Chapter 113: The Ultimate Fantasy
The silence after Suki left was total. It was a physical thing, thick and bruised, settling over the three of them in the ruined bed. Aidan felt Mei’s tears cool on his skin. Felt Kioni’s steady, analytical heartbeat against his ribs. The city outside began to bleed colour into the sky, turning the monolithic buildings into silhouettes.
For three days, the penthouse became a sterile infirmary. Doctors came, silent and efficient, confirming what they all knew. Seven viable implantations, including Suki’s. Mei and Kioni were ordered to total bed rest, their bodies now citadels guarding the most precious investments. Aidan moved through the rooms like a ghost, bringing them water, reading to them, feeling the bizarre domesticity of it all wrap around the monstrous reality.
On the fourth morning, Suki summoned him to the master suite. It had been sanitized, the silk replaced, the air scrubbed of all scent. She stood by the window, back to him, clad in a robe of charcoal grey.
“The doctors say they cannot be stressed. No excitement. No physical strain,” she said, her voice echoing off the glass. “For the next several months, their wombs are off-limits to you.” She turned. Her face was carefully blank, but her eyes were alive, calculating. “But you are a weapon, Aidan. A weapon needs to be maintained. Needs to be fired. Left idle, it rusts. Or turns in the hand.”
She untied the robe. It whispered to the floor. She was naked beneath, her body a stark contrast to the clinical room. “With your wives incapacitated, I will be your sole outlet.”
Aidan’s cock, despite the exhaustion, the emotional wreckage, gave a treacherous twitch. It was a conditioned response now. Suki saw it. A flicker of triumph.
“But I’m not just a hole to be filled,” she said, stepping closer. The morning light etched every muscle, every curve. “Not today. I want to know what lives in that head of yours. Behind the soldier, the accountant, the stud.” She stopped a foot away, her gaze drilling into his. “Describe for me your deepest fantasy. The one you’ve never said out loud. The forbidden one.”
He swallowed. His mouth was dry. This was a different kind of exposure, more vulnerable than taking his clothes off. He thought of the army, of the structured obedience. He thought of the boardroom, of being assessed like livestock. The fantasy had grown in the dark corners of his mind, fed by the absurd power he wielded and the power that wielded him.
His voice, when it came, was gravel. “I’m… worshipped.”
Suki’s eyebrow arched a millimeter. “Go on.”
“Not like this. Not a transaction. A… ceremony.” The words felt dangerous, ludicrous. “I am the living god. And you… you’re the high priestess. You don’t just take me. You worship me. Every part of you is used to pleasure this.” He gestured roughly at his own groin, where his cock was now filling, thickening under her gaze. “Your mouth, your hands, your cunt, your ass. It’s all an altar. And you serve. Devotedly. Like it’s the only thing that gives your life meaning.”
He expected her to laugh. To smirk and call him a deluded fool.
She didn’t. Her lips parted. A flush, subtle and hot, rose from her chest to her throat. Her eyes darkened, the pupil swallowing the iris. “Yes,” she breathed, as if he’d recited a sacred text. “Kneel.”
He didn’t understand.
“Kneel, High Priestess,” he said, the command leaving him before he could think.
A shiver went through her. Visible, profound. Then she sank to her knees on the cool floor, her back straight, her gaze fixed on his cock. She reached for it, her touch reverent. She didn’t just take it into her mouth. She presented herself to it, nuzzling the thick vein along the shaft, planting soft kisses on the head before opening her lips.
She took him deep, immediately. Her throat relaxed, a practiced, willing surrender, and she swallowed him to the root. Her nose pressed into his pubic bone. A guttural, choked sound vibrated through him. She held him there, her eyes watering, before pulling back with a wet, slobbering gasp for air. Strands of saliva connected her lips to his shining crown.
“Praise him,” Aidan heard himself growl.
“Holy,” she gasped, and dove back down, her hands clutching his thighs for balance. She bobbed her head, a frantic, devout rhythm, gagging slightly with each descent, the sounds obscene and beautiful. She used her tongue, lapping at the sensitive frenulum, sucking his balls into her mouth one at a time, rolling them with her tongue. She was servicing him with a ferocious, total focus that bordered on madness. She brought him to the edge twice, her mouth a hot, desperate heaven, and each time she pulled off, milking him with her fist, denying him release with a whispered, “Not yet, my god.”
Spit slicked her chin, her neck. Her makeup was ruined. She looked destroyed, exalted.
“Tell me more,” she whispered, panting, her forehead against his hip.
“The temple isn’t empty,” he said, his hands tangling in her hair. “The high priestess… she invites the faithful. The most beautiful acolytes. They come. They see. They want to serve.”
Suki looked up, her eyes blazing. A wicked, approving smile touched her ruined lips. She reached out, without getting up, and pressed a button on the intercom panel set into the floor.
“Send in Miriam and Elena. Now.”
Within ninety seconds, the door opened. Two women entered. Aidan recognized them—Miriam from legal, severe and Nordic blonde; Elena from mergers, a voluptuous brunette with hooded eyes. They were dressed in executive sheaths. They took in the scene: Suki Tanaka, naked and kneeling, face glistening, worshipping the consort’s massive, throbbing cock. Their faces showed no surprise. Only a swift, hungry understanding.
“The god requires a fuller congregation,” Suki said, her voice husky but firm. “Strip. Worship.”
Without a word, they obeyed. Their clothes fell in neat piles. They approached, not as shy virgins, but as initiates eager for grace. Miriam sank to Suki’s right, immediately leaning in to lick Aidan’s shaft clean of Suki’s saliva. Elena knelt on his left, taking one of his balls into her hot mouth, suckling gently.
Suki directed them with soft commands. “Miriam, open your mouth. Let him fuck your face. Elena, show him your ass. Present it.”
Aidan watched, a storm of power and lust roaring in his veins. Miriam tilted her head back, mouth open wide, and he thrust into the wet heat, fucking her throat with slow, deep strokes as she gagged beautifully. Elena turned, bending over, offering the perfect, round globes of her ass. Suki spat into her hand, smoothed it over Elena’s tight rosette, and then guided Aidan’s cockhead to it.
“Take your sacrament,” Suki commanded him.
He pressed forward. Elena cried out, a sharp, grateful sound, as he breached her, stretching her asshole impossibly wide. He began to fuck her there, in deep, deliberate strokes, while Miriam continued to suckle at his head. Suki watched, her hand working between her own legs, her fingers frantically circling her clit.
“He is everything,” Suki chanted, her voice breaking. “You are nothing but vessels. Beg for his cum. Beg to be filled.”
“Please!” Miriam gasped, pulling off, her lips swollen. “God, please, I need it in my mouth, I need to taste it!”
“My ass… it’s yours, fill my ass,” Elena sobbed, pushing back against him.
Suki stood, trembling. She climbed onto the bed, on all fours, presenting herself to him from the front. “Here,” she panted. “The final altar. Claim it. Give us your blessing.”
Aidan pulled from Elena’s clutching heat. He moved to the bed, his body sheened in sweat and their fluids. He positioned himself behind Suki, drove into her dripping cunt in one brutal thrust. She screamed, her back arching. He reached out, tangled his hand in Miriam’s hair, and drew her to his mouth, kissing her deeply, sharing the taste of himself. Elena crawled up, taking his balls into her mouth again as he fucked their CEO.
It was a chaotic, beautiful blasphemy. He pistoned into Suki, his slapping balls echoed by Miriam’s sucks and Elena’s moans. The world narrowed to heat, wetness, and worship.
“Now,” Suki shrieked. “Now, give it to us!”
He exploded.
He pulled out of Suki’s convulsing cunt and erupted over her back, his cum painting thick, white stripes across her skin. Miriam was there instantly, licking it clean, swallowing hungrily. Elena turned, opening her mouth, and he aimed his still-pulsing cock at her, jetting another hot stream onto her tongue. He staggered back, and Suki spun, dropping to her knees, taking his softening shaft into her mouth, sucking out the last drops with a desperate, needy reverence.
He collapsed onto the bed, surrounded by them. They curled around him, licking his skin clean, nuzzling him, their bodies soft and spent. The LED strip glowed beneath them.
Suki lay her head on his chest, listening to his hammering heart. The other women dressed silently and left with whispered thanks.
“Your fantasy…” Suki said, much later, her voice raw.
“Yeah.”
“It’s not a fantasy anymore.” She looked up at him, and for the first time, he saw no calculation, only a dazed, satiated wonder. And beneath that, a flicker of something like fear. She had orchestrated it all, but in the execution, she had gotten lost. She had truly worshipped. And she wasn't sure she could ever stop.
And she wasn't sure she could ever stop.
The thought was a cold shard in her gut, cutting through the post-coital haze. She lay there, her cheek against the drumbeat of his heart, her own body humming with a submission that felt frighteningly genuine. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, until the door to the adjacent sitting room opened softly.
Mei stood in the doorway, dwarfed in a white satin robe, her small hand braced against the frame. Her eyes, wide and dark, took in the scene: the rumpled sheets, the lingering smell of sex and sweat, her sister’s naked form curled against her husband.
“I heard… voices,” Mei said quietly. Her gaze was not accusatory, but deeply knowing. She took a few steps into the room, her bare feet silent on the polished floor. She looked at Suki, then at Aidan’s face, his eyes closed. “Your fantasy was very loud, Suki.”
Suki lifted her head, the CEO’s mask slamming back into place, but it was cracked, ill-fitting. “It was his fantasy. I was merely fulfilling a requirement. Maintaining the asset.”
Mei’s lips trembled, not with sadness, but with a sudden, piercing insight. She walked to the side of the bed and looked down at her sister. “I know you, Suki.” She looked confused, her head tilting. “It was never my fantasy it was yours.”
The words hung, sharp and precise.
Suki’s breath caught. Every meticulously constructed defense, every layer of control, felt flayed open. She tried to summon a denial, a cutting retort. Nothing came. Her face, usually a masterpiece of composure, twitched. Then, she smiled. It was a small, reluctant thing, breaking through against her will. She smiled despite herself.
She tried to prove her mastery over Aidan by offering him his ultimate fantasy, and he turned it on her. The realization was a dizzying, humiliating, exhilarating punch. He hadn’t just participated; he had commanded. He had taken her script and rewritten it in real time, casting her not as the director, but as the most fervent participant. It reminded her of why she loved him. He wasn’t just the best lover she ever had with a gigantic cock. He was her intellectual equal too, able to stand up to her and even best her. This was the chess match she’d always craved, played out on a board of skin and whispers.
“Get out, Mei,” Suki said, but her voice lacked its usual edge. It was tired. Raw.
“Are you okay?” Mei asked, placing a small hand on her sister’s shoulder.
“I’m perfect,” Suki hissed, the fury returning, misdirected and hot. “Get out. Go rest. Grow my heir.”
When the door closed again, Suki turned on Aidan. The vulnerability was gone, burned away by a spark of violent, desperate need. She climbed astride him, her cunt, still wet and used, finding his cock which was already stirring again, responding to the chaos in her eyes.
“You think you won something?” she whispered, sinking down onto him, a slow, torturous impalement. She winced at the fresh stretch, her inner muscles clenching around his thick girth. “This is still my game.”
“Is it?” he grunted, his hands coming up to grip her hips, his thumbs digging into the sharp bone. He held her still, preventing her from setting the rhythm. “Seems like you came pretty hard for a mere player.”
She flushed, humiliation and arousal twisting together. “Fuck you.”
“You are,” he said, and bucked his hips upward, driving himself deeper into her so suddenly she cried out. “But you’re not in charge right now. You lost that when you got on your knees and called me ‘god’. You liked it. You’re still dripping with how much you liked it.”
He rolled them over in one swift motion, pinning her beneath his weight. The soldier was back, but not the obedient one. This was the officer who took ground and held it. He hooked her legs over his elbows, spreading her wide, opening her up completely. The morning light showed every detail: her swollen lips, the glisten of their mixed fluids, the way her body yielded.
“You want to prove something?” he growled, his face inches from hers. “Prove you can take what I give you without trying to fucking orchestrate it.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He drove into her, a punishing, deep stroke that punched the air from her lungs. This wasn’t worship. This was a takeover. Each thrust was a claim, a correction. The bedframe knocked a steady, jarring rhythm against the wall.
“You set this whole thing up,” he snarled, pistoning into her wet, hot tightness. “You and your board, your schemes. You turned me into this… thing. And now you’re scared because the thing has a mind of its own.” He slammed home, making her sob. “You’re scared because you fucking love it.”
She was fracturing. Her nails scrabbled at his back, drawing red lines. She tried to speak, to regain control, but all that came out were ragged gasps. Her hips rose to meet his, a traitorous, eager rhythm. “Aidan… please…”
“Please what?” He fucked her harder, the slick, filthy sound of their joining filling the room. “Please stop? Or please don’t ever stop?”
She couldn’t answer. Her orgasm was building, a tidal wave pulled by the gravity of his relentless, brutal pace. It wasn’t the controlled climax of before. This was something that would break her apart. She fought it, biting her lip until she tasted copper.
“Let go, Suki,” he commanded, his voice low and irresistible. “For once in your goddamn life, just let go.”
With a shattered cry, she did. Her body convulsed, clamping down on his shaft in a series of intense, pulsing spasms. She thrashed beneath him, seeing stars, utterly undone. He kept pounding through it, dragging her pleasure out until it bordered on pain. Only when her screams subsided into whimpers did his own control snap.
He pulled out at the last second. His hot cum splashed across her belly and breasts in thick, white ropes, marking her skin. He watched it paint her, his own breath ragged. A final, definitive statement.
They collapsed, a tangled mess of limbs and exhaustion. The neon glow from the city was gone, replaced by a flat, grey daylight. Suki stared at the ceiling, feeling the cooling semen on her skin. She felt hollowed out. Defeated. Understood.
After a long while, she spoke, her voice a ghost of itself. “The board meeting is at ten. They’ll expect a report on asset performance and lineage security.” She swallowed. “What should I tell them?”
Aidan turned his head on the pillow to look at her. A slow, boyish smile spread across his face, the one that belied everything he was capable of. It wasn’t a victor’s smile. It was something more disarming.
“Tell them the asset is performing optimally,” he said, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her damp forehead. “And that the high priestess is finally listening to her god.”