Ernie pushed Terry off his lap and back onto the bed but still remained in-between Terry’s legs.
The power he felt was growing. This was so different then anything he had ever experienced before. To Ernie, Terry had always seemed like the more powerful one. Regardless of Terry’s slender body he had done amazing things with the Order, things Ernie could never imagine doing, but in this moment Terry was submitting to Ernie’s will. Ernie had become the powerful one and he, or the thing controlling him, was going to take advantage of it. The scar on Ernie’s chest no longer effected him, nothing mattered but giving into the lust he felt.
Ernie slid back on the bed until he could put both of his feet on the ground. Then he pulled Terry’s body toward him.