Absolute Power: A Portal Harem Fantasy, page 12
“Hudson,” Callie panted out again. It seemed like my name was the only word her brain could manage anymore. Fine by me, I’d make her say it as much as she wanted.
I pulled away and wiped my chin off on my forearm, and as I did, Callie shakily lifted her legs in the air. Her body nearly folded in half as she opened herself up to me with a pleading look, her expression warring between the goddess she was and the obedient lover she wanted to be. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to run the show or let me fuck her and take her cares away, but either way, I would deliver. I could give her everything she wanted and more. Her hands gripped the backs of both of her knees, her body completely open and available for me, and there was no other option. I gripped my cock and positioned it at her opening, and her eyelids fluttered a little as she whimpered with anticipation.
“Ask nicely,” I said firmly, wanting a moment of true subservience from her. Mary ran her fingers through Callie’s hand with a little happy sigh, her free hand roaming between her legs. She was clearly enjoying the scene.
“Hudson,” Callie whispered, her wide eyes staring up at mine. “Please?”
Adrenaline surged in my veins as I arched my hips forward and speared into her slowly, overwhelmed by how tight she felt. She was like a vise grip around me, and her position made it feel even more so. Her legs folded down even further from my weight, placing her toes completely behind her head as I sank into her.
“I love seeing you like this. Mmm, you both like this,” Mary said from beside us, and I looked at her face to see her staring intently at the way I was fucking Callie. Her fingers danced over her breasts then back down her torso to play with herself in earnest, the speed of her fingers with the speed of my thrusts. I used my closest hand to palm one of her breasts as she did, and Mary let out a low groan.
“That’s it,” I encouraged her. “Slide your fingers in for me.”
Mary bucked her hips forward and let out an almost pained sigh as she continued to tease herself. As I thrusted into Callie atop the greenhouse table, I gave Mary a quick kiss. Mary’s moan muffled into my mouth, and I knew I’d have her any way I wanted next. Both girls were a pile or repressed emotion and pent up feeling, and I would be their release.
Meanwhile, my body was giving Callie’s folded form friction in all the right places, and it wasn’t long before she clenched around me, yelping again with an extra high-pitched squeal as her second orgasm overtook her. She whimpered as her limbs flopped a bit from the happy exertion, and I hooked her legs firmly over my shoulders and drove into her mercilessly to finish myself off.
“Yes, make me yours!” she cried as her hips slammed into mine. She wiggled happily and clutched at me greedily with her fingers as I finally came inside of her. Her hands forced me in as deep as I could go, but even though she seemed happy, Mary’s expression seemed disappointed.
“You finished,” she whispered, her eyes bright and glassy. She was so turned on I could practically smell it. Her skin was flushed and her lips seemed unable to close because she was breathing so hard.
“Don’t worry,” I grinned, pointing towards my still-hard cock. “It can be your turn now.”
I hooked an arm around her hip and gave her backside a playful smack. Her eyes widened, and I could tell immediately she liked the sudden sting of pain, no matter how playful it was. Her pupils dilated from the sudden flush of pleasure, and her lower back arched to press her ass into my hand even more. On the greenhouse table, Callie stretched like a cat, then rolled away with a happy sigh.
“Yes, Mary, your turn,” she said as she hopped off the table fully. “I get to watch now.”
Surprising both me and Callie, Mary slipped out of my arm and leaned over the table with her ass towards me, arching her back out deliciously. Her chains slipped around her hips, and as she bent at the waist and laid her elbows flat on the table, I could see everything.
“More,” she said, her voice a little shaky and breathy. “Hit… spank me again.”
I wound up for a second smack and time seemed to stand still. All of our breaths caught in our throat as my hand cracked against her backside. My hand left a pinkish mark against her silvery skin, and she cried out happily. I caught sight of a bead of moisture as it ran down her thigh. She was painfully turned on, her body nearly trembling.
“Mary,” I said softly as I positioned myself behind her and gripped her soft hips in my hands. “Say the word.”
“Now,” she whined, her fingers scratching into the table softly. “Please, I want you now. Take me like you took her.”
Rather than answer, I rocked my hips forward and spread her apart slowly. The tight clench of her pussy made me grit my teeth at first, and Mary moaned beneath me. I moved slowly at first, making sure she was used to the feel of me inside her, but it wasn’t long before she pushed back against me with her ass, sending me deeper. Mary wiggled her hips against my grip and pushed back to urge me to go faster, deeper, so I gave her exactly what she wanted. I pummeled into her hard enough to audibly slap my pelvis against her soft ass cheeks, and both her and Callie’s gasps were raw and ragged as I fucked her. I looked to see the goddess touching herself to my left, greedily chasing her third orgasm as I speared into Mary. Mary’s silky, ebony locks gleamed under the light, and I grabbed a handful and pulled her head back a little, arching her back just enough to cause her a little discomfort. She groaned happily, her body in service to me fully.
“Mary,” Callie gasped as she crawled up on the table like a cat. Her body was still a mess from our round, but even with her head arched back, Mary was eager to please. As Callie crawled towards her, Mary allowed her face to be used for her goddess’ pleasure, and Callie cried out as Mary’s tongue found her clit.
I slid a hand down the front of Mary’s body and played with her own clit. She deserved to get off after all of this. Her entire body tightened around me as she finally reached her reward, sending moisture down her thighs as her cries were muffled between Callie’s legs. Callie’s hand was also buried in Mary’s dark hair, and our fingers briefly intertwined as we used the woman between us. She pushed her hips forward into the other girl’s mouth as she trembled for a third time, and I shockingly reached my own peak again. Mary made another happy moan as I spilled into her, the amount still sizeable even though I’d just done the same to Callie.
Callie was the first to unravel from us. No doubt the greenhouse table felt terrible on her knees, and she unthreaded her fingers from Mary’s hair and gave her a soft kiss on the top of her head. I placed a kiss between Mary’s shoulder blades before I pulled out of her gently, and she sighed happily with a final little wiggle.
The elevator brought us back to the main floor with the kitchen. Callie no longer sat at the table, however. I dumped the blue mushrooms onto the clean, shiny counter and looked up at Edwin, who was rinsing the various veggies off in the sink.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked him.
“All I need you to do is to be my taste-tester,” Edwin said cheerfully. “It shouldn’t take too long to make once I have the dough rising.”
I sat down at the table, though I still watched Edwin working in the kitchen. Edwin measured out flour in a cup before pouring it in a bowl with some water. Then he pulled out a chopping board and an intimidatingly sharp chef’s knife and went at cutting up the vegetables. His knife moved with amazing speed, creating perfectly even cuts. I was no stranger to seeing skilled chefs, but nothing like Edwin. He paused his chopping to dump purple berries in a pan over the stove. He stirred them for a moment before returning to the cutting board.
My eyes were drawn away from the kitchen when Mary came into view, holding a tray with some mugs of tea. She handed one to me and sat on the opposite side of the table. She tapped on her mug and smiled up at me.
“After we eat, training can finally begin,” she announced.
“Training?” Edwin inquired from his place in the kitchen.
“I’m going to teach him some of the basics of Sin magic. We are starting with Pride,” Mary said, raising her mug to her lips. “It’ll be useful for all sorts of things.”
“You’re just non-stop training now, huh?” Edwin asked me. “Maybe Blair will be awake by the time you are done with Mary.”
“I–” I was interrupted when I heard the clang of the knife hitting the metallic counter and Edwin loudly exclaiming, “Ow!” I turned quickly and saw him holding his pointer finger, a pained expression on his face.
“You klutz,” Mary remarked, jokingly.
“Hey!” Edwin protested.
Mary got up, going to Edwin. “Let me see it.”
Edwin held out his hand, and even I could see from several feet away that the cut was a nasty one. He shook his head disapprovingly. “I’ve got this.”
He moved his hand to cover his wound, I blinked, and when his previously injured hand was in view again, the cut was gone. There wasn’t even a scar left to show. I stared in shock, trying to figure out what had happened.
“I didn’t know you had healing magic!” I said.
“I only have a little,” Edwin replied, shrugging nonchalantly. “I can’t heal anything much bigger than a scratch on my own, but I’m handy at making potions for the things my magic can’t heal.”
“Blair told me a little about your speed ability. That is indeed different, correct? Your ability to heal is magic, right?” I asked for clarity’s sake.
Edwin nodded. “Yes, it is.”
“I wonder why she didn’t tell me,” I muttered.
“I don’t think she could’ve,” Edwin replied. “I swear, I see things she wants to say in those eyes of her, but they just won’t come out.”
I nodded my head and looked at Mary. “I think you are exactly right.”
I went back to sipping on my tea, hungrily watching Edwin as he rolled out two circles of dough and spread the purple berry sauce over each of them. He walked back to what they called the ice box (and I called a refrigerator), produced a block of cheese, and grabbed a cheese grater from a cabinet. He sprinkled the cheese over the pizzas, then layered on the various veggies we had gathered in the garden. As he put the pizzas in the oven, I heard the elevator ding and the doors slide open.
Callie strolled in, her face less gloomy than it had been earlier. She paused to sniff the air, then asked, “What’s cooking?”
“We’re making pizza,” Edwin called out from the kitchen, and Callie nodded, intrigued.
“I thought it might be nice to have a taste of home,” I laughed.
“I should’ve known you’d get homesick,” Callie said, that worried look coming back to her eyes.
“I wouldn’t call it homesickness. Hell, I haven’t been gone that long,” I said quickly, not wanting to worry her. “I just really like pizza.”
Callie sat down at the end of the table, facing away from the kitchen. She rested her head on her hands and closed her eyes. I watched as Mary got up, and she gave me a look before going back into the kitchen. She grabbed another mug and poured some tea into it, along with a generous helping of the brightberries from the garden. She set the mug in front of Callie, who opened her eyes again. She took a few sips of the tea before turning around to the kitchen.
“Edwin, after lunch, would you go get those things I asked for?” she said.
Before Edwin could answer, Mary interrupted. “No, after lunch, he’s coming with Hudson and me to train.”
Callie set her mug down. “Mary, this is important.”
“So is training,” Mary retorted.
When the oven timer went off, Edwin took the opportunity to dispel the awkwardness. “Food’s ready!” he announced.
Mary hesitantly went to help Edwin cut up the pizzas. A few silent minutes later, the two came out of the kitchen holding plates full of food. The pizza that was set before me was certainly more colorful than any pizza I had seen on earth, with purple sauce, yellow cheese, and blue mushrooms. Cautiously, I took a bite, and although what I tasted was not exactly like the pizza I was used to, there was no denying it was delicious. After I finished my bite, I looked up at the chef.
“Edwin, you’ve done it!” I said with a big smile. “I couldn’t imagine getting any closer to real pizza than you have, and the texture is almost dead-on!”
He gave me a strangely shy smile, but did not say anything. He set his plate of food in the empty spot next to me and sat down, a weird scowl between his brows. When I looked across the table and saw Callie and Mary silently eating their pizza with annoyed expressions, I frowned, figuring that must have been what Edwin’s scowl was in response to.
For an awkward few minutes, we all ate in silence. None of us dared to try to fire up communication between Mary and Callie. I ended up getting two more slices of pizza, which I ate quickly. By the time I was debating whether I had room for a fourth slice, Mary stood up.
“Well, there’s no time like the present.”
I nodded and stood up as well. As I took my plate to the sink, I heard Mary say, “Edwin, you’re coming with us.”
When I turned back around, I saw Callie open her mouth. The look on her face was kin to frozen stone. She stood and turned to face Mary.
“No,” Callie said quietly and firmly. “Edwin is not going with you. I need him to do something for me. I told you that. You know how to train Hudson on your own. I don’t disagree with you often, Mary, but I have to insist on this. Time is precious, and wasting it isn’t something I can allow for. That is all.”
Edwin stopped in his tracks. He’d been headed towards the elevator with Mary. He spun around, without question and joined Callie at her side. Mary didn’t turn around. She didn’t stop walking. She acted as though she hadn’t even heard Callie. Once she reached the elevator, Mary turned to look at me.
“Coming?”
“Yes, I’m coming,” I muttered and hurried to catch up, shocked at the sheer dominance Callie had just shown over Mary.
As the elevator doors closed, Mary smiled at me and nodded her head slightly, though something about her smile was off. It almost looked forced. After the doors sealed shut and the elevator started moving, and for the rest of the ride to the lobby floor, Mary stared straight ahead and remained quiet.
15
Mary pushed the front doors of the skyscraper open, and I followed her out, just as I had when I’d left the building to battle Blair. I hoped this round of training would go a bit different. Why Mary had wanted Edwin to come with us, I still wasn’t sure, and there was a good chance I’d never find out. I was a little relieved though as I wasn’t sure if I could’ve battled Edwin. He was so young, it just seemed weird.
“Come on, what are you waiting for?” Mary called back to me from across the street.
I hadn’t noticed I’d stopped and was staring off into space. It was easy to do when everything seemed the same color. Even though the city seemed made of mirrors, everything appeared grey-ish in tone. It struck me as rather dismal at that moment.
“I’m coming,” I called back and headed across the street to her. “Where are we going exactly?”
“Not far,” she replied. “There is a small meeting room in a nearby building that I think will be a perfect location for learning to wield a sin.”
“Wield a sin? That sounds sinister,” I laughed. I was the only one, however.
Mary glanced at me, shook her head and kept walking. I had the childish notion to stick my tongue out at her but stopped myself. Instead, I followed Mary into a two-story building. The entryway was dark, but I could tell we were standing on some sort of hard, carpeted floor. Mary scuffled around, then there was a very definite click. Several lights came on. Then more lights came on. Then even more lights lit up. Whirring and clanging and buzzing sounded out from every direction.
The sounds were all too familiar. I was standing in the middle of an arcade. Pinball machines, Donkey Kong, Pac Man, Galaga… it was a who’s who of classic arcade gaming, and sprinkled amongst them were more modern classics: Street Fighter, Mortal Kombat, Time Crisis, Crazy Taxi, Daytona USA. You name it, it was there. My mouth hung open as I inspected the games. I looked at Mary, confused.
“How are these here? I seriously doubt your realm had Donkey Kong before I got here.”
“Perceptive,” Mary chuckled. “These are mirages. Callie knows enough about Earth to recreate certain things like this. So you are right. We don’t have anything like this here, naturally.”
“What do we need all this for?” I asked as I pushed the buttons on a Marshmallow Surprise pinball machine.
“Distraction,” she replied. “Leaning how to work with sin while in silence that makes it easy to concentrate isn’t very beneficial. You will most likely need it amidst battle with Kasen… or if you and Blair train again.”
“I’m telling you, Blair is not a Shadow,” I insisted loudly. “I think a little mind magic could help her.”
“I’m not here to discuss Blair. I’m here to teach you how to turn someone’s pride against themselves,” Mary barked. “It starts with bolstering their ego. You have to make them puff their chest out and realize that they are the greatest thing in the universe. That there isn’t anything they couldn’t do better than anyone else.”
“Can I just tell them they are the greatest?” I asked, the beginning seemingly simple.
“No.” Mary shook her head. “It’s not about telling them they are great. It’s about getting them to tell you they are great. Pride has to be realized to be harmful.”
“But, what if they aren’t prideful? What then?” I asked the most basic of questions.
