Demon Seeds Ch. 02: Demigod in Repose

Loren continued to look at Samara as if the young woman's actions meant nothing. As she lifted her dress up, she could tell Samara was shocked and pleased that she was not wearing anything underneath. Using both hands Loren pulled the dress up and off her body then threw the very expensive raw silk across the room onto the floor. It was her way of telling Samara she had no love or respect for material things.

Standing naked in front of Samara she turned sideways pointing her plant into Stephanie's face. She didn't need to give her any other signals or commands. The young girl sucked the plant into her mouth like a hungry baby robin. Having someone watch her while a Seedco initiate sucked her plant always excited Loren.

Sitting quietly reworking her thoughts was the completely befuddled Samara. 3D porn was not something she saw happening today. Loren obviously had ideas on 'stress relief' that had nothing to do with a good relaxing bath.

Her grumpy mood, her anger, and her incessant need to cleanse her penthouse of unwanted visitors all began to transform into desire. Watching Loren's perfect hips glide back and forth, slowly thrusting her plant in and out of the girl's mouth began melting Samara's resolve. All of her neurotic energy began transforming into a welling mass of lust.

Being a Seedco executive, Loren knew human nature all too well. She would be a doctor of sexual fetishes if such a title existed. She could tell if someone was feeling sexual by the way they crinkled their nose. Considering what she did to people sexually, there definitely was not any formal schooling. Loren had taught the basics of what she knew to the Marquis De Sade and now she had the assistance of technology and symbiotic interstellar plants to take this art to entirely new levels of sexual bliss and perversion. In Loren's mind, one of the cornerstones of modern sexuality was perversion. In a society where they outlaw alcohol, drinking behind closed doors becomes far more seductive and this same rule applies to sex but most people seemed to miss this little detail.

For Loren, coming into Samara's living room like she owned it, getting naked and having a servant suck her plant right in front of an angry penthouse owner was her brand of kinky. Watching Samara's reaction told her everything she needed to know. She could tell Samara was doing her best to be discreet about the effect this show was having on her but Lauren could see through her subterfuge. To the average person, Samara would have appeared to simply sit up straightening her posture but Lauren knew reading someone's body language was all in the details. Watching Samara closely Loren noticed that her knees came together and her hips pivoted rubbing her sex against the seat cushion.

Samara swallowed hard with her eyes staring at the beautiful young woman enjoying her master's plant. She felt like there was a sunrise inside her belly that grew stronger by each passing moment. The Egyptian woman's plant was not as big as Claire's but it was beautifully proportionate. It was only slightly larger than the average human male's erection and the gland at the tip was fully flared out, smooth, wet, and shining in the lamplight. The plant poked straight out of Lauren's body with a slight downward curve.

It was obvious that Stephanie knew this phallus intimately. She was apparently very happy and motivated about her work. As her mood shifted, Samara was suddenly aware that not only was she not angry any longer, she very much wanted her turn at sucking this plant. She knew with the medium size and the slight downward angle, her plant would be a very comfortable deep throat experience. Not that it would be comfortable but it would be easier than most.

The beautiful Loren stood naked with her hands on her hips. Her pelvis thrust forward in an exaggerated pose. Her prideful plant stance reminded Samara of something she might see in a catalog for male underwear. It got her point across. This woman wanted to leave no doubt that she wanted Samara to watch and see everything that happened. This was Samara's own personal show. It gave her a secret thrill to watch the unflappable Loren's intense and confident eyes combing over her body...planning. As much as Samara wanted to defend her ego and tell them both to get dressed, the moment was too delicious to wreck by crashing their party. Regardless, she had to keep herself in check no matter how much this moment turned her on. With her eyes glued to the young woman sucking off and enjoying Loren, she continued her line of questioning. There were so many things she needed answers to but there was one question that had her attention more than the others.

Samara's voice was calm and monotone as she inquired, "Fry said I already have a plant. What did he mean by that? I have never felt or seen anything that validates his comment. Care to explain what he was talking about?" She fully expected Loren to look angry for being disturbed from her sexual endeavors but she spoke to Samara as if they were exchanging baking recipes.

Loren said, "Your plant is a very elegant and beautiful thing. It is not a crude thing like the one you see before you. It is far more sentient and it does your bidding."

"Does my bidding? Is there something I do to activate it? Where is it now? I've had MRI scans at the hospital. Why didn't it show up?"

"You've never had an MRI scan."

"But I..."

"You are a demigod running a program my dear. Your childhood memories were created in a lab, light years away from this planet. You will be able to activate your plant when your mind is ready. It's connected to your photonic core and lives throughout your entire body but you are not ready to use it in your current state. The patch to your program is still making changes and will continue to do so for some time."

Samara was a little annoyed with all of the running around in circles with no real answers. She shook her head a little frustrated. Her lips went to form words expressing her displeasure but she didn't get a chance before Loren interrupted her line of thought.

"If I were you, I'd ask better questions."

Samara looked up into Loren's eyes with a bit of anger. It may have been her imagination but it looked like Loren wanted to take a fearful step back. It seemed to be the theme of the day; first Fry doing a face-plant in her foyer, and now this.

Loren continued a little rattled, "What I meant to say is, 'why don't we forget about your plant'. You are focusing on a line of questioning that will only frustrate you further. One of the reasons I'm here is to teach you how to use your penis."

Samara's eyebrows shot straight up. She thought she'd filled her daily quota of mind blowing events and information but the day was obviously not over yet...she had a penis?

"I...have a..."

The slightest of smiles crooked up on one side of Loren's mouth. She knew she'd get the woman's attention with that bit of information.

Loren said, "Yes love, you have a penis. It may be rough to learn at first but as your program changes it will get easier. Even your ability to feel female sex is improving." She grabbed Stephanie's head and removed her plant penis from the girl's mouth. Pivoting her hips, she turned to face Samara. Lauren's hard and throbbing erection pointed directly at her.

Immediately Samara felt her pulse quicken. She had a suspicion this was going to happen but she had no idea that things would progress this quickly. Deep inside, Samara loved that this woman had such a powerful and commanding presence.

Climbing onto the high back chair, Lauren placed her feet on the arms and leaned forward setting her elbows against the back. She made slow and deliberate thrusts with her hips puppeteering her throbbing love missile into Samara's face. She didn't say a single word but she moaned as she moved slowly advertising her plant, pressing the soft head of it against Samara's cheek.

Watching the woman climb the chair was enough to piss Samara off on any other day but this woman's brazen 'fuck your chair' attitude only managed to excite Samara. Her first instinct was to push her off the chair and scold her but Samara was really enjoying Loren's display of sexual prowess. She wanted to take it into her mouth but she was enjoying the feel of the head pressing into her cheek and lips. There was a honey musk odor that filled her senses and she was enjoying the thick blanket of this woman's pheromones. As Samara listened to Loren moan, there was something about her voice that resonated within her, triggering a deep emotion. It plucked at something that seemed to emanate from her very essence. Samara's chest started heaving with excitement. All of her work to look composed and ladylike had gone out the window. A subtle but obvious moan escaped her lips.

Loren knew exactly what she was doing. The demigod Hypatia had already done everything sexually imaginable to her. Now that she went by the name Samara didn't mean anything to her at all. She knew what the sleeping dragon behind the Samara program enjoyed sexually and she was happy to exploit that knowledge to bait her hook. She'd stood in this position many times and face fucked Hypatia long ago when Loren had a throne room in Egypt. Sometimes her husband Ramesses the great would join in but generally it was just her and Hypatia playing.

"Suck it...suck it...mmm...suck it..." Loren whispered while she thrust her hips. She pressed harder rubbing the skin under the gland against Samara's cheek. She was done waiting for her to open her mouth and ready to get some pleasure right now. She knew deep within Samara the owner of the program would have to accept her offer. She was breaking into this woman's program in ways Samara was completely unaware of. She smiled as she watched Samara turn her head and their eyes met.

The beautiful demigod of a woman opened her mouth wide.

Loren pressed the head against Samara's lower lip and stopped. She rolled it back and forth ever so slightly teasing her. "Suck it...suck my plant cock...suck it."

Even submitting to her, Samara could see Lauren loved to tease. She was playing a little dominance game. It was just too kinky and wrong for Samara to hold back. Samara lifted the smooth round cock head off of her lower lip using her tongue and slid her head forward until the rigid tip pressed against the back of her throat. She started bobbing her head forward and back again. Her tongue slithered right and left, licking quickly along the underside of Loren's plant.

The Egyptian woman moaned and held her hips motionless to let Samara pull and tug at her groin. Her voice quivered and blue light filled Samara's mouth from her precum. Loren thought she would do better with Hypatia while she was dormant and running this Samara program but she was quickly succumbing to the Omega's essence once again. Her cock began to glow with a faint blue light slowly getting brighter. Her plant could not resist Samara and if she didn't do something soon, she'd blast Samara in the face with the fast and humiliating orgasm.

Jumping away from the chair, Loren did a backflip and landed silently behind her subordinate. She grasped her plant with both hands yelling, "Damn your essence! Ooohh..." Breathing heavily she started to regain her composure. With the blue light slowly fading from her plant, she looked into Samara's eyes to see her looking confused by what had just happened.

Samara inquired, "What is wrong with me? First Claire and now you..."

"I shouldn't have to tell you. It is obvious if you accept what Frymon told you about your true form."

"For once maybe you could just give me a straight answer. All Fry said was that I'm an Omega. I'm some engineered photonic..."

Loren's eyes widened when she paused.

Samara's mouth opened and her face seemed to hang in stasis for a short moment. She looked Loren in the eyes and said, "All plants love light. If I'm a photonic being, of course they are attracted to me. It makes perfect sense..."

"And what about your plant?" Loren inquired.

"My plant...would be perfectly happy inside my body. If it is truly connected to my photonic core, then it has everything it needs to survive without ever reaching for the sun or any other source of light."

Nodding her head slowly, Loren's face turned serious, "Your plant is happy to nest within you like a baby suckling its mother's breast. It is perfectly content to stay right where it is." She paused for a moment then finally gave Samara a gem of information, "When you finally do have enough mental power to control your plant, it is a violent maelstrom of rage when you force it away from your light. It is energy you can turn into something sexual or a deadly rage but it is not a docile thing like these plants connected to the rest of us. When you summon yours, you'd better make sure you have at least 5 people you want to kill or fuck. The plant will be ravenous."

"So now would be a bad time?"

"Your plant would bring me within an inch of my life and it would surely fuck poor little human Stephanie here right to death. Do us all a favor and spend some time alone with your plant before you try and use it with people."

Samara sighed, "Aaaahh great, nothing can be easy can it."

Rolling her tongue in her mouth, Samara's face turned three shades of curious then she looked at Loren saying, "Cinnamon? Your plant glows blue and you taste like...cinnamon."

"Yes. I am not human. The human race is a purple bio-luminescence and the plant produces a flavor similar to earth's vanilla bean, my race is blue light and...something similar to cinnamon."

"What then...is your race?"

"We are the Golan. Here on earth to safeguard the human race."

Samara did not see the point in taking that subject any further. This woman was peaking her sexual interest. Similar to her drive to attack Claire earlier, she was experiencing a very base and primal need to take her. More than that, she could sense what this woman's plant wanted.

Suddenly it all seemed very natural. Reaching out with her left hand, Samara started channeling light energy to Loren's plant. The blue light grew brighter again, and she moaned clutching her plant murmuring, "Master...wait...I ...ooohh damn it." With her whole plant lighting up, she dropped to her knees and grabbed Stephanie by the hips. She knew her plant was going to explode but she wanted to do a little damage control and not spray everything in the room. There was no time to warm up her assistant properly. Pressing the head of her plant to the assistant's sex, she did not poke the plant inside but it shot the hot load of plant goo deep, making the young girl yelp and whimper. Loren was spraying so much of her goo; it filled the poor girl up until it shot back out onto her abdomen, legs and the floor. The blue glow between the nude girl's legs threw intense light that etched hard shadows.

Dropping her hand, Samara smirked saying, "Well...now that was interesting."

Loren perked up as she carefully slipped the head of her plant inside the young and beautiful Stephanie. Regaining her composure she spoke looking Samara in the eyes, "Yes, we will probably have a lot more fun tonight if you don't milk my plant for everything its worth. We are just getting this show started."

Up until Loren had climbed up on her chair, Samara was having a grumpy day. She may have been angry having her privacy violated but what she just did to this woman's plant was a complete game changer. That was fun for her and entertaining. She got the impression that Loren knew exactly what she was doing and all of this was just her method to draw out the sleeping demigod within her.

Samara quirked her eyebrow saying, "You said something about teaching me how to use my...penis?"

Loren's lust and resolve seemed unaffected by what Samara had done to her plant. Glowing blue plant goo poured out of Stephanie as Loren drove her plant inside her. This wasn't the first time she'd prepped a slave for a good fuck in this fashion. Before long Loren was riding her assistant at a good rhythm, making the young girl whimper in ecstasy.

Seeing that she was being ignored, Samara sat and watched the show. Her motor was definitely running from what Loren had done to her and all three of them knew it. So Samara relaxed and let go of her inhibitions. Untying her belt, she opened the robe exposing her body to the other two women in the room. She cupped her left breast and with her fingertips she made tiny circles on top of her nipple. Her right hand moved down and started tickling her labia. She pushed down gently in a way that made her clitoris slide between her lips. Loren had been right, there was a lot more feeling down there now. She couldn't remember touching herself and feeling like this before. She even forgot about the other two on the floor, obsessed with her own pussy.

Rubbing slightly harder Samara spread her legs and pulled her knees up to her shoulders. She wanted to see her pussy as she played with it. As her knees came up, her body slid down in the chair. Her fingers rubbed over her clitoris and she could feel the texture of her shin, sending euphoric tingles through her body. She closed her eyes as the rush of pleasure swept her away. She moaned as she changed her routine; Slow then fast, soft then hard.

Feeling a tongue lick up around her clitoris and fingers, Samara gasped and opened her eyes. The young face of Stephanie was buried in her lap. She licked at Samara's sex with a wide flat tongue that moved slowly, occasionally switching to a firm muscle that stirred around her button in tiny circles at a much faster speed, then back to slow, wide, and flat.

Samara moved her hand and grabbed her knees to hold herself steady. What this girl was doing felt unbelievable. Stephanie's lips and tongue jerked forward and back with each thrust of Loren's pelvis. She could feel a shockwave of Loren's energy surge through the young girl and into her sex. The electric current was subtle but she could feel it pulse into her body sending her waves of a strange and new tantalizing rapture.

"Ooh god what are you doing?" Samara moaned. It just came out. She was only half aware that she'd said it through the intense feelings.

"Put your cock in her mouth." Loren said as she looked directly at Samara, "Do it. Fuck her pretty mouth."

Samara didn't have a clue what she was talking about but she tried to focus through the ecstasy and answer the woman, "What...that doesn't even make sense."

Loren persisted, "Use your mind's eye and imagine that your clitoris is huge. See your cock, large and in her mouth...see it...see it growing."

"Ooh but this feels so good. Mmmm...my pussy feels so good."

"Stephanie is not here to eat your pussy and I am not her for simple thrills. Once I get you doing everything your body is capable of, the problem will be 'getting you to put your penis away.' Now focus on what I'm telling you." She pointed to Samara's sex, "Focus!"

Samara was not in control of this sexual tidal wave of pleasure. She felt like a twig rolling down a mighty river. Whether this was a program or not, Samara's memory did not include any sexual feelings this strong. It's one thing to turn your back on good sex, and quite another when it's your first time feeling a pleasure that you've been waiting a lifetime for. The foundation for all of her medical school drama and her need to get a plant was to regain her sexual feeling.

It bothered her to no end that all of her problems and her entire life history were self inflicted by a program...that SHE chose. Along with that knowledge came a deep rooted fear. What sort of entity was she? This photonic Omega...creature, must get very bored if it was willing to self inflict so many years of strife and hardship for fun.