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Geis: Intervention 2
🕑 Added 2024-03-03 15:41:20 +0000 UTCChapter Two: Reborn
Kendall wakes up horny the next day and wakes Jackson with her body. They meet with orgasmic force as her body opens for him and his body opens her. Lips locked, she moans into his mouth and drinks him in as he fills her, and as they part, she sees him for who he now is and enjoys him for it, too.
She drops the girls off at their daycare and then drives Jackson to work. She is anxious to have him apart from him, but she is not afraid of James. He knows what he is, but after what happened to him yesterday, she cannot imagine him to be a threat to her, let alone to Jackson. She drives home with a smile on her face, alleviated of the lingering fear that had followed her at the back of her head for years.
Her arrival home welcomes her to the powerful scent of sex which has soaked into the walls of the house. Their bedroom in particular reeks of their lovemaking, and though it lights a fire in Kendall’s loins, it also alerts her to the sort of home she is keeping for their family. Her first point of order is to wash their sheets and open the windows, but she sniffs the sheets before washing them, and she breathes deep of the stuffy, musky air before letting fresh air into the home.
After that, she sprays air freshener and then takes break to ice her vagina. She wasn’t sore in the morning when she woke up next to Jackson and his wrist-thick third leg, but now that the fresh air is getting to her, she is beginning to realize how absurd all of this is. Whenever she thinks of Jackson, however, the pain subsides as her pussy hoods in preparation for his return. She even considers texting him to come home and have her for lunch again. Her pussy might be sore, but it’s nothing a few gentle kisses won’t solve, she thinks to herself with a smile.
Seated on the very couch where Jackson had kneed James’ face in and holding an ice pack to her pained pussy, Kendall reflects on what happened the day before abstractly. In the moment, it had felt like her carefully crafted shelter away from James had come crumbling down around her. There was something strange about him, something alluring and frightening which was compelling her and moving her. It was an unwelcome spell that made her lick his feet, and then Jackson arrived and broke the spell with the cracking of James’ skull across his knee.
From the moment she met him, Jackson has always taken care of Kendall and made her feel safe. In fact, it is that very sense of safety that he gave her which allowed her to take the chance to escape James to begin with. Looking back on it now, however, she realizes that the safety she felt was superficial. She always feared James and took great care to keep him from knowing where she was and how she got there. In fact, she moved out after sending James on an errand at the store, and she moved in with Jackson later when she thought James had found out where she was living.
So many of her decisions to this point have been about avoiding James. Yesterday showed her that she did not have to avoid him. Jackson had proven himself more than capable. He had nearly killed James, and the act of mercy he showed James was the worst part. That Jackson had enough power to finish the fat fucker and didn’t humiliated James, and thinking about it now brings a big, stupid smile to Kendall’s face.
The best part of all, however, was the sex. Jackson and Kendall had good sex before, but the sex they had after the fight was world-shaking. Jackson had done more than love her. He had claimed her and broken her, and he had made sure that no other man could ever do to her what he had done to her. His dick alone had reshaped her insides based on how sore she was now, but the actual movements of his body had been catastrophically good, too.
As she sits soothing herself, Kendall wonders how Jackson had grown to be so large. It was not the first time the two of them had fucked, only the best. Jackson had grown to nearly double his size and, based on how he looked as he left the car that morning, was now larger limp than he was before when he was erect. Whatever the reason, Kendall cannot bring herself to think on the question for too long without arousal distracting her. The house still smells strongly of their lovemaking, and that alone makes it difficult for her to focus on much of anything for long before hunger sets in.
By the early afternoon, Kendall is so horny that she leaves early to pick up her daughters and meet Jackson. She greets him the exact moment his shift ends and greets him at the car with a kiss and a hug. When she sees him, the pain in her pussy fades and a deep, cavernous arousal takes its place. It will be no small torture to her that the evening will be spent with him without sex, but once the girls go down for bed, she looks forward to the relief he will provide her.
Homecoming is strange for her. They set about a normal evening. Jackson cooks supper as he normally does, but Kendall wants to do it for him. Watching him move makes her horny, and when she gets horny, she feels subservient to him. She keeps remembering the way he fills her and floods her, and it leaves her feeling beholden to him. Only he can give her that pleasure, she realizes, and she wants to see him satisfied and rested so that he can enjoy her at his leisure.
Even though she wants to serve him, Kendall allows Jackson to do the cooking. He has always been a giver. It was what first made her fall for him. His kindness knows no bounds, and though she feels like it is his right to take from her now, she still appreciates how gentle he is and can be. She meets his infinite patience with patience of her own, especially since she has no right or reason to refuse him his own pleasure.
The girls take up their evening as children do. Kendall takes them outside to play while Jackson cooks, and they have a nice supper before tucking the girls into bed. The trees are golden in the fading daylight when they are finally alone, and Kendall only just has the girls’ bedroom door open before she is on her knees undoing his pants.
Jackson stammers and stumbles back from her toward their bedroom door, and Kendall follows him on her knees with a purr. “Kendall?! What are you doing, sweetie?!”
“I can’t wait,” she whines, and she claws his pants open before tugging ineffectually at his belt. She is so horny now that she can barely think, and as his fly parts enough for her to smell him, she buries her nose in the space between the fabric and breathes deep. “Nn! I need it, Jackson! Please, baby, I need it so bad!”
Jackson, stunned by her sudden actions, backs into the wall at the end of the hall and fiddles with the door behind him. Kendall is drunk on him and desperate. She is manic by the look at her, and while Jackson was not a virgin when he met her, he has never in his life elicited this sort of reaction out of a woman before. Then again, he has never had such a big dick before, either, and figures that has no small influence over her behavior. Honestly, it is equal parts intimidating and arousing, but as she undoes his belt and allows his penis to fall into view, only the arousal remains.
It has only been a day since these changes have overcome him, so Jackson still doesn’t know where they come from. He has a vague recollection of a dream where he was king and where women fell before him as subjects. Seeing his dick eclipsing half of Kendall’s face does a lot to reenforce this dream as a reality to him. He can see manifested before him the power he has over her, even if he doesn’t feel right having it. Kendall loves it, though, and coos and kisses the underside of his heavy cock as he watches her.
Jackson cups her head and grips her by her brown hair, and she mewls against him with a smile. “You really couldn’t wait to see my dick again, could you, Kendall?”
Breathing him in and whining against him, Kendall moans. “No, baby! I couldn’t wait. I just had to see it. I had to!”
Jackson allows himself a brief, dimpled smile. He is drunk on power and hates that very same power at the same time. “Do you like my new dick, Kendall?”
Still whining, Kendall kisses the underside of his cock and says, “I LOVE it.”
“I can see that,” Jackson laughs. “And of course you love it. What do you love most about it, Kendall? Do you love how big it is,” he asked, gripping her tight by the hair while she whimpers and chews her bottom lip. He lifts his dick with his free hand and slaps it down hard across her forehead. She shivers and comes, and Jackson can almost feel the pleasure rushing over her and through her. “Do you like how heavy it is,” he taunts.
Kendall, kissing the underside of Jackson’s shaft whenever he allows it, pants against him. She has never been horny like this before. Even last night was not so good to her, and now she is dripping with arousal as he holds her pinned to his hot, thick cock. “Yes,” she hisses. “It’s so thick and heavy, Jackson! It’s so good!”
Jackson throbs against her. Like her, he has never been so horny, and as he gets hornier, he gets arrogant, too. This feels right to him to hold his lover tight in his hands like he owns her. He remembers the dream in graphic detail now. He sits before her like he is a king in his throne, and she kneels, subjecting herself to his rule and worshipping for no other reason than his deserving worship. “And what do you want to do with it, Kendall? Tell me what you want to do with my dick.”
She looks him in the eyes and loses herself in his dark gaze. His dick is heavy across her face, obscuring her vision, but she grows lost either way. She breathes him in, heavy, needy gasps, and she kisses his shaft and whispers, “I want to please you, Jackson. I want to make you come.”
Still grinning, Jackson moves Kendall and rubs her lazily along his shaft. He fucks her face with half-given thrusts and grinds his balls up against her chin. She breathes him in as he moves. Her face is flushed and her lips parted as she gasps with each of his movements. “And how will you please me, Kendall? How will you make my big, hard dick come for you? What will you do to earn my pleasure and my cum?”
“Anything,” Kendall gasped, completely lost in Jackson and drunk on him. Even her own arousal is intoxicating for her, and though she knows that this Jackson who is tugging her hair and fucking her face is different from the one who saved her from James, she appreciates and enjoys him for doing it all the same. Tongue extended, she tastes him and moans as the movement of his stiff cock spreads her own saliva along her face on each forward stroke. “I’ll do anything for you, Jackson! I love you!”
Holding himself to her face, Jackson is surprised to see Kendall part her lips and take to nursing his heavy, hanging balls. Like his dick, his balls have swollen and changed. With his dick rigid and towering, he can hardly see her past his pudgy belly. What he can see betrays to him the all-consuming, whorish hunger with which she works. She is slobbering on his balls while his precum gushing cock rests hot and hard against her forehead.
As different as he is right now, this Kendall who is slurping his balls is different, too. The two of them have fucked before, but this is different from sex. This is something more. Her lips are fastened around his balls as a form of affection, of that he is sure, but he knows that if he took it further, she would follow along happily. In this moment, at least, her body is his plaything to use as he pleased, and that was as intoxicating to him as his musky scent was to her.
Jackson strokes himself while she sucks him, and he removes himself from her mouth as his orgasm approaches. Precum runs down the full length of his gargantuan shafting and leaves his palms and fingers sticky as he attends to himself. He stares at Kendall, slouched on her knees, her thighs moistened and her eyes glassy with want. She licks her lips and pants for him like a dog in heat, and he can tell from the way she watches him and his dick that she is awaiting his commands, and he loses himself to the authority he now commands.
Stroking himself, Jackson lined his swollen, sticky crown up with Kendall’s parted, pink lips and whispered, “Open up.” Kendall did as told and opened her mouth wide for him, and she mewled as he slid between her lips. Jackson was gentle with her, but he went deep all the same. It was not long before Kendall was choking on him as he filled her mouth with the thickest, hardest dick she has ever known.
Even as she chokes, though, Kendall wraps her lips around them and tightens them like a noose around his shaft. Her mouth is moist and warm around him, and she is careful to avoid the use of her teeth as her tongue tickles and explores him. She can taste his precum on his dick, and she is surprised both by how good he tastes and how much it turns her on. She was dizzy even without the precum, but now drinking him in, she grows drunk.
Jackson holds Kendall by the hair and watches her do to his cockhead what she had done to his balls with minimal prompting. She slobbers, and she drools, and she froths as she chokes on him, and she does not fight him as he moves her. If anything, she moves to meet him and seems to enjoy the way he invades her and stretches her. With his hand in his hair, Jackson finds that he has to guide her to keep her safe and to prevent her from choking willingly on him. That is how hungry for him she is.
Kendall sucks him eagerly and makes her pleasure known through the wet gurgles of her throat and the satisfied mewls she makes on each backward stroke. Though her jaw is stretched wide around him, she keeps her lips formed to his shaft and massages him as she moves. Her tongue glides along him, coaxing him, teasing him, and appears only briefly to work around his glans or to slide along his urethra as she slurps him.
In all her life, Kendall has never enjoyed a blowjob like this one. She stares him in the eyes as she sucks him, and she holds him by the shaft and strokes him as if she is trying to pull him deep. His grip on her hair is tight, but she enjoys the way he moves her and directs her. She is his woman, after all, and views herself as an extension of him now. His pleasure is her pleasure in a very real way, and each micro-reaction he gives is catalogued and filed away for reference later.
Jackson winces with pleasure as he loses himself and lets her choke on him, and he gasps afterward as he recovers. “Fuck! Your mouth feels incredible, Kendall!” She mewls around him and, though it is difficult to see, he can discern a smile on her stretched, pink lips. It occurs to him then how much she likes it and, as a result, he allows her an inch deeper so that she can tease her throat as he pleases without taking him. That additional inch seems to please her as she batters her uvula with his red-hot crown.
At this point, Jackson is gasping to keep himself steady. It is taking all of his self-control not to plunge himself down her throat and empty into her belly. Judging by her movements and the adoration in her eyes, even if he did, she would be smiling as she suffocated on his cock. At the back of his head, though, he is sober enough to see through the fugue of dominance that has now consumed him. He will regret how he is using her after he comes, and he knows it. That alone is enough to save him from pushing her too far, too fast, lust-drunken as he is.
Kendall, meanwhile, stares him in the eyes as she teases her throat with his thick crown. Each forward stroke is a measured gurgle as her saliva forms a foamy ring around his dick. It is not a delicate blowjob given to prime him for something more later. This is a passionate blowjob given by someone who enjoys blowjobs. Her eyes never waver from his, even as she winces and chokes. She slobbers on him, and she loves him with her gaze as he thickens in her grasp.
Jackson gasps as his fingers tighten in her hair. “Fuck, Kendall! Fuck! I’m getting close, baby! I’m getting close!”
Kendall, smiling around him as best she can, manages to free herself from his dick and strokes his leaking cock against her cheek while she kisses his root. As she gasps, she whines, “Come for me, Jackson! Come for me! Give it to me wherever you want it! Come for me, Jackson!”
Jackson, groaning and going thoughtless in orgasm, feels a sudden urge. He wants to move her, to enter her. He wants to come with her and inside of her. He wants to share this gift with her, but his throbbing is almost painful, like this dick is going to burst open. He needs to shoot, and though he knows it is wrong, he doesn’t feel quite like he can make it. Holding himself to her cheek, Jackson gasps. “Kendall! I’m…I’m coming! I’m sorry! I’m coming!!”
Still staring him in the eyes, Kendall goes wide-eyed as she realizes what he is preparing to do. She has never had a facial before and, staring down his shaft, cannot think of anyone better for her first. She smiles, and she parts her lips to lick him and kiss him as she takes to stroking him with two hands. His cock, saliva-slick in her grasp, gleams and bubbles as precum oozes from his crown, and Jackson writhes in her urging hands.
“Coming, Kendall! Baby, I’m coming!!!”
Kendall strokes him and licks him through his climax. As he comes, she mewls in open hunger while his semen gushes across her face. It is the first facial of her life, and she is surprised by how good his warm cum feels on her skin. She moans, begging him to come and milking him as she does. “Cover me, Jackson! Cover me! Mark me as your woman!!” She is most surprised by how much it does feel to her like he is marking her. This is like baptism to her as she pumps him onto her cheeks, forehead, and even into her hair.
As Jackson comes, Kendall comes, too, and when she is finished, she is covered in his essence. In this way, Jackson not only marks her as his property but also protects her from others. His semen is so thick and so plentiful that she cannot imagine herself as anything but his. Marked like she is and reeking of his musk, there is no way that any man could ever mistake her as single, nor is there any way that another man could feel confident approaching her when she is so clearly taken by another, better male. Jackson’s pungent aroma is now a part of her, and in wearing it, it truly makes her his.
Moreover, the orgasm she gave him in turn triggers an orgasm for her. It is not as good as when he fucks her, but it is still very, very good, and having fucked him, Kendall knows how much better it can still get. The pleasure is similar, however, and has a lingering buzz that fogs her head and leaves her satisfied. She doesn’t want to deify Jackson, but she cannot think of a man more worthy of worship. Were she someone simpler, she might liken him to a god. For right now, however, she sees him as her soulmate and as the one most deserving of this sort of treatment.
Jackson, meanwhile, is breathless as he stands over her. He stares down at beautiful Kendall all covered in cum, and he holds the wall for support as hie legs shake beneath him. “Kendall, sweetie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“Shh,” Kendall says, and she extends a single finger at him while holding his dick to her sticky face. She purses her lips and kisses his cockhead, and then she moans and welcomes him back into her mouth. She sucks him and chokes on him again, and she stares him in the eyes. This is her thank you. It is her gratitude at being given this baptism by sperm, and though Jackson does not understand the pleasure she is taking in him, he cannot deny it, either. He stands there in silence while she slurps him, and then gasps as she releases him with a wet, playful pop. “There’s no need to apologize,” she tells. “You saved me from James twice over now, and you’ve made me feel so good lately. I love this, Jackson, and I love you. You can come on my face whenever you want and as often as you want. At this point, I’m yours.”
Jackson stiffens a bit in her grasp and stares. “R-Really?!”
Kendall licks her lips and nose. He can see a smile beneath all of that sperm and, despite how lewd she looks, he also thinks she looks cute, too. Then, she says, “You can think of me as your very own personal cum rag,” and everything cute about her fades as an intoxicating depravity takes the situation over.
Jackson heard this and gasped, and Kendall laughed while licking and kissing his cockhead. His cum was cooling on her face and dripping from her chin. There was so much of it that he could hardly see her, but she seems to enjoy it, so he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he sighs and slouches while standing over her. “I wanted to fuck you, though.”
“Mm,” Kendall purrs, and she sucks him briefly while cupping his big, swinging balls. “I would have liked that, too, but the facial was good.” She licks him. “Mm. Very, very good.” Her eyes are as glazed as her face as she stares down his shaft. He is limp but still quite large, and Kendall just can’t get over how large he really is. She moans. “Someday, Jackson, I am going to be your wife, and then you can be sweet and gentle with me. Until then, use me how you like because, at this point, I’m into it.”
She emphasizes her point by sucking him back into her mouth and winking. Jackson, unable to navigate these choppy seas, twitches despite himself, and she giggles around him after he does. Using this as her cue to do more, Kendall takes him to the edge of her throat again and then sucks him back to an erection while he holds her hair out her face. After that, he lifts her by the hair and pulls her into a kiss before following her to the bathroom to fuck in the shower while the water goes cold around them.
Meanwhile…
Across town, in Paige’s house, James is alone in Paige’s bedroom staring at his shrinking dick. He is still large, especially compared to what he was before his initial growth, but he cannot get an erection. Last night he had another dream. This time, he saw an empty throne crumbling. The night before, he saw the very same thing, and tonight he is afraid he will see it again. His life feels empty now. He has tasted power and had it stolen from him, and soon he will lose Paige and Oliver, too. He can see their interest fading with second now that he can’t fuck him.
He pulls out his phone to google the nearest place to buy a gun, because with his nose wheezing with each breath he takes, he knows he will need it if he is going to take it all back from Jackson.
