When Brandon awoke in the Moore's house the second time, he was not alone. On his left, Misty Henning slept restfully with her head tucked gently against his arm. Her makeup was smeared by the events of the night, her short yellow hair a mess of tangles stuck in place by the last remnants of hairspray. On his right, Lana Moore was already awake, on all fours and staring down at his morning wood. Her bottom lip hung loose and drool slid down the corners of her mouth. The young woman's eyes were unblinking, and obsessed.
"Good morning," Brandon said gently, trying not to wake Misty too suddenly.
"Morn'," Lana said lazily.
He did enjoy that look whenever she laid eyes on his hardness, though it was beginning to grow tiresome. Having her nearly shut down like this would grow stale if done too often. "Lana," Brandon told her, trying to sound observational, "your brain works a little faster when you see a hard cock now. Maybe not at full speed, but faster."
Lana's head shook a little bit, like she was shaking herself out of a daze. Her hand lifted from the mattress and wiped the saliva off her chin. She looked at Brandon and smiled, then turned a more pleased expression back to his erection. "I thought so too," she said. "I mean don't get me wrong it's still... beautiful..."
She's mine now,
Brandon realized.
This whole thing is real. How the hell did I get here?
There were so many more questions he needed to ask, all about where the power came from and what the dangers were or could be. He wanted to know how many more people were like this, why something so outlandish was still hidden from the public, or at least scientific study. Brandon was raised with faith, though this seemed too concrete to be of religious make - divine
or
unholy.
Most of all, he wanted to know just how much he could really do with this ability. The way Henning described it, everything revolved around this idea of "The Truth" and what words they chose with it.
Melanie said she knew someone like this. I should ask her more about that, see if that person had The Truth as well.
He had to be careful, though. Henning was clear. "I want to tell you everything, but I have to make sure you're on my side first," he'd told Brandon.
I can get answers,
he told himself.
I just have to play ball. Figure out this Melanie and Sabrina thing. And I can't use The Truth on Mel, and probably not Sabrina either, unless I... god damn it. I have to do it the normal way.
He recalled some of his more cringe-worthy failures at courting women in college. Not only had he failed to attract them into his bed, he could scarcely get a phone number. And now here he was, tasked by the mayor of his new home not only to fuck two of the women in town, but to be sure they received a fresh dose of his cum, swallowed or otherwise. Brandon had never finished inside any part of a girl until two nights ago, when Lana mounted him and begged for it.
"Brandon..." Misty groaned, awakening slowly. A weak little grin spread across her tired face, though her eyes remained almost entirely closed. "Or should I start calling you Doctor?"
"If you'd like," Brandon said. "I
will
start work soon."
"I'd love for you to examine me," she joked sleepily. Standing up slowly for a morning stretch, she gave Brandon a full view of her bare body. A few things about Misty gave away that she was in her mid-30's, though none of those things were her body. Her skin was smooth and unmarred, with scarcely a blemish or scar. From behind he might even have guessed she was younger than he. She bent over at the waist, touching her toes and revealing a lingering wetness between her legs. Brandon wasn't sure when they'd fallen asleep, but certainly hours had passed since he'd been inside of her.
"Misty, you wanted to tell me about your masturbating habits," he said, playing at figuring his powers out.
"Oh that's right!" she said, remembering what she'd never promised to tell. "Well, to be honest I don't need to very much. Arthur loves to fuck me every day that he can, period excluded of course. But sometimes he goes out of town without me and I'll play with myself three or four times a day," Misty admitted.
"You were going to show me how you do it," he falsely reminded her.
"Gosh, I am so forgetful!" Misty turned to face him, shaking her head and laughing at her own scatterbrain. She took a moment to get comfortable, lying down next to him again. All the while, Lana stayed on all fours, chin resting on her hands while she gazed lovingly at Brandon's hard-on.
"So I start nice and easy on my back," Misty said, lifting a leg to rest on top of Brandon's. She wasted no time in letting her fingers get to playing, and her breath rose quickly. "I get especially hot... being watched."
"I can tell," he joked, seeing how her hips wiggled with her pleasure.
"When I get closer..." Misty continued, flipping herself over prone. She pressed her cheek into the pillow and pointed her ass up into the air, a hand reaching underneath her body and between her legs. "I get into doggy and really go to town."
Brandon's hand wandered over to Lana's hair, scratching at her head gently while Misty played. He would never even have dreamed of a scenario like this, and yet here it was playing out in front of him. And if Henning was to be believed, he could have done this any time, so long as he'd given someone his "seed."
To think I could have just
told
a girl to be in love with me after I'd slept with her...
But that sounded dissatisfying. Brandon did not like the idea of tricking someone into loving him. The morality of the entire situation still tugged away somewhere in his head, but beyond that was a desire to be truly wanted. Lana was nice, and very pretty. But she'd been conditioned into her current state. Misty was already happily married to the mayor. An unusual marriage indeed, but a happy one nonetheless.
He's asking me to have two wives,
Brandon thought.
And I haven't even met one of them. I guess he didn't really consider the thought that I want to
love
the woman I keep close... or women.
Misty dug two fingers into herself, half screaming and half groaning into the pillow. Lana giggled a little, but never took her loving gaze away from Brandon's cock. When Misty relaxed from her orgasm, Brandon stood at last and found his clothes on the floor. "I'd love to stay," he said to the two naked women fawning over his figure. "But I have some town business to attend to."
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NEW SANNING - THE COCK WORSHIP CAPITOL
Sabrina finished the outline of each letter and took a step back, wondering whether it was worth busting out the gold paint. The statue in reference was brass, but she supposed gold would be good enough. The brick wall of the grocery store had been bare for long enough, she decided. Now it was time to put some color on it.
"Maybe blue?" said a voice behind her. Sabrina seized and turned slowly, ready for Officer Graham to begin escorting her toward an hour of paperwork. But instead she found a tall young man standing there, eyeing her graffiti with something that looked like interest.
It was the new guy. Something Harper. He had that horrible plain look that a lot of stiff college boys had. Short brown hair, tussled lightly for style. Long beige pants, befitting for a man of his career. The only piece of him that didn't look straight out of a stock photo was the eye catching rod in his pants, pressed against one of his legs and straining against the fabric. He had a hand in his pocket next to it, probably trying to hide it somehow. But there was no hiding something like that.
Shit
, she thought.
Why must that belong to such a dull man?
"Say again?" she said after a good long look at his pants.
