An Invitation to Worship (extended video) (Patreon)

You’ve seen her around the neighborhood before, but not like this. Not like this. She used to be small, almost invisible, the kind of girl you’d pass by without a second glance. But now? Now she’s impossible to ignore. Her presence is magnetic, her body a work of art carved from raw power and confidence. Every step she takes radiates dominance, her muscles rippling beneath her skin, her curves sharp and defined like a sculpture chiseled by a master artist. She’s not just fit—she’s godlike. And she knows it.

As you walk down the street with your girlfriend, you can’t help but stare. So does everyone else. Men gawk, women whisper, their eyes following her every move as if she’s some kind of living deity. She notices you both, her piercing gaze locking onto yours for a moment that feels like an eternity. A slow, knowing smile curls her lips, and she tilts her head slightly, as if daring you to look away. You can’t. Neither can your girlfriend.

“Hey,” she calls out, her voice smooth and commanding, resonating with a confidence that sends a shiver down your spine. “You two. Come here.”

Your girlfriend hesitates, gripping your arm tighter, but you feel yourself moving toward her almost involuntarily, pulled in by some invisible force. The closer you get, the more overwhelming her presence becomes. Her shoulders are broad, her arms thick with muscle, her thighs powerful enough to crush steel. Yet there’s something undeniably sensual about her strength, something that makes your heart race and your mouth go dry.

“What’s your name?” she asks, her tone casual but laced with authority. You stammer out an answer, feeling like a child under her scrutiny. She nods, then turns her attention to your girlfriend. “And you?”

Your girlfriend mumbles her name, her cheeks flushed. The woman—no, the goddess—smiles again, her expression both warm and predatory. “Good. I’m Alex. You’re coming with me.”

She doesn’t wait for a response, simply turning and walking toward her house. You exchange a glance with your girlfriend, unsure what to do, but neither of you has the willpower to resist. You follow, drawn in by her aura of power and sensuality.

Her house is exactly what you’d imagine: sleek, modern, and immaculate. The air smells faintly of sandalwood and lavender, calming yet intoxicating. Alex leads you to the living room, where she gestures for you both to sit. “Make yourselves comfortable,” she says, her voice low and inviting. “I’ll be right back.”

She disappears down the hallway, and you hear the sound of water running. Your girlfriend shifts uncomfortably beside you, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “What do you think she wants?” she whispers, her voice trembling slightly.

Before you can respond, Alex reappears, still wearing her black panties and a white t-shirt that clings to her damp skin. Water droplets cling to her collarbone, and her hair is tousled, giving her a wild, untamed look. She leans against the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest, and looks at you both with a smirk that makes your heart skip a beat.

“So,” she begins, her tone dripping with amusement, “you’ve been staring at me all day. Do you want to know why I invited you here?”

You nod, unable to find your voice. She steps closer, her movements slow and deliberate, each one calculated to make your pulse quicken. “Because I see the way you look at me. Both of you.” Her gaze flickers to your girlfriend, who immediately looks down, her face burning. “Don’t be shy. It’s natural. Everyone looks at me like that these days. They can’t help themselves.”

She crouches down in front of you, her face level with yours, and you can smell the faint scent of soap and sweat mingling on her skin. “But you…” she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear, “you’re different. You don’t just want to look. You want to worship. Don’t you?”

Your throat tightens, your mind racing, but you can’t deny it. She’s right. The thought of kneeling before her, of touching her, of being close to her, fills you with a desperate longing you’ve never felt before. She leans back, her smirk widening as if she can read your thoughts.

“I’ll let you,” she says, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Both of you. But on my terms.”

She stands and walks over to the couch, sitting down with her legs stretched out in front of her. Her wet t-shirt clings to her chest, outlining every curve of her toned abdomen. She pats the space in front of her. “Come here. Pleasure yourselves. While you watch me.”

Your girlfriend gasps, her eyes wide with shock, but Alex just laughs softly. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t bite. Unless you want me to.”

The words hang in the air, heavy with promise. You glance at your girlfriend, whose face is a mixture of embarrassment and… something else. Something darker, hungrier. Slowly, reluctantly, you move to kneel in front of Alex, your hands trembling as they hover over your waistband.

“Go ahead,” Alex purrs, her eyes locked on yours. “Do it. Show me how much you want me.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you obey, your movements clumsy and uncertain. Alex watches intently, her expression unreadable, while your girlfriend sits frozen beside you, too stunned to speak or move. The sound of your breathing fills the room, heavy and uneven, as you touch yourself, your eyes never leaving Alex’s body.

“Good,” she murmurs, her voice soft but commanding. “That’s it. Let go. Worship me.”

Your girlfriend finally snaps out of her trance, her hand reaching for you hesitantly. “Can I…?” she starts to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alex cuts her off with a sharp laugh. “Of course you can. Don’t hold back. You both belong to me now.”

The words send a jolt of electricity through you, and you feel yourself unraveling, your self-control slipping away. Alex leans back, her body relaxed and confident, as if she’s done this a thousand times before. And maybe she has. Maybe this is what it means to be a goddess—to have power so intoxicating that people willingly surrender themselves to you.

Her eyes meet yours, dark and full of promises, and you realize you’d do anything she asked. Anything at all.

“Keep going,” she commands, her voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. “Show me how much you need me.”