Fate Rebellion

Meanwhile, back in the ballroom, Greta barely noticed what happened to her husband. Her entire focus was on the large, handsome server. For some reason, her entire body was heating up, and she couldn't stop thinking about him. 

She was a mature woman, of course. She knew what was going on: she was aroused. She just didn't understand why, nor why all her arousal was focused on that one man, desirable though he may be. 

Yet, her confusion made no difference. Her mind was occupied with only one thought: she had to have him. And why not? When was the last time she even laid with her husband? When was the last time he didn't come home, smelling of some floozy, and claiming he was too tired to satisfy her? 

Lust rampaged through her system in such amounts that she started to pant… and then she took her first step in his direction. Then another, and another, until she was walking at a brisk pace. 

Rurik had been keeping an eye on her, of course, and immediately noticed her approach. Yet, with a small smirk, he pretended not to, instead handing some drinks to other guests. 

When she reached him, her body was trembling slightly, as she grasped his arm. "You!" she snarled in an attempt to intimidate. "I need to talk to you!" 

"Of course, my lady," Rurik smiled charmingly, not minding her tone. "What can I do for you?" 

"Not here!" she growled, before pulling him along to a side door, different from the one Luna left through. 

Rurik did not lose his charming smile, as he willingly allowed himself to be pulled along. When they were alone, Greta pushed him against a wall, hunger in her eyes. "I— I need a toy to satisfy myself with, and you'll do!" she panted with desire. "Follow me!" 

She quickly turned around, expecting him to follow her… yet he remained, looking at her back with amusement. "If that was all, my lady, I need to get back to the party," he said with a polite bow, and playfully twinkling eyes. 

"You—!" she turned around with outrage confusing the lust inside her. "Do you know what I could do to you?!" 

"Absolutely nothing," Rurik shrugged indifferently. 

"I'll have you arrested!" she snarled, confused about his defiance. 

"You don't know my name," Rurik smiled with infuriating confidence. "And neither does the staffer. Besides, the police is already looking for me… they just don't know it." 

Suddenly, a hint of clarity was breaking through Greta's addled mind. "You— Who are you?" she muttered, now feeling threatened by this mass of muscle and flesh. 

Rurik quickly closed the distance, grabbed the back of her neck, and planted his lips on hers in a heavy, dominant kiss. At first, the mature woman resisted, but then she felt a pleasure she hadn't felt in a long time—or ever. Without resistance, she melted into his touch. 

After showing her what he could do, he pulled his lips of hers. She tried to follow him and continue, but he easily avoided her. 

"I'm the only man who can truly satisfy you now," he purred in her ear. At the same time, his hand snaked down, and grabbed a fistful of her fleshy ass, almost ripping the expensive gown she wore. "If you're a good girl, that is…" 

Greta moaned from his touch. Her body shook. Pleasure and lust rampaged in her mind, slowly driving her to a powerful release, just from his touch alone. 

But then, he suddenly released her, just as she was on the edge. 

Grinning, he turned around. "Now, you'll follow 'me', instead." 

Greta blinked… but she barely needed to think about it. Desperately, she struggled after him, wanting more. She'd been sexually frustrated for years due to neglect by her husband. Now, all her desires had been unleashed, and she wouldn't let mere pride stop her from getting what she wanted. 

* * * 

A few moments later, Rurik and Greta entered a room… and found it to be occupied by two familiar people. Rurik's ability allowed him to mark anyone within a few feet of him, after which he'd not only be able to track them, but also mess with their lust. 

Thanks to that, he easily found out where Luna had taken Lars, because he'd marked both husband and wife. 

"There you are, my love," Luna grinned at the new arrivals. She was sitting casually on a luxurious sofa, Lars next to her. She kept her hand on the man's shoulder, and his eyes remained vacant—yet, as soon as he saw his wife, his mind began to struggle against her hold over him. 

But… it was pointless. Luna barely registered his struggles. 

Meanwhile, Greta barely paid attention to any of this, her only focus was on Rurik. "H— Hey…!" she pleaded as she grabbed his arm from behind. "Y— You said you'd s— satisfy me!" 

Watching this from the side-lines, Luna couldn't stop herself from becoming excited. Seeing a woman fawn all over Rurik, knowing his heart belonged only to her, made Luna feel powerful in a strange, yet oh so pleasurable way. 

Rurik looked over his shoulder at Greta, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He'd hoped for some more defiance… it all felt too easy. But perhaps that wasn't so strange. One of the many reasons Luna and Rurik loved each other, was because their abilities didn't work on the other. 

Regardless, he couldn't argue with results and he was still horny. Even though it was easy, he still enjoyed his power over her. "Why don't you take my pants off and get me ready?" he grinned dominantly. "I still need to take care of something." 

A half a moment of struggle appeared in Greta's eyes, but it didn't last. Tossing away the last shred of her pride, she sank to her knees, and started undoing his tight trousers. 

Next to Luna, Lars started resisting harder again. His mind wasn't gone, after all, merely suppressed. It was hard to think. The only thoughts allowed were those about obedience to the foreign presence in his mind. But there was still a shred of him, watching all this like a spectator in his own body. 

Yet, he was going entirely ignored. Luna, Rurik, and Greta only had eyes for each other. Greta realised there was another person in the room, because Rurik was talking to them, but she didn't actually care. All she wanted was for that itch to be scratched. 

"Your mask is on that table next to you," Luna said, pointing at the place with her other hand, which was holding a small spy camera. 

Rurik looked where she was pointing, and quickly noticed an uncovered serving plate. On it was a simple white mask with holes for eyes, and a creepy, painted on smile. Additionally, there was a tape recorder there. 

Reaching over, he grabbed the mask and put it on, before turning to Luna. "Well? How do I look?" 

"Like you're camera ready," Luna chuckled as she waved the spy camera around. "Don't forget to turn the recorder on!" 

Rurik chuckled along with her, before he nodded and reached over to push the button. Intently, the recorder started to whir. 

Meanwhile, Greta was finally done with his pants… and justifiably shocked by what she saw.