Chapter 7

I awoke to a really blurred sense of memory for a moment there, as I looked around me to see heaps of naked bodies everywhere. Were they alive or dead? No, judging from the way that the ladies’ breasts heaved, they were very much alive. I started to rise, but a hand from somewhere pulled me back into the hot mess of naked skin and sweat with a strong smell of sex. Was I dreaming all long, all about this month? No, the marks on the various foreheads told me that I never imagined that.

Was I hungover? No. I didn’t feel the urge to puke. I had been the driver, after all. What time was it, anyway? Was it daylight out there now? I looked around me and saw that the sun was definitely up, coming through the windows and the blinds. What time was it, again, I asked myself for the second time as I looked around for a clock or watch or even a cell phone.

I finally squinted to see the numbers. 1:23 pm. It was already afternoon. Wow! I really had slept in and so had everyone else. Well, it wasn’t a school day, as it was summer, right? I had graduated high school just a couple of months back, after all, a little late because of weird family drama stuff that prevented me starting kindergarten on time. Oh, fuck, I thought, wow, what all did I do yesterday, anyway?

I was nineteen years old as of little more than a month ago, the month that had seen my whole life and that of my family change dramatically. I had wished for my version of utopia, and it had snowballed into something even more intense and powerful than I could have ever imagined. I now served as the high priest of Baal, my half-sister and cousin Kara, who was also my most significant other, as the high priestess of Ashtaroth. Both of these being Canaanite Gods, they had no use for Jehovah or the major world religions founded in his name. I had two major acolytes, my twin cousins Chloe and Zoe, who were bound to serve me in their own way, and we all had thralls bound to us as well. This included my own parents, as a matter of fact.

I rose again and stumbled through the tangled bodies to get to the closest john, really feeling the pressure from my bladder by now. I relaxed and let my piss flow at last, unaware that I wasn’t alone at all. As I relieved myself, I felt soft kisses on the back of my head and then heard the commode flush before the seat fell back in place. I went to wash my hands and as I did so, I looked into the mirror and saw Audrey Papineau.

This was my lovely dish of a thrall who worked as a teller at a bank located in a major retail and supermarket store. I wouldn’t say which one, as it didn’t really matter. She washed her own hands in a hurry and then rushed to start the shower for us. Yes, it was clear that she meant to take a shower with me. Not that I minded in the least.

“So, how are you holding up, babe? With the drastic change of lifestyle and all? All as of yesterday, no less!” I asked Audrey as she started washing my flesh and I returned the favor under the hot water jets.

“Well, other than seeing an angel almost kill the man that I love and his ass have to be saved by a God with lightning from his hands? That’s a bit like ‘other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play,’ right? Fucking evil seraph bastard! I really thought that I’d lose you for a second, immortal or not. How immortal are you if you encounter an even more powerful being and all that jazz? Well, that angel learned that lesson, didn’t he?” Audrey pouted as she kissed my chest so lovingly that there was no question of her true feelings for me.

“Hey, sweet cheeks, I’m not going anywhere, okay? I still haven’t made a thrall out of Claire or Marilou, after all. Nor Charlie or Daisy, for that matter. I still haven’t gotten a threesome with you and Claire that really does either of you justice, either. Or you and Marilou, for that matter. I still haven’t licked honey off your ass, either,” I reassured her now.

“Honey ... off my ... ass? You want to do that? You want to lick honey off my ass? This ass? You want to pour sticky honey all over my tushy and lick every drop off it? Kinky! Promise to kiss me instantly afterward, pretty please? I want to know what the mixture of my butt sweat and honey tastes like, babe!” Audrey licked her lips as she knelt to start sucking my cock in the shower.

“Sounds fair to me, sweet cheeks!” I teased her, making her laugh.

“Oh, I get that! Cute ... because of the honey! I love it! Anything else that you want to lick off my body or any of its parts? Whipped cream off my tits? Peach ice cream out of my cunt? Maple syrup out of my belly button? Cherry compote from my taint? Chocolate mousse off my shoulders? Red wine off my legs? Peanut butter from my face?” Audrey returned my teasing in spades.

“What about marmalade off your lower back?” I asked her while stroking her hair and enjoying the blowjob that she eagerly gave me now.

“All jokes aside? Any or all of that is permissible for two reasons. One, I’m madly in love with you now and want to satisfy every kink that I could possibly entertain for your sake,” Audrey told me rather bluntly between licks to the head of my dick.

“And the other reason?” I waxed curious.

“Well, I’m your thrall, Master! In case you forgot, I belong to you now. You own me. You can do whatever you like with my body and I would have to suck it up, buttercup, even if it disgusted me, which none of the aforementioned does, anyway. I’m basically your slave for eternity, but by another name. Which is perfectly fine by me, I might add. Everything about you makes me want to do nothing but please you, my love!” Audrey swore to me as she really got to work sucking me off.

“You seem to really enjoy doing that,” I shifted the subject a little, not wishing to look gift whores in the mouth.

“Yes, but then you want to lick things off my body, so we’re even!” Audrey teased me again with a naughty wink and smile, “but seriously, if you want to lick food off my skin, so be it! Please let me shower afterward, though, so I don’t feel quite icky and sticky!”

“It’s a deal, though I can’t promise not to attack you in the shower, too. Just not by smearing more food on you. In the shower, it would get all wet and gross!” I warned Audrey, who laughed even harder at that.

“Hey, I happen to enjoy being attacked by you, if by attacked, you mean licked or fucked or fingered! Face it, Master, I’m your bitch and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m the fucking love slave of a nineteen year old and I love it! None of my past relationships ever measured up to this! Not even Silvio and he was the closest by far,” Audrey told me before putting my cock back into her mouth.

“That must be your former beau, this Silvio guy, eh?” I thought aloud.

“Silvio Arturini. What a guy! I don’t even remember why we broke up, and frankly, I wouldn’t mind if it he became a thrall to one of you, hint, hint, but he still doesn’t hold a candle to you, Master! Oh, wait, now I recall why we broke up. It was the dumbest thing ever. He fucked one of my girlfriends! Teresa, that was her name! Teresa Ramirez!

“I found out because I noticed a scent on him that I couldn’t place. I was too horny to ask him about it before we fucked, but afterwards, it came out in pillow talk, and then pillow talk turned into a nasty, mother of all battles, lovers’ spat that resulted in our break-up. That was about six weeks ago, just two weeks before the world started to change,” Audrey told me before popping my dick back into her mouth and sucking me even more enthusiastically.

“Why I do get the feeling that this wasn’t the end of the road with you and Silvio?” I laughed just before Audrey made a point of stroking my balls as she sucked me off.

“Because it wasn’t, not quite. I ran into him two weeks later, right at the time of the major change or whatever you want to call it. Before I knew, we tumbled into bed together and had ourselves a little ex sex. I didn’t use protection with him, but I never had. We always went bareback from day one, Silvio and I. I simply took the Pill and trusted him completely. Maybe that was why the sex with Teresa bothered me so much, the risk of infection?

“But Teresa had just gotten out of an engagement, so she wasn’t a high-risk candidate anymore. I do seem to recall, if vaguely, that there was a social taboo, referenced here by your relatives, in fact, against having more than one romantic or sexual partner at a time, right? Some part of my brain remembers that in some fashion.

“It’s as if some other part of my brain, I don’t know how, has abruptly decided that such a rule is silly and shoved it onto the back burner. Even your kin who’ve discussed said taboo seem to think of it as a laughing matter nowadays,” Audrey remembered as she sucked me off even more aggressively to atone for stopping.

“Well, the ‘change,’ as you have called it, happened just one month and one day ago, yes, and before it, a lot of people really cared about things like fidelity, even if others didn’t. Even the ones who cared about such traditions or conventions flouted them at times in spite of their qualms, which only made them feel a ridiculous amount of guilt.