Enshrined

But his concept of their situation had been shaken up severely. Suddenly, being Chaarvi’s ‘master’ seemed much more daunting than he’d previously assumed. He wasn’t worried about his own safety. But if Chaarvi was indeed so dangerous to others, that meant he needed to be extra careful in how he wielded his control over her.

“But… if I’m immune to all that stuff, why do I get the feeling that you’re avoiding me all the time?” Simon asked cautiously. “Like, how come you sit all the way over the other side of the hall during class?” Strangely, he felt as if the answer was practically within his grasp; he just needed a little nudge to get there.

“Because I may be an invisible nobody, master, but you aren’t,” Chaarvi explained. “You have friends. And if they notice that there’s something going on between you and me, they’re gonna get curious. They’re gonna want to know who I am and find out more about me.”

“Shit! That’s right!” Simon agreed.

It was yet another proviso he hadn’t anticipated. Apparently, he would need to keep his relationship with Chaarvi a complete secret, in order to spare his other friends from harm. It was an uncomfortable revelation. Simon suddenly felt lost; as if he’d just discovered he was in a very different position to where he’d believed himself to be.

All these constraints on their relationship were beginning to feel unfair.

“So… I guess there’s no chance of me bringing my gorgeous ‘shrine girl’ home for Thanksgiving?” he mused sarcastically.

Chaarvi lifted her head and stared at him intently. The question had clearly taken her by surprise. She studied him for a moment, trying to discern whether he was joking, or being serious.

“Um… Not unless you want your family driven to literal insanity, master,” she replied, without trying to hide her curiosity.

“Eh. With my sister, that wouldn’t be a long trip, anyway,” Simon shrugged.

Chaarvi smiled, as she laid her head back down on his chest. Simon resumed slowly stroking her hair.

“So… is this how it’s always been for you? Having to avoid everyone, I mean?” he asked after a long pause.

“Not always,” Chaarvi answered softly. “I wasn’t dangerous when I was in grade school.

“It’s not like I had any close friends, or anything. But I could still talk to people; play with the other kids; go to birthday parties, sleepovers…

“Things started to get weird in junior high. Other kids, and even the teachers, started acting really paranoid and moody – like, well beyond typical teenage crap. Straight-A students suddenly started getting D’s and F’s. We had some perfectly literate kids that would just randomly lose the ability to read for a few hours. Shit like that.

“By the time I started high school, it was really bad. Kids were getting charged with crimes left, right and center. And we were just some small town, not some rough inner-city school! They’d never seen anything like this before!

“Some kids would just go psycho in the middle of class. The percentage of kids on antidepressants was six times the national average at my school. It was fifteen times the national average for antipsychotics, and nearly four times the national average for suicide attempts. I know, because there was a major investigation by the health department, trying to figure out why there was suddenly this spike in demand for psychiatric care around my school.”

Although her voice remained steady and articulate, Simon could hear Chaarvi’s mood sinking lower with every sentence. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly. She continued as if she hadn’t even noticed.

“That year, our JV football team was on a hot streak. They were all set to go to the state championships. The whole school was super excited about it. But then one day, this fight just randomly broke out between them in the gym, and they just completely beat the shit out of one another.”

“I think I saw that!” Simon exclaimed in surprise.

“I’m not surprised,” Chaarvi replied, deadpan. “The video went viral.”

Simon distinctly remembered watching that video clip. He remembered being frightened by the brutality of it. It was far worse than your run-of-the-mill schoolyard brawl; those kids almost looked as if they were trying to murder one another! He remembered wondering what on Earth could have filled a bunch of kids his own age with so much violent rage.

“Half the team was hospitalized,” Chaarvi continued, “and the school association disqualified the team from the championship, for their ‘unbecoming conduct.’

“You know, I wasn’t even in the gym at the time,” she mused. “I just needed to be at the school, and…

“Well, after that, I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t understand what was happening, but somehow I just sensed that all these terrible incidents were my fault.

“I tried asking my mom for help, but she… I guess she just thought I was telling crazy stories to get her attention, or something…”

Simon felt his blood beginning to boil at the mention of Chaarvi’s mother, already knowing how she mistreated Chaarvi during her youth.

“But after the fight in the gym, I needed to make it all stop,” Chaarvi continued, “so I just kept begging her for help, until she took me to the city, to see a senior pandit at a Hindu temple. He recognized that my energy was causing all the problems, and he helped me. He taught me exercises, and he taught me how to use a shrine to open a Kundalini channel, to stabilize my energy.

“And it worked! The violence and madness at school stopped practically overnight.

“But whenever anyone interacted with me directly, it was still… weird; like they were on something, you know? They’d have trouble keeping a train of thought, or they’d just be really wound up. It was subtle at first, but it just kept getting worse and worse, until eventually, the ‘incidents’ started up all over again.

“Kids were freaking out, losing their minds; and it didn’t take the school long to notice that I was always as the center of these incidents. Some of the kids even had the presence of mind to blame me for driving them crazy; though they could never explain how I did it.

“And Mom… Well, she just loved getting called in to the school over and over again to be told that her daughter had been involved in another disruptive outburst,” Chaarvi remarked with cold sarcasm.

Simon figured that the most grueling aspect of those hard years for Chaarvi was probably the verbal abuse she received from her mother, after they’d returned home from those meetings. He imagined what one of those encounters would’ve looked like, and a sense of anxiety settled within his stomach. The hairs on his arms stood on end, and he suddenly felt the brisk apartment air upon his naked skin. When had it gotten so chilly in here?

Again, he was left aghast by Chaarvi’s mother’s appalling cruelty. Chaarvi was undoubtedly confused, lost, and terrified by the strange powers she had developed. How could her mother compound that suffering by lashing out at her? Chaarvi hadn’t asked for an overpowered soul that was dangerous to her schoolmates! She couldn’t just ‘switch her dangerous energy off’! She was helpless! It wasn’t her fault!

She needed understanding, reassurance, and help! Not senseless criticism and abuse.

“So eventually,” Chaarvi continued her story, “she got me transferred to a new school, where I show up on day one as this quiet shrinking violet who nobody was ever going to notice. Because when nobody notices me, nobody gets hurt.”

Simon had no words to offer in response to Chaarvi’s heartbreaking tale.

Oddly enough, the awkward silence that descended upon the room actually came as a bit of a relief, because it meant that the story was over. Simon could feel the tension releasing in Chaarvi’s body, very gradually, as her painful trip down memory lane came to its end.

She propped herself, resting her head in her hand, and gazed down at him with gentle eyes.

“I’m dangerous goods, master,” she declared in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. “That’s just the way it is,” she shrugged. There was no self-pity in her voice, nor any uncertainty; only a stoic acceptance of her fate. Simon could tell that, in years gone past, Chaarvi had felt immense grief, as she came to understand that she was unlikely to have any meaningful human contact for the duration of her life. But over time, those wounds had turned into painless calluses.

Simon reached up to brush the hair away from her right temple. He hoped the gesture would comfort her, but it seemed so inadequate.

He studied her bright-eyed, neutral expression. Her young, strikingly beautiful face never failed to captivate him. But for the first time, Simon noticed the lifetime’s worth of pain resting behind that charming facade. It made him sad; yet at the same time, he couldn’t help but be impressed by Chaarvi’s integrity.

Despite all the hardship and mistreatment she had suffered, she had still grown into a gentle, selfless woman with a warm heart. It would have been so easy for Chaarvi to have been left embittered and resentful by the unfairness of her life. But she never allowed her trials to snuff out her inner light. For Simon, that only reaffirmed his impressions of how wonderful she truly was.

Chaarvi sighed softly, as her lips curled up into an unguarded frown that lasted no more than a split second.

“Can I… Can I ask a favor?” she asked with hesitation.

“Anything,” Simon replied.

“Can we stop talking now, and just have sex?” she asked plainly. Her tone was mild, but there was desperation in her eyes. She had no further appetite for heavy pillow talk, nor for reliving the ugly memories of her teenage years. She wanted to go somewhere happier, somewhere warm and easy.

“Sounds good to me,” Simon smiled.

Chaarvi smiled, too, and they both leaned in for a long, tender kiss.

Their arms coiled around each other as the first leisurely kiss became another, and another. Neither of them was in any particular hurry to take things to the next level.

Simon’s hand reacquainted itself with Chaarvi’s body, firmly caressing her waist, hip, and ass cheek. He shifted his weight and rolled on top of her, where they continued sharing long, slow kisses for some time. Eventually, Simon broke away, and began slowly kissing his way down Chaarvi’s delicious body.

He settled upon her breasts for a while, kissing their fleshy surface, before sealing his lips around her nipple, and kissing, suckling, and tongue-tickling it extensively. Even once her nipple was completely erect, Simon kept tormenting it for some time, until he was confident that it was buzzing with erogenous pleasure. Once he had brought her right boob to the heights of pleasure, he moved on to the left, and gave it the same meticulous attention.

When he was finished with her tits, Simon stuck his tongue out, and licked a trail from Chaarvi’s nipple, to her sternum, and then slithering downwards to her belly. When he arrived at her mons, his tongue danced across it from side-to-side. He had always been ticklish in that area of his own body, and he got the distinct impression that Chaarvi was, too.

He gave the skin of her crotch two passionate kisses, one on either side of her lush landing strip, before tickling the top of her mons one last time with his tongue. He wanted to prolong her anticipation of the main event. But soon enough, he sunk down and began playing with her clit.

Every time they had been together so far, Simon had paid attention to the way Chaarvi responded to the various attentions he gave her nether regions. By now, he fancied himself something of an expert on what her pussy liked. He knew where to stroke her, what rhythms to use, and when to go in hard with the frenzied teasing.

His lips and tongue went to town on her pussy, in a way she could never have braced herself for.

Chaarvi was generally not a noisy girl when she was enjoying herself. But Simon could still tell when she came, by the tension in her body. Reading her body, her intermittent spasms, her choked whimpers; Simon knew that this climax was something exceptional for Chaarvi – perhaps the most powerful she had ever known.

“Excellent!” he thought to himself. He wanted to give her the ride of a lifetime. After learning about her history, he figured she deserved it. She deserved all the happiness in the world.

Only once he had taken her to the verge of passing out did Simon relent. He puckered his lips and pressed them against her clit, in a long, motionless kiss. That way, she could still feel him connecting with her as she came down, but without any movement to torment her hyper-erogenous bud.

Her pubes tickled his nose. God, he loved that sexy little bush of hers!

Chaarvi’s trembling hands landed upon his head. What he first assumed were clumsy attempts to caress him turned out to actually be a summons to come back up and kiss her some more. Simon happily obliged, pulling himself up until he was lying face to face with her.

They settled in to a long, continuous kiss, that seemed to go on and on for ages. Even though Chaarvi was completely exhausted, her tender, patient lips still expressed an insatiable desire for him. It was the kiss of two lovers who couldn’t get enough of each other.

Chaarvi wrapped her arms around him, and her legs followed suit soon after. Simon knew that, if her limbs had any strength left in them, the embrace would’ve been inescapable. He reciprocated by wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her passionately.

Eventually, Chaarvi broke away from the kiss. Simon opened his eyes and found himself staring into her adoring gaze.

“Come inside me, master,” she panted softly. “Please, I want to have you inside me.”

Simon could tell, from the pleading look in her eyes, that she wasn’t just being cute; she was crazy-horny for some penetration.

“Your wish is my command, milady,” Simon grinned.

They simultaneously aligned their groins, as Simon dove in for yet another long, luxurious kiss. He guided his cockhead to her moist opening, and then patiently pushed himself inside her, deeper and deeper, until he was pressing her hips into the mattress with all his might. Chaarvi moaned sweetly in to their kiss as she finally felt her master filling the insufferable emptiness in her crotch. It was music to Simon’s ears.

Simon began thrusting, but only very gently and very slowly. He was in no rush to finish; in fact, he wished this moment could last forever. He’d had sex with Chaarvi countless times over the past week, but her pussy had never felt so good before. He wanted to savor it for as long as he could.

But the more he moved inside her, the more his cock ached to reach its climax. Simon couldn’t resist quickening his pace a little. Chaarvi responded with a series of happy moans. Simon could swear she was getting tighter and tighter with every passing moment.

Although it was deliberately a slow, luxurious round of sex, when Simon was ready to cum, he didn’t fight to prolong the inevitable, as he normally would. This time he let go, and lost himself in the myriad of pleasures: Chaarvi’s tender kisses; her hands coursing all over his back in a wild, serene dance of lust; the hot, buoyant softness of her breasts, cushioning his own abs; the flesh of her ass cheek yielding to his grasp; and, of course, the sublime hospitality of her pussy. Being with Chaarvi was like paradise.

In fact, Simon was enjoying himself so thoroughly that he didn’t immediately notice when his semen began to spill into her womanhood. It was just one more ecstasy in overwhelming chorus of ecstasies. It was a relatively mild orgasm, neither strenuous nor jarring. Nonetheless, it was hearty load, and Simon felt as if it took many more ejaculations than normal to deplete himself.

The climax scarcely exhausted Simon, leaving him with ample energy to continue making out with Chaarvi enthusiastically for several more minutes afterwards. But a few seconds after he stopped cumming, a wave of warmth spread through his whole body, leaving him with a sense of unparalleled satisfaction. As mild as it had been, it still ranked as one of the best orgasms he’d ever had.

When the moment had run its course, their lips finally parted. Simon opened his eyes again, for the first time in ages, and looked down at his gorgeous lover. She was flushed and, much like himself, slightly out of breath. He deduced that she had probably had another mild orgasm, perhaps around the same time he’d had his own.

She gazed at him with dreamy eyes, and smiled broadly.

“Thank you, master,” she cooed happily, “that was wonderful.”

Simon couldn’t immediately think of anything to say that seemed to do the moment justice, so he merely responded with a gentle kiss to her cheek.

He gazed upon her lovely face, and once again found himself completely smitten. Even sweaty, flushed, exhausted and messy as she was in the wake of her orgasm, her beauty had no compare. For the hundredth time, he thanked his lucky stars that this amazing woman was his lover.

“I have no idea what sort of effects you have on other people, Chaarvi,” Simon remarked with a gentle shake of his head. His voice was scarcely more than a whisper. “But I can tell you one thing for certain: you are by far the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

At first, a blank look settled upon Chaarvi’s face. It was as if his words had bewildered her, and she needed a few seconds to process them. Then, her lips curled up into a broad grin, and soon after began to quiver. Simon noticed the beginnings of tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

Without a word, she pulled him close and tightened her arms around his back. He reciprocated by squeezing her as tightly as he was able. His face settled into the space beside her head, and he nuzzled the side of her neck.

There wasn’t a force in heaven or Earth that could’ve pried them apart.

Chapter 9

Simon awoke to a bright, sun-bathed apartment.

Without even needing to look around, he could feel that he was alone in the bed. He sighed in disappointment. Life was good all round, but there was nothing like waking up in bed with company.

As a matter of fact, he was surprised that Chaarvi hadn’t slept in this morning. He would’ve thought she’d need the rest, considering how vigorous she’d been in bed last night.

It was all thanks to a little pet theory Simon had decided to test out yesterday: that he may be able to use his mind control powers to manipulate Chaarvi on a purely subconscious level.

The experiment began early in the morning, with Simon issuing a simple command for Chaarvi to feel a little aroused. As per usual, she seemed completely unaware of him exercising any influence over her.

As the day progressed, he kept reinforcing the suggestion, making her hornier and hornier. Specifically, he teased her with suggestions that she felt empty downstairs, and how satisfying it would feel to fill her sex with a big, hard cock.

He could barely curb his delight in class, watching her squirm in her seat all through the lesson, as her pussy itched with lust. The heat rising in her body became too much for her, forcing her to strip off her jacket and release the collar button of her blouse. The poor Little Gray Mouse had no idea why she was so ridiculously horny today.

Watching her in such a noticeable state of arousal, Simon unexpectedly became more than a little turned-on, himself.

As soon as she got back to the apartment that evening, Chaarvi came on to Simon strongly, with flirtatious cues that he knew very well. But Simon firmly reined her in with his mind control powers, explaining that he was famished and he wanted to have dinner before they settled down for the night. In reality, that was simply a ruse to wind her up even more; to force her to sit through a tiresome meal, when all she could think about was having sex.

After they’d finished washing the dishes, Simon’s experiment came to a head. Not knowing precisely what to expect, he released all his mental constraints over her, essentially leaving Chaarvi to her own devices. In an instant, his Little Gray Mouse set upon him; making out with him with wild, passionate kisses that didn’t care overmuch about finding his lips, while simultaneously grinding her skirt against his crotch aggressively.

Before he knew what had happened, he found himself hurled down upon his mattress with a very determined Hindu demi-goddess straddling him, riding his manhood as if there were no tomorrow. She hadn’t even been bothered to fully remove her blouse, or unbind her hair as she normally did.

She brought him to one of the most mindblowing orgasms he’d ever had, before rolling off on to the mattress, where she babbled some of the sexiest dirty-talk Simon had ever heard.

“Damn, your dick rocks my world! Gets me so fucking wet and horny! Sometimes I just want to nail that door shut and just fuck that dick until I can’t get up anymore!”

He was astonished when, after she’d recuperated, Chaarvi climbed on top of him, pinned him down again, and began riding him with almost as much vigor as their previous round! No sweet nothings were exchanged; she just wanted hot, uncomplicated sex. And once that protracted session had run its course, the entire cycle repeated for a third round.

“Wow! Again? How are you not wrecked by now?” Simon asked in amazement, as she began assertively gyrating on his rod for the third time.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m just really in the mood,” she purred absently. “I’ve been thinking about this all day long – you have no idea.”

“Gee, I wonder why?” Simon teased. Chaarvi immediately understood.

“Ooooh! Master likes it when his servant’s got the need, does he?” she mewed sweetly, pursing her lips into a playful smile. “Well, in that case, I guess I should thank you. This was totally worth the wait,” she sighed.

“Wow. You are seriously enjoying this, aren’t you?” Simon asked, as she continued her rhythmic thrusting. Her euphoria was written all over her face and within her body language.

“Mmm-hmm,” Chaarvi agreed. “Turns out you don’t need a crowd to have a party.”

Simon’s little experiment had succeeded beyond his wildest expectations. Chaarvi spent the night going off like a Fourth of July fireworks show. And although she had been an intense lover on many previous occasions, Simon had never before been ravaged so aggressively, nor so persistently.

He ended the night dazed, disoriented, and hopelessly spent. Frankly, he was relieved when Chaarvi finally ran out of steam, because by that point he had no chance of getting hard again for her. It had been one of the most thrilling nights of his life.

He had woken up feeling well-rested and extremely content. The memories of that wild night were still fresh in his mind, and he reveled in them.

Nonetheless, he missed his girlfriend.

Curious about where she had gotten to, he turned his head and peered across the room. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, and steam was wafting out through the gap.

“You’re up early,” he thought. He didn’t care to check the time, but judging by the light, he guessed it was around 7am.

“Yes, master. I wanted to get an early start,” Chaarvi’s voice echoed inside his head. “I’m hoping I can make some serious headway on that assignment this morning. That way, I should be completely free for the weekend.”

Almost three months had passed since that fateful conversation in the college stairwell – the moment they chose to begin an ongoing sexual relationship. It had been three amazing months of frantic passion; realized fantasies; and wondrous, unguarded intimacy.

Every time they made love, the magical bond between them grew stronger. By now, their connection was so powerful, they were able to communicate telepathically, without ever opening their mouths.

The first indication that their mental link was growing stronger came a few weeks into their relationship, when they realized they’d begun sharing the exact same dreams at night. They’d been sharing dreams ever since. They’d had some amazing adventures together.

Then, one Saturday morning, as Chaarvi laid curled up in Simon’s arms, he began to hear the sound of her voice in his head. At first, he couldn’t discern what she was ‘saying’; but soon enough, they were communicating quite clearly with one another, completely telepathically.

Initially, they could only communicate this way when they were in physical contact. But before the week was out, they were able to converse clearly from across the room.

Now, they were able to communicate freely from across town! Chaarvi theorized that, ultimately, they would be able to travel anywhere on Earth without ever losing contact with one another.

This new line of communication had proven to be a wonderful gift.

Although Simon still needed to maintain a physical separation from his ‘Little Gray Mouse’ out in public, he always felt Chaarvi by his side.

In their lectures, they shared thoughts, observations and jokes from opposite ends of the hall, without anybody noticing. One of Simon’s favorite tricks was tickling Chaarvi’s sense of humor during class, and watching her lips contort in to all sorts of strange positions as she struggled not to laugh.

They could sit down to eat lunch in completely different parts of the college, yet have a lively conversation throughout, as if they were sitting across a table from one another.

Simon finally had the close romantic relationship he’d always dreamed of, in all but the most superficial sense. He and his girlfriend were always together, even if they were rarely literally together, during the day.

All the same, they both often lamented the fact that they weren’t able to go on dates, the way a normal couple could. They loved being together, but being cooped up in Simon’s small apartment every night and weekend had become tiresome.

They were able to go see movies together, so long as they arrived separately and found adjacent seats in the darkened cinema. But even those carefully-orchestrated little outings weren’t foolproof. A couple of times, Simon had been accosted by his friends when he arrived and, much to his chagrin, he wasn’t able to sit with Chaarvi.

Otherwise, they could never risk being spotted out in public together. Chaarvi’s condition just made it too dangerous for Simon’s friends, or even casual strangers who might be captivated by the sight of two young lovers enjoying one another’s company.

That was why they were both looking forward to the coming weekend so much.

They had rented a modest cottage deep in the woods. Miles from civilization, surrounded by acres and acres of little-known, yet apparently quite picturesque wilderness. Finally, they would be able to get out and about together, without having to worry about encountering other people. Two whole days of being a regular couple!

Simon admired Chaarvi’s plan to get ahead of her schoolwork beforehand. The weekend would be far more pleasant without looming deadlines weighing on their minds.

“That’s smart,” he praised her telepathically, as he rolled out of bed. “You want me to give you a hand?”

They had been collaborating on their assignments frequently over these past months. Working together, they had concocted numerous innovative new perspectives on the course material. Both their grades had improved, and Simon’s passion for engineering had been rekindled stronger than ever. Simon likewise noticed a fresh spark of life in Chaarvi. He could tell she was much more engaged in the work now than when they’d first met.

“No, I’ll be okay, master,” Chaarvi politely declined. “I think today’s just mostly going to be the boring number crunching. You know, grunt work?”

“Oh, you lucky dog!” Simon sarcastically replied. “You want to keep all that fun to yourself?”

“Hmph. I think it’s more like diving on the grenade,” Chaarvi responded.

Simon lumbered over to the bathroom and opened the door. Behind the fogged-up glass of the shower stood the statuesque form of his girlfriend. Even though it was a blurry image, that long sea of naked, light brown skin, shaped by a set of comely curves, was more than enough to stir the beginnings of an erection in his cock.

As he opened the shower door, Chaarvi turned and shone him one of those trademark grins that always took his breath away.

He stepped inside to join her, his rod already growing, and beginning to rise. Chaarvi threw her arms over his shoulders and Simon reciprocated the embrace by placing his hands upon her waist.

“You were incredible last night,” Simon thought, as they greeted one another with a kiss.

“So were you, master,” Chaarvi complimented.

“Have enough time for an early morning workout, before you leave?” he asked suggestively. He would’ve fully understood if she answered, ‘no.’ In that case, he would content himself with merely helping Chaarvi wash herself. He’d rein in his friskier ambitions until they got back home that evening.

“Of course,” Chaarvi replied cheerfully, gazing at him with bedroom eyes and a devious smile.

They leaned in to kiss once more, far more passionately than before. Simon’s cock immediately became a full, raging erection, lifting itself firmly against Chaarvi’s labia as it strained to rise to its full height.

Chaarvi retreated a few inches, until her back was pressed against the cool tiles of the shower wall. Simon broke the kiss and kneeled down to begin fondling and suckling upon her breasts. Conventional wisdom held that cold pizza and warm beer was the breakfast of champions; but as far as Simon was concerned, there was no better way to start the day than with the taste of Chaarvi’s nipples upon his tongue.

He teased her crotch with his hand, never quite dipping low enough to brush her clitoris. But soon enough, he shifted his attention away from her boobs, affectionately nuzzling her belly as he descended all the way down to her pussy.

He buried his face against her bush, while his tongue quickly found her clit. He worked efficiently to get her excited.

When she was ready, he mentally willed her to turn around. As her tight little ass came into view, Simon couldn’t resist sinking his teeth into her right buttock. Chaarvi never failed to make Simon wild for whatever part of her anatomy she was flaunting at him. She moaned abruptly in response to his playful love-bite; she liked it.

Simon stood and positioned himself behind her, as she braced herself against the wall and stuck out her butt to give him better access to her pussy. He guided the tip of his cock on to the very center of her opening and pushed himself inside. Chaarvi moved her hips even closer to him, relishing the sensation of being filled.

“You like that, baby?” Simon prompted her, as he began thrusting at a moderate pace.

“Yes, master!” Chaarvi cooed with lust.

Simon’s hands slid down her slender waist and settled upon her hips momentarily. Then one hand slithered down the crease of her crotch and began to massage her clitoris.

“You like being my sex-slave? You like it when I control you?” he asked, as he kissed her shoulder.

“Yes master!” she repeated, more decisively than before. “It’s so exciting.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmm… You make me feel so sexy, so alive…” she elaborated.

“You are sexy,” Simon telepathically growled with a particularly eager thrust that unsettled Chaarvi’s steady footing. Her soft buttocks cushioned his groin as he pressed against her. “Goddamn perfection!”

Her body was a sensual paradise. He could hardly wait to cum inside her.

“Thank you, master,” Chaarvi absently responded. “You bring it out in me… my wild side. You get me so fucking horny! I never felt like this before. I love the things you do to me!” she moaned.

“Hmm. I guess it’s fun having a shrine that can worship you for a change, then?” Simon mused playfully.

His hand redoubled its efforts to stimulate her privates. While his palm rhythmically rubbed her tender mons, his fingertips began to switch up their tempo as they traced circles upon her clit.

“It’s wonderful, master,” Chaarvi replied. “I’m so lucky… I’m yours. All yours… so lucky…”

“Are you still glad I crashed your shrine ceremony?” Simon teased.

“I can’t thank you enough, master,” she whimpered, with heartfelt sincerity.

By this point, they were both much too excited to maintain a conversation. Simon sealed the sentiment by nuzzling through her hair and planting a gentle kiss upon the side of her neck.

His hips worked her with broad, powerful strokes, driving her closer and closer toward a dizzying climax.

More by reflex than design, his left hand inched up her waist, until it was soon enough cupped around her breast. Once again, Simon was struck with the sense that Chaarvi’s boobs were larger than what he could hold in his hand. She was more woman than he knew what to do with.

That thought was enough to finish him. His cock began gushing with heavy ejaculations. He pushed himself all the way inside and held her hips firmly against his crotch, as he filled her inviting snatch with his seed. Chaarvi came as well, in an electrifying orgasm that rendered her as weak as a kitten. Her head came to rest against the shower wall; her cheek flush against the cool, wet tiles, while she burbled soft, dainty moans of ecstasy.

Steamy water rained down upon their motionless bodies, while they rode out the thrill of their shared climax.

As they began to calm down, Simon’s hand began to gently wander around Chaarvi’s mons. She slipped her own hand over the top of his, and clasped it firmly, entwining their fingers. Simon could feel her immense affection for him just as surely as he felt the tangible warmth of her body. He squeezed her fingers in return and kissed her shoulder softly. The remarkable connection they shared had once again grown stronger.

It was a delightful moment. But Chaarvi was mindful that the hot water would not last forever; and she had a long day ahead of her, as well. Despite her frustration, she broke their serene pose and turned around to face her lover. She laid her arms upon his shoulders once again and leaned in to kiss him passionately several times.

“Thank you, master,” she telepathically sighed. “Such a wonderful way to start the day!

“I suppose I should get going,” she lamented, after another kiss.

Simon reluctantly agreed.

Chaarvi gave her body a brisk, final once-over with soap and cleaned her privates. As Simon helped rub her down, he was reminded of how confined the shower was. He had banged his elbows on the glass wall numerous times just now, while making love to Chaarvi, and that same chilly glass had brushed against his buttocks repeatedly as he thrust against her. It was a meager little cubicle, not at all designed for a young couple to shower together, let alone to fool around in.

Indeed, the apartment itself was hardly fit for a couple. Chaarvi had been spending virtually every night there, and Simon had done his best to make her feel at home. But realistically, there was not enough space for two people, and Chaarvi often needed to return to her own dorm to study.

That was why they had decided to pool their resources and rent a bigger apartment together. Though they weren’t going to worry about that until after finals.

Of course, moving in together presented a whole slew of new problems. Once they shared a legal address, it would be exponentially more difficult to conceal their relationship. But even so, they were determined to start living together as a proper couple. Besides, they were engineers; finding solutions for tricky problems was what they did best.

Chaarvi stepped out of the shower, leaving it all to Simon, who began leisurely washing himself. He watched her with fascination through the glass door as she toweled herself down. He mentally willed her to turn slightly to her left. Chaarvi obeyed, without any apparent awareness of his command.

Simon sighed with heady bliss as he admired Chaarvi’s form from this new angle. He still had a perfect view of her sexy little ass and long athletic legs, but now he could also see the sumptuous bulge of her left breast. It jiggled about merrily as she briskly rubbed her towel over her body, flaunting its remarkable suppleness and mass.

Simon couldn’t imagine a more perfect vision of the female form; and she was all his. Life couldn’t get any better than this.

When she finished drying herself, Chaarvi slipped quietly out of the bathroom.

By the time Simon had finished his own shower and left the bathroom, Chaarvi was fully dressed in her ‘Little Gray Mouse’ outfit and looked as if she was ready to leave. As she picked up her satchel, she looked up at Simon and smiled.

“Hey,” she greeted him. “I poured you some cereal, and the toast should be just about ready.”

“Thanks,” Simon replied.

“Okay, I’m off,” Chaarvi declared. She strode over and planted a proper good-bye kiss on his lips, before turning and leaving with an adoring, beauty-queen grin.

When she was gone, Simon’s gaze lingered happily on the apartment door. It was a sobering sight, seeing Chaarvi in her Little Gray Mouse disguise, but not even trying to hide her true, sweet demeanor. He realized that nobody else ever got to see that sparkle of life in that girl’s eyes, or that heartwarming smile. He marveled at what a unique privilege it was to be Chaarvi’s shrine; to be able to see the remarkable beauty in the ‘frumpy’ girl everybody else just ignored.

An unpleasant odor tickled his nose.

“Shit!” Simon cursed, as he realized where it was coming from. The toast was burning.

Chapter 10

With their picnic lunch all but finished, Simon and Chaarvi leaned back to enjoy the view in a pleasant silence. Chaarvi’s head rested comfortably upon Simon’s shoulder. In one hand, they each held a wine glass, half-filled from a $30 bottle of affordable red that Simon asked one of his work friends to buy for him. Not bad for a couple of dirt-poor college kids.

A thousand glimmers of sunlight danced upon the ripples of the picturesque pond.

Simon was glad they’d done this. Carrying the picnic gear all this way had been a chore, but it had been well worth the effort.

Yet despite the tranquil ambience, Simon’s heart refused to settle down. There was no mystery as to why; there was something important he needed to do. No sense in putting it off any longer.

“Chaarvi?” he gently prompted her, through their psychic link.

“Mmm?” she responded.

“You know I love you, right?” he declared.

How he had longed to say those words. He’d known how he truly felt about Chaarvi for several weeks now. But he’d been yearning to speak those three little words for as long as he could remember.

He’d always been a closet romantic; always dreamed of building his life around a ‘one true love.’ But then came junior high, where Simon often witnessed his friends professing their boundless love for some girl, only for them to end up speaking of them with resentment weeks later, after the relationship soured. It disappointed Simon terribly, to see his precious dream cheapened like that; to watch ‘love’ be played out as some disposable 30-second sketch.

He swore to himself that he would never tell a girl he loved her, until he was absolutely certain that his feelings were real and unwavering.

Now, at last, that day had come. Chaarvi was that girl. There was no doubt about it.

He’d been waiting so patiently for the right moment to tell her. If he’d blurted it out in the midst of their lovemaking, as he had almost done on many occasions, Chaarvi would have easily dismissed it as just some thoughtless expression of lust. But here, over a quiet picnic lunch, she could have no doubts about his sincerity.