This chapter tells of Garth's second week of tutoring under Steven Schill. I decided to make it quite a bit shorter, both to allow the storyline to progress a little faster, but also because my previous chapter turned out quite a bit longer than intended.
I plan to revisit many of the characters and places in my first chapters as the story progresses, I still plan for this to be a lengthy series, following Garth as he discovers more about himself, his powers and everything that is happening around him.
The main storyline is, and will always be, Mind Control at the root, but I plan to involve other prominent themes as we continue.
This chapter is mostly oriented around Group Sex, Anal and some Exhibition. Feel free to suggest other themes and I will consider them as I see fit.
The next couple of chapters are pretty much planned out already, but after that there are many ways the story can develop, depending on the feedback and how I feel the story will be best served.
I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations like the others.
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Bloodlines Chapter 5
Garth slowly toweled his hair dry as he watched the show before him. Erica and Elsa were still inside the large glass-enclosed shower, locked in an intense kiss. Their hands stroked and probed under the guise of soaping each other in. They would not fool anyone. Their enthusiastic grunting echoed in the room as fingers and palms hit one potent nerve bundle or another. Elsa still had a streak of his cum in her hair, the water not completely able to wash the sticky substance off just yet. He smiled, content with the pleasantly empty feeling in his balls and thought back to the recent washing and sucking from four hands and two mouths. Neither woman so much as looked in his direction now, however.
They had woken in a tangle of limbs that morning, long after the sun had started warming their naked bodies as they slept. All three had recovered somewhat from their orgy, if not all the way just yet.
Garth slowly exited the bathroom as the women sank to the floor, thinking he had better start preparing some food and coffee; they would be ravenous when they finally decided to break off their lovemaking. For what seemed the hundredth time the past week, he thought about how life and the universe were smiling at him.
Life was good, very good indeed.
He had not yet replenished his herbs that morning, focusing instead upon their naked flesh and the feel of them as his hands slid across supple curves, hard nipples and slick lips, but now he felt the emptiness as a void inside. A glass of juice and two capsules later, the familiar warmth and awareness flooded his mind. The intense emotions from the bathroom made a familiar backdrop as he set about making breakfast. Once he had given Erica's Lust a sizable tug, and Elsa a more subtle one, he quested out and felt for others in his immediate area. He could feel a number of people around the house, judging them neighbors and early beach-goers. Not too early at that, he remedied when he saw the time.
As he investigated the people and thought about the houses around them, he realized with a small start that he could feel people at a far greater distance than before. He had sort of expected this to happen, but if he recalled the layout of the street correctly, he was now able to sense emotions at quite a bit more than double the distance of his previous maximum distance, and with greater accuracy as well. He felt as if he could almost sense a virtual map in his mind, with people scattered like pieces on a board game. It was an uncanny feeling, and while something intangible, it was definitely there. He filed the feeling away as something to investigate further, maybe ask Steven if he knew of it.
He strained his powers to try to push his boundary even more, and was rewarded with a sensation of a wall pushing away slightly, his sensations broadening with them, clarifying. People he thought had to be several hundred meters away were as clearly defined as if they were in the next room! His powers had not only grown, substantially, he had also become a lot more able to focus at the greater distance. His maximum distance was now more sharply defined, but the inability to distinguish people at that distance was almost gone. Everyone he could feel, he could also read and perhaps influence. Experimentally, he sent forth a tiny trickle of influence, seeking someone at his far limit, a woman sunbathing unless he missed his guess, and found her emotions to be pliable and easy to manipulate. He was careful only to make minor adjustments, instead seeking the telltale resistance of someone not amenable to his touch. After a few moments, he broke off the contact and started thinking about how this would change things. Right now, he could not see any obvious advantages or disadvantages. It was, however, a clear indicator his powers were developing.
Setting the matter aside, he focused back to the food he was preparing before he burned something and ruined it. A chorus of moans and gasps signaled the imminent end of the shower, he thought, and soon after both women walked unsteadily out of the bathroom. Both had their hair bound up in a towel, and not a stitch of clothing more. Their collars were back as well, without the chains this time.
"You are such a considerate master," Erica said with a soft kiss as she leaned past him to grab a cup of coffee, her pierced nipple dragging across his arm in what had to be a deliberate move.
"Yes, most considerate," Elsa added, though her hand grazed his stiffening cock as she got her coffee. Not exactly subtle, but no less arousing.
They sat down at the table to wait for the food, chatting idly and looking at him as he busied himself around the kitchenette. When his now fully erect cock smacked into the fridge they laughed uproariously at his expense. Cheeks reddening, he plated the food and brought it over, making sure his cock grazed their nipples. More laughter. They sat down and ate quietly, all of them famished, and the tension in the room faded somewhat. Later, they chatted idly about this and that, complimenting each other on last night's performance and adding some spicy details about what they would do to each other next time. Neither wanted to say the obvious; that next time could be a long way off since he and Erica were leaving the following Saturday morning, to an as of yet unknown destination. Garth had been debating what to do about Elsa for several days as both he and Erica obviously enjoyed her company, and other things, a great deal. On the one hand, he felt a tiny sliver of guilt for manipulating her as he had, though she had been a most willing victim. On the other, he felt that he had not betrayed her, just helped her overcome some inhibitions along the way to speed along what he was sure they both could have achieved, given more time to win her over.
On a hunch, he decided to just go for it, reasonably sure he would be able to explain everything in case she took things the wrong way.
"Elsa," he began. "There's something I've wanted to talk to you about." A small spike of Worry rose in her, matched by a slightly larger spike of Alarm from Erica. He did not want to use his power for this; he had to let it play out naturally unless things got out of hand.
"As you know, Erica and I will be leaving this Saturday, and with my work and your store, I fear we will not have much time to play more before then." A stab of Regret rose from both women, though they fought it down.
"I know," Elsa said in a subdued voice, clearly regretting this as much as he and Erica did.
"And before we leave," Garth continued. "There's something we need to talk about." Both women focused on him intently, though for different reasons. Elsa was all Curiosity and Erica mostly Worry and Acceptance. She clearly understood what he was about to do and agreed, he decided.
"In the time we have been meeting and doing, things," he said, stumbling a little at the awkward phrasing. Why not just say fucking and be done with it, he chastised himself mentally. "Have you ever felt that we forced you? That anything was not as it should be?" He let the question hang, giving Elsa time to mull it over.
"Well," she said after a time. "Yes and no. I have not done anything I did not want to do, of course. But I am a little surprised at how quickly things have gone. It's not usual for me to jump straight into bed with someone so quickly, but then again, I've wanted you from the second I laid my eyes on you. Both of you," she added with a look at Erica and a slight blush.
"I have never been picky with who I slept with, women or men, but usually only one at a time and never this fast. We must have a very good chemistry or something, and I don't regret anything." That last she said with a little heat in her voice. Garth just looked at her and saw that she was indeed sincere. That boded well for what he had to say next.
"Well," he said slowly. "It happens that there's a very good reason why things have been moving so fast." He hesitated a little, choosing his words carefully. "I saw how you very obviously liked us when we first came into the shop, and we both liked you as well. Erica and I have a very open, relationship, I guess, and we have agreed not to be exclusive. Not that I don't think you've already figured that part out." He winked at her and smiled. He hesitated yet again, not sure how to phrase himself.
"I saw how you immediately felt an attraction to us, that first day. It was a bit rash and impulsive, perhaps, but I helped you along, so to speak."