Chapter 162: Circle of Submission
The steam from the sacred springs rose in thick, phantasmal plumes, twisting in the light of the bloated, blood-red moon. The water itself was obsidian dark, yet it glowed from within with a soft, cerulean luminescence, hot but not scalding against the skin. It smelled of volcanic rock and something older, a mineral tang that coated the tongue.
They had emerged here, stepping from the crackling white fissure not into chaos, but into this serene, otherworldly basin. The transition had been seamless, as if the realm itself had anticipated their need for aftercare, for integration.
Now, they lounged in the largest of the pools, the glowing water lapping at their chins. Bodies were strewn across the rocky ledges, limp and sated. The frantic energy of the Pleasure Temple had been burnt away, replaced by a deep, humming fatigue. Ketut floated on her back, her dark hair fanning out around her like spilled ink, a serene smile on her face. Jasmine traced idle patterns on the surface, watching time distort in tiny whirlpools around her fingertips.
Bruce sat on a submerged ledge, the water up to his chest. Camille was nestled against him, her head on his shoulder. His arm was around her, his thumb stroking the damp skin of her upper arm. His normal size had returned, the awe-inspiring thirty inches now a memory etched in sore muscles and stretched tissues.
“I can still feel it,” Lena murmured from a few feet away. She was sitting on the rocky edge, letting the water lap at her feet. “In my ass. Like a phantom fullness.” She shifted, wincing slightly, then grinned. “It’s kinda awesome.”
“You took it like a fucking champion,” Sophia said, her voice rich with admiration. She was stretching her legs, the water sheening her powerful quadriceps.
“We all did,” Isabella said softly, her healer’s gaze moving over the group, assessing. She saw no true damage, only a profound physical saturation. A good kind of tired.
Jake sat apart, on a higher rock overlooking the main pool. He watched them, his young face a careful mask. He had been with them through the transition, a silent, wide-eyed witness to the fractal union and the tearing of the void. The bond was there, thrumming in his chest—a connection to Bruce, to these formidable women, to a power he couldn’t yet touch. He saw their ease with each other, their utter lack of modesty, the way their bodies bore the marks of a shared, extreme experience. He saw Bruce, a man who could reshape reality with his will and his cock, now looking more like a contented lion surrounded by his pride.
He felt a hot, sharp twist in his gut. Not disgust. Envy. A raw, jealous longing. He wanted that. Not just the sex—though the memory of what he’d seen would fuel his private thoughts for years—but the belonging. The absolute, unshakeable certainty of his place. He looked down at his own hands, strong and capable, but merely human. He thought of the weight of the gun he once carried, now so laughably insignificant. He wished, with a sudden, painful fervor, that he had the power to do what Bruce did. To give that. To be that.
“You’re thinking too loud, kid,” a voice said beside him.
He started. Susannah had pulled herself from the water and sat down next to him, silent as a shadow. Water dripped from her long curls onto the dark rock. Her brown eyes held no judgment, only a deep understanding that came from having walked between worlds herself.
“It’s… a lot,” Jake said, his voice rough.
“It is,” Susannah agreed. She followed his gaze to where Bruce sat, Camille now straddling his lap under the water, moving in a slow, sensual
“It is,” Susannah agreed. She followed his gaze to where Bruce sat, Camille now straddling his lap under the water, moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. The water shimmered around their joined hips. “But the thinking don’t help. You’re here. That means something.”
Under the surface, Camille ground down onto Bruce, her head thrown back. The water obscured the details, but the rocking motion of her torso, the way Bruce’s hands gripped her ample ass, told the whole story. A soft, gasping moan drifted across the steamy air.
“It means I’m a spectator,” Jake muttered, the bitterness leaking through.
Susannah studied his profile. “Roland ever talk to you about waiting for the draw?”
Jake glanced at her. “Yeah.”
“This is waiting for the draw. Your power’s in the holster. Don’t mean it ain’t there.” She nodded toward the pool. “And it ain’t all about that. Though that’s a pretty damn fine bonus.”
In the water, Bruce’s hands tightened on Camille. “Ride it, baby,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble heard even across the distance. “Take what you need.”
Camille’s movements became more urgent, less sensual and more desperate. Her hips pistoned, sloshing water over the rocky edge. Her moans grew sharper, punctuated by wet slaps of skin on skin now audible above the pool’s gentle hiss. “Fuck, Bruce… right there. Don’t stop.”
“Never gonna stop,” he growled, bucking up into her. His eyes were closed, face a mask of raw concentration and pleasure.
Jake looked away, his jaw tight. The intimacy was a physical weight. He felt like an intruder in a sacred space.
“Come on,” Susannah said, standing and offering a hand. Her body was a elegant silhouette against the pulsing sky. “Let’s walk. Your eyes are gonna stick like that.”
He took her hand, letting her pull him up. They moved away from the main spring, following a narrow, steaming rivulet of water that cut through the obsidian rock. The sounds of pleasure faded behind them, replaced by the sigh of venting steam and the distant, rhythmic thrum of the planet’s core.
“It’s hard,” Jake finally admitted, the words torn from him. “Seeing him… be that. I had a taste of it. With the Touch. But this…” He gestured vaguely behind them.
“Is a different kind of touch,” Susannah finished. She stepped into a smaller, isolated pool, water up to her waist. “Get in. The water’s for healing.”
Jake stripped off his clothes, leaving them on a dark rock. The air was warm but the comparative coolness on his skin was a shock. He slipped into the pool opposite her, the mineral-rich heat instantly soothing muscles he didn’t know were tense.
“You think Eddie didn’t feel like that sometimes?” Susannah asked, her gaze direct. “He was from a world with pills and airplanes, and he ended up with a gunslinger from another when. He felt small. Useless. Until he learned he wasn’t.”
“This isn’t about being useful,” Jake said, shaking his head. “It’s about being… enough. For them. For… whatever this is.” He meant the family, the cosmic power, the terrifying, wonderful scope of it all.
“You are,” she said, simple and final. Then she smiled, a sly, knowing curve of her lips. “But I reckon you need a different proof. A more immediate one.”
Before he could ask, she moved through the water. It flowed around her like a second skin. She didn’t stop until she was directly before him, the glowing cerulean light illuminating the beautiful, stark planes of her face. She reached beneath the water, her hand finding him. He was already half-hard, a reaction to the atmosphere, the memory, her proximity.
Her fingers wrapped around his length, a firm, knowing grip. He sucked in a breath.
“This is plenty,” she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She began to stroke him, her thumb swiping over the head, spreading the bead of moisture there. “Don’t need to be thirty inches to make a woman feel good, Jake.”
Her other hand came up, cupping his cheek. Her skin was hot from the water. She kissed him. It wasn’t gentle. It was deep, hungry, a claiming. Her tongue pushed past his lips, tasting of minerals and her own unique warmth. He groaned into her mouth, his hands coming up to her shoulders, pulling her closer.
She broke the kiss, her breath hot on his face. “You watch too much. You think it’s about the size, the spectacle.” Her hand continued its slow, maddening stroke under the water. “It’s about this. Connection.”
She guided him, turning them until his back was against the smooth rock wall of the spring. Then she sank down, the water rising to her neck, and took him into her mouth.
The heat was profound, wet, and perfect. Her lips formed a tight seal around him, her tongue working the sensitive underside as she took him deep. Jake’s head slammed back against the rock with a thud. His hands, of their own volition, tangled in her thick, curly hair. “Susannah… god.”
She hummed around him, the vibration shooting straight to his core. She bobbed her head, a relentless, skillful rhythm that spoke of experience and intent. The water lapped, the steam swirled, and Jake’s world narrowed to the devastating suction of her mouth, the scrape of her nails on his thighs.
He was close, embarrassingly fast. “I’m gonna…”
She pulled off with a wet pop, rising out of the water like a goddess. Droplets streamed down her breasts, over her dark nipples, down the defined muscles of her stomach. “Not yet,” she said, her eyes holding his. She hooked a leg over his hip, her other hand positioning him. “Now you do your part.”
She sank onto him in one smooth, liquid motion, sheathing him completely inside her. She was tight, scorching hot, and gloriously wet. Her inner muscles clenched around him in a rhythmic pulse. Jake cried out, a raw sound swallowed by the steamy air.
“That’s it,” she breathed, her forehead touching his. She began to move, rolling her hips in a slow, deep grind. “This is your power. Right here. Making me feel this.”
He thrust up to meet her, their bodies finding a syncopated rhythm. It wasn’t the brutal, world-shaking fucking of the temple. This was intense, personal, a conversation of flesh. He could see every flicker of pleasure on her face, feel every quiver of her body around his.
“You’re not a spectator,” she gasped, picking up the pace. Her breasts brushed against his chest with each movement. “You’re here. With me.”
He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the firm flesh of her ass. He drove into her, each stroke harder, deeper. The water churned around them. He was lost in the feel of her, the rightness of it. This was belonging. This was proof.
Her breath hitched. “Yes. Like that. Fucking give it to me, Jake.”
Her climax hit suddenly, a violent internal clutching that milked his cock. She let out a sharp, bitten-off cry, her body arching, her nails digging into his shoulders. The sight, the feel, the sound of her coming undone for him shattered his last thread of control.
With a guttural groan, he hammered up into her, once, twice, three more times, and erupted. His release was a blinding, white-hot surge, pumping into her depths, his hips jerking against hers with each pulse. She held him tight, milking him through the last shuddering waves.
They stayed like that, joined, breathing raggedly into each other’s shoulders as the water stilled around them. The distant, earthy sigh seemed to echo Jake’s own exhale.
Susannah finally leaned back, her eyes soft. She kissed him, slow and deep. “See?”
He nodded, wordless. He did see.
A soft clearing of a throat made them turn. Lyra stood at the edge of their small pool, her violet eyes gleaming in the gloom. She was naked, water beading on her impossible curves, her hair clinging to her skin like inky vines.
“The draw,” Lyra said, her ancient voice a whisper of dry leaves. “It is time.”
Jake felt a new hum in the air, different from the spring’s energy. It came from him. From the center of his chest, where Susannah still rested against him. A power, long dormant, stirred like a waking beast.
Back at the main spring, Bruce felt it too. His head snapped up, eyes sharp. He gently lifted Camille off him, setting her aside. “Do you feel that?”
All around the pool, the other wives stilled. Lena sat upright. Ketut opened her eyes. Sophia stood, water streaming from her muscular form. They all turned, as one, to look up the path where Jake, Susannah, and Lyra now stood.
The blood-red moon seemed to pulse, casting long, jagged shadows. The hum deepened, resonating in the rock beneath their feet.
Jake stepped from the pool, water sluicing from his body. He didn’t feel like a spectator anymore. He felt a strange, terrifying pull in his gut, a gravity all his own. He looked at his hands. For a fleeting second, they seemed to glow with a faint, golden light.
Bruce stood, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Took you long enough, kid.”
The earth gave a single, monumental shudder. Not a threat. An acknowledgement. The game had changed. The circle now had a new point.
The circle now had a new point.
Jake walked towards the main spring, Susannah's hand in his. The air crackled, a static charge raising the fine hairs on his arms and neck. The other wives had emerged from the water, drawn by the gathering energy. They stood on the dark, glistening rocks, watching him approach, their expressions a mix of curiosity, anticipation, and dawning understanding.
Lyra trailed behind him, her black eyes observing the convergence of powers. Astrild watched from a distance, her cosmic gaze fixed on the space above Jake's head, where the air shimmered like a heat haze.
Bruce stood in the center of them all, a proud, imposing figure with water sluicing down the thick muscles of his chest. "Took you long enough, kid," he said again, but his voice was quieter now, intimate.
"It was waiting for this," Jake said, his own voice surprising him with its steadiness. He felt it coiling in his gut, a sun-white heat, a potential that had been sleeping since the beams were remade. "For all of us. Together."
Camille smiled, her eyes wet. Lena whooped, a sharp, happy sound that echoed off the cliffs. Ketut simply nodded, her empathic senses flooded with the rightness of the moment.
"Then let's not keep it waiting," Bruce said, and his voice held the edge of a command that resonated in the stone beneath their feet.
He stepped forward, placing a hand on Jake's shoulder. The contact was a catalyst. Jake gasped as the power, his power, erupted not outwards, but downwards, a torrent of golden energy focused with pinpoint intent.
In his groin, a searing heat bloomed. It was not pain, but an impossible expansion. He looked down, watching in a detached awe as his own cock began to swell, thicken, lengthen with a swift, organic certainty. Sinew and skin stretched, veins rose like cables, and it grew, surpassing any human measure, filling out to a thick, heavy twenty-four inches. The weight of it was immense, a brutal, living weight.
Beside him, Bruce groaned, a sound of pure pleasure. His own formidable size surged anew, reclaiming the monstrous thirty inches from the temple, the thickness of his wrist, a obscene promise of utter penetration.
The circle tightened instinctively. This was no longer about healing waters or aftercare. The geothermal pool pulsed with a faster rhythm, matching the rapid beating of their hearts.
"So fucking big," Lena breathed, her dark eyes wide with unabashed hunger. She was already touching herself, her fingers slipping between her slick folds. "Look at you both."
"Who's first?" Jasmine asked, her voice husky. She was not asking for permission. She was assessing logistics, her pilot's mind already calculating angles of approach.
Bruce locked eyes with Jake over the shimmering, distorted air between their newly massive cocks. An understanding passed, wordless and perfect. This would be a shared duty, a shared gift.
"Camille," Bruce said, his voice thick. "My heart. Come here."
Camille stepped forward, her curvy body a familiar, beloved offering. There was no fear in her eyes, only a vibrant, eager trust. She kissed Bruce deeply, then turned and did the same to Jake, her mouth soft and hungry. "My boys," she whispered.
"On your hands and knees, baby," Bruce instructed, his hand guiding her down gently onto a smooth, flat section of rock still warm from the spring.
She complied, presenting her large, beautiful ass, still marked from the earlier taking in the temple. Her pussy glistened, already wet and ready.
Bruce positioned himself behind her, the bulbous head of his cock nudging against her asshole. Jake moved in front of her, his twenty-four inches aimed at her dripping entrance.
"Slow," Bruce warned, though his own breathing was ragged. "Together."
Jake nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he guided himself to Camille's opening. The feeling of her heat, her eager wetness, against his new, overwhelming size was almost enough to finish him right there. He steadied himself.
On Bruce's silent count, they pushed forward as one.
Camille screamed. It was a raw,撕裂的 sound that split the steam-filled air. Her body arched, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth rock. Bruce's immense girth breached her ass, a brutal, stretching invasion that burned in the best way. Simultaneously, Jake forced his thick length into her pussy, filling her front with a stretching fullness that stole her breath.
She was impossibly full, stuffed beyond any prior concept, stretched around two shafts of impossible scale. "Oh, God! Oh, fuck! It's too much!" she cried, but her hips pushed back, seeking more.
"Take it," Bruce growled, his control fraying. He pulled back and slammed home, a deep, devastating thrust that shook her entire frame.
Jake mirrored the motion, driving upward, feeling her inner walls clamp and spasm around him. The dual sensation was mind-obliterating. He could feel, through her clenched, straining flesh, the rhythmic pressure of Bruce's cock moving in her ass alongside his own in her pussy.
"That's it, mami," Lena cheered from the circle, her own hand working furiously between her legs. "Take that fucking double dose."
Camille's words dissolved into choked sobs of overwhelming pleasure. Her body convulsed in a violent, continuous orgasm, her muscles fluttering around both invading members. Bruce and Jake found a brutal, synchronized rhythm, pounding into her from front and back, their bodies colliding against her yielding flesh with wet, meaty slaps.
Bruce came first, a guttural roar tearing from his throat as he emptied an impossible volume deep into her bowels. The hot flood triggered another screaming climax from Camille. Jake, feeling her convulse anew and seeing Bruce's release, lost his tenuous control. He hammered into her three more times before his own orgasm ripped through him, jetting into her womb with such force he saw stars.
They withdrew slowly, a messy, wet separation. Camille collapsed onto the rock, boneless and breathless, a pool of their combined release spreading beneath her. Isabella was there instantly, her healing hands glowing as they passed over Camille's stretched and trembling form, soothing without removing the profound, satiated ache.
Bruce and Jake, their cocks still fiercely erect, looked at the circle of waiting women. Their faces were alight with a fierce, shared hunger.
"Lena," Jake said, the power humming in his voice making it an edict.
Lena didn't need to be told twice. She was on the ground in an instant, rolling onto her back, her legs spread wide and high. "Yes! Fuck, yes! Give it to me, Jake. You take this perfect pussy. Let Bruce wreck this ass."
They took their positions. Jake aligned his massive cock with her wet, welcoming entrance. Bruce coated his length with the copious fluids leaking from her and pressed against her tight rear hole.
"Wait," Lena panted, her eyes wild with anticipation. She looked at Briana. "Sombra's Sombra. Make it… don't let it end. Don't let the feeling stop."
Briana, the goddess of cessation, smiled a wicked smile. She placed a hand on Lena's heaving stomach. "I'll sustain the peak. You'll feel every second."
Then they pushed. Lena's back bowed off the rock, her mouth a silent 'O' of shock before sound returned as a sustained, ear-shattering wail. Jake's thickness filled her pussy to bursting. Bruce's greater girth breached her ass, a searing, perfect stretch. Briana's power took hold, locking Lena's nerves in a state of perpetual, heightened sensitivity.
They fucked her with a relentless, driving pace. Lena's cries were continuous, a soundtrack of overwhelmed ecstasy. Her eyes lost focus, seeing only the red moon and the faces of her family watching, their own hands busy, their own needs climbing.
She came immediately, a shockwave that should have left her senseless. But Briana's power held her on the edge, the orgasm not receding but plateauing, a relentless wave of pleasure that made her entire world a white-hot pinpoint of sensation. Bruce and Jake pumped into her, their own releases coming in hot, overlapping floods that Briana's power made feel endless.
One by one, they were taken. Sophia, the goddess of strength, demanded the roughest treatment, and they gave it to her, pounding her athletic body until her powerful legs shook uncontrollably. Ketut, the empath, took them with serene grace, her eyes open and locked on theirs, feeling their pleasure as her own in a feedback loop that left them all gasping. Jasmine used her control over time to make the penetration last an eternity, savoring each millimeter of their girth splitting her open.
Freya screamed as they filled her, her full breasts bouncing with each thrust. Susannah met their force with a warrior's grit, her cries sounding like battle chants. Lyra and Astrild took them together, their ancient bodies accepting the double invasion with a cosmic sigh of relief, their powers of null and creation intertwining in the shared space between the two pounding cocks.
Julianna's control over fire and water made the experience a wild alternation between scorching heat and cooling relief. Anya, the amplifier, sent waves of intensified sensation through the entire group with every touch, every thrust. Isabella, even as she healed the minor strains, took her turn with a doctor's focused intensity, cataloging every glorious, devastating sensation.
Susan Delgado cried out Roland's name once, then Bruce's, then Jake's, as they claimed her completely, overwriting old grief with new, shattering pleasure. Finally, it was just Jake and Bruce, standing surrounded by their spent, radiant wives who lay in a gloriously wrecked circle on the warm stone.
The red moon hung low, a silent witness. The springs steamed and sighed. Jake looked at Bruce, then at the incredible women, his family. The power still thrummed in him, not just in his groin, but in his blood, in his soul. He was no longer a spectator. He was a point of convergence. A source.
Bruce clapped a hand on his shoulder, the gesture firm, approving, brotherly. No words were needed. The proof, immense and glistening, stood before them. The circle was complete. The power was awake. And their world, their vast and impossible family, had just been irrevocably changed.