We return inside the cabin, Vlada still barely speaking. She drops the still-unconscious Janine next to the door like a sack of groceries, and then moves Nolan into his room, carefully laying him out on the bed. Slowly, she begins to strip. I can’t believe what I’m seeing.

“What are you…what are you doing, Vlada?”

She looks up at me—and I see for the first time how different her eyes are. They were green before, but they’re shining now, filled with a light that I couldn’t ever possibly trace the origins of.

“You know exactly what I am doing, child.” She smiles. “I am taking care of our Lord.”

“L-lord?”

“He is our Lord and Savior. Our Holy Monument to All That is Right and True. I must attend to Him. He requires rest.” She smiles deeply. “And adoration, so that He may regain His Power.”

Her accent remains, but there’s something new in her voice. A kind of warmth I’ve never heard before, a deep, delectable confidence that makes me want to slide my tongue over her mouth until I figure it out for myself.

Soon, Vlada is naked, and I’m watching, more turned on than I ever have been in my life. Her nipples are erect and large, like little raspberries, and her body is sleek and shiny. She doesn’t even seem to feel the cold in the cabin, and I have to tell you, I don't either. It’s like there’s a heat source in here more powerful than any fire. More soothing. More safe.

My pussy is pulsing so fucking hard.

“You may watch, naturally,” says Vlada. “The Master would approve. Your virgin mind must learn how to please him sooner than later.”

“I can…I can watch?” Even I can't tell if I'm scared or excited.

“Yes. But only if you touch yourself. Otherwise, I’ll shut the door.”

I can…I can watch. I can watch Vlada fuck Nolan. Oh fuck.

This is all so weird, so unexpected. My stomach is twisting, my arousal levels off the charts. I never knew how badly I fucking wanted to see those two fucking until she just offered it, but now I know I want it more than anything. There’s a hot, sweet scent in the air, filling all my thoughts with vicious, brutal rutting, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from falling to my knees right then.

“Vlada,” I say, stepping forward to the doorway. She blocks me—so protective of Nolan. Her naked body is right in front of me, sleek, her pussy dripping wet down her thighs. I feel a hot flash of affection for her; how can I not? She’s so fucking pretty, and from every part of her body language, I can tell that all she wants to do in this life is serve him.

Serve him like I want to serve him.

Like we could be slaves to him. Together. Worshiping at the altar of his enormous cock.

“Vlada,” I say again, stumbling over her beautiful name. “I…I want to understand. But I don’t. I’m s-so worried about you, about him, and I want…I just want to…”

She strokes my face, smiling and nodding. “You want to be a good girl for Master.”

A low little mewling moan comes out from my mouth. Fuck. Fuck, that is exactly what I want. My knees knock together audibly.

“Vlada, that’s…that’s not fair. I want…I want to make sure—”

“You want to make sure you’re not left out, darling.”

She says it like “dahlink.” My cunt gushes. Panties totally soaked.

“I understand totally,” she continues. “Master has room for all of us. I promise.” She lands a soft little kiss on my lips, and my pussy spasms uncontrollably, bringing me so close to orgasm that I nearly fall down right then and there. “Be a good girl, now, and stay right there. Watch me while I attend him…and finger your little good girl cunt.”

I have to obey. I have to. I have to do what she says. I kick off my pants and then my panties, finger slowly circling around my clit as Vlada climbs on the bed with Nolan. In moments, she has him naked, ripping his clothes off like they’re paper.

Then, winking at me one more time with those bright shining green eyes, she slides her mouth over his half-hard cock.

Immediately, I feel a hot, unexpected, outside twinge of arousal. It’s like Nolan’s pleasure is making me hotter, whether I want it or not. Vlada's mouth works beautifully up and down his thick, hardening cock. I can see rivulets of precum sliding out from beyond Vlada's mouth. In moments, he's perfectly hard—and he's huge.

Like, he's bigger than I ever could have imagined him being. Enormous. At least a foot of cock, and thick, so thick I don't think my virgin cunt could take him.

He's hung like a god. It’s a full foot, maybe more, and I’m not exaggerating. Vlada has her lips stretched around the crown and she can’t take even a third of him. The head is broad and flushed a deep plum color, smooth and shining wet, with a ridge around the base of it that flares out wider than her jaw. The slit at the tip beads with clear fluid that keeps welling up and running down in slow, thick strings.

The shaft is heavy and dark, swollen, wider than my wrist. Veins run up the length of it in thick, ropy lines, and they throb visibly, one beat after another, so that the whole cock seems to nod in the air with each pulse. The skin looks tight and hot. Where Vlada’s saliva coats it, it shines in the light from the window, and when she pulls her mouth away, a long sliver of precum and saliva connects her lips to the massive throbbing head.

Vlada continues to moan and worship, whispering soft phrases in a language I don't understand—a language that doesn't even sound Russian, or Scandinavian. It sounds old, full of tongues and harsh syllables.

Slowly, he begins to stir. His hand rises up and pushes into the thick dark mass of Vlada's hair. She moans girlishly—submissively, utterly pleased—as he groans in approval. His hips begin to buck upward, fucking her mouth even as she forcefully slides herself up and down. Her hand is quick and slick with his precum, jerking up and down the shaft of his immensity while her lips rotate around his enormous cockhead.

Vlada’s whole body shudders. Her thighs clamp shut around nothing, her knees sliding on the sheets, and a long, cracked moan vibrates out of her throat and around the thick flesh stuffed in her mouth. Nolan’s hips snap up again and she takes it, her cheeks hollowing, her lips stretched white around the base of the crown. Spit runs down her chin and drips off in ropes onto his thighs. She’s cumming. I can see it in the flex of her stomach, in the way her ass lifts off her heels and drops again, over and over, without anyone touching her.

Her eyes have rolled up. Her lashes flutter. The bright green is mostly gone, a thin ring under half-lowered lids, and her mouth is slack and wet and stretched around him, her tongue lolling flat along the underside of his cock. She looks empty. Pleased and empty and completely stupid. A little whimper leaks out of her every time he thrusts, high and breathy, the sound of a girl who has forgotten every word she ever knew.

My fingers are slick to the knuckle. I’m rubbing my clit in tight, fast circles, my other hand pinching my nipple through three layers of sweater and thermal, and the heat of it is making me dizzy. I can smell myself, hot and musky, mixing with the heavy scent of his precum and her saliva, and the cabin air is thick and sweet. My thighs are shaking. I’m standing in the doorway with my pants around my ankles, one hand buried between my legs, the other clawing at my own chest, and I can’t stop watching.

Nolan groans again, louder this time, and his hand tightens in Vlada’s hair. He pulls her down, pushing her head lower, and she takes another inch of him. Her throat bulges. I can see the outline of his cockhead pushing out against the side of her neck, the skin stretching taut. She gags, a wet, choking sound, and a thick flood of saliva pours out around her lips and coats his shaft and balls. She doesn’t pull back. Her eyes stay open, glassy and unfocused, and she swallows around him, her throat working, milking him.

He pulls her up by the hair and her mouth pops off with a thick, wet sound. A long strand of precum and spit connects her swollen lips to the flushed head of his cock, stretching, swinging, breaking. She gasps for air, her chest heaving, and her face is slack and stupid and beautiful. Drool runs down her chin and she doesn’t wipe it. Her mouth stays open, tongue out, waiting.

He pushes her head back down and she takes him again, deeper this time. Her nose presses flat against his stomach. Oh fuck. She’s taking him so good.

Janine stirs from her sleep. I see her out of the corner of my eye, so utterly unwilling to look away from the most perfect thing I’ve ever witnessed—even more perfect than my dream last night.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she asks me.

I know she only see me, naked from the waist down, my fingers buried up in my hot virgin cunt. Every part of me so sweaty and hot, my mouth cooing and mewling constant moans of delight. I don’t give a fuck. What’s she going to do about it? I’m witnessing history. I’m witnessing something important.

“Stop that,” says Janine. She sniffs, and I know she can smell him in the air. His majesty. His greatness. His masculinity, his virility. “Stop…stop touching yourself.”

I don’t, continuing to finger my beautiful young pussy as I watch Nolan push Vlada off his cock. She and I both let out a disappointed moan, but only for a moment. He grabs her by the throat and slams her hard against the wall—but Vlada just grins, moaning with lust and spreading out her legs wide. He pushes into her easily, like they're machine parts, made for one another, and her legs wrap around his thick muscular waist. He looks different than just moments ago. More toned. More muscular. So strong. He was holding Vlada against the wall with one hand like she weighed as much as a feather.

Quickly his cock slides rightup inside her dripping wet cunt. She moans, contorting, her face pained for a moment like...like...like somehow she's a fucking virgin all of a sudden.

Like something in that temple made her a virgin just so that would be all he fucked.

I'm losing my mind. He's pounding Vlada against the wall. His muscles are so thick, his back rippling like ropes on water. I want to whisper in his ear how much I’ll obey him until the end of time. I don’t want to leave a single doubt in his head about what a happy, perfect, pretty slave I’ll be for him.

Vlada is cumming constantly, moaning out sweet affirmatives, promising audibly like I am internally that she will worship Nolan forever.

“My God!” she moans again and again. “My God! You are my God! Fill me, my God! Make me pregnant! Breed me, my God, oh please! Please, yes, fill me!”

Janine is annoyed now, but also clearly turned on. I can hear it in her voice.

“I said, stop—”

She crosses the threshold of the door and sees the incredible scene beyond.

The force with which Nolan is fucking Vlada makes it obvious that the entire cabin should be shaking—if not completely breaking apart. His muscles, huge and powerful, use all of their force to drive into Vlada's beautifully contorted body. She kisses him madly on the lips, on the neck, all over his face, dedicated her every last breath and heartbeat to him.

“Yes!” she moans. “I worship only You, my God! I Love Only You!”

Nolan drives into her with a force that should snap her spine. His hips slam forward and the wall behind Vlada shudders, dust sifting down from the ceiling beams, a picture frame rattling off its nail and clattering to the floor. Her back thumps against the boards each time, hard enough to leave the wood dented, and her head knocks with it, and she doesn’t seem to feel any of it. Her body takes every blow and glows a deeper flush for it.

The sound is wet and brutal. Skin smacks skin in a rapid, heavy rhythm, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust, and between the slaps is a thick, sucking squelch as his cock drags out of her and slams back in. Her cunt is stretched tight around the girth of him, the lips swollen and dark and gripping, and every time he pulls back a shining slick of her wetness comes with him, coating the veined length of his shaft down to the base. It runs down her thighs. It drips off his balls onto the floorboards, where a small puddle is spreading.

His hands are wrapped around her hips, fingers digging into the flesh of her ass so hard they leave white marks that flood red the instant he moves. He lifts her off the wall on every stroke.

He is. So. Strong.

“You are my slave.” His voice is deep and booming. Hardly recognizable as Nolan's at all—but I know it's him. “You belong to me. You worship me. You are the First. The First of my Followers, and so shall you ever be...” he huffs, groaning in pleasure. “...ever be blessed. Eternally. Beautiful and young. Forever.”

“Yes!” Vlada moans. I can see the power flooding into her from all his precum. I can see her eyes glowing and shining ever brighter, her limbs responding in kind to his forceful, endless thrusts. “Please! Cum in me! Breed me! Make me yours! Deliver me your power, my God!”

Roaring like an animal, Nolan unleashes, cumming hard inside Vlada—so much that it floods out from her tight Russian pussy, slipping down their bodies and pooling on the ground. She orgasms audibly, shaking and thrashing in his huge, impossibly strong grip. And as he empties in her, he's still growing, getting visibly stronger and taller, his body overflowing with masculine force.

And Janine and I cum too. Janine isn't even touching herself, but she cums, and I cum harder than her, bucking and moaning, leaning into her legs as she struggles to stand against the door frame, our bodies overwhelmed with the seemingly endless thrusts of belly-floating lust being powered outward by this amazing coupling.

Oh Daddy, I keep thinking, uncontrollably, as the pleasure coursing through me. Oh Mommy. Oh Daddy. Fuck Mommy so good, oh Daddy, oh fuck her please! Fuck her so right! Breed her, yes!

Nolan, finally finishing in Vlada to completion, lets her drop to the ground. Vlada futilely tries to stretch upward, her body totally exhausted by the God above her. I can see his new muscle definition, his growth in his height, the kind of God he’s become.

He's everything any woman could want in a man, and even though I've just cum, I'm soaking in need. Marinating. Every part of me wants him.

“Now then,” he says, smiling at Janine and I, both of us dripping wet with sweat and arousal. “Which one of you would like to be bred next?”