I found her at the usual spot. Our weekly coffee chat quickly became my favorite part of the day. A blueberry muffin, Peppermint Mocha and getting to listen to Flavia’s beautiful voice while I stared into her ocean blue eyes.
“Hello, my love; how’s your search going?”
“Could be better, your requirements are hard to find… but you’re lucky. I have two strong candidates.”
“There is no such thing as luck my dearest. Our paths crossing wasn’t luck; it was fate. Now tell me about them.”
“Marcus; he’s the top recruit at Paul Revere’s Battalion. He takes classes at MIT as well. He stopped a robbery at a 7/11; then left before reporters could get there.”
“Does he check the other boxes?”
“Yes. Valedictorian in high school, turned down scholarships to play sports in favor of the military. Handsome, tall, athletic; family history of success. His father is a four-star general.”
“Very well; and the other?”
“Wyatt; he got a bachelor’s degree from Cornell in agriculture and Life Sciences. He’s currently after his master’s degree at Harvard Kennedy School. He could be in any program in the country, yet he chooses to pursue ways to help others more than himself. He was the number one football recruit out of high school, but hasn’t played a day since.”
“Parents?”
“Killed overseas, they were volunteering in a redacted location. Not a lot of information on them, makes me think they were government.”
“Wonderful. Can you arrange the meetings?”
“Already done. Tomorrow at 5, then Sunday at 4.”
“You’ve done well amor; which reward would you like this time?”
“The same; as always. Tonight?”
“How about now?”
We got into her car the sorority had given her, a driver and everything. She never told me how she was able to reach the top over night; but it had its perks. Her words were more calculated; she was at the top of the class; and everything seemed to fall into place for her. Powerful women were always at her place, I tried to ask questions, but she always deflected.
“We’re arriving darling; have fun. Send Claudia my best.”
“Thank you, Flavia; for everything. Really.”
“You’ve earned it; don’t think I’d give it out if you hadn’t. I’ll see you tomorrow, be early.”
I nodded, closed the door, and ascended the marble steps. I still get flashes of that first night the Soles sisters brought me here. It was hazy, but Claudia’s eyes always cut through. A mix of beauty, power, and authority. I saw them in my dreams; when Flavia lined up my potential rewards after her first task; there was no other choice.
I was greeted at the door by Claudia, already in her robe. Her eyes were soft, compliant. She led me downstairs, back into the dark temple. There were six sisters this time; they were trying to make me stronger; harvest more in one ritual. What was it all for? Why wouldn’t Flavia let me do it to her?
“Welcome Lucius. Remove your garments, let us begin.” Aurora gestured to the sisters, and my clothes were taken. They bathed me, applying oils to the marks of previous sessions.
Aurora stood before me in her parted robe. Only tanned skin underneath; covered with twisted Latin words. It was a beautiful cursive that followed the curve of her body. I noticed a pattern; each incantation lined up with one strand. She had done all of them; except one.
She disrobed, letting her rose gold hair cascade around her shoulders. They stopped just above her breast, round and full. They last incantation; it started between her perfectly symmetrical nipples, a straight line down to her core. It twisted left, curved back around her cheek, stopping just below her source of power; on her inner thigh.
Two sisters took my arms, tracing the old cuts with their fingers; marking out new ones. The incantation began.
O Cupido meus, fili ignis et aurorae, surge plenus in sanguine tuo; nunc dirige sagittas aureas fulgentes, ut Mars surgat et Veneri se iungat.
The knife was sharp; I could barely feel it gliding along each forearm. The blood came out, harvested into a patera. The large cuts did not produce much blood; it wasn’t natural. Just enough to fill the small bowl. The rest of the blood seemed to gather below. My length appeared to grow with every completed ritual, a willing trade.
Little white flowers of yarrow were stuffed into the wound. The bleed stopped; but my erection was still growing. The sisters stepped back, rejoining the position next to the chained Claudia. Aurora gripped my shoulders and spoke the words one more time. A low, commanding voice. She pulled me to my feet and pushed me forward.
Each step was cold against the hard floor, Claudia twisting, pushing against the restraints holding her wrists to the ceiling. The other sisters were kneeling, their robes hiding their faces and figures.
I gripped Claudia’s thighs, lifting her hips up to my own. The first entrance was rough; slowly battling the resistance. Aurora was adamant I must not use anything to lubricate her or commit any act to warm her up. After five or six attempts; the resistance was gone. Each stroke of my hips sent quivers through her body. Her sounds were glorious, songs of lust and love. Words of Latin would crash out; words I didn’t know. The more words she yelled, the better it felt.
“Ardeo… ardeo… ignis… Intra… Me…” I could see actual flames in her eyes, maybe the flicker of distant torches; it had to be. They were calling to me; calling for me to never look away.
Her screams bubbled out of her, her body trying to pull the chains from the roof. The robes of the sisters had gone, their heads down; legs spreading wider the longer Claudia moaned.
“I’m there Lucius; Prima… prima… Voluptas Venus… YES!”
Her hands broke from the chains, gripping my arms as I held her perpendicular to me. Her body should have fallen and crashed to the ground. It didn’t; she was weightless in my arms. Her chest filling with oxygen elevated her breasts beautifully in the air. It crashed as she exhaled; a low hard groan that signaled I was close to another.
The sisters’ knees were wide, their heads up; Each of them could not remove their gaze from me; from my sweaty chiseled body pounding their former regina into submission.
“Secunda… Aurora… oriens… LUCIUS!”
All the sisters moaned in chorus, the wave of pleasure washing through each of them at the same time. None of them faltered this time; each of them were marked with unmistakable bliss. The flicker of flames in each of their irises.
Aurora had approached me from behind, her finger, or a brush; something as soft as a cloud was tracing on my back. She whispered in my ear; my body started to pulse. Working from my head down through my chest; it gave me strength; power. My hips slammed so hard into Claudia that I thought she would break in half. The words came again; louder; deeper into my soul.
“Dirige sagittam auream tuam et dimitte eam.”
Claudia’s mouth opened and the floodgate of high-pitched screams was opened. All around me, different tones, different voices, all moaning in the exact same way. The last words spoke in unison: Claudia, Aurora, all six sisters. “Ultimus… Ultimus… Deo gratias!”
My seed erupted into Claudia, flooding outside of her folds. It filled, overflowed, and filled the large patera below. My carnal grunts drowned out the pleasurable moans from the ladies. My voice taking center stage; I’d never felt anything like it. An adrenalin-soaked rush; like a god was being born.
The shaking was uncontrollable, left naked on a frozen wasteland, I couldn’t stop it. Claudia had fallen to her knees, her head down. Flavia emerged from the shadows, the first touch of her hand on my head stopping the violent movements. My body collapsed, flat against the freezing marble surface. Flavia’s foot rested on my temple, beautiful words coming out like the world’s finest poet.
Ex sanguine et aurora sagittae tuae surgunt,
Luci mi, Cupido meus, nunc exsurge profunde.
Non puer amplius, sed flamma libera mundi,
Corona corda, regna in aeternum amore meo.
My body lifted, as if I was being hoisted by wings. My feet hovered above the ground; the power from earlier washing away. Evening out through every nerve in my body. The muscles in my arms were pumping full of blood; of power. The cuts from each of the last thirteen rituals were gone; smooth and strong with small tattoos of arrows in their place.
Flavia pushed my chest, sending me back to the floor. I lay motionless; trying to move. I couldn’t; the power that just pumped through my veins was gone. Claudia spoke; I’d almost forgotten what her voice sounded like when she wasn’t in the throes of lust.
“Should I cloud his memory again Venus? Send him back to campus?”
“No.” She brought her face down to mine, a single kiss on my lips. “Give them all back; every memory since my ascension. He is ready.”
The sisters, Aurora, Claudia, and Flavia stood around me. “My sisters, we are almost there. The trials for Mars begin tomorrow. He is the last domino to fall; then we truly begin.”
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