Gender: Male Age: 45 Location: N/A
THE NEW GODS 5: Alpha Eternal
CATCHING UP: Since learning he was a fledgling god, Rex Timon had explored many different avenues in attempts to define his sexual limits. He had learned that he greatly enjoyed sex with adolescent girls, especially Mandy and Amber—the two girls he ultimately took into his inner circle. Amber had sworn to serve the heir to the Olympians, so the pantheon declared her the Alpha follower of Rex, and gave her the title of his high priestess.
Rex also learned that even with no long-term consequences to either party, he did not want to make love to pre-pubescent girls. Nor did he wish to rape or use sexual humiliation as a punishment. He discovered in his encounter with a young dance teacher that he did have quite a taste for dominating women in kinky sex play and bondage.
MOVING ON: What was the meaning of the ominous conversation between Hermes, Hades and Zeus? For what purpose did the trio choose “the Alpha?”
Fantasy, mind control, male/teen females, virginity, young.
Rex slept well. He had greatly enjoyed his wild evening with Madame Oksana ne Olivia Walchak. He woke feeling refreshed; his thoughts were sorted, and he was looking forward to a playful romp with a pretty young girl or two. With that in mind, the fledgling god headed to the internet and did a search for local Catholic middle schools. He had greatly enjoyed taking the twenty-something dance teacher costumed in a school girl skirt and knee highs. He decided he would start his day off with real Catholic school girls in real uniforms. He was a fan of the classics, after all. The screen came up with a normal looking search result, but then went blank for an instant. When it popped back up a second later, there was only one name on it. “HOLY MOTHER MIDDLE SCHOOL” it read in huge red letters. Beneath it, there were ancient Greek letters signing the name Hermes.
Hermes usually steered Rex in the right direction. He was the god of travelers, after all. Rex accepted his assigned destination. The godling stepped inside his latest toy, a manner of travel he had decided fit his style even more than his motorcycle, and with a flashing light, a gust of wind and a whooshing sound, he blinked out of his drawing room and landed outside of an old red brick school building.
From the moment he stepped on campus, he was happy with Hermes’ suggestion. But not because he saw girls in traditional school girl outfits. It was Spirit Week at the school, and he had landed there on “Eighties Day.” For a man whose favorite dreams were of time travel, it was quite a treat. The girls walking around in their skinny jeans with leg warmers and big fuzzy sweaters were very appealing to him. He whisked away his jacket and bowtie, even though he was certain that bowties were cool. He dressed himself as Billy Idol. “Thanks, boss,” he said to the ether.
“Least I could do,” Hermes said, sounding more somber than usual. Rex hoped that Hermes and Calliope weren’t having troubles. They were usually so happy that it made him happy just to be around them. Rex decided he would ask about it later. He wasn’t really sure he could console a heartbroken god, but he’d try. A shudder ran through Rex as he thought of a heartbroken god. That would be a dangerous creature indeed. But for now, Hermes thought Rex should be at Holy Mother. So, Rex walked into the school.
He didn’t have to contend with a security guard at the door this time. This was a very low-crime neighborhood, and the office staff managed the door during the morning hours. A cheerful and fantastically well-built black-haired forty-ish woman dressed in black leather was checking visitors and greeting the happy students as they showed off their outfits. Rex flashed a smile and showed her the Psychic Paper which identified him as a substitute teacher.
“You even dressed for the occasion!” the woman cried, admiring his outfit. She was a little turned on by his look.
“And you dressed all sexy,” he said with a naughty grin.
“I always wanted to be Joan Jett,” she said with a laugh. Then, she took Rex by the hand and sang softly in his ear. “And I don’t give a damn about my bad reputation!” Rex liked her warm breath in his ear. If he hadn’t just spent a night with a grown woman, he might have whisked this naughty little minx away for an ‘80’s rock star reunion. But, he was now in the mood for something a little younger.
“Oh, you’ll get me in trouble on my first day!” Rex said with a wink and moved on into the school.
He scanned the hallway seeking playmates for the day. There were so many to choose from, Cyndi Lauper here, Madonna there. There was a very cute little trio dressed as Bananarama. Rex wondered why the kids had put so much effort into the costumes. Then, he saw a poster saying that the PTA had promised a $200 cash prize for best costume. One girl had managed to capture the sexy-sweet style of the Bangles’ Susanna Hoffs. Rex gave the pretty little brunette a long gaze, and nearly approached her. Soon, a Rick Springfield clone came and took the girl’s hand, and they walked happily off toward class. They seemed so in love that Rex gave her a pass. Then, he spotted his quarry.
Leaning against their lockers and gabbing away were two adorable girls in costumes that made Rex’s heart skip. “GIMME A BEAT!” he shouted loudly. Everyone stopped and turned toward him. “Sorry, I got carried away,” he said. “Forget I said anything.” The kids went back about their business exactly as if he’d never said anything. The ability to take back the stupid impulse was one of the nicest little things about being a god. Rex crossed to the two girls that had drawn his attention. He decided rather than direct mind control, he was going to try using a different tactic. He gave himself a “super sexy” aura. He wouldn’t tell the girls what to do. He would just make them incredibly attracted to him, and see what they did from there.
He approached the girl that had prompted his earlier unfortunate shout. She was dressed as Janet Jackson, “Rhythm Nation” video style. The all black militaristic uniform with the ridiculously sexy cap had Rex extremely fired up already. “That is an awesome costume,” he said to the girl.
Her big brown eyes were warm and playful, but she was also obviously a little taken aback by the sudden and inexplicably strong attraction she felt toward this strange grown man. “Thanks,” she said with a smile that made Rex feel almost like a giddy schoolboy. “I like your costume, too. I love David Bowie.”
“’Nique!” the girl next to her said, giving a little roll of her eyes. “He’s Billy Idol.” Rex smiled at the tiny short-haired blonde in blue bib overalls. She returned the smile. The blue bands on her braces matched her outfit.
“Oh,” the pretty black girl winced. “Sorry. Whoever you are, it looks really hot on you.”
“Hey, I’m just impressed by the work you put into that costume. ‘Rhythm Nation’ came out in 1989, way before you were born. Awesome work. And you, my little blonde darling. Your video came out the year I was born. I never even saw it until VH1 Classics came out. You two just look supremely sexy!”
The two girls giggled and clung onto each other for support. “Mister, are you flirting with us?” the little blonde asked.
“No, darling. I’m hitting on you.”
That was a bit more a direct answer than they had expected.
“Look,” Monique said, “I know I called you hot before, and you are… but we’re good girls. I’m sorry. We, um, don’t hook up with strangers.”
“Even if they are really, really sexy,” the little blonde added. Her hand flew to her mouth as she realized that she had just said that part out loud.
“Katie!” her friend scolded, but betrayed her lack of horror with a little giggle.
Rex decided to slightly bend his rule about not using mind control on the girls. Of course, nice fourteen-year-old girls weren’t going to run off with a stranger. There were concerns of getting into trouble—and safety issues. He decided to give them a little information and make sure that they believed it. “I guarantee you that you will not get in any trouble at school or at home. And you are perfectly safe with me. I’m naughty but nice.”
He gave it a moment to sink in. Monique was the first to speak. “What did you have in mind?”
“’Nique!” Katie squealed.
“A little walk to a very private and fantastically fun place, and later some playtime where we just let our bodies take the lead.”
The two girls looked to each other in the way that fourteen-year-old girls do. Rex could tell they weren’t very experienced, but they were definitely tempted. Monique gave Katie the “Let’s do it!” look. Katie returned it with the “Are you kidding?” look. Monique countered with the sidelong “Just look at him!” look. Katie stuck to her guns with the “This is just TOO crazy!” look. Rex held out his hand. Monique took it and gave Katie the “Fine! I’m going to have a good time without you then!” look. She began to walk away with Rex.
The god turned around with one last hopeful call to Monique’s timid friend. “Come on, Eileen!” he said and held out his free hand. Katie, perhaps a little extra charmed by the reference to her costume, glanced toward the heavens with her “I cannot believe I’m doing this!” look and raced to catch up to them and take Rex’s hand. Rex smiled warmly, and Katie returned the smile. She was in.
At this point, Rex encountered a bit of a problem. He had been broadcasting his Sexy Rexy vibe in the crowded hallway of a middle school, and lots of other girls had been taking notice. Many were nowhere near as hesitant as Katie to throw in with a man who made their heart go all aflutter on sight. And, they were feeding off one another. All large groups of adolescent girls are a rampaging hormonal mob waiting to happen. He was seconds away from a situation that could rival a Justin Bieber shopping mall appearance. “Girls,” he said to his two companions, “whatever happens next is perfectly normal. Go with it.” They disappeared from the school hallway and reappeared in front of Rex’s “ride” to school. Rex told them to just hold tight for a minute. He popped back into the school hallway and calmed the frenzied girls who had just seen the man of their fantasies disappear with two of their schoolmates. They soon forgot that he had ever been there.
Rex popped back out to the front door. He had two purposes for stopping there. First, he told the sexy Joan Jett from the office that Katie and Monique were excused for the day due to an orthodontist and an optometrist appointment respectively. Then, he got her contact info for later. He made sure no one else could notice him feeling up her ass through her tight leather pants. Then, he appeared next to his two young lovelies.
Katie was inspecting the big blue police call box. “If this thing is bigger on the inside, we’re going to start jumping and squealing like little girls,” she said.
“You are little girls,” Rex answered with a chuckle.
“Then it should come pretty natural,” Monique shot back playfully. When Rex opened the door, the two girls ran up the ramp and jumped around squealed as they checked out the T.A.R.D.I.S. control panels. “We’re Companions, Katie!”
“Best day of school EVER!” they cried with a slightly frightening synchronicity. Hermes had outdone himself in Rex’s eyes. This was a most generous gift. He was in the presence of two coltish young beauties, eerily reminiscent of Eighties icons whom Rex would have loved to travel back in time to meet, and they were both huge DOCTOR WHO geeks.
“Where are we going to go?” Katie asked excitedly.
“Raxacoricophallapitorius?” Monique asked jokingly, and then gave Rex a look that suggested that she was suddenly a little frightened that he just might take them there.
“No,” Rex answered with a straight face. “I’d just as soon not run into any members of the Family Slitheen when I have guests aboard.”
“Can we meet Shakespeare?” Katie asked, starting to think maybe this was a day when all wishes came true.
“Let’s kill Hitler!” Monique said, quoting a Sixth Series line.
“Girls,” Rex said, shaking his head. “I’m not a Time Lord, can’t travel in time at all.” They looked slightly dejected. “I could take you for a ride to any PLACE you wanted to go, but not any time other than today.”
“The planet or the god?”
“Outer space,” Katie said with wonder in her voice. “Anywhere in outer space would be freaking awesome!” Monique took Katie’s hand, and they nodded in unison, pleading with their eyes.
“Tranquility Base?” he asked.
“YES!” they squealed and jumped around some more.
Rex flipped a few levers and pulled back the pinball plunger; they were off on a tipsy-turvy ride through the—well not through the Time Vortex—unfortunately. But, in a moment, they had landed just outside the 75-meter courtesy zone NASA had requested around the Apollo 11 landing site. Rex raced to the door with the two girls in tow. He threw the portal open wide to give them a view of the Descent Stage of Eagle sitting on the lunar surface.
What they got instead was a view of an angry god dressed in an outfit worthy of Whitesnake. “DUDE!” he roared. The girls fell on their faces in terror. “Oh shit, Rex, is that you?”
“My lord,” Rex said. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“Well, I guess you didn’t know, godling. It’s cool. But from now on, just know that this is my place for um—“ the god stepped aside and Rex saw a half-dozen giggling young females of various alien races standing some distance behind him.
“Oh, that’s right. You guys have been doing some work off-world. Wow, my lord, that blue one is gorgeous, but she’s got to be nine feet tall.”
“Yeah, my buddy Jim likes the blue ones, too. It is a nice color, I’ll give you that. Look, Rex, I can see what you have in mind here, but one of the things everyone on Olympus knows is that Tranquility Base is for official Apollo business only.”
“I am really, sorry, Lord Apollo. It will not happen again. Um, the rest of the bodies in the solar system are named after gods and heroes. Is there anywhere the girls and I can—um—park?”
“Oh, hell, yeah. Saturn is wide open. Park yourself in orbit and leave the door open and the girls can get a really nice view of the rings. They’ll cream for ya.” Apollo gave a long hard glance at the girls cowering before him. “Rex, I gotta ask,” the god’s gaze was suddenly terrifying, even for Rex. “We told you no time travel. Now you seem to have built yourself a time machine and you have Janet Jackson and Eileen with you….”
“What? Oh, no. This can only travel in space. It’s Eighties Day at the girls’ school.”
“Well, that is a load off my mind,” the god said, relaxing back into his rock star persona. “We don’t want to have to get all Prometheus on your ass.”
“No one wants that, my lord.”
“Good. Like I said. Saturn is a good spot for you.” Apollo waved his hand and brought the girls to their feet. “Little ones,” he said kindly. “You can look now. I’ve muted my glory.” Katie and Monique gazed upon the god and almost melted into a puddle of goo when he smiled at them. “Rex,” the god said with a wink, “I think they’re going to be pretty open for whatever you have in mind. Chicks tend to warm up when I’m around. They’ll need some way to release that energy. Not that they weren’t going to go that way for you anyway based on the thoughts I’m getting from them. But now… I wouldn’t wait too long. Unsatisfied desire on this scale can drive mortals mad.”
Apollo waved his hand and the trio found themselves staring out the still open door and seeing the rings of Saturn. Rex sensed a girl on each side of him, and felt a little hand slide into each of his back pockets. Rex turned to Monique and kissed her, removing her sexy black hat and letting her long black hair tumble loose. He turned to Katie and kissed her, running his tongue along the front of her braces. When a man was into adolescent girls, it was almost a certainty that he would have a braces fetish. Rex adored the pretty colored bands girls now wore on their braces. Once a source of embarrassment, braces had become a colorful symbol of blossoming sexuality. “Sometimes,” Rex thought, “the world finally wakes up and gets things right.”
Both girls wasted no time. They had been stimulated beyond the point of reason by Rex and then Apollo. They both began tugging at his belt, almost desperate in their attempts to get to his rapidly rising member. “Oh my god,” Katie said with a squeal. “I’m about to fuck Billy Idol!”
“You know,” Rex said with a little chuckle. “I think that’s probably been said by more girls than we could count!” He was about to continue with his supposedly clever remarks, but the belt was stuck, and the girls were tugging on it very hard. He decided that the sexy period clothing had done its job. He wished them all naked, and covered the floor beneath their feet with a giant mattress. The force field that kept the air in the T.A.R.D.I.S. would keep them from tumbling out the open door and into space if they got a little too wild.
The girls, seeing his naked body for the first time, were frenzied in their attack. He scanned their minds as they tackled him to the floor. Neither of them had ever had sex before; neither of them had ever even seen a teenage boy’s or grown man’s penis before. Katie had groped one through a boy’s trousers once, but his parents came in before they got any further, and the kids broke up before they ever got that close again. Two small hands grabbed the first cock their owners had ever seen, and frantically pulled at it. Two mouths began to kiss his neck, chest and face. Both girls had French kissed before, and they weren’t bad at it. What they lacked in technique they more than made up for in eagerness.
Only Mandy had ever gone at Rex this hard before, but she was so certain—so damned talented at all things sexual. These girls were clumsy, but with that came a sense of wonder. After the initial rush to get their hands and mouths on him in any fashion, a stronger force asserted itself. These girls were best friends, and had a sense of synchronicity that made them almost frightening at times. Frantic tugs on his cock became controlled alternations. Kissing mouths began to take turns on his chest or at his lips. There were no words between the girls. They were simply on the same wavelength. And Rex could sense that they were both after the same thing. They wanted to see him shoot his cum. They had never seen that happen before.
Rex relaxed as the girls continued working on him. He fell into the same rhythm they had found, and he turned from Monique’s kisses right into Katie’s at the same time the girls moved to switch. His cock was so warm from the constant dry friction that it felt like the girls were going to start a fire, but it still felt so raw and passionate that Rex didn’t change a damned thing about it. He stayed right where he was as the two brought him to a climax.
Rex’s jets of semen flew upward across his chest, and several struck Monique on the cheek and hair. Both girls stared in awe at the thing they had done. Monique tentatively brought her hand to her cheek and brought a bit of the fluid she found around in front of her eyes so that she could see it up close. As she inspected it, Katie reached over and took a bit off of her friend’s cheek and began to look at it as well. In their damnably sexy way, they simultaneously slipped a finger into their mouths and tasted it. Rex was amazed by what he was watching. The girls made eye contact and smiled. Monique found a little more on her cheek; Katie took a little bit from her friend’s hair. Rex took a deep breath and hoped he was reading the looks in their eyes correctly. To his eternal joy, they each offered the other their finger, and the girls sucked Rex’s seed from their best friend’s finger.
“Girls, maybe you should clean me up down there,” he said softly. Monique looked around for a cloth, but then she made eye contact with Katie. Katie had taken his meaning right away. Katie leaned her head down toward Rex’s cock, and Monique followed her in. Soon, the two girls were licking him clean, and they kept licking his returning erection even though there wasn’t much cum left down near it. Most of it had fired further up his body. Monique finally moved up and cleaned his chest with her tongue. When she returned to help Katie, their tongues accidentally touched.
Rex didn’t need to be a god to feel the electricity of the moment. Nor was it wasted on the two girls. Monique grabbed her friend by both sides of her face and kissed her on the mouth. Katie eagerly accepted her friend’s advance. The taboo broken, it was like a dam burst. Katie pulled Monique down on top of her, and Monique straddled her smaller friend, pushing her tongue deep into her mouth. Then, remembering what she had seen Rex do, she licked Katie’s braces.
“I love you, Kates,” Monique whispered.
“Oh, ‘Nique, you are the most beautiful girl in the world.” They kissed passionately for a bit, grinding their hungry pussies against one another. “Sweetie, let’s fuck the hell outta Billy Idol together.”
“I need that, too,” Monique said. “I want to play with you some more, but let’s lose our virginity together, okay?” Katie squeezed her friend’s hand and nodded.
They crawled toward Rex like a pair of lionesses hunting a gazelle. He was game. Just when it seemed they were about to pounce, they stopped. Their synchronicity was interrupted by a simple mathematical reality. “Um—there’s only one cock, ‘Nique.”
“You go first. It’s okay.”
“No, I would have never come on this trip without you going for it first. You deserve it.” That seemed to satisfy them both.
“Katie, come here,” Rex said. “Straddle my face and lower your sweet little pussy on it while Monique does the same thing on my cock.” The two girls straddled Rex. They each took a deep breath and settled down onto him. Katie squealed with delight as Rex’s tongue found its way to her clit. Monique squeaked a little in pain. She had dropped all her weight down at once and broken her hymen.
“Baby? You okay?” Katie asked, genuinely concerned for her friend. She lifted off Rex slightly and turned.
“Oh, I’m good, Kates,” she said, catching her breath. “It stings like a bitch for a second, but it’s good now. It’s kind of wonderful. Say… you sounded happy.”
“Oh, my fucking god! It’s like lightning in your pussy when he gets on your clit. Mister, you are something!” Katie lowered herself down, and Rex resumed tasting one of the finest little pussies he had ever known. Katie was a squealer, and she made plenty of high-pitched noise. Monique had begun to slide up and down on Rex’s cock, and she made low moaning noises as she did so. Rex loved the wonderful combination of sounds he was hearing, and just let the girls set the pace. What had begun as a wild frenzy of lust transformed into exploration and pleasure-seeking. Rex loved it just as much.
He tapped into Katie’s mind. She was completely wrapped up in the sensations of his mouth on her virgin pussy. Monique’s mind was filled with wonder at the way it felt to take something so big inside of her most intimate space, and busy with the exploration of finding out what drew the most pleasure from Rex. She had decided that she was going to do a good job for him. She wanted to know how to please a lover, and she was listening to his soft moans and staying aware of anything that prompted him to move. But Monique’s busy mind was distracted by one more thing. Katie’s little heart-shaped ass was wriggling in front of her.
When Katie leaned forward and put her hands on the floor above Rex’s head, an impulse got the best of Monique. She snuck a slender finger up to the little rosebud of her best friend’s ass. Katie looked down at Rex in surprise. Rex smiled and shook his head. He showed her that it wasn’t his hands there. “Go ahead, ‘Nique,” Katie whispered. Monique slipped the finger into the tiny opening. “I didn’t know if I’d like that,” she said softly. “I do.” They continued, then. Monique slowly riding the wonderful thing that was filling her so completely as she gently fingered her friend’s ass; Rex tasting her sweet juices and occasionally sucking on her clit. “Gonna cum!” Katie squealed. “Gonna cum hard!” Rex had no way of describing the sound that came out of the squealing fourteen-year-old girl save that it was a sound that could only come out of an adolescent girl. They achieve frequencies not otherwise known in nature. Rex had always suspected that there was hidden communication beneath the sound and that only other adolescent girls could understand it.
Monique seemed to understand it, for as Katie’s juices washed down over Rex’s face, Monique began to moan louder than ever and dug the nails of both hands deep into the flesh of her best friend’s ass, leaving little red marks. Katie’s orgasm had been wild and almost comical. Monique’s was something else. It was a deep and moving experience for her. Some hitherto unknown place in her soul had been touched by the experience, and the passion that came out of her reached levels almost as moving to Rex as the emotions that came out of Mandy.
Katie squealed and came again as Rex touched both their minds. The thing that was happening to Monique was cycling through Rex and into Katie. The tiny blonde grabbed Rex’s hair and ground her little cunt savagely into the god’s face. Rex realized that the link allowed them to amplify each other’s emotions. And they amplified his. He let loose with a flood deep into Monique’s tight little pussy. Monique moaned again as she took every bit of it, and then she slid off of him sideways, exhausted and emotionally fulfilled in ways she had never imagined.
Rex was feeling an urge to assert himself physically. With Monique off of him, he grabbed Katie’s tiny ass cheeks and rolled her to her back. Katie’s legs locked around Rex’s head and tried to hold him down on her hungry little snatch. But Rex had tasted her enough—for the moment at least. He wanted to drive. Rex pulled her legs apart and rose to his knees, looking lustily down upon the tiny blonde’s body. She saw the wolfish desire in him. It frightened her a little, but it thrilled her far more. “Do it that way, then,” she whispered. “Don’t baby me. I trust you.”
Rex stood, grabbing little Katie by the hips and bringing her sweet sex up with him. Monique scrambled to her side and took her hand; she looked into her friend’s eyes and then looked to Rex. “She means it. Fuck her hard!”
Rex probably didn’t need the extra urging. He pushed firmly, but not savagely, into the tiny adolescent’s pussy. Katie arched her back and cried out in pain. The only part of her body that was touching the floor was the crown of her head. “OWIE! It’s fucking huge!” she squealed and started to cry. Rex relaxed his grip and thought he should pull out. He touched her mind. “I’m getting off on the pain!” the girl thought. “I’m kind of a freak.” Rex then did what he had wanted to do in the first place. He began to fuck the hell out of this sweet little beauty.
Katie cried and screamed the whole time, but Rex knew now that it was her nature. One of his lustiest college girlfriends had wept softly every time she had an orgasm, but she always wanted more than one. Girls are just wired differently, even girls that seem almost identical on the surface. Monique had found sex to be a deeply moving experience. For Katie, it was a wild kinky thrill that was all the better for being a little painful. All this fed into Rex and Monique through their shared link. It fed Rex to keep pounding away into the tight and dripping wet little box that squeezed his shaft, and it prompted Monique to reach over and began pinching her best friend’s little puffy nipples. The harder she pinched, the rougher she got, the more Katie’s pleasure coursed through her partners.
“You’re a kinky little bitch, Katie!” Monique exclaimed in sheer delight.
“OW! OW! FUCK ME!” Katie cried.
“You want that big cock in your tiny little cunt?” Monique teased.
“GOD YES!” Katie began to thrash her arms about and emit her high-pitched squeal.
It was then, that Monique noticed the blood on Katie’s loins and Rex’s cock. “It won’t really hurt her, will it?” Monique asked Rex. Rex couldn’t really form words at the moment, but shook his head. Monique looked down and saw little drops of blood on the inside of her own legs as well, and she had loved every second of her experience. She accepted it as natural. “Should I keep talking dirty to her?” Rex nodded. “He’s pounding your cunt, Katie!” Katie’s squeals increased in volume. “You’re his little whore, now!” Katie began to buck and thrash and tried to reach up to her own pussy. She couldn’t reach it. “Do that to me, baby,” Monique said, spreading her legs and guiding Katie’s fingers into her own slick channel.
Rex watched in wonder as Katie began roughly finger-fucking her friend’s tight snatch. Monique was startled at first. Katie was the most gentle of all her friends. But then, Monique began to press her hips forward to let Katie get her two fingers deeper inside of her. Rex kept Katie in place with one arm and began rubbing her clit with a thumb. Katie thrilled to it. She continued to weep, but she smiled at the same time. Katie then brought her own thumb up to Monique’s clit. “Oh, fuck!” Monique cried. “Now, I’m YOUR whore, Katie!” Somehow, with Monique’s depth of emotion, and the two friend’s love for one another, the statement was more beautiful than it was kinky. Rex froze them for a few seconds and let the image sear into his mind. This would be a treasured moment for him.
Then, Rex resumed his efforts on Katie’s tight little cunt. The stimulation on her clit had been just what she needed to reach the heights of her ecstasy. She came impossibly hard. Her stomach muscles clinched so hard that she brought her whole upper body up off of the ground, and then she slammed back down to her back. She arched her back so that again the top of her head was the only part of her on the ground. Rex released at this point, filling her sweet little sex with his cum. Katie again lifted her whole body off of the floor, gave a remarkably loud squealing declaration of ecstasy and then collapsed back down onto the mattress, smiling, but delirious.
Monique looked up at Rex. “She’s fine. I promise,” he said in a voice still heavy with lust.
“I want to,” she answered seeing the look in his eyes, “but I’m so tired.” Rex waved his hand, and Monique felt the strength return to her body. She smiled broadly. “Do me rough, too,” she said. “But if you can keep bringing me back like this, can we have a sweet one later? All three of us?” Rex nodded. Monique grinned and started to crawl away, pretending to be afraid of the big bad man closing in on her. She really shouldn’t have presented her virgin ass to Rex like that, not when he was in his present mood. He caught her from behind, snaked an arm around her waist and slowly pressed a finger into her inviting bottom. Rex made sure that the finger was lubricated; he simply made lubricant appear wherever he wanted it now; but it was still an amazingly tight fit. Monique groaned deeply.
“You did it to Katie,” Rex said.
“You’ve got bigger fingers!”
“We’re going with something bigger than anybody’s finger,” he said, continuing to lubricate and loosen her.
Monique stiffened, and then relaxed. “I want that. From you, on this crazy day, I want that.”
“I know,” Rex said, wishing his cock to be coated in lubricant. He pushed it to her backside.
“Take it,” she whispered. Rex pushed himself slowly into Monique’s ass. “OW!” “Holy shit!” “OW!” “And WOW!” Monique fell silent then, except for little moans and groans. Rex walked in her mind and found a unique pattern of thought. Monique had always imagined that she would learn to become a great lover. But it wasn’t a vain approach to things. She guessed she was pretty. People told her that she was very beautiful, but she didn’t really see it. She believed that she was going to become a great lover… because she was going to work damned hard at it.
She knew that her mother constantly read books and articles about sexual techniques. Monique finally approached her about it. Her mother, in her typical frank manner, told her that Monique’s dad was a good and sweet man, and deserved to have a wife who made him happy in every way she could, because he did the same for her. She had said that there would come a day when Monique would have a loving husband, and she should do the same for him. Rex now saw that while Monique was not seeking out sex with just anyone, she would try to get the most out of any encounter she ever had. She wasn’t just paying attention to technique, though. She was focusing on passion and emotion, and in Rex she had found a gold mine, a lover who could actually allow you to experience his emotions.
Rex then let Monique feel what he was feeling. He let her experience the sense of power a man felt when he took a good girl up the ass. It wasn’t that important to him that the incredibly tight ass he was fucking belonged to a girl he had deflowered himself—although that was a bonus. What was important to him was that she hadn’t, and wouldn’t, throw this ass around to just anyone. She was a good girl, an angel. But he made her into his slutty angel; that meant he had a special hold on her. And that gave him a rush. And he let Monique feel the sheer physical thrill of the way a girl’s tightest channel gripped and pulled at a cock that was too big for it, but fit in anyway. Finally, he let her feel what it was like to hear her ecstatic moans and know that his perverse act thrilled her as well.
This flood of information and sensation invigorated Monique. She moaned in ecstasy. Then, clinging to her belief that she had to use what she was learning to become a better lover, she put the information to work. “Oh, you make me do bad things! I’m your slutty angel, but only for you!” Monique looked to where Katie was beginning to stir. “And maybe for her.”
“I understand, Monique. She’s special to you, too. I adore both of you.”
“Then, fuck my ass hard! It’s for you!” Rex poured into her with a fury, then. Monique took every stroke deep up inside of her with a grunt and a lusty moan. She loved pleasing her lover, and she was coming to love the feeling of the godhood buried deep in her ass. Then, Katie was beneath her, reaching up and fingering her, thumbing her friend’s clit while gently touching her own. “OOOOOH! OOOOOH!” Monique cried. “I’m yours! Both of yours!”
Rex had not set out to find more girls to add to his inner circle, but he was becoming convinced that these two were something special. He wasn’t in love with them, not like he was with Mandy and Amber. But he found them to be completely adorable, and he enjoyed their company immensely. When he walked in their minds he found human flaws, but none so terrible they would dissuade him from taking these two on as trusted friends. He also now knew that they were wonderful lovers.
In the moment all this was revealed to him, he got a bit carried away. He unleashed a wave of pleasure into the two of them, a very powerful wave. The feedback alone was so intense that it sent Rex over, emptying himself into Monique’s bottom with a lusty roar. The wave surged through the girls’ young bodies and sent them each into a chain of orgasms. For nearly a minute, the two eighth grade girls rolled about on the floor and thrashed in ecstasy, losing consciousness but continuing to buck and wail as they climaxed more times than the human body was meant to do.
Rex decided that to snap them out of it quickly would be a shock to their system, so he brought them down slowly. In a few moments, they were experiencing mild climaxes that seemed to relax their bodies more than they taxed them. Finally, the girls quieted and fell into a peaceful slumber. “Sorry, my lambs,” Rex said softly. “I guess there really is too much of a good thing.” He wrapped the two sleeping beauties into each other’s arms. He could think of no nicer place to wake up than in the arms of the beautiful best friend who had just become your lover.
He strode to the door and gazed at the wondrous gas giant below him. Saturn was a remarkable planet, and the rings one of the great beauties in all the universe. But beyond that, he felt a special bond with the world that spun beneath him. Saturn, named for the Roman version of Cronus, Titan Father of the Olympians, the Father of Time itself, called out to Rex. He could not understand why, but he felt as if he belonged here more than any place he had ever been. He felt stronger here. Perhaps that was why his attempt to give pleasure to the girls had gone a little too far.
The girls woke after several minutes. He recharged their bodies, and kept his promise to Monique that the three of them would make sweet and tender love together. Rex did no more tricks with them, and let nature take its course. When they finished, the girls glistened with sweat, and the entire universe seemed to smell of sex. The girls snuggled in next to him. Monique gave him luscious kisses, and Rex spent a long, gentle time exploring Katie’s braces with his tongue. Finally, they just held one another, listening to lungs finding their natural rhythm and hearts slowing to a relaxed pace.
“Alright, ladies. If I recharge you anymore right now, you’re going to start to get a little weird. How about a nap?”
“I don’t think I could sleep,” Katie said. “I’m kind of afraid to fall asleep. This has been the best day of my life. I don’t want to miss a second of it.”
“Me neither,” Monique said. “Can we tour the ship?”
“To tell you the truth. I haven’t toured all of it myself yet. I know there’s quite a wardrobe. I’d love to maybe see you little beauties model some outfits for me—and for each other.”
The girls giggled and then kissed. Monique’s hands began to wander over her friend’s body. “Not now, luv. I’m knackered,” Katie said in a spot-on East End accent. Apparently the Whovian atmosphere was really beginning to get to the girls.
“But you ain’t ‘alf sexy,” Monique replied in a not very good attempt at the same accent. She grimaced, but plowed on. “Right then, off we go. Touring the facilities with my lovely friends,” she said, affecting more of a Knightsbridge accent. This one, she had.
“Oh,” Rex said, “looks you’re going to have to be Posh Spice. Have to admit I had more of a thing for Mel C, though.” The girls looked at him like he was speaking of obscure Byzantine courtiers. “Sporty Spice? I’ll explain later,” he said with a sigh. Then he brightened. “Actually that could be fun. Zig-a-zag-ah! Wait until we hit the wardrobe, though.”
“Well, I know there’s also supposed to be a swimming pool and a library,” Monique said, returning to her Midwestern accent. “And you’d have to imagine there are bedrooms. But right now, I could do with finding the kitchen.”
“Me, too,” Katie added. “We usually skip breakfast.”
“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, girls.”
They both giggled. “He’s so old!” they cried at the same time. “Oh, but on you, that’s sexy,” Katie said, stroking Rex’s arm. “Damned sexy.”
“Fair enough,” he said. “Right then, kitchen it is. Might take me a while. Things move around in here some days.” They found the kitchen about half an hour later, and they sat down to a meal the girls chose: French toast, bacon and tacos with a dessert of fish fingers and custard. Rex was glad that human food never gave him indigestion anymore. This meal would have put him in gastric distress for three days.
Just as they finished, Rex heard a call in his mind. “Rex, I need to see you!”
Rex responded immediately. He waved his hand, and Mandy appeared before them. “Girls, meet Ginger Spice,” he said by way of introduction. Mandy didn’t look in a playful mood. “Sorry,” he said. “Katie, Monique, this is Mandy.”
“You are gorgeous!” Monique said, not just being polite.
“No kidding,” Katie agreed.
“Thanks, you too,” Mandy said, not really looking at the two naked girls having lunch with Rex.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Rex asked, moving to put his arm around her.
Mandy burst into tears, but managed to speak clearly enough for Rex to understand her. “Amber! I can’t find Amber! I’ve been reaching for her for the past hour. She’s not anywhere!”
Rex searched for his beloved Alpha Priestess. As far as he knew there was only one place in all the universe where he could not reach to touch a mind. “I have to go,” he said, kissing Mandy on top of the head. “Girls, something seems to be wrong. Take care of her, okay?” Katie and Monique rushed to Mandy as if she had been their friend forever. Terror in his heart, Rex traveled across half a solar system and then out of the mortal realms altogether. He appeared on the banks of the River Acheron.
On the far side of the river, a tall hooded figure stood in a boat. Beyond him, a giant three-headed dog snarled menacingly. “I am sorry, godling, the way is barred. You must see my lord before you can cross. He is visiting his brother on Olympus. All are gathered there at this hour.” Rex was about to argue with Charon, but realized it was pointless. He traveled to Olympus.
“You come unbidden, godling,” Zeus said softly as Rex appeared in the great hall wherein he had first met the assembled pantheon. The gods and goddesses lined the steps before the throne. “But it is forgiven. This is an hour of great import for us all. You would have been summoned.”
“Where the fuck is she?” Rex roared, stunned by the power of his own voice. Ares began to move toward him. Zeus waved him off.
“My realm,” Hades said with chilling succinctness.
“We are sorry for your loss, Rex Timon,” Athena said calmly. “We truly are. But a sacrifice was needed.”
“You murdered her?” Rex started to take a step forward, but the pain of loss was too great. It took his legs from beneath him, and he crashed to the floor, weeping.
“It was necessary, my friend,” Hermes said. “Ascension to full godhood requires a sacrifice. And it has to be the sacrifice of one loyal to the fledgling god.”
“You ate with her! You flirted with her!” Rex cried looking at the friend and mentor he now hated more than he had ever hated anyone. “And all the time you knew!”
“We are all sorry for your loss,” Hermes replied. “And I am most sorry of all, for the very reasons you have just given.”
“I don’t need to ascend! Bring her back.”
“No,” Hades said flatly.
“Please, my lord. It’s my fault. I suggested she become my servant so that I could seduce her. Don’t take her life for me! Take mine instead!” Rex could swear that several of the Olympians smiled at that. “Don’t mock me!” he bellowed, rising to his feet.
“We do not,” Zeus said soothingly. “We are moved by your nobility.” The king of the gods rose. “But you fail to understand the greater implications. With your full godhood, you can begin to serve all of humanity. One girl’s life—no matter how dear she is to us, and believe it or not, all here love her—is a small price to pay for what you will now be able to offer your world.”
“Fuck that! Amber is not a pawn in some cosmic chess game! Bring her back!”
“Her presence enriches my kingdom,” Hades said, seeming to think that would offer some consolation.
“Fuck your kingdom!”
“I can stand no more of this insolence!” Ares bellowed and rushed toward Rex. The war god’s attack was the spark needed to set off the powder keg that was Rex Timon.
He would not clearly remember everything that followed, but there were moments. He remembered meeting Ares head-on. He remembered the feeling of taking the Olympian by the back of his neck, banging his head on the table and then stomping on him after he slumped to the floor. Kicking the living fuck out of the god of war was definitely something Rex seemed to recall. Then, it was more of a blur. The searing pain of Poseidon’s trident in his side, and the look of horror on the sea god’s face when it came flying back at him with Rex’s blood still dripping from it. The blunt force of Hephaestus’ hammer, the sting of Artemis’ arrows. And Rex remembered the sensation of flying bodies as his rage fueled him to pummel his way through the Olympians toward Zeus. He remembered the sickening cracking sound as he punched the friend and mentor who tried to gently restrain him and calm him.
Then, there was the thunderbolt. Rex still didn’t know what the hell one of those was, but he learned that when they hit you, every neuron, every nerve, every cell of your body aches mercilessly. And he learned that when you are so enraged and thirsty for Olympian blood that you rise back to your feet and continue to struggle toward the dais, even Zeus looks afraid. Then, he was overwhelmed. Powerful hands grabbed him from every angle. They were flying above him. They came up at him from under the floor. The hammer fell again and again, and there was a second thunderbolt, and then there was blackness.
“That was a hell of a thing,” Poseidon groaned, lying on his stomach as Athena removed one of Artemis’ arrows, jammed by an enraged Rex Timon into the sea god’s rump.
“I told you he was a time bomb, my lord,” Hera said, looking at the injured gods and goddesses strewn around the unconscious figure now wrapped in Hephaestus’ strongest chains.
“‘Time bomb’ indeed, my love. And the best way to handle something that is destined to explode at some point is to set it off someplace where it will do the least damage.”
“The LEAST damage, my lord?” Artemis asked as she helped Ares to a chaise at the edge of the room.
“Yes,” Zeus said thoughtfully. “I shudder to think what might have happened had we not all been assembled to contain him.”
“And now, we have to get him back on our side?” Apollo asked.
“If he passes the final tests, yes,” the king answered, moving to help his messenger. “Will you be ready, Lord Hermes?”
“He broge my fugging node,” Hermes wailed. Zeus took the god’s nose between his hands and straightened it with a hideous cracking sound. “Danks… I be rebby soon.”
“Brother,” the king said. “Go see to the child. She is to be afforded every comfort.”
“In my realm,” Hades sniffed, “each is measured by the worth of their heart and soul.”
“Where is she, then?” Zeus asked, treading delicately with his prickly brother.
“Elysium. Blessed Isles. Persephone’s with her.” Those assembled nodded, or at least grunted and groaned their approval. “Whole damned thing’s fucked up if you ask me,” Hades grumbled and returned to his realm.
“What do we do with him in the meantime?” Hephaestus asked.
“I’ve got a place we can keep him,” Ares said, massaging his ribs.
“Vengeance is not yours to take, war god,” Athena cautioned.
“Vengeance?” Ares asked. “He kicked my ass in a fair fight. I’ve got nothing but respect for the boy. But there isn’t anything on Earth big enough to chain him to. I have a place near my home.”
“Justly spoken,” Athena said, smiling. “I apologize.”
“It’s been a rough fucking day,” Apollo said kindly. “For everybody. But for Rex and his most of all.”
“Apobbo, da two gurds wif ‘im?”
“I know just where they are, Lord Hermes. I’ll see to the redhead as well.”
“Tell her everything, Apollo,” Zeus said. “We’ll make it so that Rex can’t reach her for the time being. She deserves to know what is going on.”
“You’re the boss, my liege,” Apollo said and vanished.
“Lord Ares… Lord Hephaestus and Lady Artemis will accompany you to secure Rex before he rouses,” the king said. The trio vanished, taking Rex with them. “Did you see him take that thunderbolt, love?” he asked Hera.
“Yes, my husband.”
“Not just anybody can do that,” he said with a bit of pride. “Runs in the family.” Hera rolled her eyes, but Poseidon chuckled warmly.
Apollo appeared in the T.A.R.D.I.S. “Oh, hey, ladies!” he cried. Katie and Monique began to quiver like a pair of fourteen-year-old girls getting asked backstage to meet One Direction. Mandy took a step back, but then looked at Apollo in hopes for nothing but news of her loved ones. “Holy shit!” Apollo cried. “You’re one of those girls. About one in ten thousand girls doesn’t dig me on sight. I used to not take that very well.”
“Are you Apollo?”
“Yep. You Mandy?”
“Yes, your godship, or whatever I’m supposed to say.”
“You saved me a trip. I had to make sure these girls were alright, and then I was coming to talk to you.”
“Where’s Amber? Where’s Rex?”
“I have a very long and strange story to tell you,” the god said, and then told Mandy everything. When the story was done, Mandy was upset with the god, but she wasn’t out of control. She knew more than Rex did now. She understood the whole plan. She hated it with a passion, but she understood it.
In the end, the three girls made a decision that surprised Apollo. Mandy was staying on the T.A.R.D.I.S. until it was all decided, even if it took months. Katie and Monique, already feeling connected to her through Rex, were not going to let her stay there alone. Apollo agreed to cover their bases at home. Their parents and schools would remember that the girls had each received a scholarship to study abroad. Apollo made sure their provisions were well-stocked, and informed them that someone would stop by regularly to make sure that they were okay, and to give them transport home if they wanted it.
In a lonely orbit of Saturn, the two best friends consoled Mandy, and they kept her company in the long wait for her lover’s return. They would, before all was done, learn to love their little life aboard the ship. Mandy loved their company, and she came to look at them as two of the best friends a girl could ever have. Still, she missed Rex, and she missed touching Amber’s mind. But Rex was imprisoned by the gods, and Amber was out of the reach of any living mortal.
Rex awoke to find himself chained to a ridiculously huge mountain dominating an alien landscape. He looked around and thought he was beginning to recognize where he was.
“Ah, you’re awake,” the voice of his jailer said softly.
“Ares, you’re looking better than the last time I saw you. I can fix that!” Rex lunged against his restraints and tried to get to the Olympian. He could not.
“Those chains are Hephaestus’ best work, and he everything he does is very good work. And that bit of rock you’re chained to is called Olympus Mons.”
“So, I’m on Mars, chained to the biggest mountain in the solar system. Fucking great. I’m gonna get out. And I’m coming after you, all of you.”
“Well, you’ve been docile as a kitty since you got here, but I have to say that I do believe you just might be able to break loose, but it will take you a long time, and you may have cooled off a bit by then.”
“I doubt it.”
“I like you, Rex. We all do. You’ll understand some day. Are you hungry? You haven’t eaten in quite some time.”
“How long was I out?”
“About six weeks. You sleep deeper than Odin, and that boy sleeps deep. I’m going to send some servants around with ambrosia and nectar for you. They’re mortals, and they’re innocents. I think I know you well enough to feel safe you won’t hurt them.”
“They’re safe. My shit list is pretty specific right now.”
“I know, Rex. I know. Someday, you’ll understand everything. There’s so much more going on than you see. So very much more.”
Hades grimaced as he opened the door of the little cottage on the Blessed Isle. This was chaotic, and while the girl brightened his realm, he didn’t like things that were chaotic. His was a realm of order. “You called, Alpha of Rex?”
“My lord, some things have come to my attention.”
“It’s wonderful here. I love the art and the literature we create, and the sports are fantastic. The food is good, too. So, I’ve tried really hard to fit in.”
“Everyone loves the food, but I’m the only one who actually gets hungry for it. I’m also the only one—how should I put this? I’m the only one here who has to remove the leftovers from my system.”
“And yesterday, I started my monthly cycle again. I’m the only girl here who has that happen.”
“Well, I’ve considered the possibilities. And there’s only one that makes a lick of sense. And it also means you’re going to have to let me out of here.” She stood and closed in on the Lord of the Dead.
“Really?” he said, not meeting her gaze.
“Yes, a woman’s cycle is the sign that she can create life. That’s why I’m the only one here with one.”
“Lost me.” He strode away from her. He was not as skilled at lying as most of his kinfolk.
The little blonde spun him around and got right up in his grill. The girl who used to cling desperately to any authority figure absolutely lost her shit on the hulking Lord of the Dead. “Bullshit! Let me the hell out of here! You know damned well I’m NOT fucking dead!”
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