Chapter 13 - Power of the Flower

I can't fathom why I'm entangled in an argument with a man whose power is luck. It's unmistakable that magic reigns supreme as the most potent art, especially when juxtaposed with a skill that is a mere casino game," mused the Professor, his fingers deftly adjusting his beret.

"Your tricks are nothing compared to the riches he could amass with me!" argued Talon vehemently. 

The Professor, seeking resolution, implored, "Put an end to this dispute. Whom do you choose?"

Jason contemplated the two gentlemen who stood before him in the dimly lit confines of his bedroom in Amber's apartment. He was disinclined to make a choice, unwilling to grant either of them the satisfaction they sought. Then, a notion germinated in his mind.

"I have come to a resolution," Jason stated. 

"Whom do you pick?" they both inquired simultaneously. 

"Xanthie," Jason declared, leaving them both surprised, their faces admitting defeat. 

Xanthie, who had been silently observing from a corner, perked up upon hearing her name.

"I don't know if you have noticed, but Xanthie does not speak and communicates via thoughts," commented Talon, enlightening Jason on her silent nature.

Jason, who hadn't had much opportunity to interact with Xanthie since leaving the hospital, had a suspicion she did not speak, but hadn't had the chance to confirm it. He beckoned her to approach, and she complied, moving halfway toward him. With a bow, she conveyed a message that he should come closer to her. Understanding her unspoken request, he rose and met her in the central and most spacious part of the room.

"I would like you to bestow your power upon me. What would you have me do?" Jason inquired.

Jason suddenly comprehended her desire for him to remain motionless. Her vines began to unfurl from her forearms, then her upper arms, then finally from her shoulders. They glided purposefully toward him, enveloping his waist and gently pulling him closer. As her verdant tendrils metamorphosed into a strapless gown, they continued their ascent, encircling his arms. The dress cascaded lower and lower, as her boobs got bigger and bigger, as though freed from the constraints of the tightest corset on earth. The vines got to his finger tips, as they unravelled to Xanthie's waist, revealing her unbelievable bust. Her boobs were massive and beautiful, with marvellous pink nipples that were perfectly sized, truly befitting of a god. As she moved they bounced with a majestic grace, hypnotising Jason with their magnificence. As the vines came to a stop, a luminous energy emanated from them, as she initiated the transfer of her power. As the glow brightened she drew him even closer to her, lifting Jason from the ground. At the lights peak the room blazed with an intensity reminiscent of the sun at its zenith, gradually dimming until it extinguished. Then, still enmeshed in her vines, he heard a voice in his mind.

[I have bestowed upon you the power to commune with plants and animals through touch and thought. Wield it wisely] explained Xanthie. 

The vines began to recede, concealing and enfolding her beautiful bust once more, gently placing him back on the ground. Jason nodded respectfully, taking her hand once more to communicate.

[Thank you for bestowing your power on me. I hope we won't be strangers,] Jason replied, their unique connection facilitating their conversation.

Xanthie blushed slightly in response and retreated into his consciousness.

"Well that was a spectacle I certainly won't be able to live up to," remarked Talon. 

"Indeed, an unforgettable experience," replied Jason, still fantasising over those magnificent tits. 

As a yawn escaped Jason's lips, Talon sensed his fatigue. It was time for bed, but he had one more matter to address. Where had Liz been? Was she upset with him? 

"Goodnight, Jason," Talon said, detecting Jason's intentions.

"Goodnight," Jason replied as the remaining gods returned to his mind for the night. Once they had all receded, he spoke aloud to the empty room, addressing Liz.

"Liz! Please, can we talk? Are you upset with me?" Jason inquired, but there was no immediate response. After a brief silence, he tried again. "Please?"

Liz materialised in front of him and sat on the bed without uttering a word. Jason studied her, attempting to discern her emotions, but his understanding of demon emotions was limited.

"What's troubling you, Liz?" Jason asked with genuine concern.

"It's nothing," she replied, though it was evident that something was amiss.

"Please, tell me. We're partners; we should work through this," Jason implored.

A fleeting smile crossed Liz's lips, only to be replaced by a sombre expression. "The other night, when you came, I sensed shame in you, as if it were disgraceful to play with me," she confessed, her voice tinged with sadness.

Jason was surprised that a god like Liz would have low self worth. Of course the shame wasn't for her, it was from being walked in on by Amber, and her seeing their intimate encounter, after he had only lived there for a few hours. Liz was following his train of thought, relief washing over her as she understood. Jason resolved to be more mindful of his emotions in future.

"You silly, you didn't come out because you thought I was ashamed of you?" Jason questioned.

"I was trying to give you space, but it seems I misunderstood. I'm sorry," she replied, her voice filled with relief. "But I did come out a few times to watch something else, which is happening now." 

"It's okay; just talk to me next time," Jason reassured her, addressing the most important issue first.

"I will," Liz promised.

"So, what were you watching?" Jason inquired.

Liz grinned mischievously, leaning in close to whisper softly in his ear. "Follow me and be quiet."

Jason followed Liz as she left the room and walked down the hall, across the lounge, and to the master bedroom, which was Amber's room. As she approached the door, she put her finger over her lips, pressed her ear against the door, and motioned for Jason to do the same. Jason's nerves were on edge, as he realised this might already be considered invasive. He attempted to retreat, but Liz was there to stop him and gently guided him back to the door. From inside, they could hear a faint noise, a rapid squelching and the occasional soft moan. Jason quickly realised what was happening, she was masturbating. Jason attempted to make a quick escape, but Liz caught him once more. She pulled him back to the door, urging him to listen once again. From inside Jason could hear Amber speak softly, and though the words were faint, he managed to make out some of them.

"Oh Jason, fuck me harder," she moaned. 

Liz raised her eyebrow, as if to say, "Well, get in there." As much as Jason would love to do so, he was not that bold, even as the new and confident him. Regardless of his intentions, Amber's moans were extremely sexy and highly arousing, causing little Jason to stand to attention. 

"If you're not going to go in, I will make the most of it," she whispered in his ear, grabbing his erection and pulling it with her back towards his room. Once inside she pushed him onto the bed and crawled on top of him, her amazing form pinning him down. She leaned in and began to kiss him, sticking her forked tongue into his mouth, exploring the chasm between his cheeks.

Jason wasn't sure where this came from, but was more than willing to let it happen.