A Mira-cle for Osiris
by Virgil Caine
Sorry if this story is a tad long. There’s kind of a lot of background material and flavor stuff at the beginning, but (I hope) it’s worth reading through for what it adds to the story.Also, a note on conventions: Bold text is Osiris speaking directly into a character’s mind, and italics are for a character’s own thoughts. If you can think of a better way to represent those, I’d love to hear. I thought the way I did it got a little awkward at times.
Lastly, here's an ankh, in case you didn't know what it looks like. The shape is pretty crucial to the story.
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Many have likely heard the story of Osiris, and if you're interested you can look it up on wikipedia, but what's important to our purpose is that he came to be a god without a penis. Now, in his time it was part of his mythology, so to keep up his reputation and appearances for the worshipers and the population of his Elysian domain he made no steps toward rectifying his inadequacy. Besides, it had never been much of a concern of his, having plenty of hedonistic pleasures to partake in, what with being a god and all. There wasn't much time for them, anyway, as he'd always had sacrifices to attend, events to guide, and followers to protect. However, when Christianity came to Egypt, his following faded, and with it, his power. It happened far too quickly for him to take any precautions to keep a bit of strength, and so he was sapped of all his power, having no worshipers to give him strength through their sacrifices and prayers. For nearly two thousand years he lay dormant, too feeble even to move, but with strength enough to think, and to plan. If he ever again had the strength, he would take action. He judged it best to save his energy until he could escape into the physical world, rather than make some gamble for more worshipers, which might leave him waiting another millennium for an opportunity.
Then, without warning, came a spark of power into him. He felt through to its source, and it was in a land far foreign to him, thousands of miles from the great river, across the ocean sea. It seemed to have come from...a child? A young girl, in fact. She was engaged in a crude semblance of the ancient rites of his priests, it appeared. No, on further investigation, it was not her leading the ceremony, it was a woman guiding her hands. They were at the front of a small room, with many children at chairs and tables. It appeared to be a school, although the presence of females caused him to doubt this - although it was a far foreign land, sure to have strange practices. At the front of the room was a large table, with a crude stone figure of himself - himself, great Osiris, after all these centuries! The figure was in a clear bin, and the woman was directing the girl to pour honey upon his idol while the whole class recited something - that something! It wasn't the modern gibberish, it was a corrupted version of the ancient language! He could pick up snippets here and there, and though it was highly corrupted, it was clearly his ancient prayer, which he hadn't heard in ages.
As the chant and the pouring continued, he felt more strength coming into him, and the connection between him and the girl pouring the honey opening further. He could see more, now, and was beginning to be able to access her mind. Pieces of thoughts and senses of emotions came through - "This is kind of weird", "I hope Dorian doesn't think I'm weird for doing this"... As she uttered the final words of the prayer - "Lord Osiris, I give myself over to you" - A burst of clarity hit him as her mind and thoughts opened to his inspection. She was twelve years old, her name was Mira Defoix, and she lived in Portland, Oregon, wherever that was. She was about five feet tall, with a body only a little touched yet by puberty, but her slender legs, emerging curves, pert ass, and budding breasts were certainly enough to pique to attention of her male peers. Her hair was straight, and a dirty blonde, pulled back in a ponytail that rested between her shoulderblades. She did seem to be aware of her growing gifts, as she tried to show them off a little, wearing a low-cut t-shirt that bared a little of her rising mounds and tight, skinny jeans that outlined her ass very beautifully. She was also wearing small stud earrings in her recently pierced ears, and bright blue slip-on Converses. By now, she'd returned to her seat amongst the others, and looking through her eyes, Osiris saw on the wall of the classroom what looked to be a map. A landmass labeled "Africa" caught his attention, as it was the Roman province next to his Egypt. Upon further inspection, he discovered Egypt labeled in the northeast corner of the landmass. The peninsulas and islands in the sea off its coast did look the same as he remembered, but the whole area was so small! The girl knew that she lived in the "United States", which he could see labeled across a vast expanse of water from his homeland - and there was the place called Oregon, on the far shore. More could be learned later - for now, he needed to concentrate on getting as much power as he could out of this fortuitous ceremony.
Osiris did not, as yet, have any control over the girl's thoughts or actions; he could only observe. But as the ceremony in the classroom continued with a new volunteer, he grew stronger, and could feel that he now had enough power to affect the girl - not nearly enough to overpower her own will, but to take small actions when she wasn't paying attention. The first thing he needed to do was to anchor himself to her, so he'd finally have a puppet for himself in the physical world again and be able to perform his rituals at his leisure, as he knew he couldn't depend on lucky happenings like this ceremony. While the girl was watching the next participant in his ritual go through the motions, she was holding the implement Osiris had seen her write with in her right hand, which she was resting on top of the thigh exposed by her shorts. Osiris subtly probed his way down her arm, into her hand and fingers, moving them slightly, loosely, limply so as not to draw her attention to her now independently working fingers. He tested out their motion, then touched the pen to the skin of her thigh. It made a small, dark mark, and so he drew the pen in a line across her skin, and it left a perfect line of black behind it. Perfect! He could make his mark far more subtly with this thing, which his queries into her mind told him was a "pen", than with the berry pigments his priestesses had used. He guided her fingers into marking on her young thigh his symbol, the ankh, at about the size of a thumb. As soon as the curve her fingers unknowingly traced closed itself, Osiris felt a rush of control. With his mark on her, she was as good as his.
Osiris still could not fight against her own will, but he could nudge and push her mind, and move her body as he wished when she wasn’t paying much attention to it - and who can be vigilant every waking hour? Even if one could, one certainly can’t be vigilant while asleep...With his hold on her mind and body secured, Osiris relented from his probing to plan. His goal, for now, was still to take for himself a physical form on Earth, as puppets took too much of his strength to control, and he could not express his full powers through them. In a physical form, he would be able to mold minds and bodies on nearly a whim, and could keep his energy topped up easily by making sacrifices to himself. Humans are as clay to such a god as Osiris, yet as the sculptor cannot improve his own form, neither could Osiris his. This meant that there was one thing he had to do before taking a physical form, and it was rectifying the one thing mortal men had and he lacked - a penis. If he was going to become flesh, Osiris thought, he ought to be able to partake in the pleasures of the flesh, oughtn’t he? So, a penis must be acquired. Getting it into Osiris’ ethereal dimension wouldn’t be much of a problem, as the roundant on top of any ankh symbol could function as a link between his world and the physical, teleporting objects passing through back and forth as Osiris willed. He just needed a penis, but he’d made a girl his primary focus in the physical world, so he’d need to use her to get it. She was only twelve, but she seemed capable. He probed her mind again to find some possible targets, and found that she had a longtime crush on a “Dorian.” He was in her class right now, but some desks in front of her, so he couldn’t get a good look. She really did like him, though, and in fact had touched herself to thoughts of him a few times. Osiris wondered whether she was a little young for that, but he figured that times had likely changed in the several millennia since he’d seen the world closely.
The class ended shortly, and Osiris tried to get a look at Dorian as the kids got up to move to the next class, but he only caught a few glimpses of him. Dark hair, thin, a little short. He looked a bit pale, Osiris thought, but wasn’t any paler than most of the people in this strange land. Mira took her seat in the next class, and just after, Dorian came in. Osiris noticed Mira stretching and showing off the curves she was developing as Dorian walked over and sat down in the seat in front of her. His eyes flicked along Mira’s body as he sat down, and Osiris felt Mira blush a little. This would be perfect. Osiris examined this boy she’d fallen so hard for, and saw at a glance why. He was about Mira’s height, and, like her, hadn’t gone too far at all into puberty yet. His face looked kind, and still smooth, with delicate lips and gray eyes that seemed to know more than they could. He had curly brown hair, which he wore a little long, and he did seem to have a budding sense of style. His shirt was a gray athletic undershirt, tight-fitting, showing off his supple shoulders, which led down slender arms to fingers that seemed to itch to be doing more than watching slides about the water cycle. His calves came out from below the chair, slender like the rest of him, and seemingly carved from alabaster. He was clearly a little antsy, tapping his feet in their black-and-red Nike basketball shoes against the floor and swinging his legs around - but what athletic young boy wouldn’t be, sitting in a classroom watching slides?
Osiris would need to bring Mira and Dorian together if he was going to be able to get at this boy’s penis, which would be a fine specimen if the rest of the boy was any indication, so he began to nudge Mira’s mind a little, inflating her crush on Dorian. Osiris had a plan, but she’d need to like him even more than she did now, and in a slightly more adult way, for it to work. You think he’s really cute, don’t you? Yes, you do. He’s a really cute boy...just look at those shoulders, and those calves. You don’t need to pay attention to those slides, you can just look at Dorian...follow the lines of his body... Yeah, he’s so cute...I wonder what he looks like with his shirt off...and his shorts... Just let your eyes glaze over, let your attention wander...it’s alright to daydream about Dorian, it’s more worth your time than the water cycle... Mmm, I wonder what our kids would look like...How old would we need to be to get married?...I think I’d be a doctor, and he’d... Mira was solidly daydreaming now, paying nearly no attention to what her body was doing. Time for action.
Osiris moved Mira’s right hand, which was resting limply on her marble notebook as her left held up her slumping head, taking a pen and beginning to write a note on the corner of the notebook: “Hey Dorian, I’ve always really liked you. I think we should get to know each other better. Meet me at the corner of First and Maple tomorrow at 3. It’ll be fun... - Mira”. Osiris would need to get Mira to follow this plan willingly, as he couldn’t control her like that, not unless he worked at it for several weeks, and he didn’t have the patience - several thousand years in the dark will do that, even to a god. So he took a risk - he nudged Mira’s glazed eyes down toward the note he’d written, and began an assault on Mira’s mind. You really want to be with Dorian, so you wrote a note to him. Getting together with him would make you really happy. Dorian’s so cute...All of your friends are hooking up with boys, you should too... Mira noticed the note her hand had written. Did I write this? I don’t remember, but I guess I must have. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I did. I do kind of want to try hooking up with someone, and he’s so cute...Kaylie had her first time with Peter last week, and she said it was amazing, so... Give the note to him. You really want to do this, it would be amazing to hook up with Dorian.Mira tore the note off the notebook’s corner, and raised her hand to go to the bathroom. Well, here goes nothing, I guess. As she walked to the door, Mira palmed the note and left it subtly on Dorian’s desk when she passed it. When she came back into the room, she noticed Dorian watching her as she walked back to her seat. He likes you, of course. Who wouldn’t? Smile at him, show him you mean it. Mira flashed her best smile, and Dorian’s eyes lit up. The rest of the class was mostly still in some degree of spaced-out daydreaming from the interminable water cycle slides, so as she walked by his desk, Mira slipped her hand onto the nape of Dorian’s neck, then pushed down under his shirt. The budding lovers both felt a sort of rush they’d never felt before. Osiris was impressed - that was all Mira. He hadn’t pushed her to do that in the least. Once Mira had sat down, Osiris set again to work, adding to and multiplying her crush on Dorian, which had now almost fully transformed into a full lust for the boy and his body.
Osiris realized after a couple minutes that he really ought to make sure that Dorian was as eager to get with Mira as Mira was towards him. He would need a little extended physical contact between the two to get into Dorian’s mind, so he suggested to Mira that she move her desk up towards his a couple inches at a time. Dorian noticed the front of her desk bump against his chair, and perked up a little from his slumped pose. Osiris had Mira lean back in her chair, reaching out with her legs towards Dorian’s feet, which were crossed under his desk. When the toe of her blue converse touched the heel of his shoe, he was clearly a little surprised. At first, he jerked his feet away from hers, but quickly felt around for her feet, and found them. Since she didn’t draw away at his touch, Dorian nudged her foot a little. Mira was feeling playful, thanks to Osiris, and nudged back at Dorian. Time for that contact - If you want him to know you really mean that note, you ought to kick your shoes off and have a little footsie with him... Heh, yeah, that’ll really get him hot...Mira pulled her feet back under her, and slipped off her right foot’s blue Converse.. Her foot was still covered by a blue and white striped ankle sock, but that would be close enough to physical contact for Osiris to get into Dorian’s mind and body. Mira reached out again with her right foot, now with her shoe off, and touched Dorian’s ankle just above his shoe. He seemed a little more relaxed now, and didn’t pull away, shifting, in fact, a little closer to Mira. She drew her socked toes up from his ankle along his creamy calf, reaching up almost to the top of his calf before moving down again. As she did this, Osiris probed Dorian’s mind, trying to find a foothold. Before he was finished, though, Mira retreated from his calf. Osiris was worried momentarily, but Mira just kicked off her other shoe and went back to Dorian’s calf with both feet. Osiris worked harder on Dorian, and soon had enough influence to use the pen in the rather distracted boy’s right hand to draw a small ankh on the back of his left hand. As he did so, Mira pawed with her feet on the back of Dorian’s shoes, seemingly wanting him to take them off. She was a lusty one, it seemed - Osiris barely needed to push her anymore as she seemed totally into his plan to get her with Dorian. Dorian then eagerly kicked off his shoes, also without any nudging, and began to rub Mira’s feet with his black athletic ankle socks while she continued to massage his. Looking around Dorian’s mind, Osiris found that he was nearly as eager as Mira to follow Osiris’ plan.
As the two rubbed feet, Osiris noticed that Dorian was becoming about ready to burst. Osiris didn’t want a sticky situation messing things up for him, so he ordered the increasingly suggestible boy to raise his hand for the bathroom. Dorian jumped back into his shoes and nearly raced out of the classroom, keeping his back to the class for as long as he could before turning for the door. Fortunately, no one noticed his tent except the one girl who was watching him. Mira felt a feeling of pride that she could get him so hot and hard, which Osiris worked to increase as Dorian ran down the hall for the bathroom. You see? He really likes you. Isn’t it fun to play with him? Imagine what tomorrow will be like... Yeah, heh...tomorrow’s going to be fun... I know it makes both of you horny when you play like that...it’s a really great feeling, isn’t it, being horny? Mmm...it’s pretty nice to make me and Dorian horny... Dorian reached the bathroom, and Osiris began to push at him. Wasn’t that amazing? Mira really likes you. She wants to do that with you all the time...and a lot more. I can’t believe Mira likes me this much...I wonder what she wants to do tomorrow. Does she mean like...sex or whatever? I don’t really know how...I mean, I know how, but not really how to get to, er, it... but...if she likes me this much, I know it’ll be fun... Sex isn’t hard, and you do really want to fuck Mira. Here, I’ll help you practice a little... Yeah, I should call it fucking, the high schoolers call it fucking... Dorian was now thinking of very little but fucking Mira, and Osiris could take fuller control. He ordered the boy into one of the toilet stalls, and pulled down his athletic shorts, making still plainer the raging erection that now tented Dorian’s blue briefs. The briefs shortly after fell down around his ankles, and Osiris wrapped Dorian’s slender fingers around his now-bare cock and gave it one long pump, up his shaft and back down. Here. This is how you can practice...Dorian, following Osiris’ example, began pumping his cock, slowly at first, then faster as he realized how good it felt. After only about thirty seconds, Dorian felt something happening, and at Osiris’ command pumped faster and faster, and gave in completely to the wonderful sensation that filled him as he pumped out his first orgasmic burst of cum. The boy nearly fell to his knees as pleasure filled him. This is just a taste of fucking. Tomorrow, with Mira, it’s going to be even better. Mmh...Mira...
Dorian cleaned himself up, a little embarrassed, but still thinking of very little else but Mira. He walked back to class, seeming far more relaxed than when he had left, and noticed Mira still had her shoes off and her feet under his chair. When he sat down, he slipped his shoes off again, and their feet again intertwined; Mira loving her newfound horniness and Dorian riding the waves of a lovely afterglow. The young lovers rubbed their feet together, Dorian’s black socks flowing in between Mira’s blue and white stripes, four sets of toes massaging and arousing. When the bell rang and ended school for the day, both quickly slipped their shoes on. Mira hoped to talk to Dorian a little before her soccer practice, but he was still clearly a little boyish about their interaction, as he grabbed his stuff as fast as he could and dashed for the door.
Mira had a double practice in soccer after school that day, and as she was very much paying attention to her body, Osiris focused his efforts on her mind. He implanted ever more deeply her lust for Dorian and her desire to have his young cock inside her, and brought to Mira’s constant attention the way thinking about him made her feel. She found it harder and harder to keep her attention on the practice when she was nearly quivering with lust for Dorian.
Mira’s practice ended at about 7, and she got home shortly after. She lived with only her mother, who worked long hours nearly every day. Osiris knew that Mira suspected that her mother was working two jobs to keep their house after Mira’s father had left, but Mira had never inquired since her mother clearly had no intention of telling her. Mira reheated a meal of leftover chicken - Osiris marveled at the abundance of food in the fridge. Did everyone live like this, like kings? Mira certainly didn’t seem much wealthier than anyone, and yet...such a bounty! This would make further sacrifices almost pitifully easy.
After her short meal, Mira, home alone, went upstairs to shower. In her room, she began to undress, and Osiris realized that this would be the first time he’d seen a naked female in thousands of years - he found himself, to his surprise, filled with anticipation. Mira began to pull off her shirt, baring her creamy chest, still boylike, with the exception of the only moderately necessary bra. She wasn’t yet used to wearing it - Osiris had noticed her tugging at it occasionally throughout the day, and when she took it off now she threw it onto her bed with clear annoyance. It had left red lines around her tender young breasts, and she rubbed them gingerly, pouting a little. Mira was still wearing her athletic shorts from practice, and she pushed them off over her thighs, letting them fall to the ground around her ankles and revealing the full length of her legs, which were still girlishly thin but showed signs of filling out into womanhood. She then hooked a finger into the waist of her panties and pulling them off as well. Stepping out of her discarded shorts and panties, Mira sat down on the edge of her bed, facing the wall mirror across from it. Look at you, you’re a beautiful young girl! And that pussy of yours - imagine how much Dorian wants to get his cock inside it! Yeah...he wants me really bad... Try slipping your finger inside. Here, I’ll guide you... I wonder what it feels like to take a cock...Mira’s fingers slipped inside her tight young pussy, seeming, to her, to be acting nearly on their own. She shivered a little in pleasure as she imagined Dorian’s hard cock taking the place of her thin finger. Doesn’t that feel great? It’ll be even better tomorrow. Mmh, so nice... Osiris wanted her asleep as soon as possible, though, as there were some things he needed to get done before her mother came home. Well, go take that shower. It’s time for bed...big day tomorrow. Hee hee...I can’t wait for Dorian. A couple of minutes into Mira’s shower, though, she noticed the ankh Osiris had drawn on her thigh with her hand. Huh, what’s this? Don’t remember making this...isn’t it that symbol from Egypt? You DID draw that, you meant to do it. It’s a symbol for good luck (a lie), to help you with Dorian tomorrow. If Mira washed off Osiris’ symbol now, he’d be back nearly to square one. Well I guess I must have drawn it, who else would have? Oh, right, it’s that symbol for luck! Not that I need it tomorrow, with my body... Leave it there. LEAVE IT THERE! Mira was about to take the soap to it, and stiffened at that forceful suggestion. She became unable to move the soap any closer, and, rationalizing, thought: Well, I guess I shouldn’t jinx myself... Whew, that was a bit too close. Osiris realized he’d have to find a more permanent marking before her next shower.
Mira didn’t stay up late even though it was a Friday, partly at Osiris’ urging and partly because she’d had a long and draining day. As she flopped into her bed, she felt the need to sleep weighing unusually heavily upon her - You’re tired, very tired. It’d be so nice to sleep...There’s a big day ahead of you tomorrow. Just let those heavy eyes close, and go to sleep...deep asleep, deep asleep... Huh, I guess I did a lot today, but I’ve never felt this tired before...I can barely *yawn* keep...my eyes...open... Mira’s eyes fluttered closed, and after one final blink of resistance she slipped down into a deep, complete sleep. Osiris felt her muscles relaxing and her mind disengaging, slipping off into dreams and leaving her body completely unattended. Now, for action. Osiris pushed his control throughout her sleeping body, and soothed her mind with suggestions of sleep and relaxation as he swung her feet over onto the floor and sat her up on the edge of her bed. It was all he could do to control the large muscles of her legs and torso and keep her mind deeply asleep at the same time, so her head lolled loosely on her neck, hanging forward as she sat with her chin almost against her chest and her arms hanging limply at her sides. Osiris then stood her up, her arms and head swaying with the motion, and her mind lulled into dreamland. Her young pussy moistened a little, Osiris noticed - she was dreaming about Dorian, perhaps reliving their heavenly footsie earlier.
With unpracticed, lurching steps, her head and arms swinging back and forth, Osiris walked Mira over to her desk, and raised her limp arm to take hold of a sharpie pen. He dropped her into her desk chair, her head lolling over the back as if she were staring through her sleep-closed eyelids at the ceiling. Letting go of her legs and torso to focus on what he needed to do with her arm, Osiris began to draw out his symbol, the ankh, starting just below her belly button. He traced out the familiar path, making the arms of the ankh across her things and the lower portion reaching down almost to her knees on both legs, and ensuring that the round top, which would serve as his portal, completely encircled her pussy. Pleased with his work, Osiris let his concentration lapse for a second as he admired the figure he’d drawn and thought again of his plan. Mira’s arm, no longer controlled, dropped back down to her side, and the sharpie clattered onto the floor as her fingers relaxed their grip. Mira’s eyes flickered behind her sleepy eyelids, but Osiris quickly soothed her back down into her complete sleep. Now for the next item - Osiris needed to ensure he would have enough energy to teleport Dorian’s young cock when the time was right, and Mira’s kitchen provided an abundance of sacrifices for his power.
Osiris stood Mira back up out of her chair, her head swaying forward against her chest again, and walked her over to the top of the stairs down to her kitchen. These presented a problem, as he had nowhere near the balance needed to get her down the stairs. However, there was perhaps a way - Mira, you are asleep, very deeply asleep, but imagine your stairs. Mira’s latest fantasy with Dorian dissolved as she did so. She’d climbed them thousands of times, and could practically go down them in her sleep - which Osiris was counting on. You are on the top step, and Dorian, is in your kitchen, waiting for you with his beautiful cock. Mira needed nothing more, and ran down both her imagined steps and the real ones, far more adept at controlling her body than Osiris was. When she reached her kitchen, Mira’s eyes flicked open to search for Dorian. “Wh-” He disappeared into smoke, it was just your imagination. You can find him and that lovely cock if you sleep, sleep deeply, deeply asleep... Mira was still very sleepy, and so lustful for Dorian that her eyes slipped back closed, and she fell back into her deep dreamland. Osiris had to take control of her legs and torso again quickly to prevent her from falling to the floor as all her limbs went loose and limp, her head falling forward to her chest again as she began to dream of Dorian. There was no doubt that she was becoming more malleable, more receptive to Osiris’ suggestions - soon he would be able to affect her actions almost directly even when she was awake, so long as she did not disagree with them. That, too, could be overcome, but it took time.
Osiris got to work - he searched Mira’s cabinets for sacrificial goods, finding in the third cupboard Mira’s sleepy hands opened a jar of honey and a variety of spice jars. Osiris was thrown - there were more spices here than in a pharaoh’s kitchens! - but elated, as in the old days even small sacrifices of spice added greatly to his power. He placed the honey and spices on the counter, and rested Mira’s hands on top of them. Now for the prayer - Osiris did not have nearly the finesse to form the words in Mira’s mouth, but she had fortunately and fatefully recited his prayer of sacrifice before. Mira, remember now when you poured honey on the statue in class today, and remember the ancient prayer that you and the class recited while you did. That prayer made Dorian really horny...you should say it again now. A flimsy lie, Osiris knew, but nearly anything makes sense in a dream. And indeed, Mira began to whisper the words, dreaming of Dorian tenting his pants as she spoke, with Osiris correcting her memories in places where her class’s translated prayer differed from the true meaning of the ancient one. When she reached the end, as this was the true and more powerful prayer, the sacrificial honey and spices evaporated from their containers, being converted into pure energy at the disposal of Osiris. He felt a massive rush of power, and was heavily tempted to relive the old days of causing floods and moving mountains, but, no, he calmed himself - he must enter the physical world after getting a nice, young cock, then he could do whatever he wished. Osiris then placed the empty containers back into the cupboard - hopefully no one would notice. When Mira’s hands were finished putting them away, he walked her back upstairs, using the same ploy he had before. This time, she didn’t even try to open her eyes, slumping into a deeper sleep at the top of the stairs as if she knew to do so even without being commanded. As Mira reached her bed, Osiris let her flop back onto it and finally relax both her mind and body. It was nearly midnight, and she would need to be well-rested for tomorrow. Osiris, however, needed no rest, so he spent the rest of the night guiding and coaxing her down into the deepest, most completely relaxed sleep she’d ever experienced, and pushing his influence and control ever deeper into her mind.
Osiris kept her deeply asleep as late as he could the next morning, as the closer she woke to her appointment with Dorian, the less time Osiris would need to keep her on track through. With the influence he’d pushed into her mind over the night, Osiris had a very strong influence on her choice of clothing - Wear the black leggings, they’ll come off easily when the time is right. No, don’t bother with panties, you aren’t going to be wearing them long. Mmh, leggings and no panties...seems slutty, but whatever... Osiris would have preferred she wear a miniskirt, but that would have revealed the large ankh drawn across her legs and lower chest. Take that tank top, the spaghetti strap one...and that bra... Hee, I know these make my cutie tits look amazing... I want to get him so hard he can’t think straight... Wear the blue converse, too - he’ll remember what happened last time you slipped out of those. We’ll be doing a lot more than footsie today...oh GOD I’m so horny! Osiris began to worry a little about what he’d created, but didn’t think much of it - it was a great help that she was not reluctant in the least to seduce Dorian.
After her breakfast, Mira was ready to burst out the door, but Osiris suggested that she time herself so that she would be a couple minutes late - let the boy get a little nervous, he’d be more pliable. Mira waited in her room for as long as she could bear, pacing back and forth, rubbing her pussy lightly through her leggings, imagining what it would feel like to have Dorian’s cock parting her lips. Osiris kept urging her to wait, but she could stand it no longer and yelled to her mother “Bye! Going to meet Katie at her house, I’ll call by six if I’m not home!” A good, plausible lie; Osiris was impressed. Her mother shouted back, “Okay, honey! I’ll be at work ‘til five! Be careful!” Mira tossed a “Love-you-bye” over her shoulder as she raced out the door and tore down the sidewalk. Walk, don’t run. Little kids run, you’re mature. Besides, you don’t want to be all sweaty. Mira slowed her gait, but had to count her steps to keep herself in check. Without Osiris there to quell her misgivings, she might have been embarrassed about walking down the street pantyless in leggings and a tank top. It’s alright, everyone just thinks you’re beautiful. Nothing wrong with showing off your great body. Mira had to focus on the horizon to keep herself from breaking into a run. After several minutes, she turned the corner onto First Street and saw someone leaning on a tree a block away - First and Maple. Dorian! Osiris couldn’t keep Mira from breaking into a run, so he decided to make the most of it. Chaaaarge! Run straight at him! Pin him against that tree, and kiss him! Heh, what if I just ran right up and kissed him? That would be...pretty hot...I think I’ll do it!
As she got closer, Mira took in Dorian’s slender form, tracing his figure from head to toe. He was wearing a black, low-cut athletic tee that revealed his collarbones and the upper areas of his smooth, young pecs, and skinny jeans that he certainly knew showed off his slender, young legs and his beautiful ass - a bit of a boyslut, this one seemed...although Osiris’ time connected with him might have had something to do with that. He leaned off the tree and waved a little timidly to Mira as she charged closer down the sidewalk, only to be slammed back against it by Mira, who was getting a little worryingly enthusiastic. “Ow!” Mira grabbed his wrists and pressed his arms back against the side of the tree, leaving him defenseless. “M-Mira, wha-” His words were cut short as Mira locked her lips with his, filling them both with pleasure as they satisfied a crush that had recently become a burning lust. As the two pressed against each other, Osiris flowed into Dorian once again, breaking down his barriers of fright and anxiety. You love her, Dorian, and she loves you. Close your eyes and enjoy it. Dorian stared into Mira’s gaping eyes for the first second of their kiss, and she watched as his feelings of worry and timidity melted away. His face relaxed as he gave in to being pinned down and kissed hard by Mira, and he remembered to close his eyes like he’d seen in movies. Mira would have too, had she been thinking of anything but taking in as much of Dorian’s beauty as she could. Dorian’s pants tented as Mira did her best to imitate the teens she’d seen making out, and Mira felt his stiffening cock poking her through her leggings. With only one layer of thin fabric between her and wonderful pleasure, Mira could feel him hardening as she tried to grind her hips against his.
Rifling through Dorian’s mind, Osiris learned that there was a grassy area hidden between bushes and the fence at the park next door. As Dorian would have been content to have Mira grinding against him there for several hours, Osiris relayed this information to Mira. Over in the park - there must be somewhere no one can see us! I just know there is! Mira tore herself away from Dorian, leaving him speechless, breathless, and highly erect. “Come on!” Grabbing Dorian by the wrist, Mira took off across the street, Dorian stumbling behind her, admirably staying on his feet despite Mira’s sudden dash. Mira crashed through the bushes into the grassy area she had just learned was there, and practically threw Dorian down onto the grass, laying him out flat on his back, and crouching to the ground between his spread legs. “Mira, what the heck are you-” He pushed himself up to lean on his elbows just as he felt the clasp on the fly of his jeans pop open. His erect cock had been straining against the front of his tight jeans, and when Mira’s nimble fingers undid the clasp of the fly, his stiff member stood up to its full length, tenting his gray briefs. Mira wrapped her fingers around his brief-clad shaft and rubbed her thumb against the head through thin cloth, and intense waves of pleasure threw Dorian’s head back toward the ground and arched his chest toward the sky. Mira slipped down onto her stomach and exposed Dorian’s stiff erection to the open air for a moment before sliding her lips down over the head, like she’d heard girls did to guys they really liked. Seeing her inexperience, Osiris advised - Take his whole cock as deep into your throat as you can. Use your tongue - caress the base of his head, it’ll make him feel really good - and it’ll make you feel really good, too. Mira took Dorian’s cock deeply into her mouth - a natural! - and began to bob up and down on Dorian’s shaft, massaging it with her tongue as she did so.
As the young lovers became filled with ecstasy, they became more and more susceptible to Osiris’ will, and Osiris took full advantage, pushing into the minds of both kids: Let yourself go and focus on the pleasure. You don’t need to think of anything but the pleasure you feel. Dorian took this to heart, closing his eyes and beginning to thrust his cock into Mira’s mouth, aiding her attempts to pleasure him. After several slow, sensuous thrusts, Dorian let himself go completely, pouring a mouthful of cum straight into the back of Mira’s throat. She finally gagged, being completely unprepared for such a result, and blinked several times, seeming to have a sudden realization of exactly what she was doing. What the...? Oh, gross! It’s so slimy and gooey and... It’s alright, that’s Dorian’s cum, don’t worry, it tastes amazing. The way it feels in your mouth just makes you hornier - soon his cock will be in your pussy, and you’ll feel amazing. Mira’s face was momentarily scowling in disgust, but she regained her composure as Osiris’ suggestions soothed her mind. She made to spit out Dorian’s cum, but - Mira, SWALLOW IT. Meanwhile, Dorian was still struggling for words. “Mira, that was...oh my god, I...” He almost found something to say, but it dropped off his mind as soon as he saw Mira gulp down a mouthful of his jizz - she was now very nearly completely susceptible to all of Osiris’ commands, and soon Dorian would be just as weak. Licking a couple stray drops of jizz from her lips, Mira stood up. She felt powerful, completely unaware of how much she was a slave to Osiris.
Undress this beautiful boy. It is time for you to take him. After bending down to pull off Dorian’s black sneakers, she peeled off his tight jeans as he lay there still panting, leaving his hairless, creamy legs bared. Standing up, she slid one of her spaghetti straps off her shoulder, which was followed shortly after by the other, and pulled her top off over her head. As her bra came off, revealing at last to Dorian her tender young breasts, his young and virile cock stiffened up to its full height once again, and he regained the strength to pull his shirt off, arousing Mira in turn with his lithe, young form. Finally, Mira peeled off her leggings. Dorian’s eyes widened as her glistening pussy came into view, and he had to fight to keep from drooling. Mira, kneel. “Huh? Mira, what’s that sym-” Dorian started to ask, noticing the ankh drawn from her legs to her lower stomach, but he forgot about his question completely as Mira knelt, her knees around his hips. Mira eased herself forward over Dorian, and began to lower herself, gently guiding Dorian’s cock into her dripping pussy. Take him. As Mira’s young cunt was penetrated for the first time, Dorian shivered with the new and glorious feeling of Mira taking in his cock, and Mira was filled with waves of pleasure spreading from the point where their bodies met as the desire that Osiris had burned into her was fulfilled. Osiris tensed - his target, the young cock now experiencing the deepest levels of pleasure, was finally in place through the roundant of the ankh marked out on Mira’s trembling body. He could not take it now, though, not yet - it took time, and there was too much of a risk that the two would disengage before it was complete. Mira, taking more and more of Dorian into her, panting and shuddering with pleasure, finally took Dorian’s penis in as deeply as she could, and began to ride him. Dorian would have released his pleasure at their first contact had he not been flooded with ecstasy not three minutes ago, but he was young and virile - he was even harder now than he’d been before, and was already struggling to hold the floodgates closed when Mira came down nearly to the base of his shaft the second time. Osiris worked to keep both lovers from letting go too soon. Not yet, Dorian, hold it, boy. Hold on to yourself, it will be worth it. Mira, keep riding him, savor this feeling. Mira was on the edge of her first real flood of true happiness - she was quaking with the effort of prolonging the intensity she was experiencing, and her cheeks flushed. Her hair had fallen in blonde feathers in front of her eyes, but she could not think of doing anything but ride Dorian’s orgasmic cock.
Osiris began the final piece of his plan. To have time to take Dorian’s cock into his own dimension, Osiris would need them interlocked and unconscious. Mira and Dorian were nearly lost in the throes of sensuous young love, and Osiris had pushed his influence deeply into their minds. Dorian, when you let yourself go completely, when you come, you will feel the most intense pleasure imaginable wash over you in wave after wave, seeming endless. This pleasure will relax you completely as it engulfs you, taking the will to move, taking the ability to move from all your muscles. You will be awash in ecstasy, unable to think or to move. Your eyelids will drop as the pleasure reaches them, and you will fall into a deep, relaxing sleep. There will be no need to think, you will just let the waves of pleasure send you deeper and deeper asleep. Mira, when you feel Dorian’s hot cum filling your pussy, you will feel the tides of an astoundingly intense torrent of ecstatic pleasure spreading from your pussy and engulfing your entire body, and you will be overcome by a deep relaxation that follows in its wake. Your body and limbs and your every muscle will become completely and totally loose and relaxed. As your eyelids relax and close, you will find that a deep sleep envelops you. You will be unable to resist it. Do not resist it. Let it overcome you, and go into a deep, deep sleep. There will be no need to move, no need to think. Just sleep. Osiris felt his commands set firmly and deeply in the minds of the intertwined lovers. He would be obeyed. Dorian, clenching his fists in effort, was about to burst. Mira was biting her lip for the same orgasmic reason.
Dorian, cum. The boy’s chest arched off the ground as a geyser of cum erupted from his cock, filling Mira with hot semen. Pleasure rushed from his spouting cock out to the rest of his body, leaving him shuddering in its wake, then relaxing as Osiris’ commands took hold. As the pleasure raced through him and reached his eyelids, they slipped shut. Every muscle in the young boy’s lithe body was relaxed and he slipped into a deep sleep filled with orgasmic dreams before his cock had even finished pouring cum into Mira.
As she felt Dorian’s cock begin to unleash its torrent, Mira began to quake with the power of the orgasm that was coming shortly. Just as it reached her and she threw her head back, exulting in pleasure, Osiris ensured his success. Mira, cum. The double command multiplied Mira’s already massive orgasm, and torrents of ecstasy ripped through her body. Fiery pleasure consumed the young girl, racing down her legs and through her arms, which shuddered from the power before relaxing into complete looseness as Osiris had commanded, and setting her eyelids fluttering and then dropping shut as she, too, fell into a deep and profound sleep. The pleasure continued to wash over her, sending her deeper and deeper, and burning everything but ecstasy from her mind. Her limbs lost all ability to move, and her mind lost all will to move them. Her elbows buckled, and just as she felt Dorian’s cock blow the last of its load into her and the resulting final waves of pleasure ripple through her body, she fell on top of him, her breasts against his deeply sleeping pecs and his cock still deeply inside her, anchoring her on top of him. As her head came to rest next to his, her forehead resting lightly on the grass, her blonde hair spread over his face, but if he noticed, he did not show it.
Perfect. Osiris began the teleportation, the culmination of all his work. A low hum could be heard and a bright light could be seen escaping from between the union of the two young bodies by anyone who wasn’t floating in a wonderland of orgasmic dreams, as Mira and Dorian both were. The lines of Mira’s sharpied ankh began to glow. A popping sound - and then silence. The deed was done; Osiris had his sought-after target with him in the otherworld.
Mira shifted herself in her deep sleep, and began to slide sideways off of Dorian. She slipped to the ground, lying sideways next to her lover, with an arm still across his chest and their legs still entangled.
Wake up, my children! You may notice something, er, amiss, but don’t worry! It’s just for a few days, then I’ll repay this debt. Many thanks.
Mira and Dorian sat up, rubbing their eyes after several minutes of intensely deep sleep, and after several minutes of intense pleasure before that. Mira turned and looked in Dorian’s eyes, smiling sweetly, and reached an arm around his shoulder. Dorian returned her gaze a bit sheepishly and was clearly at a loss for words, until he felt something - or, really, a lack of something. He looked down at his cock, only to find it was nowhere to be seen. There was nothing but an expanse of creamy skin from his chest down. Worry seized him.
“Uhm, Mira, where’s my....?”
TO BE CONTINUED, MAYBE!
*Image courtesey of sleepymaid*