Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. >Disclaimer: This story and others from this author should only be enjoyed in a responsible manner. If you find yourself wanting to enact anything in these stories, or feel that you might develop a fetish, please do not read any further. Sex addiction is a very real problem, and the author does not wish to encourage this kind of behavior Worshipping God (chapter 3) Brother Amos had instructed Edward, Laramis, and Jethros to all get their sleep for the coming meeting with Master Marchand the next day. But instead of being well rested and prepared the next morning, Edward was scatter brained and grouchy. -What -(TM)s wrong, Edward? - Jethros asked. They were all seated in the common room again, eating oatmeal for breakfast. -Rough night - was all that Edward would say. He kept his eyes down on his food, ignoring the looks of concern from his Brothers. The shame of his nocturnal emission still weighed heavily on Edward, and more so because of how he succumbed to the temptation, than anything else. _Much worse than the first night,_ Edward thought, thinking back to his first night in Addersfield. During that dream, his mind chose the path of curiosity and adventure, to see what the glowing figure would become when he came closer to it. Upon reflection afterwards, Edward realized that his desire to taste that pleasure, and explore possibilities, was what drove him to the quick climax that night. _But this...this was different_. In last night -(TM)s dream, Edward fell into that bed, knowing full well what it represented- sex. He embraced the feeling, let it flow through him without any resistance of mind or body. _Lily --_ Edward shuddered when he thought about the bed sheet transforming into Lily -(TM)s dark-orange hair, and how enraptured he was with her. After a certain point he was committed, devoting himself to the sexual act with Lily. But even when he thought about it now, how he was powerless to resist her mental commands, he felt cold inside. There was something very wrong about that situation, something worse than it should have been. It was like a part of himself had been given away, a piece that would never come back -- -Hey Edward, we -(TM)re gonna see to the horses. We -(TM)ll be back soon - Jethros said. Edward looked up and nodded. He saw that Jethros and Laramis had finished their food, but that he was still only halfway through his bowl. _Get a grip, it -(TM)s not a big deal,_ he tried telling himself. He needed to get over this mental block soon, because there was a lot at stake- _this town needs saving right now, not me._ Edward focused on eating the rest of his food so that he could find his Brothers. -Oh, that was quick - Jethros remarked, as Edward came out to the stable fully attired. -Just needed to get some fresh air - Edward said off-handedly. He smiled at his brothers- -So, are we ready to meet Amos? - he asked. -Yes, almost. Are you armed? - Laramis asked. Edward pulled on the hem of his robe, revealing his long sap on his hip. -Amos requested we go without any weapons - Laramis stated, flatly. Edward detected Laramis -(TM) disapproval, but tried not to think on it- -Very well. I -(TM)m sure we won -(TM)t have cause for it anyway. - After Edward returned the sap to his room, he and his Brothers walked the short distance to Master Marchand -(TM)s residence, which was located near the other larger houses of town. -My - Edward remarked. Unlike most of the other buildings in Addersfield, this one was half-built of stone, which comprised the first story of the two-story domicile. It also had a large, peaked roof with four sides, and an impressively-large green dragon weather vane on top. Whereas most buildings simply used shutters to close windows, this house had glass windows installed, a feature that was only available in the larger cities. Edward would have walked closer to admire them, but the stern looks of the two town guard at the front entrance convinced him otherwise. -There is Brother Amos - Laramis said, directing the group to a man coming up the street. Amos saw the Brothers, and started making his way towards them. -It certainly sticks out - Edward said, referring back to the roof ornament, -you can -(TM)t miss it. - The three of them looked back and admired the weather vane, which was taller than any of the surrounding buildings by a good 10 feet. _Probably compensating,_ Edward surmised. -You all have the paperwork? - Amos asked. -Yes, sir - Jethros said. They were all looking to Amos to do most of the speaking again. Amos turned and walked toward the guards, who had been eyeing him the entire time. -Good morning, gentlemen - Amos said, keeping himself a few paces away, -We have an appointment with Master Marchand at this time. - The one on the right answered, -Name and business - he stated forcefully. -Brother Amos, of House Righteous. My fellow Brothers of Chirrus are Laramis, Edward, and Jethros. We are here to discuss the laws governing this fair town. - The guard didn -(TM)t register any emotion until Amos mentioned the purpose for their visit- _They don -(TM)t care about us until there -(TM)s something we can do that affects them,_ Edward realized. Edward watched the guards carefully- _They seem comfortable at their post, not scared of passerbys. They must not expect any trouble...that they can -(TM)t handle, anyway._ Edward thought about the townspeople he met over the course of the last couple days, and was pretty sure nearly all of them were unskilled fighters- _Certainly no match for these men._ Both guards were wearing steel cuirasses, or breastplates, adorned with the sigil of Addersfield, a red dragon. They also had small shields strapped to their left arm, and short spears planted on the ground in their right hands. Although the spears were at the ready, both men carried long swords on their hip as well. The other guard caught Edward -(TM)s wandering eye, and Edward quickly looked away before the guard could assess his combat astuteness- _Better to look afraid now than to show confidence._ -He is expecting you. I will need to check you for weapons - said the first guard. Resting his spear against the wall and dropping his shield to the ground, the guard waved for the three younger Brothers to step aside. -I will go inside - he explained, raising Amos -(TM) arms up. Edward could see the other guard tensing up out of the corner of his eye. -Insolence of any kind will not be tolerated. Don -(TM)t touch anything. Don -(TM)t get close too Master Marchand. - The guard finished his pat down of Amos, and pointed for him to walk to a spot by himself. -Do I make myself clear? - the guard warned everyone. Edward made sure to nod quickly. -Good. If I catch you breaking any rules or being disrespectful, you -(TM)re gonna have a bad day. - -There won -(TM)t be any problems, sir - Amos offered, placatingly. Once the guard patted all of the Brothers and cleared them of weapons, he took out a key and unlocked the front door. -Follow me - he said, opening the door. Walking into the hallway, the guard suddenly turned on his heel, looking back towards the group. -Master Marchand will see you in here - he said gruffly, directing them towards the front dining room. -Thank you - Amos replied, giving a short bow. Edward observed that the dining room was furnished with a long darkwood table, several cabinets, and numerous decorations of art on the walls. _If he -(TM)s trying to appear well-off, he -(TM)s doing a good job of it._ From the archway opening on the side of the room, a short man of about 5 -(TM) -(TM) walked into the room -Please, have a seat - he said. The man took the seat at the end of the table, and when everyone sat down, appeared to be of equal height. -What can I do for you? - he asked. He had shiny dark brown hair that was pulled back, likely with the aid of some kind of grease. He was wearing a black tailcoat over a white ruffled shirt, with black trousers to match. It was the kind of outfit you would expect from nobility. -Thank you for seeing us, Master Marchand - Amos started, -As you know, the Brothers of House Righteous have been making these mission trips to neighboring communities for many years. The purpose of which is to provide a divine perspective on local laws. We always strive to support the governing body in keeping peace in the community, typically through enforcement of the laws. - -And now? - Marchand said with skepticism. -Now, we have encountered many grievances against the rules of law enacted recently. We have talked to dozens of townspeople, trying to learn their opinions. - Edward noticed that Master Marchand had his hands on the table in front of him, fingers interlocked. As Amos was telling their story, Marchand -(TM)s finger started tapping impatiently. -I would not put much stock in what the townspeople say - Marchand explained. -They are not in positions of power, and thus, do not understand the nuances of governing. - -We would never only take one argument - Amos explained, -Both sides must be heard. - -And would you not agree that governed people will always have complaints against their rulers? - Marchand questioned. -It is in our nature to question authority, and to resist control. That much is true - Amos admitted, nodding towards Marchand. -However, our order has a responsibility to hear from those who are governed, as well as the governors. - -Our rules are fair - Marchand stated, challengingly. -My fellow Brothers and I wanted to discuss some of the laws that were set up, and perhaps we can work together to find a solution that benefits all - Amos offered, placatingly. Marchand -(TM)s expression showed no interest. -For example, there is a law that requires vendors to register with the Minister of Finances, Mr. Gilroy, and pay a fee to operate within the town- - -And? - Marchand asked. -The response from the people to this law was fairly unanimous, in that they believe the fees were exorbitantly high. They believe it- - -Of course they do -, Marchand interrupted, -Merchants are only concerned about profit. Anything that takes money away from them will be seen with derision. This doesn -(TM)t surprise me in the least. - -It is hard for us to argue against the state in this case, I will admit - Amos continued, -since the law affects everyone without bias...but, many merchants complain that they no longer make profits, and will have to end their business. - -Then that is their problem - Marchand responded flatly, -If they were accomplished merchants selling good wares, then they would have no financial issues. It is only the dishonest merchant peddling cheap goods and services in our town that are so affected. - Amos thought for a moment, but Marchand was quick to continue his argument. -Really, Brother Amos, I -(TM)m surprised at you. I know your younger colleagues here are naive to the workings of commerce and law in the real world, but you -(TM)ve been to our town before. - -Master Marchand - Amos said, trying to get a word in -The proof is in the pudding, as they say. If you were to go out to the Market Square, you would see fine establishments selling high quality items, making a profit, which benefits everyone. If the laws were as unjust as you say, then why is our commercial district such a shining success? - _He -(TM)s a manipulator,_ thought Edward, _and he -(TM)s hiding something._ -All we are saying - Laramis interjected, -Is that the law is affecting the way of living for a substantial portion of the population- - -So? - Marchand interrupted, again, -What concern is it to me? Laws that seek to raise civilization to a higher standard must also raise the conduct of its citizens. Isn -(TM)t that what Chirrus says? - Edward was feeling hot under the collar- _If only this man and I could settle this in combat --_ -Chirrus teaches that laws must not take away basic necessities of life, including the need for work - Amos explained. -And these former merchants are able to work wherever they want, doing whatever legal work is available - Marchand said, a puzzled expression on his face. -But if the law prevents them from their work, then it is unjust - Edward said. -My dear boy, the law does not prevent them from work. It merely requires them to meet a higher standard - -And explain to me how heavy taxes are designed to improve commerce standards - Edward replied, raising his voice. Instead of responding immediately, Marchand gave a small laugh- -I see that Chirrus does not teach business at your temple. - -Marchand, please - Amos said. Marchand stood up, and gave no hint that he would temper his tongue- -What you men of Chirrus fail to realize is that the real world is very different from what you -(TM)ve read in your books. The world according to your god does not exist, and any attempts to align it with your fantasy are futile. These laws were designed by people who know how to govern, and we will protect our people from those who are unqualified to judge. - A grave silence came over the room. Edward knew this was a turning point in the relationship between House Righteous and Addersfield, and perhaps their missions would be in jeopardy of being revoked by Lord Taggart in the future. -We mean no offense, Master Marchand - Amos said carefully, -Please understand that we are invited here so that _both_ governed and governors can rest assured there is justice in the land. We are protectors of the people, and only wish to work hand in hand with the government to find peaceful solutions. - Marchand waited a moment before sitting down. -Unless you can find a better argument against our merchant registration law, I consider the matter closed. - _Well that went well,_ Edward thought sarcastically. _One down, four more to go --_ The next complaint that the Brothers brought up was on limiting access to certain portions of the town. The law had strict guidelines for attire that had to be worn in order to be allowed in the finer parts of the city. As expected, Master Marchand responded with the same pledge of advancing the town -(TM)s prestige, and thereby bringing in travelers and new commerce. He explained that by enhancing the image of Addersfield, it would bring more interest from people outside. It was an argument that made some sense to Edward, however he did bring up the manner with which the law was being enforced- with heavy-handedness from town guards, and complaints of illegal confiscation of valuables. To this, Marchand suggested they speak with -~Sir Wayford -(TM), the Commander of the Guard. Thinking back to their first encounter with the Commander, Edward had doubts that any progress would be made. -Many citizens have voiced their concerns that they are being detained as a form of extortion - Edward blurted out. After the outburst, Edward saw his Brothers looking sharply at him. -Ha ha, how ridiculous young Brother - Marchand said, smiling. Edward was boiling over. -What he is trying to say is that the law pertaining to financial incentives for town guard making arrests has potentially negative consequences - Jethros stepped in. -When you pay the guards based on quantity of arrests instead of quality, you very easily bias their judgement. - -But are they making false arrests? - Marchand asked. -Many of the townspeople believe so - Jethros continued. -We have looked into some of these claims - Amos added, seeing where Marchand was going, -And although you are correct that the arrests are based on current laws, the application, or interpretation, of the governing rules leaves much to be desired. - Edward noticed that Amos was appearing more tired than before. -So now you question our security -(TM)s judgement? - Marchand asked with faux incredulity. _That snake,_ Edward thought. -A woman was arrested for wearing a stained piece of clothing - Amos said pleadingly. Marchand shrugged, -I cannot control what each individual who works for me does on a daily basis. - _So they work for him?_ -But you can try to explain to the guards out there what is appropriate, and what is not...or, be more specific with the language in the written law itself - Jethros said. -I am _far_ too busy at the moment - Marchand responded. -Besides, there are more important stately matters to attend to. - -Then let us help modify the law - Jethros answered. Does Jethros not see that this is useless? Edward wondered. -Hmmmm, perhaps that can be arranged - Marchand said. Edward was confused- Why would he want to suddenly work with us? Marchand put a finger to his lips, -It will take some convincing, however. Lord Taggart has been very firm on the new changes to our Law Codex. It will take time. - _Of course_- -How long? - Edward asked with some desperation. -Lord Taggart has remained resolute that we attempt to implement the new rules for an appropriate amount of time, so as to vet them - Marchand explained. The blank, expecting looks on the Brothers stirred Marchand to answer- -Weeks, no more than a month - _What in the Nine Hells?!_ Edward went wide-eyed, and saw that Jethros was similarly surprised -Our stay will not be that long - Amos explained. -We must travel back to House Righteous at the end of our appointed time, and will not be back until the frosty evenings return in the fall. - -I am sorry, then. No more can be done. - Unsurprisingly, Master Marchand didn -(TM)t look all that contrite. -Was there any other business to attend to? - Marchand asked, hands folded on the table again. -If you have time, Master Marchand- - Amos started. -I -(TM)m afraid not, sorry to say - Marchand interrupted, -State business calls. - He nodded towards the hallway. -May we leave our other findings with you, then? - Amos asked. -Yes, of course. I will read them soon - Marchand said off-handedly, as he stood up. Edward noticed that the guard was now in the room. -Mister Gorlami will see you out. - -Thank you for your time, Master Marchand - Amos said hurriedly, placing some papers on the table. -A pleasure working with House Righteous, as always. Good day, Brothers - Marchand called to them, as they left the room. -Why even bother trying to talk to Taggart, if it -(TM)s going to take weeks to get anything done! - Edward exclaimed, when all four Brothers were back on the street. -I share your frustration - Amos said. -I have no doubt that Master Marchand is impeding our attempts at progress- - -Ironic - Jethros added, -Since everything he does is in the name of progress. He could enact slavery and call it progress. - -And the guards would enforce it - Laramis added, dryly. -To be sure -, Amos admitted. -My feeling is that Master Marchand will do whatever he can to prevent us from producing any real change here, but without appearing to do so. Any overt attempts on his part would be consequential. - -Preventing a Public Review? - Edward asked, having composed himself. -Perhaps - Amos said, thoughtfully. -Master Marchand is a different beast altogether- smart, manipulative, and powerful. I wouldn -(TM)t put it past him to know our modes of operation. - -A new strategy, then - Edward said, with renewed vigor. -How do you mean? - Amos asked. -We -(TM)ve been going about this through our formal process, right? - Edward asked rhetorically. The other Brothers nodded. -Analyzing the law, applying our measures to it, and working with the government to modify them. But this hasn -(TM)t gotten us anywhere, and the government -(TM)s laws aren -(TM)t heinous enough to warrant stronger action on our part -- - Edward looked around, and saw a general agreement- -So, what if we try to work with the enforcers of the law instead, or rather, work against them? - -How do you mean? - Amos asked. -In the past, Brothers have tried investigating individuals who have broken fairly universal laws- bribery, theft, assault, etc. When the investigations are turned on the peacekeepers, it sends a message that no one is above the law. And isn -(TM)t that what our final goal is, to make everyone equal? - -What you propose is difficult work - Amos said. -And dangerous - Jerthos added. -I will admit, there is risk involved, but...I can -(TM)t see any other way of changing the status quo around here. - Let -(TM)s take it to these bastards. -And as Brothers of Chirrus, our testimony should carry enough weight to bring charges against any offenders we see. - -They will resist us - Jethros warned. -Let them try - Edward responded with gusto. -The people of this town are looking to someone as their impartial protector. We can do that for them! - There was a brief silence, as the Brothers considered the gravity of their potential path. -We will need more information if we are to catch these criminals. - Amos was starting to come around to Edward -(TM)s idea. -Information about which individuals to observe, and how they operate. - -We should work on this today, while there is still daylight - Laramis informed them. Suddenly, Edward remembered his appointment with Lily at suppertime. -We shall meet again in the common room of the tavern - Amos announced. -At sundown. - -I would like to stay a little later, if I could - Edward asked. As soon as he said the words, he felt guilty. But Amos must -(TM)ve assumed Edward was zealous for his own idea, and not for an ulterior motive- -We are all free to do as we wish, within the teachings of Chirrus. - Turning to everyone, he warned- -Be safe, Brothers. - ----- Edward went about talking to people about the guards, or anyone else who was breaking the law, and wrote down quite a few names. But with each name written down, each person marked off his mental list of people to talk to, Edward felt his heartbeat grow stronger, and his mind begin to wander. _Is it excitement? Am I nervous?_ Edward tried to calm his nerves by reminding himself that nothing sexual could happen between a Brother of Chirrus and a woman, so it was pointless to even think about it. _And besides, she wouldn -(TM)t be interested in me anyways. I -(TM)m probably not her type..._ _What would her type be, I wonder? She -(TM)s so gorgeous, she would probably be attracted to only the most handsome of men._ The sun was setting in another hour, and Edward decided it was finally time. _Time for my last interview --_ Edward found the two-story building in no time, having seen all of the shops and stores the market square had to offer already. As described by Lily the night before, there was a blue scarf tied to the second-story window- a sign that she was waiting for him. _And now my heart is beating out of my chest_, Edward thought, taking a deep breath. He had to remind himself that he was still on a mission to help others, and Lily was no different from the rest of them. _Oh, but that smoky smell --,_ he thought, looking over to the blacksmithing shop next door. Opening the door to Lily -(TM)s building, Edward walked in boldly. The first room was simple, and obviously designed as a shop area, based on the wide space and the counter that crossed through most of it. The furnishing was spartan, with only a couple tables and some chairs behind the counter. -Hello? - Edward called out. -Upstairs - came Lily -(TM)s voice. Edward stepped past the counter, noting how noisy the floor boards were. Going to the back of the room, Edward saw the fireplace located along the back wall, along with two smaller rooms, one of which was the latrine. There was also a slightly larger room with the door open, and based on the foodstuff lying around, it was likely the kitchen. Edward found the stairs along the back wall, and walking up them, was not surprised to find them creaking as well. As soon as his head was above the second-story floor, he was amazed at how different the upstairs was from the downstairs. -Wow - he said, looking around. The floor was covered in thick rugs, some overlapping each other. Standing at the top of the stairs, he saw paintings on the wall, mostly nudes. An elaborate chandelier hung over the middle of the room. Edward took his boots off, leaving them at the top of the stairs. Ooooh, that feels nice, he thought, walking barefoot on the furskin rug. -Thank you for coming - said Lily, walking in from another room. She was wearing a white nightgown that extended down to her bare feet. -My pleasure - Edward responded, politely. Lily was still as stunning as ever, with flawless white skin and rich, dark-orange hair that swirled around her shoulders. _Like fire,_ Edward realized. Her hair was wavy, like the beams of heat that were often depicted emanating from the sun. But what froze Edward in his tracks were her intensely-green eyes. -Please, make yourself comfortable - she said, waving her hand over the rugs. Edward sat down on one of them, waiting for Lily to make the next move. -How do you like my place? - she asked sweetly, looking around the room. Edward took a moment to take his eyes off of her- -It -(TM)s...very nice. - _Very smooth_, he chided himself. -I -(TM)m glad you like it. Are you a fan of nudes? - she asked. Edward gulped, -Um, well, I haven -(TM)t seen any before. - Which was the truth. -Ah, I hope you appreciate them, Edward - she said smiling, -The naked body is beautiful to withhold, wouldn -(TM)t you agree? - _She -(TM)s very forward_. -Yes, I guess so. - Lily walked over towards a bowl that was sitting on a small table, and brought it over. As she came closer, Edward -(TM)s eyes were drawn to the faint dark circles underneath her gown_She -(TM)s naked underneath!_ Edward forced his eyes up to look at Lily -(TM)s face, which showed no hint that she had caught his glance. _Her breasts are pressing into the fabric enough to make out nipples, even without a corset._ Slowly, Lily sat down across from Edward, and placed the bowl between them. -Have some - she offered. Edward took a cluster of fresh grapes, and started plucking them off. -Was your business fruitful? - she asked. -Business? - -You mentioned that you had something at noon today - she said. -Ohh - Edward said, remembering that he had told her about his appointment, -My apologies. There was a setback, but now we have a working solution. - -You seem very smart and capable, if I may say so - she said pleasantly. -And you are very beautiful - Edward blurted out. He was afraid that she would be offended at his forwardness, but she only laughed instead -You are too kind, Edward. I only aspire to be like the subjects in these paintings. - _She is unusually modest for a woman of her appearance._ -I think you are better - Edward replied, truthfully. _She really is the most beautiful creature I -(TM)ve ever seen --_ Lily smiled again, her pink lips thinning before returning to their usual plumpness. -And what about you, Edward? You are a very handsome young man. Don -(TM)t the women _swoon_ for you? - She said, crawling over to the grapes. -Me? No - Edward replied, embarrassed. He saw that Lily was on her hands and knees, her breasts swinging below her under her gown as she crawled in his direction. -You should lie down, it will be more comfortable - she told him. Embarrassed that he could see down her cleavage, he thought it better to rest his head on the floor. -It -(TM)s a little warm in here, don -(TM)t you think? You may want to take off your robe - she said, lazily fanning the top of her chest with a hand. _It does feel warm_, Edward realized. Taking his heavy grey robe off, he bunched it up to act as a pillow. He was now in his brown tunic and faded-white breeches. By lying down, however, Edward saw that a small bulge had formed at his crotch. _Damn, I hope she doesn -(TM)t notice!_ -See? Isn -(TM)t that more comfortable? - she asked. -Yes, it is, thank you. - Lily picked up a cluster of grapes, and gestured towards him- -May I? - Edward didn -(TM)t catch her meaning at first. -I like to entertain my guests - she explained, -Make them feel as comfortable as possible. - It was an odd request, but Edward did not want to be a poor guest and refuse her- -Yes, by all means - Once again, Lily went on her knees, and slowly crawled the rest of the distance towards Edward. In his eye and in his mind, he saw her growing in size and in presence. He could not help but look over her thin yet remarkably sensual form, admiring her alluring curves- _She -(TM)s so lovely_ Although he was distracted and did not know it, Edward -(TM)s cock was becoming fully erect now, the pressure slowly building underneath his pants. -Lie back - she commanded him, pushing him over slightly with a single finger. Edward was powerless to resist, and his heart beat fast as he gently rolled to his back. He turned his head to watch Lily move, her long hair dangling over him as she leaned over and placed a grape in his mouth. -Better? - she said, smiling. Edward looked straight into her eyes, and nodded without breaking eye contact. He sniffed the air, but didn -(TM)t know why. -You -(TM)ve had a _long_, _hard_ day, Edward - she spoke slowly, -It -(TM)s time for you to _relax_, and just follow my voice -- - Edward -(TM)s mind slowed down, focusing only on Lily -(TM)s emerald-like eyes. -I want you to _feel_, to lose yourself in this moment - she said. Edward felt the strong pull of her eyes on his mind, a feeling that was somehow familiar. Edward felt Lily -(TM)s hand on his chest, lazily circling his pecs -_Feel_ my touch, let it inside your mind. - As soon as she said it, Edward felt more sensation from his chest, and he inhaled deeply. -Good, feel me _inside_ your mind, bringing you _deeper_ into your emotions. - Lily lifted the bottom of Edward -(TM)s tunic, and placed her soft hand on his taut stomach. Edward inhaled sharply, a strange look in his eyes. -Yesss, _feel_ me... _accept_ me. - Edward felt an urge in his mind to be with this woman, a strange hunger that was growing stronger by the second. Bringing her face closer, Lily -(TM)s curled hair washed over Edward -(TM)s vision; yet all he was focused on was her eyes -- -Explore that feeling, become lost in it - she spoke, untying the string of his waistband. It was then that Edward felt the longing in his loins, the need to release the holds on his manhood. The seconds ticked by, Lily -(TM)s hand slowly bringing Edward the freedom he needed. The longing was now evident in his eyes. Lily -(TM)s hand suddenly stopped, very close to bringing Edward -(TM)s full erection out- -Do you desire it? - she asked. -Yes - Edward admitted. The feeling of sexual anticipation had eclipsed any other thought in his mind. -Very well. - Pushing the waistband down with her hand, Lily grabbed Edward -(TM)s cock in her small hand, and brought it out in the open. Edward remained motionless, all physical sensation now coming from his cock. Lily smiled, a look of wickedness on her face. -If you want my _pleasure_, you will have to _submit_. - Edward felt trapped momentarily, and afraid. -Would you like that? - she asked cruelly, sliding her soft hand towards the tip of his penis. Any feeling of entrapment was lost, replaced with lust- -Yes - -Will you give yourself to me? - she asked, slowly bringing her hand back to the base of his penis. -Yes - -Then listen to me carefully, and know my words to be true- from now on, you will _hunger_... sexually. You will have the _urge_ to gratify yourself, and will be hopelessly addicted to this feeling of pleasure - she emphasized, stroking his cock. -This _feeling_ drives you, motivates you. You will lose yourself to your own sexual desire...and when you do succumb, as you always will do, you will think of _me_, and my power over you. You will be driven mad with lustful thoughts of my sexuality, and my domination of your mind -- - Edward -(TM)s eyes widened as Lily -(TM)s handjob quickened its pace. It felt as if her words were being etched into his brain. -Do you know these words to be true? - she intoned. The strength of her statement, the finality of her words, were more than Edward could handle -Yes - -Good. Now repeat my words in your mind - she commanded, closing his eyelids were a brush of her hand. _I will hunger sexually. I will have the urge to gratify myself, and will be hopelessly addicted to this feeling...ah...of pleasure. This feeling drives me, motivates me...I will lose myself to my sexual desire...and I will succumb to it, thinking of you, and your power over me. I will be driven mad with lustful thought of your sexuality, and your domination of my mind..._ Lily watched with amusement as Edward lips moved slightly in connection with the words of his mind -- _I will hunger sexually. I will have...ah...the urge...ah...to gratify myself --_ Lily continued to stroke his cock, counting the number of times he completed his mantra. Unconsciously, she stroked the side of his face with her other hand, revelling in the capture of her prey. When he had fulfilled the number of repetitions, Lily took her left hand off his face and placed on his right hand. -Time for you to accept your new life of servitude, my pitiful little slave - she softly spoke. Lightly grasping Edward -(TM)s right hand, she lifted it up and brought it to his waiting cock -Ssssss - Lily hissed, as she seamlessly transitioned the handjob to one of masturbation. Edward continued to pump away, his hand strongly clenching his cock, the motion soon reaching a feverish pace. Lily knew that he would not orgasm until his mind had completely fixated her words into his psyche. -Ssoon, my sslave - she gloated. When the time was right, Lily lightly opened Edward -(TM)s legs, and moved in between them. She watched his cock -(TM)s movements carefully, waiting for the right moment -- Sensing that Edward had breached the point of no return, she wrapped her thumb and index finger around Edward -(TM)s glans, and placed her succulent lips over his tip. Lily felt the hot juices spurt into her mouth, and she held on tight to prevent any of Edward -(TM)s cum from escaping. The thick, mucous-like fluid started to fill her mouth, it -(TM)s taste like pure honey. As the pulses lessened, Lily smacked Edward -(TM)s right hand away so she could manipulate him further. Grabbing his testicles with her other hand, she gently squeezed them, forcing all of his fluid into his still-erect member. Taking the base of his shaft in her hand, she then squeezed it and pulled her fingers toward her, oozing out every last drop of cum that was available. Licking his glans with immense satisfaction, Lily finally extricated herself, and just sat there, feeling the semen pool in her mouth. She felt dizzy from the taste of all that cum, and she knew his man juice would never taste as sweet as it did now. Lily closed her eyes, lost in her own pleasure. Slowly, gulp by gulp, Lily took Edward -(TM)s essence down her throat, feeling it tingle wherever it touched. _This is almost too much,_ Lily thought. She started to feel numb, and had to lie down to prevent herself from falling. _I haven -(TM)t felt this way...in decades --_