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5 - Worship (r18) [MKAV]
🕑 Added 2024-03-19 18:12:36 +0000 UTCWarning: Explicit Content
{Unnamed Manor, Greater Manchester}
{23rd August 1986}
Mastery and Magic.
Matteo had the ability to master and improve in anything and everything he tried, along with the power to bend the world itself to his will.
The power that he had at his fingertips... it was honestly terrifying.
And those world-shattering abilities belonged to a child, a child that that Camilla Brooke had ended up swearing her eternal, undying loyalty to.
A child she now worshiped as a god.
'A child that's very...' she thought back to their first meeting, just a few weeks ago, where Matteo had proposed to cure her one moment, before taking her to a random, empty mansion off the coast of California, and utterly ruining her the next.
She blushed. 'Forceful.'
Well, she didn't particularly mind. Not at all.
Matteo was many things, and even if she literally couldn't go against him... she didn't mind. Not only was the idea of being entirely subservient to Matteo more than a little arousing, she was also certain that, even if the binding magic he had used on her was lifted, Camilla still wouldn't mind. Since even if she was under Matteo's 'control,' her deity was the most benevolent ruler that one could ask for.
And while he had literally asked her to 'worship' him, he made sure to explain that he didn't mean it in the traditional sense. He wasn't going to smite her if she did something wrong, and she was allowed to have her own opinions. No, he just wanted to be 'the answer to her everything,' which she understood... kind of.
Camilla could see how the idea of being worshiped was arousing– even if her own, er, fetishes were a little different. She was honestly still surprised that Matteo had so readily revealed his mutation to her, but then again, she was his.
Wholly and utterly his.
That was why Matteo hadn't bothered to hide anything from her, so whenever she asked him a question, he'd just... answer.
That was why she knew exactly why he had approached her. She was a hot woman, she had a connection to him that could explain their circumstances leading to adoption, and she was going to die, something that he could exploit.
It was a little humbling to know that she would only continue living because she was a cute teacher that happened to work at Matteo's school.
Then there were Matteo's actual abilities.
When Camilla had asked again why he'd so readily reveal his powers, especially in a world littered with telepaths, Matteo had simply answered, "you wanted to know, didn't you? Besides, even if you told the world what I was capable of, which you won't, it doesn't matter. Since knowing that I can master anything in an instant... it doesn't really reveal anything, does it?"
Which was true.
Mastery wasn't like most powers. Super Strength and Telekinesis were one thing, you could plan around those, but Mastery... it wasn't something you could so easily define.
Especially when Matteo had access to Magic.
Then there was Matteo's life before meeting her, which was... a touchy subject, to say the least.
Camilla knew that something must've happened, she knew that Matteo was an 8-year-old orphan with a verifiable identity, and he had hinted that his physical age differed from his mental one... but that was all she really knew.
The last tidbit, at least, had explained the whole... inclination towards sex, and it made her feel a little better about it. Not that she felt particularly guilty, with Matteo having total, absolute control over her very being.
But those things hadn't really bothered Camilla, not really.
It was nearly everything else that had.
The fact that they would have to erase all documented traces of her cancer, both physical and digital, since the government was monitoring all medical records for any 'discrepancies' and 'miraculous recoveries.' If Camilla were to just miraculously recover from her cancer overnight, without any major political connections, chances were she'd just disappear.
Then there was the existence of mutant experimentation, and how the public image of mutant-kind is constantly misconstrued by the government and a few select organizations to condone and foster said experimentation.
The government was– no, it IS actively sanctioning human experimentation.
She had nearly asked Matteo why he hadn't done something about it, but then she realized that while Matteo wasn't necessarily a bad person, he definitely wasn't a 'hero.' But as if he could read her mind, which Matteo most definitely could, he replied, "I'm not strong enough to fight the world, either."
That just led Camilla to fear what else was out there.
To which he answered.
Martians, Asgardians, entire pantheons, galactic empires... Camilla was utterly terrified.
Well, she just had to believe in Matteo. He was all that she would ever need.
But despite discovering the horrors hiding just out of sight of the public eye, Camilla's life the last few weeks had improved spectacularly.
First off was her recovery. Not only did her fatigue and aches immediately vanish, but after a few 'fixes' implemented by Matteo, she felt better than ever. Literally. Matteo described her as 'peak-human,' which meant Camilla was pretty much the pinnacle of what a human could be, without actual enhancements.
'He truly is a god,' she thought fondly, reverently.
Camilla could now run for hours without even getting winded, she was stronger than the average adult male, and she could, er, hold her breath for twenty-two minutes.
Not to mention that she was immortal now. That was... wow.
She'll process that one later.
Then, just a week after 'adopting' Matteo, she stumbled upon 6.3 million pounds.
It was a gift from one Mrs. Richards, who was supposedly 'an old friend of her mother's,' as well as a major stockholder of both Ford and General Motors. Camilla knew right away that Matteo had something to do with it– and when she had asked him about it, he had simply grinned, saying, "you aren't the only woman who doesn't want to die."
Camilla idly wondered how many 'sugar-mommies' he was going to acquire.
And now, just a few days later, the two of them were looking at houses together, accompanied by one Chloe Shaffer. With black hair, brown eyes, glasses, sparse freckles, and massive breasts, Chloe was a cute up-and-coming realtor who, given the house that she was currently presenting, had already made it quite big.
"With three stories, six bedrooms, seven baths, and 1 half bath– this manor sits just above 12,000 square feet total," Chloe said, gesturing towards the mansion that they were standing just outside of. "Not to mention the three full acres of surrounding land, or the pools."
"The pools?" Camilla asked, curious.
"Yes indeed," Chloe answered. "Two pools– one for lounging, one for swimming."
"Of course," Camilla said absentmindedly. Why anyone would need two pools was beyond her, but she wasn't going to question it. She was rich now.
<I'm liking this one.>
Camilla opened her mouth to respond, but immediately felt invisible hands close her lips together before she could answer. She blushed, embarrassed by her mistake.
'Sorry...' she responded, this time within her mind.
<Don't apologize. It's fine for you to be distracted,> Matteo gave her a generous onceover, one that was way too obvious for her not to notice. <I'm almost always distracted.>
'Muuu, Matty...'
"Shall we tour the house?" Ms. Shaffer asked, oblivious.
'Lead the way,' Camilla answered, only to blush once more. She could literally feel Matteo's amusement seeping into her mind.
"L-Lead the way."
"Are you alright? You look a little red, Ms. Brooke," Chloe asked, hesitant.
"I'm fine," Camilla assured, her face only getting redder.
"Very well. I'll start the tour."
Camilla could see why Matty liked this one. It was luxurious, and while it had some victorian-esque architecture, most of it had been refurbished quite nicely, if not outright rebuilt entirely. The amount of land was also massive, giving it the feeling of being 'secure.' While the allotted land was quite large, the house itself wasn't overly so.
And the pools, along with the diving boards, were very nice.
Even if having two pools was a bit excessive.
However, as the three of them were touring the property, Camilla got an... interesting message from Matteo.
<Oh, wow. She's nearly as bad as you.>
'Wait, what is it?' Camilla thought.
<Chloe Shaffer. She's lusting over me right now... no, wait, she's lusting over you. Or at least, the image of you fucking me.>
Camilla blushed. 'That's... wow.'
<Oh, and you found that hot, huh? Is this just how British women are?>
'Of course not!' she defended fiercely, but not with any real heat. 'So–' she started, before immediately stopping herself from asking something so embarrassing.
<So... so what? Wait, let me see...> Camilla felt Matteo's presence delve into her mind, bringing an image she very much didn't want Matteo to see to the forefront of her thoughts.
<Oh– oh wow, Camilla. I have no words.>
'I c-can explain!' she pleaded, not able to explain herself in the slightest.
<Explain what? Do you not want to do it?>
Camilla stilled. 'C-Can we?'
<Oh, I just love how submissive you are,> she blushed again. <You can take the lead whenever you're ready.>
That just left the question– how exactly was she going to go about this?
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{Unnamed Manor, Greater Manchester}
{10 Minutes Later}
"What do you think of the property, Ms. Brooke?"
"I'm liking it quite a bit," Camilla answered, partly for herself and partly for Matty, "despite coming with three whole acres of land, the house itself isn't too big... it's snug."
"So you've decided?"
Camilla turned to Matteo, "what do you think, Matty?"
"It's nice."
"I'm glad you both like it," Chloe smiled, "do either of you have any questions?"
"Just one," Camilla answered, clearing her throat. She had spent the last ten minutes mulling over exactly how to go about 'breaking' Ms. Shaffer. Matteo had helped quite a bit, providing her with a list of Chloe's likes, dislikes, and fetishes.
And about how Chloe didn't necessarily despise mutants.
"Have you ever heard of the term 'mutant?'"
"Mutants?" Chloe asked, surprised. "...I've heard of them. That's the term for people with superpowers, right–? Or at least, those born with them."
"That's right," Camilla answered. "A lot of their powers are flashy, but some are a bit more subtle... for example, I can sense intent."
"You– w-what?"
"I said I can sense you lusting over me and my son." Camilla lied, a lie so blatant that Chloe was forced to believe it.
Chloe's face immediately paled.
"So? What do you have to say for yourself?"
Chloe immediately dropped to the ground, bowing her head, mortified. "I-I'm sorry! P-Please, please don't tell anyone...!"
"How is that an apology?" Camilla scoffed. "'Don't tell anyone?' Really?"
Chloe lifted her head again, only to immediately lower it at Camilla's gaze. Matteo just watched the interaction, amused. All three of them were aroused at this point.
"Please! I-I... I'll do anything!"
"...You'll do anything?" Camilla asked sardonically, before continuing, "do I even want to know what you mean by that, you cock-crazed slut?"
"T-That's not what I meant!" Chloe squealed, flushing red at the insinuation.
Then Camilla kneeled down next to the poor girl, before whispering, "so, are you trying to say that you wouldn't do anything? That if I wanted to, lets say, fuck your face on Matty's cock until you passed out... you wouldn't do that?"
"W-What?" Chloe squeaked. 'There's no way I heard that right, right?'
"You heard me perfectly," Camilla said softly, slowly raising Chloe's head off the ground. The busty realtor's eyes widened when Matteo's massive cock flopped onto her face, all 13 inches of it pushing her glasses askew. She gulped.
"O-Oh my..." Chloe muttered as she took in the sight of Matteo's mast.
It was far too big for a growing boy.
Then Camilla guided the tip of Matteo's cock to Chloe's lips, saying, "you said that you'd do anything, didn't you?"
"I... I did..." she panted, her eyes clouding with lust.
"Then open your mouth," Camilla commanded, "and serve."
Chloe readily opened her lips, and Camilla palmed the back of Chloe's head, forcing her to take all of Matteo into her gullet. Then Camilla roughly forced her up and down Matteo's shaft, forcing her to choke and drool over Matteo's cock.
"Gaghk! Gaghk! Gaghk!"
"You like this, don't you?" Camilla cooed. "You like being used, abused. Humiliated. You love being treated like the bitch, whore, slut that you are, don't you, Chloe?"
"Gaghk! Gaghk! Gaghk!"
Chloe would answer 'yes' if she could. She didn't know what was happening, she didn't know if she was hallucinating, but she didn't care. She was in heaven.
The thought of resisting never crossed her mind– the closet pervert loved the idea of being a cocksleeve, used entirely for her tormentor's pleasure. Only existing to be used, to be relentlessly facefucked on Matteo's cock. And as the bitch-breaker of a cock slicked in and out of her throat, Chloe's pussy drooled, unable to hide the signs of her arousal.
She was in love.
"She's enjoying it too much," Camilla said, making Chloe shudder, "make it bigger."
Before Chloe could even think about what Camilla meant by that, what was once thirteen became sixteen. Matteo's cock filled the entire length of her throat, and even further, as if her body was molding to fit him.
Then Matteo's cock visibly widened, and Chloe could've sworn that her jaw dislocated.
Then Camilla slowly pulled Chloe back, her spit and drool coating Matteo's length... before slamming her back down Matteo's cock again. And again. And again.
"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK!"
Chloe felt her eyes water, her thoughts growing hazy. The lack of air was getting to her, and she couldn't help but feel that Camilla was going to keep her word.
She was truly going to pass out on Matty's cock.
"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK!"
Then with a grunt, Matteo cummed.
His gunk spewed out of the sides of Chloe's mouth, out of her nose. For a few seconds, Chloe relaxed, thinking that her torment was finally over... before Camilla thrusted her face down Matty's cock once more. Even though he had just came, Matteo was still just as hard.
"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK!"
Chloe gagged and gurgled as cum bubbled out of her mouth and nose. She was certain that, if things continued as they were, she was going to die.
"Don't worry," Camilla soothed her, "you won't die. In fact, now that you belong to Matty, you aren't allowed to die. All you're allowed to do is choke– and gag– and choke– again, and again, and again, your only task to serve Matteo, forever and ever..."
"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK!"
"That's what you want, isn't it? To be a slave to cock, to Matty's cock. No longer able to think about anything besides being choked and fucked... for the rest of your slutty life."
"Gaghk! Yeshk! Yeshk!"
Then Camilla finally pulled Chloe off Matteo member, and just as she started panting for air, she was coated in a thick layer of cum. Matteo's gunk coated Chloe's hair, her face, her neck, and her massive J-cups breasts, seeping into the confines of her bra.
There must've been nearly a gallon of it.
"T-That... that was... amazing," Chloe panted.
Camilla didn't say it aloud, but she readily agreed. She would always be subby to Matty– it was hard for her to dom a deity, after all– but ruling over a third party as they both fucked Matty, well, that was something she could do.
She was just sad that things seemed to be coming to an end– 'Wait.'
Camilla was struck with a rather brilliant idea, and with one glance at Matteo's feral grin, she knew that she had the green-light.
"Swear it on your soul," Camilla whispered. "Swear your undying loyalty to Matteo. Our owner, our master, our deity. Swear to do whatever he asks of you."
"H-Huh?" asked Chloe, slightly confused.
"I'm not Matteo's mother, not truly. No, he is my owner, my master, my deity. Just by being his follower, I am immortal, and constantly bathed in his essence," she let out a content sigh, "there is truly no greater feeling..."
"I, um, I'm not sure I understand..." Chloe muttered, looking up at Matteo in a new light.
He grinned back.
"You don't have to understand," she assured her, "Just ask yourself– do you want to serve Matteo, staying by his side until the end of time... feeling the heights of pleasure... for eternity... or do you want to leave, wondering until the day you die, what could've been?"
Chloe took a moment to think... before letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"I'll do it."
"Then swear on it," Camilla commanded.
"I swear my undying loyalty to you, Matteo. I swear to–" she blushed– "to do whatever you ask of me, for eternity. I swear it on my soul."
Then Chloe gasped as she felt Matteo's essence envelope her very being, soothing her, making her feel a peace she didn't know was possible. "Wow..."
"Amazing, isn't it?" Camilla asked, to which Chloe nodded. "Remember– Matteo is our owner, our master, our deity. He is all that we will ever need."
"Matteo is our owner, our master, our deity. He is all that we will ever need," Chloe recited, almost as if she was committing the words to memory.
Matteo raised an eyebrow at that, but he didn't say anything.
After all, it was pretty fucking hot.
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