The Source of Power
By Schala
"It's lost its power," Melchoir said.
The three Gurus and Schala were standing around the Mammon Machine, puzzled. The Dreamstone's power had seemed to be weakening over the past week. Schala knew she had been recharging properly overnight, but the stone seemed to have less power each day. The four were at a loss as to what to do.
"Maybe the Queen's pendant...?" Gaspar suggested.
Schala shook her head. "The second would amplify the power of the first," she said. "Both pendants need to have strong power in order to have the maximum results."
There was only one way to know what to do. The Mammon Machine, and the energy that fueled it, were temperamental things. Just the proper handling was needed, and only Schala was in tune enough with that energy to know how to deal with it.
Schala walked slowly around the machine, her eyes closed, the fingers of one hand just barely touching the machine. She breathed in and out slowly, opening her senses, trying to sense any vibes coming from the energy that resonated from deep within the planet.
"It's not the pendant itself," Schala said almost dreamily, listening to the vibes. "It's the energy that's being channeled into it..."
"If so, then there has to be a stronger kind of energy we can channel through to the Dreamstone," Belthasar said.
"Mmm..." Schala murmured, facing the machine and pressing both her palms to it.
"It feels warm..." she whispered, turning around and pressing her back to it, her eyes still closed. "There is such a strong energy coming from the machine, and yet the Dreamstone is losing its power..." She took in deep, careful breaths, her chest heaving. She felt a pleasant electricity that made her tingle from head to toe. Then she gasped lightly as she received a message in her mind. She drew her breath in deeply as the Power told her what must be done...
Gaspar watched her carefully, a strange understanding filling his mind, his breath starting to come in quick gasps. *Good god, what am I feeling?*
He walked quietly up to her. "Princess," he breathed out, sliding his hand over her hip.
"Mmm..." Schala did not open her eyes even as the guru starting fondling her breasts. She moaned as his lips brushed against her neck and his body pressed next to hers. He held her tightly, rubbing up against her, and his cock hardened
"Gaspar, what..." The other two were in shock, partly from Gaspar's actions, partly because they were getting aroused by the scene.
Then they realized the Dreamstone was beginning to glow brighter.
"Is this...is this the way?...." Belthasar said sighingly.
Melchior didn't answer. He was already striding over to the other two, his body being pulled in that direction by some unseen force. But there was that wonder in the back of his mind:
*Should we?...Can we?...Is it even for me to decide?...*
Gaspar pulled Schala away from the machine and lay back on the floor, with her straddling him. The second guru came up behind her and suddenly whisked off her flowing dress over her head. She sat there in all her naked splendor, the Dreamstone gleaming brilliantly between her breasts.
As she knelt there, gloriously naked before three men whom she had considered her surrogate fathers all her life, even Schala felt a qualm....
*What is this?....Isn't there another way?...*
But the Power poured within them a fresh desire that overcame all rational thought...
Schala leaned down and began kissing Gaspar's chest, small, gentle kisses that barely touched his skin. The guru inhaled sharply, his hard cock pressing into her stomach. She lifted his robes and rubbed her belly against the tip.
Melchior ran his hands over Schala's back, her shoulders, feeling her silky skin. He knelt down behind her and brought his hands to her front, squeezing her breasts roughly, then slid them around until they rested on her hips. He bent over and rubbed his cheek against her back, then trailed his lips down and started nibbling at her tender buttocks.
The third guru, watching all the while, suddenly turned away, feeling his manhood stiffen to complete attention. "This...this isn't right!" he exclaimed hoarsely, voicing the doubt that was in all of their minds. "We shouldn't...the Princess..."
Schala looked up with half-closed eyes. "Belthasar..." she said quietly, invitingly. Her voice had been changed by the Power. "This is the way...this is the energy we need to power the machine! Come....share in this warmth...we need your vitality to make this work..."
Her voice, so silky, so captivating....Belthasar turned around slowly. He saw Melchoir licking Schala's butt now, saw Gaspar's hands rub her chest and move down slowly. He heard her moan softly as the Guru's fingers slid into her wet vagina and probed in her depths.
She looked at Belthasar again, but her eyes only half-saw him, possessed as she was by this powerful sexual force. She moaned louder, a tantalizing sound, beckoning him....
The Dreamstone gleamed, its light seeming to wink at him...
Melchior suddenly pulled Schala up to a standing position, and the last guru strode over. Belthasar kissed her deeply, holding her with one hand while his other pinched her already taut nipples. He bent his head and sucked on her breasts hard while the other rubbed her belly, listening to her sighs of pleasure.
Melchior slid his hand between the two of their bodies and massaged Schala's soft flesh. He moved his hand down, touching the other guru's cock. A faint shock of pleasure ran through both the men. Melchior grasped it, squeezing and tugging as much as he could, pressing it into the princess' belly, making the other man moan even as he sucked on her.
Gaspar pulled Melchior away and came to stand behind the princess. He squeezed her butt, then, in a flash, he removed his own robes. He pulled her towards him and with a slight groan, plunged into her from behind. Schala cried out in pain. Gaspar was big and she was a virgin, but she forced herself to relax, to open herself up to this new sensation.
The man at her front worked his way down her chest, her stomach, until he was on his knees before her. Belthasar rubbed her inner thighs, and Schala's wetness started to run down her legs. He quickly slid his tongue slowly up her legs, licking up all her sweet wetness, until at last he came to the core. He flicked her tender clitoris around with his tongue, nuzzled it with his lips.
Schala sighed and groaned, Gaspar filling her from behind while Belthasar teased her clit. Her moans were alternately long and short, and she felt an incredible desire building within her.
The Dreamstone twinkled, its light getting stronger and stronger.
The men heard a command in their minds, and the Power drew two of them away. Gaspar pulled out of Schala and stepped back. Melchior did the same.
Belthasar stood in front of her. She looked at him with lazy, seductive eyes. He grabbed her and held her close, then kissed her passionately. He slid his tongue deftly into her mouth. Without quite knowing what he was doing, he laid her on the floor.
He broke their kiss long enough to whisk off his robes. But as he knelt there between Schala's spread thighs, looking down at her, a brief moment of clarity assailed him.
*How can I do this?...To the girl whom I've seen grow up, whom I've helped raise since she was born?*
But Schala, still under the spell, reached down and massaged his hard cock with deft fingers. Belthasar moaned loudly and, his moment of conscience gone, knelt down and plunged himself deep inside her.
Schala cried out again, but the feeling coursing through her was very different this time. She felt a thrill unlike that she'd ever felt before. The guru began moving his manhood in and out of her, more rapidly every time, and the pleasure increased. The initial pain faded away, leaving only this delicious pleasure in its place.
The Dreamstone glowed even brighter, its red hue tinting the entire room.
The guru moaned, and the Power led them again. Now Melchior took his place between Schala's legs, and he thrust his cock inside her. He leaned over and kissed her, then sucked on her nipples. The princess groaned and pressed her hips up to meet his body, not really knowing that it was a different man who was fucking her now, so caught up she was in the power that filled her.
Then Gaspar took his turn, pushing his way deeply into her. She moaned, sat up and grasped onto his shoulders. The guru held her by the hips and pulled her toward him, and she felt his cock so deep inside her she thought she would explode.
Gaspar leaned back, pulling her with him, staying inside her. He lay down on the floor and arranged her on top of him. She looked down at him with a numb gaze, then her hips started moving, humping against him. A groan escaped their lips, almost at the same time, with each thrust.
And the Dreamstone responded, sending out brilliant flashes of light.
The Power drew the other two gurus close again. Melchior, standing in front of her, tilted her face up and plunged his cock into her mouth. She gagged, then recovered herself and grasped him with one hand, sucking and licking hard.
Belthasar knelt behind her and, stroking her butt gently, suddenly impaled her ass. Schala moaned. Her tightness squeezed his cock firmly, but he felt her relaxing and opening up to him as he moved in and out.
A wave of heat passed over them, and their bodies were covered in sweat. Schala felt the heat within her rising as she became conscious of all the hard cocks she had fucking her. It was incredible. She tugged on Melchior with her mouth and hands, and thrust her hips back and forth, feeling one cock slide in her while the other one slid out.
They began to feel a great tension mount inside them. Something was coming, but none of them knew exactly what...
Melchior moaned, grasping Schala's head and holding it to his groin.
Belthasar inhaled sharply, his hands reaching out and grabbing her breasts.
Gaspar sighed deeply, leaning over and pressing his entire body against her back.
The Dreamstone began flashing, slowly at first, then more rapidly.
Schala moaned, the sweat drops gathering on her forehead.
The Mammon Machine started humming, very faintly.
Suddenly, all three men flung their heads back, and a loud, collective moan rose from their lips as they came all at once, all into Schala.
She felt the powerful spray fill her mouth, then her body shuddered as the other two shot into her in rapid succession.
Schala loosed her lips from Melchior's cock, tilted her head back and moaned, a long, gurgling moan through the cum that still filled her mouth.
The Dreamstone exploded into a blinding array of light that played out forcefully around the room, a flashing red that swirled around and covered their bodies with a deep, blood red.
"Ahh....Ahhhhhh!" Schala groaned loudly, and the two men above her fell back. The princess suddenly collapsed onto her side on the floor.
As they slowly recovered themselves, the strong humming of the revived
Mammon Machine filled the room.
"Ah! The Machine is up and running again, eh?" Queen Zeal looked around the circle at each guru and her daughter. "Excellent! And how did you manage it?"
The men looked at each other. As they caught each other's eye, the same image filled their minds: that of the beautiful Schala, who now stood quietly with her head bowed, lucsiously naked and inviting, tempting each one of them to take her body. And they had. With pleasure.
And they all knew that they'd do it again in a heartbeat...
Now how to tell the queen that her daughter had had three men, all her trusted advisors, in order to restore the machine's power?
No one said a word. "Well?" the queen asked.
Gaspar cleared his throat. "Well, your Majesty..." he began, but was interrupted.
Schala raised her head.
"We found the Source of Power," Schala said simply.
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