Chapter Forty Six: A secret Agreement…

Greg could remember once reading about the placebo effect. In essence, if one can trick one’s mind into believing something to be true, one can achieve the same results as if the lie had been true. For example, if someone in pain is given sugar pills and is convinced that they are a strong pain relief medication, the effect is so powerful that in seventy to eighty percent of the cases, the individuals will actually feel better as a result. This is what Greg had done with the EROTIC WILL candles. They were among the first items that Greg came across in the Eros shop. Their function was simple, the longer one was in their presence, the more any resistance to things of an erotic nature would be broken. Basically, they did the same thing as his innate title AROUSING, but on steroids. While it had taken his title three weeks to break through Shalia’s resistance, the candles would achieve the same result in a few minutes. The only difference is as soon as they go out, all the effects that they so far had would be lost.

By telling the Town-head’s wife and her daughter that they revealed one’s true self, Greg had been doing the same thing his familiar was so good at. Telling a technical truth. The candles wouldn’t give you any new desires that you didn’t previously have. Instead, it would just break down all the barriers that you put up to hide your true desires. By telling them that their function was to reveal one’s true self, however, not only would Greg keep them from trying to fight the effects of the candle, but he’d also plant the thought that he was to blame for their heightened arousal and that the candles only revealed this. The more that thought took root in them, the more susceptible they would be to his charm.

The candles, however, were just one part of the intricate web that Greg had weaved to catch his prey. The other part of his plan was thanks to the advice Olivia had given him about the DISCERNING ring. Greg had gotten the false impression that all titles could do was to give passive effects. The CHARMING mask affected how women perceived him. The TEMPTING pendant increased desire in women who were already committed to another. The ADDICTIVE bangle made those who engaged in any kind of sexual activity with him crave it even more. The SENSUAL TOUCH bangle made his touch pleasurable to the women he consciously touched. The VIRILE and STERILE rings affected his fertility, either ensuring or preventing pregnancy. In all these instances, it didn’t require any input or direction from Greg. They simply worked as soon as they were equipped.

From all these, it could be understood why Greg had been under the impression that the same was also true of the DISCERNING ring. For him, it had thus far been a vague new sense, like a quirky radar, it just told him who was turned on among the women around him. According to the familiar, however, not all titles were the passive kind. Some titles require the conscious channeling of the title owner to bring out their full potential. The example she gave was a title like SHARPSHOOTER. If one had such a title and never made use of ranged weapons like longbows or crossbows, then like a sword that is never taken out of the armory, the title would just gather dust and nothing more. His aim might passively improve in other areas, but just like Greg was doing with the Discerning ring, he would be wasting the true potential of the title.

Greg had moved to the front porch of his house and in the time between the explanation and the arrival of Shalia and her mother, Olivia had taught him just the basics of exerting his will through the title. While in its passive state, the DISCERNING title worked like sonar, pinging off every woman around Greg who was turned on and bringing back that information. When Greg channeled his will through the title, however, it went from giving vague information about every woman around to giving detailed information about the particular woman that Greg was focused on. In other words, it went from being a sonar to being a laser scanner. From just knowing whether a particular woman was turned on or not, Greg could now tell the level of arousal, from mildly turned on to very aroused. He could tell exactly what had triggered the arousal. What things the particular woman was into that would fan the flames of that arousal, including hidden kinks if the target had any. It would even point out which parts of the woman were extra sensitive to them. Not that Greg needed this given the SENSUAL TOUCH bangle he already had.

Having only gotten some basic level training from Olivia, Greg wasn’t as yet well versed in channeling his will through the ring or interpreting the feedback he got. Right now what he got were hunches and instincts of what would work and what wouldn’t. The longer he focused on a target, however, the more he was able to parse out from the information the title granted him access to. Shalia and her mother arrived while Greg was still on the porch looking at the various women who walked by. His eyes had zeroed in on the Town-head's wife. It took a second for the title to start feeding him the information he needed, but eventually, it began. Greg wasn’t surprised to find that the woman was already quite horny. Given what had happened the past two times that they had met, she was probably expecting something to happen this time as well.

The more he focused on her the more he understood the nature of her arousal. Greg didn’t know if it was her nymph bloodline, her natural desire as a woman, or some mix of both. The woman, however, had almost immediately picked up on the fact that Greg was powerful, perhaps even more powerful than her husband. It was this fact that sparked the flame within her and drew her to him every time they met. Greg’s brows had risen behind the mask when he picked up on this. It just showed how sharp the woman’s instincts were as no one who looked at the Town-head and then looked at him would think that he was the more powerful of the two. Of course, in a straightforward melee battle, Greg would lose ten times out of ten. If they were ever at odds, however, not only did Greg have a powerful familiar at his beck and call, he was also always walking around with an armory in the form of the Magic shop from his system. So long as he had the points to spend, Greg could buy tier-three items powerful enough to level the whole town. And that is to say nothing of his connection with the healer.

When it came to the thing that fanned the flames of her lust the most, it was authority. The more Greg acted like he was in charge and in control of the situation, the more attractive he became in the eyes of the Town-head’s wife. She may have been far removed from whatever bloodline mage she was descended from, but her nymph instincts to seek out the most powerful male that she could, however, hadn’t changed in the least. Greg acting like she belonged to him even though she was married, casually revealing her pregnancy and promising to do it again, not sitting equal to her but at the head seat, subtly putting down the Town-head, and so on. All these were small seeds Greg was planting in her head, stamping down his authority in her mind and making her think of him, not as a rival to her husband, but as someone even superior to him.

Greg hadn’t been lying when he said that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree about Shalia. If anything, he had been severely understating the case. Shalia was very much like her mother, except with her, it was all turned up to eleven. Greg was glad the mask could hide his expression of shock when he first caught sight of the girl. If the level of her mother’s arousal was a warm bonfire, then Shalia’s arousal was at the level of a furnace. The system always marked the mission of turning her on as complete. It, however, never went into detail as to what degree she was turned on. Focusing his will on her, Greg could feel waves of arousal just exuding from her. Unlike her mother’s arousal, however, hers wasn’t a momentary thing. Instead, it felt like a bone-deep itch that had been growing over time and despite her attempts to scratch at it, the girl had failed.

Where her mother was drawn to authority and someone who seemed to be in control, Shalia took it a step further and desired power in its rawest form. Where her mother desired a man who was generally in charge, the girl desired a man to take charge of her. From the vague impressions he got through the title of what her fantasies looked like, Greg partly understood Shalia’s mentality. As daughter to the Town-head and one of the most attractive ladies her age, she probably only thought of the other noble kids as her equals. The only problem with this was that the AROUSING title had ground down all her resistance to his charm to nothing. To reconcile the conflict between her view of him and the desire that burned within her, her fantasies had taken on a raw and animalistic expression. There was no cuddling, no romance no lovey-dovey emotions attached to the act.

This was why Greg hadn’t tried to charm her the same way he did with her mother. Instead, taking advantage of their previous agreement, he’d just treated her like a servant and nothing more. Asking her to get their food rather than greeting her. Talking about how her parents gave her over to him as a bargaining chip, stating that on her own, she wasn’t enough of a bargaining chip to sway his decision, all the while ignoring the fact that she was standing right there. Under different circumstances, the girl might have had the wherewithal to withstand his onslaught and turn her nose up at him. However, when one considered the lust that had slowly been building up within her for the past two months added on to the fact that three orange-grade candles were burning on the table before them, it had simply been too much for her and she had finally succumbed to an orgasm.

Greg, however, hadn’t relented at this. Instead, he brought the whole situation to a head by letting both women know just how much they needed him and not the other way around. In almost painful detail, he had laid out the dire situation they were in and the fact that Greg was their only hope. Doing so achieved two goals at once. Apart from completely cementing his position of superiority in the minds of the Town-head’s wife and her daughter, it also allowed him to come to an agreement with them. Tempting as the idea of just skipping the boring talk and going right to the sex was, Greg knew that the longer he left things vague, the more the Town-head and his wife would try to push their daughter on him. Their family was in genuine danger and they wouldn’t be willing to leave things up to chance. If Greg didn’t work something out with the two women here, the attempts to get something going between him and Shalia wouldn’t stop. If they could work out a secret agreement between him and the two women before him, then Greg could remove that pressure altogether. The Town-head, of course, would continue to try and set something up, but that was a nuisance Greg was willing to endure, the man didn’t need to know what he didn’t need to know.

“But I am a married woman! Surely you aren’t asking for me to spread my legs so you can ravage me with that big thing of yours? Should my husband ever find out that anything happened between us, he’ll be the first to try and kill you!” The Town-head’s wife responded to his proposal.

Greg smiled under the mask already seeing through the token resistance she was putting up. “Stand up,” Greg calmly instructed. The Town-head’s wife was taken aback by the sudden instruction. She, however, complied and rose from her chair. Crooking his finger at her Greg spoke once more. “Come closer,” He said. Through the DISCERNING title, Greg could feel the woman’s excitement spike at the instruction. Closing the distance between them, the Town-head’s wife came to a stop beside his chair. Pushing his chair backward so that he wasn’t as close to the table, Greg reached up and placed a hand on the woman’s shoulder. Greg didn’t place undue pressure on her shoulder even as she pulled her into a bent-over position. He didn’t want this to be an act of force, he didn’t want to give her that excuse. He wanted her to know that at any point she could back out, knowing perfectly well that she wouldn’t. She was already caught in his web and try as she would, escaping wouldn’t be that easy. Not that she was inclined to anyway.

A flush of pink spread across the woman’s cheeks even as she bent forward her heart-shaped ass sticking out less than a foot away, from him. Even with the fact that it wasn’t facing him, she couldn’t help but feel exposed. That feeling only heightened and the blush in her cheeks intensified when she felt the boy slowly pulling up her dress. A part of her wanted to protest, wanted to resist him. She was the Town-head’s wife, the most respected and dignified woman in the whole town. She couldn’t allow this to go on! And yet… there she stood, not moving, not protesting, not resisting. Instead, every cell in her body wanted this, craved it, needed it. She could feel tendrils of pleasure coursing through her body, making her whole body tremble even as the boy slowly ran a hand up her leg from her calf, up to her knee, upwards to her hips, before finally settling on her generous posterior leaving her dress bunched up around her waist.

“Yes!” The boy finally answered her. “I will ravage you. I will stretch your little flower and plow your depths. My thing, as you call it, will touch parts of you that have never been touched before. And as for your worries, I’d be more worried for yourself than for me,” He offered in an enigmatic tone. “You see, I intend to ruin you. After you’ve experienced the pleasures I’ll give you, no other man will ever be able to quench the flame of need and desire I plan to light in you. Their voice won’t tantalize your senses in the same way that mine will. Their touch, you won’t crave the same way you will mine. Their caresses, won’t drive you crazy the same way mine will. And even when you lie under your husband, you’ll only be able to think of me. Do you understand!” Greg spoke. Even though he hadn’t raised his voice, there was no denying the authority that his voice carried.

Greg’s hand had moved to the woman’s inner thighs while he spoke. In addition to the way her face was flushed and her body trembling with anticipation, he could feel the wetness that had spread to her thighs. “I… I understand,” She replied in a breathless tone.

“And after I’m done with you, I’ll do the same with your daughter. You’ll get to watch her as she ceases to be a maiden and finally becomes a woman. You can hold her hand and be proud as she learns how to please a man” he offered tauntingly. Greg had expected to get some resistance from the two women at this, even if it was just a token resistance. The actual response, however, surprised him. Not only did the Town-head’s wife not object to his words, she actually looked at her daughter with some measure of jealousy. She wanted Greg all to herself and, powerless as she was to do anything about it, the thought that her daughter would soon have him bothered her a lot more than she cared to admit. On Shalia’s part, Greg turned to find her leaning back on her seat, her dress was bunched up around her waist and her hand was furiously plunging in and out of her wet pussy. At some point, she seems to have completely given up any pretense of propriety and given in to the burgeoning lust that had taken over her senses. From the way her body was trembling, Greg suspected that she’d just had a mini-orgasm at his declaration that he would take her as well.

Turning back to the Town-head’s wife, Greg spoke. “Have a seat,” he instructed. There was a mix of disappointment and longing in the woman’s eyes as she rose and turned ready to return to her chair. Greg’s hand, however, caught hers preventing her from walking away. When she turned around to him in confusion, Greg smiled lecherously at her. “You wanted a seat equal to mine, did you not? Sit!” Greg instructed, patting his leg. The smile was back on her face, a look of excitement and mischief burning in her eyes. Moving to stand between his seat and the table with her back to him, the Town-head’s wife arched her back and leaned forward over the table pushing his bowl of food away. Doing so gave Greg a tantalizing view of her glistening lips, her pink rosebud, and the heart-shaped ass that framed this perfect picture. From the coquettish way she was swaying her hips and the teasing look in her eyes as she looked back at him, she wanted to torture him with desire in the same way he had been doing with them.

A gasp of shock, however, was followed by a moan of pleasure when Greg ripped off his mask and dove in. There’s just no way he'd watch the woman present her with such a delectable offering and let her get away with it. “Wha… What are you doing?” Came the breathless question from the woman. Greg could tell that there was a note of genuine surprise in her voice as she asked this. It was as if she’s never encountered this before. Greg couldn’t help but wonder if oral sex was a foreign concept in this little town or if this was yet another failure of the Town-head. At the very least, Greg suspected he knew what his tenth feat of lust would be!

The woman’s surprise, however, didn’t stop her from pushing back her wet clam against Greg’s tongue as he lapped up her juices and savored her womanly scent and taste. Her legs started shaking and Greg had to loop his hands first between her legs, around her hips and come up to grab hold of her ass cheeks. Pulling them apart, he exposed more of her intimate lady parts to his relentless tongue. Lifting her off the floor, Greg rested his elbows on the table so that the Town-head’s wife was straddling his biceps and squirming in his grip as Greg zeroed in on her engorged clit. A lewd moan of pleasure escaped the woman at the new sensation, and by the way her body started to stiffen, Greg could tell that she was nearing the crest of pleasure. Eventually, the sensations, both from Greg’s tongue and his hands as a result of the SENSUAL TOUCH title overwhelmed the woman. Her whole body began to shake vigorously and through the DISCERNING title, Greg felt it as a strong orgasm coursed through her. Her pussy clamped down like a vice every time she twitched as a result of her orgasm. Not giving her any respite, Greg continued to torture her with his tongue as she continued to squirm and writhe from the mind-melting pleasure.

By the time Greg finally pulled back, the Town-head’s wife was little more than a wet noodle lying on the table before him and twitching from time to time. But while she may have been sent into a catatonic stupor from the pleasure, Greg was still very much aroused, and with her helpless and spread out before him, he was more than ready to take her and satisfy the animalistic desire that was coursing through him. A wicked smile crossed his lips as Greg turned to regard Shalia. The girl had been looking at him wide-eyed unable to process what she had just watched him do to her mother. Greg had never seen both shock and arousal merge so perfectly on someone’s expression. The poor girl seemed like she wanted to feel put off by Greg being so intimate with her mother’s pussy. And yet, all she could do was continue to play with her own pussy in helpless arousal.

“Come here,” Greg called out to her. Once again, Greg wasn’t forceful with his voice. Instead, there was a calm authority to it that allowed for no disobedience from the girl. Not that she had enough presence of mind to do so anyway. Without thinking, or even trying to readjust the dress that was now bunched up around her waist exposing her glistening lower lips to him, she rose to her feet and walked over to the boy’s side. Reaching over, Greg took one of her hands into his. A gasp of pleasure left the girl the moment his hand came in contact with her. This, however, wasn’t what Greg was after. Shalia watched as he pulled her towards his crotch. He wasn’t using his strength against her to force her to do this. The girl knew that if she wanted to, she could pull her hand away at any time. And yet, like a moth drawing closer and closer to a flame, she watched as the boy brought her hand in contact with the base of his cock and wrapped her fingers around the thick veiny shaft.

Wait a minute!

Shalia had to do a double take of what she was holding as her mind caught up to the oddity of the situation. She hadn’t seen Roka take off his pants at any point. When the boy had called to her, he’d been fully dressed. In fact, when he took her hand he’d still been fully dressed. Looking down at where his pants were supposed to be, Shalia was first entranced by the long and thick slab of meat that he held in her hands. Without prompting, she found herself running her hand up and down its length. How could it be so hard and yet soft at the same time? It took a second for Shalia’s mind to snap out of its temporary trance and remember that she had been investigating the sudden disappearance of Greg’s pants. Turning her attention to it, she noticed that it was as if someone had taken a sharp blade and completely cut out the front part of his pants from his waist down to a little past midway to his knees. The strangest part, however, wasn’t the missing part of his pants, but rather, the fact that the rest of it didn’t fall off from his waist now that most of it seemed to be missing 

Shalia’s attention was brought back to the boy when she felt his hand snake around her waist and grab a generous handful of her ass. Without meaning to, the girl bit her lower lip and let out a moan of pleasure at his touch even as she looked up at the boy with a half-lidded gaze full of lust. “Put it in,” Came the simple instruction from Roka. It took a second for Shalia’s mind to process what it was Roka was asking her to do. All through the talk, she had been treated like she was little more than a plant. They had referred to her every once in a while, but at no point had they actually acted like she could contribute in any meaningful way to the conversation. This was the first time that she’d been asked to participate in the interaction in any meaningful way and it was to place, the boy’s thick manhood in her mother’s wet slit.

She should have been incensed, she should have felt insulted, she should have… Shalia couldn’t lie to herself. She felt happy to suddenly be included. A sudden desire to do a good job welled up within her. Looking down at the warm, thick, veiny cock that she was angling upward and the clear bead of precum that had formed on the tip, there was no hesitation in her actions. Without thinking or any second-guessing herself, she leaned forward and enveloped the head of his cock in her warm wet mouth. Part of why she did it was to lubricate the head to make his entrance that much easier and pleasurable for him. Her mother was already slick from both her arousal and orgasm. A little more lubrication, however, wouldn’t hurt anyone. Another, even deeper part of it, however, was because she wanted to be the first to feel the boy inside her. It was different from how her mother would soon experience him but in her mind, it was even more intimate. Her mother’s pussy might get the pleasure from the boy, She, however, wouldn’t get the thick and rich taste of him. She wouldn’t know the thick manly musk of him. The taste of his precum would be known to her first and this was a secret pride for her.

After kissing and licking the head of his cock for as long as she felt she could get away with it, Shalia let it out of her mouth with a pop before angling it downwards and lining it up with her mother’s pussy. Unable to tear her gaze away, Shalia watched with both fascination and anticipation as the boy pushed his hips forward. Her mother’s pussy offered some resistance, clearly not used to the kind of girth that was trying to find its way into her secret sanctum. Shalia had to force herself not to think about what that implied about her father. Instead, she watched as the battering ram that wouldn’t be denied slowly started to sink into the depths of her mother’s fold. A groan of both strain and pleasure escaped her mother’s lips as she was broken out of her stupor by the intrusion.

Shalia had watched the healer perform magic, as such, she wasn’t unfamiliar with it. Watching inch after inch of the boy’s manhood disappear into her mother, however, felt like she was seeing true magic for the first time. Eventually, much to Shalia’s shock and disbelief, Roka’s waist came to rest against her mother’s pelvis as his entire girth disappeared inside her. There was a pause in his motion and it took a second for her to realize the Roka was giving her mother time to adjust to the monster inside her. And from the white-knuckled grip that her mother had on the edges of the table, she clearly needed it. Shalia watched as the hand that had been on the small of her mother’s back came to rest under her chin and gently turned her head upwards.

“Good girl,” He said in approval.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Shalia realized that she was completely screwed when that simple compliment made her swell with pride. Any fight, any resistance, any pride that she might have clung to went up in smoke as the boy leaned down and took her lips in his. Down below, she could feel the hand that had been groping her butt move ever so slowly and tantalizingly around her waist towards her little flower. Here was a situation that not even in her wildest fantasies could she have come up with. Her mother was lying half naked on the table, with Roka’s monster of a dick buried all the way inside her. And there she was, also half naked, being groped by him as he kissed her. That’s how Shalia experienced her first kiss by a man… and she loved it.

It started out slow, once Greg felt some of the tension leave her muscles and her form become less rigid, he slowly began to extricate himself from the Town-head’s wife. Greg almost couldn’t believe how tight the woman was and it was all he could do not to lose himself to the pleasure and cum immediately. Kissing and groping Shalia helped distract him a little bit. By the same token, however, the fact that he was fucking the mother while groping and kissing the daughter also brought his arousal to greater heights and made the challenge of not cumming inside the Town-head’s wife that much harder. After three months of daily torture by a creative familiar, however, Greg had learned a thing or two about controlling his urges and mastering the sensations his body experienced. Greg would never in a thousand years have guessed that his first use of the willpower training he’d received from Olivia would be for sex, to keep him from cumming too early. Still, a win was a win and Greg would take it.

Greg pulled back far enough to only leave his head inside the woman’s tight clam before pushing back in with a simultaneous moan of pleasure both from him and the Town-head’s wife. With each thrust, in and out of the Town-head’s wife, Greg picked up the tempo. Soon enough, a chorus of moans was escaping from the three of them. The Town-head’s wife was losing herself to the pleasure of having the deepest parts of herself being explored by Greg’s manhood. Greg was slowly losing the fight against the pleasure he got from the tight embrace of the tight love tunnel as it massaged his dick with every twitch and contraction. Shalia, on the other hand, was gyrating her hips and riding the two fingers Greg had inside her with wild abandon. Each one seemed to be lost in their own dimension of pleasure and yet at the same time feeding each other’s pleasure in infinite loops.

Having already cum once, Greg had expected that the Town-head’s wife would last longer than the two of them. As such, it was somewhat of a surprise when her body once more went stiff and her pussy clamped down like a steel vice on his cock. Shalia bit down on her finger and let out a stifled scream of pleasure as her body started to shake from the powerful orgasm that wracked her body at the same time as her mother. Greg had to wrap an arm around her waist and hold her up to keep her from collapsing onto the floor as a result of the mind-bending pleasure. On his part, Greg was also unable to fight the overload of pleasure on his senses, especially given how tightly the Town-head’s wife’s pussy clamped down on his dick whenever she twitched, he finally reached the peak of pleasure and began to shoot rope after rope of thick cum deep inside the Town-head’s wife.

Greg didn’t stop humping despite the overload of pleasure. He had told the Town-head’s wife that he’d ruin her for any other man other than himself and he fully intended to do so. The lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, mingled with the other lecherous sounds to create a symphony of depravity. ‘Given the fact that they hadn’t bothered to be subtle about it, it shouldn’t have come as that much of a surprise. Still, Greg’s couldn’t help but go wide when he caught sight of his mother standing at the doorway to the room they were in looking at what was going on with shock and disbelief in her eyes…

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