2 comments/ 21796 views/ 8 favorites Sex Statues By: Churnok Steven Banks stared in admiration at his latest acquisitions. Two beautiful marble statues so exquisitely detailed that they almost looked alive. According to the old man Steven had bought the pair from, the statues were nude representations of ancient gods. One was a beautiful, athletic woman with large firm breasts and a predatory expression on her classical Greek features. The other was a strikingly handsome man with a linebacker's build and a set of genitals that clearly denounced any suspicion of steroids. Truth be told, Steven was feeling a little jealous of the male statue's generous endowments. Unlike its female counterpart the male's expression wasn't predatory, but rather a display of pure lust. Were it not for the fact that its six inch penis lay flat against its golf ball sized nuts Steven would have sworn that the statue was aroused. Both statues were posed as if welcoming each other into a hug, but the old man, who claimed to be a wizard, had made a point of warning Steven not to let the statues embrace. When Steve had asked why not he had just smiled cryptically and said that it was all explained in the information booklet that came with the statues. Steven wasn't used to people being evasive with him; after all, he was the president of the world's largest corporation. People usually bent over backwards to please him. But these statues were exactly what he needed to boost his sagging social presence and make his party the talk of the town. Who else but Steven Banks would buy such erotic statues and display them in the main hall of his mansion, flanking his grand staircase like guardians of passion. He looked dismissively at the pamphlet in his hands. True it told the mythology behind the statues and supposedly explained the meaning behind the shopkeeper's cryptic warning but he knew enough about ancient myths from TV that he could think something up, he didn't get where he was by being unable to think on his feet after all, as for the "warning" about not letting the statues embrace, that was probably just part of his sales pitch to make the statues seem more interesting. He turned to his butler, "Jervis," he said snapping the middle-aged man out of his trance-like study of the female statue, "read this pamphlet and let me know if there is anything original or interesting in it." "As you with sir," Jervis replied as he took the booklet and walked to his modest bedroom. He had been Steven's butler since the man was a child and knew exactly what his employer found interesting. Steven sighed. "Well, time to get ready for the party," he thought to himself as he climbed the stairs between his two star attractions. His girlfriend Janice was going to be here soon. And after her came the social elite of the business world with their wives, husbands and assorted other "escorts". His top of the line security system was going to record everything but he wanted to be here when they arrived so he could see their reactions personally. Janice stared at the male statue that now decorated the left side of her boyfriend Steve's central staircase. She just couldn't take her eyes off that handsome face, those sculpted muscles, or those impressive genitals. "Impressive. Isn't he?" Inquired Steven from halfway up the stairs. "Yes, he almost seems alive," then she noticed that her hand was slowly stroking the statue's half erect penis. Hastily, but almost reluctantly, she removed her hand. "Don't you think these statues are inappropriate for such a party? I mean the social elite are going to be here. "Exactly, most of those fossils haven't seen anything new or interesting for decades. The rest are just young sheep, happy to blindly follow the older money instead of finding their own paths. With these statues I plan to shock them into life. True, most of them will be shocked and appalled, but unlike the other cookie cutter parties they've attended over the years, this one they will remember!" He took a moment to compose himself. "Now, do you think we should cover these lovelies up and unveil them after everyone's here and had a couple drinks, or should we let them continue to display their glory to all comers?" Janice thought for a moment as she absently stroked the side of the statue. Neither she nor Steven noticed the look of pleasure on its face. "Let's cover them up. The anticipation of seeing something new will be greater if it's allowed to build rather than just throwing it at them. Who knows, if you wait to unveil your statues your guests might actually stick around long enough to actually take a closer look at them." Steven thought about this for awhile before finally saying, "You're right. I've waited this long to see their reactions. I can wait a little longer. Feed their undernourished curiosity with tidbits." He smiled, "this is why I love you Janice. You always think of ways to make my life more fun." She sashayed up the steps toward him, "Then when will you make our little arrangement a little more permanent?" When she got close enough he reached out and caressed her breasts through her red evening gown. She moaned in pleasure. "Now if we did that," he said with a wicked grin, "then this wouldn't feel so naughty." She grabbed his crotch through his tuxedo pants. Massaging his already erect member with practiced ease. And then it wouldn't be as much fun," he finished with a gasp as they began to hungrily kiss, unaware of the effect the statues were having on them. Unaware of anything except their animalistic need for each other until Jervis interrupted. "Much as I know you want to continue enjoying each other's company. I should remind you that your guests will be arriving soon." "Thank you Jervis," said Steven as he and Janice stood and straightened up. "Now please find two large cloths to cover our new friends here." He indicated the statues. "I've decided to leave my guests in suspense for just a little while." "Very good sir," Jervis replied as he went to the hall closet, "the red table cloths for the main dining table should do nicely I think." Mrs. Eliza Habersham was the first one to arrive. She was always the first. It paid to be arriving first at these swarays and get a feel for the party's setup. That way you know where the good food and drink are and if there was anything of actual interest. Lord knows she needs that information what with her husband Harold. Harold also wanted to know where the good drinks were. His wife bothered him less after he'd had a few brandies. Or maybe it was more a case of the alcohol having numbed him enough to handle her better. It was a classic mismatch. Mrs. Habersham was a large boisterous woman who made her presence known wherever she went, much to the displeasure of almost everyone. Unfortunately, hers was a highly valued opinion so you had to invite her and play nice otherwise you got blacklisted. Mr. Habersham, on the other hand, was a small fellow who generally disappeared into his wife's shadow. (Literally and figuratively.) It wasn't always like this of course. When they were younger Mr. Habersham used to be full of fire and energy, and his wife was one of the most beautiful women in town, and they loved each other passionately. But, as the years passed they grew older. Eliza fought hard to maintain her place in society despite a growing waistline (which she denies having) causing poor Harold to become the outlet for her frustrations. This drove him to dowse his fire and energy in the proverbial bottle. The only reason they haven't divorced is because Mrs. Habersham thinks that would destroy her social reputation. The first thing Mrs. Habersham noticed upon entering the house was the two objects covered in red cloth flanking the staircase. "What are those things?" she demanded upon seeing them. "They are Master Banks' newest acquisitions," said Jervis with a practiced air of disinterest. "They are covered at the moment because master Banks wants to wait until everyone is ready before he unveils them." "Any chance of a sneak peek?" she asked as she approached the one on the left with intention of giving herself that peek. Jervis' interception was as swift as it was silent, and polite. "I'm sorry madam," the butler said in a polite but unyielding tone of voice, "but I have been given strict orders to not allow anyone to see them until everyone can see them. Now if you will follow me drinks and hors d'oeuvres are being served in the ballroom and dinning hall." Mrs. Habersham tried to resist but Jervis knew how to lead curious five-year olds to where he wanted them to go without them feeling the least bit disgruntled. Doing the same to a plus size senior socialite was no problem at all. Mr. Habersham was even easier, for although he too was drawn to the cloth covered statues, particularly the one on the right, the siren song of good brandy and fine wine was stronger. Privately he wondered if Steven had ordered those delightful spiced cocktail sausages wrapped in crescent rolls like he did last time. The rest of the guests arrived soon after that. Everyone who was anyone among the social upper-crust had been invited. Ranging from the young and impetuous new money and inheritors of the family fortune to the more dignified old money who had worked so hard for so long to earn their fortunes that some seem to have forgotten how to have fun with what they've earned. In every age group happy and unhappy couples mingled politely with singles, men who had brought their trophy wives and women who had brought their boy-toys. All were drawn to the statues and all lead away by Jervis and his trained staff towards the food and drinks only to drift back to the main hall. Although the food was eaten and the drinks were sipped (the latter with increasing speed) they seemed a poor substitute for their unusual hunger. Talk of what could be under the cloths was overshadowing the usual gossip about stock-market tips and who was having an affair (or three) behind whose back. Finally, when the tension seemed to almost reach the breaking point, Steven stood on the steps of the staircase and raised his hands for silence. Two servants stood by the statues, their hands on the cloth covering waiting for their signal. "And now the moment you've all been waiting for," he announced, "Recently, I acquired two magnificent statues representing ancient gods of passion. A passion that I feel is sadly lacking in today's high society. It is my hope that these old gods still have the power to rekindle what we have lost. So now I reveal to you. My gods of unbridled passion!" The red table cloths were pulled free to reveal the statues in all their glory. At first the crowd drew back in a mix of shock and disgust at seeing two naked forms so blatantly displayed. Then the full power of the statues, power which fed on and magnified the crowd's own carnal thoughts and urges, washed over them and all their sexual inhibitions evaporated like ice in a steam-bath. Steven watched in shock as his high society gathering quickly turned into an orgy right before his eyes. Servants and social elite screwed each other with no regard for gender or social rank. Clothes that were worth hundreds of dollars were ruthlessly ripped off in their desire for each other's bodies. Trying to maintain the illusion of calm Steven turned to the only other person who seemed unaffected by what was going on, His loyal butler. "Jervis, what the hell is happening?" He demanded as his butler walked calmly up the stairs towards him. "Exactly what the pamphlet said would happen sir. Apparently these statues really are gods. Gods of sex and vitality to be precise." As he spoke some of the guests began to crawl their way towards the stairs. Some stopping to make love to the statues while the rest, Steven's girlfriend included, crawled up towards the two remaining men. "They were quietly feeding off the hidden sexual desires of your guests. When the coverings were pulled off they were able to unleash a blast of sexual energy like a wave crashing onto the beach." "So, why aren't we affected?" Steven asked then stared in shock as Miss Marcela, the rich spinster, ice queen, and self proclaimed expert on "proper ladylike behavior" impaled her naked body onto the now erect penis of the male statue and began sliding back and forth on it. Was it his imagination, or was she getting younger? "I'm able to resist because I read the pamphlet," Jervis said as he gently nudged his employer up the stairs, "Somehow, knowing what's going on gives me the ability to fight it. You, on the other hand were merely outside the initial blast radius. The statues only affected those people that they could see. If one of these people were to touch you, however," he glanced meaningfully at Janice who seemed to be leading the tide of flesh creeping up the stairs, "then you would become as horny as they are." "Steven Please," moaned Janice who was just a few steps away from being able to reach out and touch them. "I want you inside me. I need you inside me! You're the only one who can satisfy me." As she talked she began massaging her firm naked breasts. It almost had the desired effect but Jervis snatched his employer back before he could step into the pit of passion and pulled him to the top of the steps. "Sir," Jervis shouted as he slapped his employer. "You have always prided yourself on being able to control the situation. You step into that orgy and you're surrendering all control." Steven shook himself to clear his head. "Thank you Jervis. Normally I'd fire you for slapping me like that, but if we survive this, remind me to give you a raise for saving my life." "Don't mention it sir. It's fortunate for us that they're too focused on screwing everything they can. If they try to push your statues together..." At that moment they heard the sound of stone scraping against tile. Instantly their eyes locked onto the statues. The people below were still focused on screwing each other's brains out. The statues had turned by themselves to face each other. Both were wearing expressions of triumph as they slid closer together. "Did that pamphlet say anything about them coming together by themselves?" Steven asked with barely repressed fear. "It said that they enhance and feed off sexual energy," Jervis replied calmly though he too was beginning to worry. "Especially repressed sexual energy. The more they absorb the more powerful they become, and the more powerful they become, the more the sexual energy near them is enhanced, thus giving them more to absorb. They must be turning some of that energy into sexual magnetism. Pulling themselves toward each other like opposing poles of a magnet." "Are you saying that, not only are they battery-powered sex magnifiers, they're sentient as well? That's impossible!" "Master Steven, your staircase is being lubricated by the orgasms of your guests, most of whom are so old that they should have died of heart-attacks by now, but instead seem to be getting younger with each burst of pleasure until they're returned to their prime. After seeing Miss Marcela, the eighty-something ice queen, turn into a high-school aged nymphomaniac I for one am ready to believe that these statues are gods trapped in stone and trying to release themselves. Steven had been staring at Miss Marcela while listening to Jervis, and the thought of the sexy, energetic blond really being a bitter crone old enough to be his grandmother turned his arousal into nausea. She had been one of the people he had bought the statues to purposely offend. She had been pulled off the statue and was now having a four-way with three of the other people Steven had intended to offend. These three men were also former senior citizens now they had been regressed to sex crazed frat-boys. "Ok, so we have to stop the statues from screwing each other. I can't get close without falling under their spell and even though you're immune you'll be dragged down by that orgy, so can we do anything?" At that moment the statues slammed together, the pool of flesh splitting in two just in time and then reforming around them. "I think that's a mote point now." For a moment the statues just stood there, linked only by the male's stone dick. Then the arms began to move as the statues slowly embraced then began to caress and kiss each other. Soon other parts of the two statues began to move until they were making out with full range of motion. The sound of their stone bodies rubbing against each other added a strange touch to the grunts groans and other sounds of pleasure. Then the stone sounds grew quieter as the statues began to soften. Soon they changed color from stone gray to tanned flesh. Their hair turned red as, with a final orgasmic shudder they finally broke their kiss. "Ah, that's the best sex I've had in ten thousand years," said the male as he slid out of his former stone mate. "That's the only sex you've had in ten thousand years," she commented wryly in a voice that seemed to embody desire. The male god laughed, "too true my dear, too true, but now, thanks to these sex-starved mortals we're free," he stretched, showing off his impressive physique to the writhing orgy who seemed oblivious to the two gods. "Um... Excuse me," said Steven from the top of the stairs. "Who dares address Zaros. God of passion!" shouted the male god in a voice that shook the house. "Zaros will you relax," snapped his counterpart. "This is the mortal that bought our statues from that wizard. Without him we'd still be collecting dust! Honestly, this habit you have of trying to intimidate every mortal who tries to talk with us is what lost us our last followers and left us frozen in stone." She turned toward Steven and smiled in a way that would make a monk "stand at attention." "Forgive my associate mortal," she said in a voice that was as erotic as her smile. "He's great in bed but his social skills are sadly lacking. Now what is it you desire?" Fighting back his libido Steven addressed the goddess, "before we talk, may I have the pleasure of your name?" "Insolent worm! You dare to claim ignorance of Ow!" Zaros' tirade was cut short by a well place blow to his godly groin. Like any other male he curled up and fell over. Landing in the orgy where plenty of women were eager to kiss his booboo (and anything else they could touch). "My name is Zarina, goddess of passion and vitality," she said as if Zaros hadn't spoken, "and you are?" Steven Banks, president of the Teledyne Corporation. I understand that you've been imprisoned in those statues for a long time and probably don't know how the modern world works." "Are you offering to help us learn about your world?" asked the lovely Zarina still in her silky seductress voice. "Bah," said Zaros as he emerged from the orgy covered in hickeys, "what do we need from him that we cannot simply take from one of the mortals already in our power?" "Social standing," Steven replied with ease. Talking to gods was new but as long as he thought of this as a deal he could do it. He knew how to negotiate a deal. Political influence, the resources of an entire corporation at your disposal with your abilities and my connections I'm sure we can work out a deal that benefits all of us greatly." Zarina looked at Zaros and whispered," he does have a point and even with our presence these mortals will soon tire. We need avatars until we can regain our full strength." Zaros was outraged, "I, the great god Zaros, bind myself to this insolent mortal?" "Well, at least he used his inside voice," muttered Jervis. "I'm not sure the rafters could take much more." Ignoring Jervis Steven addressed the gods, "excuse me, what does he mean by binding?" "A symbiosis," Zarina explained, "when a god binds him or herself to a mortal avatar they share the same body and have access to each other's skills, powers, abilities and memories but maintain separate minds. It is a way to reward our most loyal servants and for us it is a way to rest and regain our full strength without depending on mindless orgies." Sex Statues "So, who would control the body?" "Either one of the involved personalities would become dormant or it would become a partnership. With both personalities sharing control equally. Come down and I'll show you." "No offence," Steve replied politely, but if I get too close to that orgy around your feet I'll become part of it. Besides, I don't think Zaros likes me and sharing a body with you would just be too problematic." As they talked the orgy began to die down as the members began to pass out from exhaustion and dehydration. Zarina noticed this and pleaded with Zaros, "He is the best option you have. We've both scanned those under our thrall. The young ones don't have his resources and the older ones don't have his vitality. You'd have to waste your small amount of power just to maintain their bodies. So swallow your pride and bind with him." Zaros looked at the weakening orgy. He knew as well as she did that they would not last long once all of them passed out, and there was no garreteer of finding others as sexually charged before both gods succumbed once again to stone sleep. "Very well, perhaps I can teach him how to respect a god." "Thank you," then she turned back to Steven, "do you agree to this binding mortal?" "Yes, perhaps we can learn from each other." Before either had a chance to reconsider Zarina cast a quick but powerful binding spell which transformed Zaros into a concentrated ball of energy and shot him at Steven. Knocking him off his feet. The speed and strength of the spell seemed to weaken Zarina considerably and she almost collapsed into the orgy only to be caught by Jervis who had somehow run down the steps in time. Carefully he carried her stiffening form up the steps. "Please miss," said Jervis, "now you must choose an avatar for yourself." "Too... weak," she gasped her voice had lost its sexuality and just sounded tired. "Wait here," he said as he laid her stiffening form down at the top of the steps and went to help Steven. The butler wasn't really concerned about the goddess, according to the pamphlet she was just going into a state of hibernation, but he knew that without her they were going to have problems with Zaros, and that could harm Master Steven. "Sir wake up," Jervis said as he slapped Steven's face. The eyes of a god opened and glared at Jervis, who for a moment thought that his employer's mind had become dormant and that he had to face the quick-tempered Zaros, but then a quick, fierce battle waged across Steven's face. When it was over only Steven's eyes looked out. "What happened?" Steven asked as he sat up. His body felt heavier for some reason. "Zarina used too much energy binding Zaros to you. Now she's almost drained. She needs an avatar," Jervis hastily explained. Steven looked over at Zarina, looked over at Janice who was now exhausted, smiled, and then, as if he had done this a hundred times, he cast the spell to bind them together and watched as Zarina's body transformed into pure energy and infused Janice who moaned in pleasure. "How do you feel sir," Jervis asked after the spell was over. "Great," Steven replied as he stood up. "In fact, I feel stronger than ever." Then he looked down at his body and realized why his body felt heavier and stronger than normal. Although the body was defiantly his, it now looked like he had been body building for awhile. He wasn't bulging but he clearly wasn't a weakling either. His new muscles made his tux a little too snug. Then he scanned his mind for Zaros and found his new "roommate" asleep in the back of his mind. "Wow, I'm mentally stronger than a god." At that moment he heard a scream and looked up to see Rebecca, the upstairs maid. "She must think these people are dead," Steven thought to himself. She turned to run, probably heading towards a phone. On impulse he decided to try his new powers. His enlarged dick burst out of his pants and with lightning speed it extended towards the fleeing maid like a snake slithering towards its prey, tripping her by wrapping itself around her legs and then sliding up her skirt, past her panties, and into her vagina. At first she screamed in fear and surprise, but soon she began to moan and massage her magically growing breasts in pleasure as Steven pumped his godly sexual energy into her through his fire-hose-length member. Each thrust of his hips sending her a shockwave of ecstasy and making her breasts grow another cup size. Within seconds they had burst out of her uniform and were still growing. "Well, it looks like someone is enjoying his new powers," said a sexy, strangely dual feminine voice from behind him. Steven turned with his dick still firmly in the maid. "Janice! Are you okay?" "Yes," she replied in that same dual voice, "we're fine. Now take your telephone-pole out of the maid and help us clean up this mess before your guests wake up and start asking questions." Like Steven, Janice's body had been enhanced by the infusion of godly power; she now looked like a cross between a supermodel and an Olympic athlete, though in Steven's opinion she didn't need much improvement. "Ok but while we're at it let's plant some hypnotic suggestions so they all remember enjoying themselves and come to our next party. We are going to need a power base to build our strength after all. Then, after everyone goes home smiling you can explain to me why you're talking in stereo." With their combined power they quickly revived and restored all the guests, cloths and all. (Although the younger members were now dressed in sexier versions of their original clothes and the older ones seemed a bit sprier.) Since they were unable to recreate the statues they just wiped all memory of the statues from the minds of their guests. All they had were vague recollections of having a very good time. They all went home feeling happy and a little frisky. Mr. and Mrs. Habersham were practically making out before they even got to their limo. "All the guests have departed," Jervis announced as he closed the front double doors. "There, our unsuspecting 'worshipers' are on their way home," Steven said as he turned toward his newly empowered girlfriend. "Now will you explain your voice?" "Of course," she replied still in that dual voice though she had spoken normally with the guests which made Steven think it was just an amusing trick, probably to represent the dual residency of her body. "But first, you must explain what happened to Zaros. No offence, but Zarina expected him to take control and your mind to become dormant." Steven chuckled, "He almost did, but then Jervis slapped me trying to wake me up so I could merge you two. I don't know what Zaros would've done but I knew I had to stop him from doing it. Jervis is the best and you just don't allow P.O.ed gods to zap your best hired help." "Thank you sir," said Jervis with a slight smile. "So I fought back, sucker punched him, and took control. Personally, I don't think he was expecting me to fight back." Janice/Zarina chuckled, "He always did depend too much on his godhood to impress people. Well, while your partner became dormant, a lucky break considering his attitude with mortals, we had a rather pleasant conversation in my unconscious body and have formed a partnership." Janice/Zarina took Steven by the hand and smiled suggestively. "Now let's go upstairs and find out what sex between two gods of passion is like. As it turns out, their sexual appetites were insatiable. Unfortunately, their god-like powers were not yet strong enough to sustain their mortal bodies and they soon passed out in each other's arms. In the weeks to come, and with Zarina's help, they soon extended their powerbase to include friends coworkers and business associates. They didn't even need to cause insatiable orgies to gain power. That was just a way for a large quick charge. Less powerful, but much more enjoyable ways of gaining power included casual sex with one or more partners, or even just feeding off the sexual fantasies of everyone within a half-mile radius. And with their increased power they learned more abilities. Such as the ability to bring the sexual fantasies they fed on to life, change into someone's fantasy lover, or change someone else, regardless of age, gender or species, into their own fantasy lover without anyone else noticing including the subject being changed. They also learned how to transform or project themselves into other people and objects. Gifts from them were often enchanted to enhance pleasure. There were some side effects of being avatars to sex gods of course. For example; the more powerful they became, the longer and more passionate their sex, between themselves and/or their mortal partners, became. Nights of passion could stretch into weeks. Their inhibitions and those of the people around them could dissolve complexly if they weren't careful. Unless they maintained control, they could walk into a restaurant and turn everyone in the building into uncontrolled nymphomaniacs without thinking about it. Fortunately, they could also prevent pregnancies and cure sexually transmitted diseases. Over the next few years Steven Banks parties became the highlight of the social year, everyone received a "special" party gift and those who came in alone always left with a friend or more, and . Teledyne Corporation's internal, international and government relations became very, very good. Soon they had enough energy built up that the gods no longer needed avatars. "Do we really need to separate?" asked Steven after Janice/Zarina had told him. "Yes," they replied in their sexy stereo, "with our current power buildup if we don't separate soon we risk merging our spirits. You will start taking on more and more aspects of Zaros' personality and he will take on more and more aspects of yours until the two of you are one." Steven shivered. "Ok, we have to split up. How will this split affect the mortal half of this partnership?" "You and Janice will retain the physical enhancements we have given you as well as a fraction of our power," said Zarina. Steven had gotten so used to hearing their stereo voice that hearing just one speak was strange. "In other words, we'll still be able to screw with people's libidos and feed off the result. We just won't have as much power to do it with?" "Correct," Janice/Zarina replied. "What about Zaros? He's not going to be happy about being my silent partner." "You are his avatar. Even after we separate he will be unable to harm you without harming himself. Besides," she smiled, "Just because he's been dormant doesn't mean he's been unaware. Perhaps he's learned something from being in the back seat?" "We can only hope," replied Steven and they got ready to begin the separation. The separation took longer than the merging since their individual energies were now intermixed. As they finished, letting out orgasmic gasps of pleasure as they collapsed, they both felt like they had been having the best sex of their lives. "Ah, finally I'm free!" shouted Zaros. Then he turned to the collapsed Steven and infused him with enough energy to stand. "Thank you Steven. I admit I misjudged you. Your efforts have given me new life and new insight into mortals. For that you have my eternal gratitude." "Thanks," replied Steven, "Given the way you acted at our first meeting I bet that's something you don't often say to anyone." Zaros laughed, "too true, and apologies are even rarer but I apologize for my behavior at the time. I'm used to power through intimidation, but you have shown me power in other forms." "So what will you do now," ask Janice as Zarina helped her up. "Well, in this era of the One True God, deities as specialized as us are not likely to find worshipers," said Zaros thoughtfully. "But we don't need to be worshiped as gods," said Zarina. "We just need a way to feed." Steven looked thoughtful, "You can feed vicariously through an enchanted object right?" "As you have learned through your own actions," said Zaros, "but it is difficult." "Can you make it so that the enchantment spreads to any similar item?" Janice caught on, "Of course! If they could do it their power would increase exponentially!" "An enchantment such as you speak of is within our current power," said Zarina, "But what are you suggesting?" "Thanks to your, um, influence Teledyne recently acquired a porn studio. With your powers and some new identities' you could become the biggest names in pornography." Finally Zaros understood, "We'd enchant the master copy of our film, its enchantment would spread to any and all copies, and we'd gain power through the sexual desires of those who watch them." "Exactly," exclaimed Steven, "and the more popular you become, the more people will buy your movies. Your power could potentially increase exponentially!" "Come my friends," cried Zaros, "let us celebrate our new source of power!" and with that they pleasured each other until dawn. The backwash from their love-making caused the servants to enter into an orgy of their own. The next day they took an old porn plot involving myth and magic, rewrote it and within the month copies of the hottest porn film in history, Copies of "Sex, Gods, And Rock n' Roll," were flying off the shelves and horny men and women worldwide were crying for a sequel. Soon Zaros and Zarina, under the names Long Jon Silverman and Felicia Stockwell, dominated the porn industry. Gaining power with every film, magazine, comic-book, and name brand sex toy they sold. Since they only used a fraction of the money for room and board (they didn't need to eat but they do enjoy it and they did need a private place for resting and making love, everything else they could create) most of the proceeds went to cure Sexually Transmitted Disease. Soon their power extended beyond those that bought their products. Even though sex crimes, like rape and pedophilia, dropped like a stone. Sex became a casual thing beyond the hippie concept of free love. Swinging became commonplace Affairs became three-sums. Orgies, both hetero and homo, became social events. The world of love making would never be the same.