightly against me as I took control. I gave her a few hard slams, thrusting my entire length into her. My cock fit perfectly inside her. Then I pulled back till my tip was just barely inside her, lifted my hips off the bed, and started to jackhammer into her as fast as I could.

Now, being stronger and faster than an average human, I wondered if this kind of powerful fucking would be dangerous to a normal woman. The force of my thrusts could probably fracture a pelvis or even a spine. Amara, however, took the phrase “built for sex” to a whole new level. She could enjoy every kind of sex, from slow, gentle, passionate love-making to animalistic, aggressive, and intense fucking. Her body could readily withstand and enjoy the vigour of my powerful movements in ways that a normal human couldn’t.

I could really let myself go with Amara. No need to hold back or worry about harming her. I loved passionate and meaningful sex, but sometimes it was nice to let my primitive, animalistic side out and fuck as hard and fast as I could.

Using all my strength and speed, I fucked her relentlessly, her tight pussy flowing with juices. She screamed her joy and encouragement as I pounded her from behind with increasing need and strength. I looked over her shoulder at our reflection in the tall, thin dressing mirror mounted on the wall. The image and the passionate looks on our faces increased my craving to claim her as mine forever.

Amara had her head bowed, her face hidden by a curtain of hair as my cock pounded into her pussy. Her hands tightly gripped the arm I had across her chest. Her tits bounced so fast, her nipples seemed to blur. The pink folds of her pussy spread obscenely around the thick shaft of my thrusting cock.

My hand slid from her hip to quickly rub her clit. With a wild scream, Amara’s head flipped back, her hair flying back to show her face.

Her golden eyes were ablaze with raw lust and need. As she gulped in air, her mouth was wide open. Her whole body repeatedly shook, her hips thrusting as she came in a series of powerful releases driven by my brutal assault on her pussy. A pussy that continued to firmly grip my cock like a tight glove. I let loose a growl as her contracting pussy pulled from me my own glorious orgasm. With rivers of sweat flowing from my brow, shoulder, and chest, I gasped for air as I flooded her well-battered pussy with cum.

After resting inside her for at least thirty seconds, I slowly pulled from her pussy, bringing forth a torrent of my cum. It flowed out of her pussy before it clasped shut, sealing the rest inside. My hand, wet with her sweet tasting pussy juices, found its way first to my mouth, then hers. She turned in my arms, and we shared a kiss, the taste of her pussy upon both our lips.

“Hmmm, good morning,” Amara purred as she stretched out her lithe body.

“It most definitely is,” I replied, watching her stretching, the movements doing glorious things to her body.

“I meant to ask you something last night, but I got a bit ... distracted...,” I said with a coy smile.

Amara laid on her side with her raised head supported by one arm and hand while her other rested on the smooth, supple skin of her thigh.

“Mmm, and what was that?” she asked, her free hand tracing up from her thigh, through the valley of her toned stomach, along the outside of her breasts, before slowly circling in to tease a nipple and my following eyes.

“Hmmm,” I so eloquently replied, getting distracted again.

Amara let out a soft chuckle as she rolled out of bed. “How men get any work done when they are so easily distracted is beyond me,” she said as she searched through the bags of clothes she bought the previous day.

The way she bent over at the waist and purposefully pointed her ass at me reduced me to silence as I lost all higher brain function. If she was trying to avoid distracting me, she was going about it the wrong way.

“We’re motivated to clear our workloads so we can pursue those distractions,” I quipped when she stopped teasing me.

She sat cross-legged on the bed, wearing a loose pair of silk short shorts and a matching pink camisole that she had just pulled from her bag. Her nipples pointed to the thin fabric that wonderfully contrasted her dark skin.

“I’m sure you are,” she laughed.

I sat up to face her. “So, I was thinking, are there any rules against telling people everything?”

“Everything?” she queried, with eyebrows raised.

“You, me, the wishes ... Everything?” I clarified by spreading my arms.

She flicked her eyes upwards as she thought it over.

“Well, in my time, the existence of djinn was common knowledge, so there are no rules regarding who you could tell and what. Everyone already knew. Nevertheless, I would caution you about who you tell. Revealing my existence in this era could be dangerous ... disastrous even if the wrong people found out.”

“No one would believe me, anyway. People are too sceptical about the arcane.”

“But if you start saying you have magic powers and talk to mythical beings, you’re likely to be put in a padded room with pills hidden in your food.”

“Not likely when I can just make them forget I ever said anything,” I countered.

“And what about those who believe you? Do you think everyone would agree with how you use your powers or agree if you should have them at all?

You and the people you care about would be at risk from those who want your, or my, powers for themselves. That’s just individuals. You think the government would just let you be when you could walk into 10 Downing Street or into the White House and command the nation’s leaders to order a nuclear strike?”

No, that’s definitely not what I want.

“All warnings aside, I actually think you should tell some people,” she answered.

“What! Even after all that about straight-jackets and nuclear war?”

“Yes. That was just me reminding you that things are a lot different now, and with as much power as you have, don’t think you’re untouchable. Strong-willed evil people will plot to control you or use you for their own ends if they know about you. It would be best if you thought beyond the immediate effect of your actions. However, I think your mother should know everything.

In the past, it was commonplace for men such as you to have a harem mother. She oversaw keeping the harem healthy, happy, and ready to serve. It was her responsibility to take care of all their needs, as well as oversee the daily business of the family. She would be second only to you and the woman you select to be your queen. The harem mother would allow you both to be free to pursue whatever you need. She can’t do that properly without full disclosure.”

A harem mother. It was an interesting concept. As I thought it over, I realised the logistics of maintaining a harem were beyond me. And even if I were skilled at managing a team or group, managing the details of the family’s daily needs and home would drain and divert much of my attention.

“I need you with me when I tell her. There’s a lot you can explain better than I can,” I noted.

“Of course, I’ll be with you. Always,” she said, leaning in to kiss me.

“And it’s you that will always be my queen,” I replied before our lips touched.

After breaking the kiss, she said,

“But first, I need to introduce you to the newest potential member of your harem and to try her out. If you’re willing to accept her, that is...”

“I trusted your judgment. The commands are already in place,” I interrupted her.

“So now I just need you to provide an introduction.”

“Follow me,” she said, taking my hand and leading me from my room and across the hall to Lauren’s room, where Emily was sleeping with Pip. She was asleep against the cute blond beneath the covers. Only her head was visible, with her multi-coloured hair pulled into two skinny plaits.

Her uniform, if it could be called that, was hung over the dresser chair. A small red t-shirt that looked like it would be tight even on the twin’s small bodies. I imagine it was almost painfully tight on the shop assistant’s more mature body. Beneath them rested an equally tiny skirt. Dangling off the corner of the dresser was a lacy black bra that I assumed was hers, meaning she was asleep beneath the covers, only in a pair of panties or less.

Amara gave me a sexy smile as she strolled to the far side of the bed. She slipped beneath the covers, sliding up against Emily. She brushed a few stray strands of her vibrant hair from her face and tucked them behind her ear.

One hand slid beneath the covers to caress her tight little body while her lips gently kissed and nibbled at her ear. Amara’s soft ministration roused the sleeping girl. With her eyes still closed, Emily let out a soft moan and pushed into Amara before rolling onto her back and stretching out.

Her arms came out from beneath the covers and reached out above her head, wrists crossed, palms meeting, and fingers interlocking. Her body straightened as she stretched out her legs, her toes pointing, forming a small tent of the bedsheets. The stretching movement caused the cover to slip below her shoulders, with the upper slopes of her breast just starting to show.

Her stretches complete, she turned and leaned upward to kiss Amara, who was resting with her head on her arm, her forearms upright. This upward lean caused the covers to slip further until they gathered at Emily’s hips. The two beautiful women made out briefly before Amara dropped her head to kiss Emily’s neck, just below her chin.

Then Amara kissed her way up to her ear, where she stage whispered.

“Your master awaits you.”

Amara’s golden eyes looked past Emily to me. Emily followed her gaze and turned to see me standing at the foot of the bed, in all my naked glory. She quickly sat up straighter against the headboard, the sharp movement causing her breasts to jiggle upon her chest. She took a quick breath, her lips parted slightly, and her breathing deepened. Her eyes widened, then narrowed, growing heavy with lust.

I looked into her mind. The string of commands I’d given were well and truly embedded into her mind, each already becoming part of her self-understanding. The building lust was immense.

Usually, I looked at the lust in someone’s mind while we were having sex. It was something that heightens the senses and excites the body. It boosted the emotions of love and pleasure, making them more powerful emotions and the sensations feel more intense.

However, with Emily, the lust was like a gathering storm cloud, a cloud that reached into all the corners of her mind, building up to what would be an epic release. It took over all rational thought and other emotions. She focused solely on feeding the ravenous lust that cried out, begging for release.

The growing inferno was spreading through her body, igniting her nerves, making her whole body tingle with anticipation, her pussy wetting in preparation to become mated to her master. Her breathing was heavy, her chest heaving with her breasts rising and falling.

I reached out and, in a single swift movement, ripped the covers from the bed, revealing her body, naked apart from a small pair of lacy black panties that matched the bra which hung off the dresser. The unexpected movement of the covers roused Pip. Amara slid around to hug the blonde from behind, her hands softly stroking over Pip’s body.

Apart from a glimpse of her when I left Amara with her, this was the first time I actually checked Emily out properly. I looked at her bubble, expanding it out to give me a general overview beyond what I could physically see.

Emily Hill, 21, not a Virgin.

Height - 5’2” Weight - 48kg 28D - 24 - 26

Health - Good Psychological Health - Hypersexuality (Nymphomania) STI - Negative

Relationship Status - Single Orientation - Polyamourus - Bi-sexual - Submissive

Well, that was interesting. The bubble displaying her psychological health was something new. I guess no one else I have viewed had any mental issues, so the header never appeared. I often use the term ‘nympho’ to refer to the twins as a term of affection or endearment. But with Emily, it seemed she was actually clinically diagnosed as a nymphomaniac. A hypersexual sex addict.

Her hair was a multitude of vibrant colours. A light purple on top transitioned into pink, then to blue, followed by green, back to pink, blue, and then finishing with yellow tips. How she dyed it, I had no idea, but I will admit I liked it on her. It suited her and suspected that it reflected a vibrant, energetic personality and a zest for life, focused on sex. A few strands of her bright hair escaped, framing a cute face.

Bright blue eyes rested below carefully sculpted eyebrows that were still lined with dark makeup she hadn’t removed the night before. A soft dusting of light freckles dotted her cheekbones and bridged her cute button nose. She had the cutest little cheek dimples that deepened when she smiled. Her pale pink lips looked so kissable. As she stuck her tongue out to seductively wet them, I noticed a small silver stud in her tongue.

I scanned her face again and noticed small indents where piercings had been. She had stretchers in both ears, probably just big enough to fit the tip of my pinkie finger through. Her right nostril had a hole for a nose ring, and there was a piercing hole in the little grove beneath her nose.

My eyes lazily travelled down her slim body. Her tits were perfect orbs, tipped with cute little nipples, already hard with excitement. Slightly larger than you would expect to see on a girl her size, they were definitely more than a handful. They were the same size as Laurens, but her slightly slimmer frame made them appear larger. Her light pink nipples were both pierced with a small bar through each.

Her slim waist and flat stomach had the lightest shape of abs with a small clear gem adorning her belly button. Narrow hips framed a bare pussy, with a small hummingbird tattoo between her right hip and belly button. Her light pink lips were already wet with her juices, ready to receive my raging cock, which was excited by her beautiful body.

A pair of slender legs ended in a dainty pair of feet. Her toes were painted a hot pink colour that I noticed matched her painted fingernails. She was one sexy little package for whom I would thank Amara for later. But right now, I had to take her as mine before she went mad with the lust that I could see was dominating her mind and lit every nerve in her body alight.

I climbed onto the bed and worked my way up her body. I kissed up her legs, alternating left to right. With each kiss, she moaned in excited anticipation of even more. Her breathing quickened the higher I got. By the time I was level with her pussy, she was nearly hyperventilating.

I teased her by repeatedly kissing her upper thighs, some only a few centimetres from her lovely pussy. After passing over her pussy several times, I finally kissed just to the side of each lip. Continuing to tease her, I moved closer to kissing around her pussy, but never touching it. I held her hips still to stop her thrusting her pussy up into my face. Then I hovered just above her pussy and very gently blew onto her clit.

Letting out a hiss between clenched teeth, her lust flared, nearly breaking free, and just that soft breath almost made her cum. I moved up from her pussy as she moaned,

“No! Please. I need to cum, lick me, fuck me,” she begged.

I cut off her pleading with a kiss, my body now poised above hers without touching her except for our lips. Her kissing was frantic, her hand tightly gripping a fistful of my hair, pulling hard. Our tongues fought and intertwined, our lips never breaking contact.

When I eventually pulled away, she wasn’t the only breathless one. I knew at that moment this sexual hellion was being a perfect addition to the harem. I briefly glanced at Amara, who winked over Pip’s shoulder with a broad grin. She knew I was pleased.

I moved a hand down to control Emily’s squirming hips while placing the other on a large tit. The bar through her nipple was hard against my palm. I enjoyed the soft, supple flesh cupped in my hand. I moved my lips down to take the other in my mouth, teasing the nipple, kissing all around it, and then sucking as much of her pliable breast into my mouth as I could before swapping my hand and mouth so I could enjoy her other tit. Flicking the metal bar made her arousal flair.

Her chest pushed up into my mouth. She constantly moaned amid her quick, heavy breathing. My kisses meandered across her stomach towards her pussy before stopping just above it, whereupon she let out a scream of frustration.

“Fuck me, please! I need to cum. I can’t take it anymore!” she pleaded. At least that’s what I think she said. It was hard to tell amongst her staccato breathing and moans.

I moved my hips closer to her. My cock head just touched the entrance to her pussy, barely parting her moist lips. Her copious juices ran onto my cock head and down the shaft.

“Who is your master?” I asked.

Looking into my face, she breathed, “You are.”

“Who owns this slutty little body?” I asked, as I gave her tit a hard squeeze.

“You do” she repeated.

“What are you? I questioned.

“I’m your slut, your whore, whatever you want me to be. Now fuck my sluttly little body! Claim me, take me,” she was screaming by the end.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” I smiled before slamming myself into her in one hard stroke.

She screamed an ear-splitting scream as I saw the gathered lust that filled her mind explode through her body like a dam breaking. She screamed till her voice broke, her pussy going frantic around my cock as she gushed juices. Within seconds, she was rolling from one orgasm to the next without rest. Her entire body was tense and shaking as the massive build of lust coursed through her, overloading her petite body.

Her breasts shook violently as I kept thrusting back and forth in her warm, tight pussy. Small hands gripped my back hard enough to leave scratches, but not strong enough to break my tougher skin. Only a few minutes after entering her, her eyes rolled back in her head, showing only white. Less than a dozen thrusts later, her back arched as she came once more. Then my new lover promptly collapsed and passed out.

I was still fully embedded inside her as she lay passed out. I checked her mind, for I wondered if she might have hurt herself.

While diminished in intensity, her lust was still there, pacing like a beast waiting to strike again. Though temporarily sated, it restlessly waited for her body to recover before coming out to seek satisfaction again. I wasn’t sure if her body could take it anymore.

“She was the same last night. I thought I was going to drown when we sixty-nined. Next time I’ll have to go on top,” Amara said with a laugh. She was still sitting behind Pip but now naked while casualty rubbing the blondes clit making her squirm and gasp.

Any answer I had was stopped when Emily groaned and began to move beneath me.

“Mmhmm, thank you, master,” she purred as her hips started moving and she regained her strength.

Looking for some indication of what had just happened, I searched her eyes and mind. The lust was back, but at a more manageable level now that its initial urgency and force had dissipated. I lost count of how many times she climaxed around my cock. I wasn’t entirely sure if it was a long series continuously rolling from one into another, or it was just a few multiple long orgasms. Whatever it was, she was an energetic, multi-orgasmic lover.

As she was no worse for wear and still horny, and I still wanted to shoot my cum into her, I went back to giving her a solid dicking. Our hips kept meeting with a powerful slap. She held onto my shoulder blades as we moved together, my cock stretching out her tight pussy. Her body writhed beneath me, her breasts pushing up into my chest, her legs wrapped around mine, pulling me deep into her.

The cloud of lust in her mind was back and proliferating. It didn’t take long for her breathing to grow heavy, her moans getting louder, filling the room. Of all the girls I had been with, including Amara, Emily squirted the most. She didn’t just squirt a little or a single short stream when she came. As she was cumming, her pussy seemed to constantly pump out juices that ran down my cock in streams.

Already, the bed beneath us was soaked from her first massive group of orgasms. That large wet spot grew into a big puddle as she came again.

I pulled out, drawing a moan from Emily. I shuffled back off the bed. Emily gave out a happy, startled scream as I pulled her to the end of the bed and flipped her over. I pulled her to her hands and knees. Then I turned her body to put her head between Amara’s legs.

Amara gave me a sultry grin, blew me a kiss, and pulled Emily’s head into her pussy. Needing no more encouragement, Emily started eating Amara with enthusiasm.

I lined up my cock with her pussy, thrust back into her, my balls slapping her clit with each stroke. After a few powerful thrusts and her thoroughly wetting my cock, I pulled out, causing her to whimper into Amara’s pussy. Putting my cock-head against her tiny puckered asshole, I slowly pushed forward, stretching her open.

Emily raised her head from Amara’s pussy and turned to look into my face.

“Oh yes, fuck my ass. Force that thick cock into my tight little ass!”

Amara grabbed Emily’s hair and pulled her back to her pussy. Emily worked her tongue as deep as she could into Amara’s pussy while Amara rubbed her clit, working herself to an orgasm.

Coming up to my side, Pip reached between my legs to grip my cock, guiding me into Emily’s ass. I took hold of her slim waist and pushed forward, forcing my fat cock-head past her tight ring.

Her ass was hot and so tight that it took three big strokes to bury my cock completely inside the slim girl’s small ass. She screamed into Amara’s pussy. With each thrust, her moans grew louder. The vibrations pushed Amara over the edge. As Amara vocalised her own orgasm, she used both her hands to hold Emily close as she gushed her juices over Emily’s face. Emily didn’t miss a beat; she sealed her lips around Amara’s pulsing pussy and drank all her sweet cum.

I continued to give her long, powerful strokes that gave her the deep pleasurable burn. I bottomed out while also lighting up the cluster of nerves at the entrance to her ass as my shaft passed it along. My hips moved as I gave a quick deep thrust and then paused, holding her hips tight to mine, just enjoying the heat of her tight ass around my cock. Emily gave a soft moan and started to rotate her hips on my cock, carving out her bowels.