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All That Glitters — Ch 49

The Second Summit continues, day five to nine.

The events of the Second Denders Summit, day five through ten. The President’s visit. The President’s Meet and Greet. The Grand Opening of the Johal Compound. Another Paris concert.

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Due to the number of abbreviations, ship listings, and list of characters, in this story, I include a glossary that is now in a stand-alone chapter called ‘All That Glitters: Notes’. Any and all information that you want or need to know about the series is included in Notes. It will be updated frequently simply by re-issuing the chapter to Literotica.

There is little attempt to explain the back story, so it is necessary to read previous chapters to fully understand where we are.

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ShemetAr, The Dalagent System, Eighty-Six Light Years from Asocar, The Asocan Realm

Martte Unaayel met with the person she had been waiting for. He and his group had taken more than six days to arrive at ShemetAr.

Martte Unaayel rose into space in a shuttle to meet the representative of the force she had agreed to fund and to legitimize as part of her future fleet. She had called in a lot of favours owed to her to allow her off the planet for this meeting.

“Welcome, Martte Unaayel,” she was greeted by the representative as she stepped aboard their ship.

The ship was unlike any Djinaëte ship she had ever been on, much smaller and much rougher looking, especially the crew of the ship.

“You have read the contract?” Unaayel demanded.

“We have, and we accept your proposal. You now have a fleet at your disposal, Martte Unaayel.

Unaayel smiled at that. As confirmation to her commitment, she opened three chests that she had brought with her. They brimmed with gold and gems. She saw smiles all around the ship as the crew looked on the treasures in those chests.

Unaayel was happy to give up such a paltry sum. After all, she would soon have the riches of the entire Asocan realm at her disposal. She would finally attain the position she had been destined for since birth. She would be Asoc…

Denders Resort, South-West Coast of North America, Terra, The Sol System

Raymond woke to feel someone stroking his lower back. He rolled onto his back and glanced over to his left to see the open eyes of Joyce.

“I will be leaving today,” she whispered.

“Why?” Raymond asked. “Aren’t you and Alya scheduled for the next week?”

“Yes, but it is obvious that you two are becoming an item. I want to give Alya a chance at love. She has had such a hard life filled with many disappointments. She deserves a shot at happiness,” Joyce explained.

“Joyce, you silly woman,” Alya’s voice came from the other side of the bed. “Raymond is a guest here, too. The two of us can go to his room and give you this one. You don’t have to leave on my account, though I think your reasoning is sweet.”

“You’re going to have to tell him,” Joyce said, looking over Raymond chest at her friend.

Raymond turned to catch the look of annoyance on Alya’s face. The look finally softened and then turned pensive. Eventually, she nodded to her friend.

“Raymond, Alya is from New Anglia,” Joyce explained. “She witnessed the destruction of her home city and the death of almost everyone she knew. She still has nightmares about it. Those nightmares have destroyed all of the relationships she has been in, to date.”

“I know how you feel, Alya,” Raymond stated. “I was from New Layton.”

A shocked look crossed the face of Alya at what Raymond had just said as she sat up looking directly at him.

“I was from Coventry Rose,” she quietly answered the unasked question. “I was in my last year of university when it happened. I was a volleyball player and we were coming home from the Regional Championship, which we had just won. We were less than thirty minutes from the university when an alert came over the media.

“The merter escort bus driver turned us around and we were screaming down the highway trying to get out of the danger area. We almost made it.

“I remember the bright flash of light, then the shock wave hit us. The bus was flipped over several times. I remember waking up to the sound of screaming and was in pain. So many of my friends on that bus died as we tumbled. So many more died because help could not get to us in time. I survived. I don’t know how or why and sometimes I wish I hadn’t.” Alya buried her face into Raymond’s chest and cried after her admission.

“Do you see the crest on my chest, the black lightning bolt?” Raymond asked. Alya didn’t look but she nodded. “I was a member of the team that went to Planet Emporium.

“I went there with one thought on my mind. Revenge. I was off planet when it happened. All but six of the more than 400+ members of my extended family died that day. My sister Beth and five cousins that I barely know survived.

“I went to Emporium to cause havoc and get revenge for my family. I went because I knew that we were going on a suicide mission. No one expected to survive. That was fine with me.

“Imagine my surprise when I not only survived but was branded a hero. I spent ten years at an isolated mining post to regain my humanity. There was more than one time during those years where I found myself wishing to die.

“Joyce, you don’t have to leave. I have my own place here at Denders. However, there is a slight problem…”

“The three women who brought your swim trunks to you,” Alya said, thinking aloud.

“Not exactly, well, sort of…One of those women, the one that brought my swim shorts,”

“Gillya?” Alya asked. “The one from Hollander’s World?”

“Gillaya. Yes, she is from Hollander’s World and she is my bodyguard,” Raymond told them.

“Why do you need a bodyguard, Raymond?” Joyce asked pointedly.

“My partner demanded it,” Raymond said.

“Partner?” Alya queried.

“Business partner. The tall lady you met is Liea. The smaller lady is Kim, Liea’s bodyguard,” Raymond told them.

“Wait, that little woman is a bodyguard?” Joyce asked.

“That little woman once fought me to a draw,” Raymond explained. “She may be tiny, but she is deadly. Anyway, the point is that those ladies are also at my villa. So you will have to deal with them.”

“Wait, if Gillaya is your bodyguard, why isn’t she around to protect you?” Joyce demanded.

“She is,” Raymond stated. “Remember she is from Hollander’s World and she is an empath. She can sense when I am in danger or when I need her. Like now.”

“Why do you need her now?” Alya asked.

Before he could answer, they heard a sound at the sliding glass door leading to the balcony. The door slid open despite the fact that Alya distinctly remembered locking it. Unsurprisingly, Gillaya entered the room. What was surprising was that they were on the fourth floor!

“How…did…you…” but Alya never got more out.

“You needed me boss?” Gillaya asked.

“What took you so long?” Raymond demanded.

“Had to hide from the local security guards, Raymond,” Gillaya told him. “They have stun guns to take out people they think are shady. Not sure why they would think that of me.”

“I wonder,” Joyce quipped. “It couldn’t be that you were climbing up four floors to get into a locked room?”

Gillaya and Raymond both smiled.

“Gillaya, Joyce thinks she is a third wheel between Alya and me. She was willing to give up her room and the rest of her vacation for her friend,” Raymond told his bodyguard.

“Unnecessary,” Gillaya stated. “Still, I like her. She would do that for a friend. I assume that means you want me to vacate your room so that you can bring Alya back to the villa?”

“Villa?” Joyce repeated, curiosity on her face.

“Oh, sorry. Did I divulge a little to much,” Gillaya said with a smile to Raymond.

“Dammit, Gillaya, if you weren’t so good at your job you would be looking for another,” Raymond replied, getting giggles from Joyce and Alya.

“Right, if necessary, I can move in here with Joyce. She looks like the type of girl I would enjoy,” Gillaya said, giving the naked Joyce the once over.

“Can it, Gillaya. There are plenty of rooms at the villa and you know it,” Raymond snapped. “However, I would like to bring Alya to some friends of ours, Tougrate and Malnad. Alya is from New Anglia.”

“Oh…OOOOHHH!!” Gillaya’s eyes opened wide as she finally got what Raymond was saying.

“I’ll set it up for later today. I assume you will be staying here in the meantime?” Gillaya asked candidly.

“That is up to these two lovely ladies,” Raymond replied.

The two lovely ladies in question both gave Raymond a nod of agreement.

“Right, my job is done for now,” Gillaya said and started toward the balcony.

“Gillaya, use the front door, eh,” Raymond said.

“Damn, boss. You take güngören escort all the fun out of things,” Gillaya complained as she left through the apartment door.

“Gillaya takes a bit of getting used to,” Raymond told the pair, who laughed aloud at his statement.

Malton University, Capital City, Terra, The Sol System

Grace Holloway was surprised to see her friend, Guinevere Soulange, her mother Elizabeth Soulange, and Professor Xavier Kuaté, in the halls of Malton University. Especially this early in the morning.

“Hi, Ginny. What brings you here?” she asked her friend.

“Hi, Grace. Professor Kuaté has brought me in for an educational evaluation. She says that we need to confirm where I fit in the Union educational foundation now that I have been studying for more than a few months with her at Liramor-23,” Guinevere informed her friend.

“I assume that you are here looking at courses for next year?” Elizabeth asked of Grace.

“Yes, ma’am. I have completed my high-school diploma and, in theory, am ready for university,” Grace admitted.

“A daunting task isn’t it, Grace?” Xavier asked, getting a nod from Grace.

“I’m not really sure that I am ready for university, professor. The other students see me and act differently around me, and I don’t think it is because of who I am but because of my age. I am not sure how to get around that.”

“You are not as young as some who have previously attended university, Grace, however, you are also not quite an adult,” Xavier stated. “That you are closer to the other students in age makes you more of a target for them than someone who is much younger.

“We can speak of this later. Will you be at Denders later this morning?” Xavier asked.

“I will. I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Grace told them enthusiastically.

Xavier took her charges and guided them to the administrative wing where she met with an old friend who had been testing Guinevere. She had asked to give Grace a thorough evaluation, to determine where she needed to focus her studies to complete her secondary school diploma and prepare herself for a university curriculum. This had been going on now for two days

They took charge of the young teen and got her writing her final test, a placement evaluation given to all would be students at Malton. By 09:00 hours, Guinevere was mentally exhausted.

She was brought into the head administrators office and warmly greeted by Professor Samantha Wiccans, the Dean of Faculty at the University.

“Hello, Guinevere. It is a delight to meet you,” Professor Wiccans began. “You have completed all of the tests and we now know where to put emphasis on your education. We will send Professor Kuaté a list of priorities for you over the next two years.

“You should know that you have been evaluated as in the upper third of university entrants. In fact, you are in the upper ten percent of that group, which is quite surprising seeing as you are only fourteen years old. Xavier tells me that you are an excellent student, and I believe her.

“If it wasn’t for your requirements to study with the Toolend, I would have you here on Terra in a heartbeat. As it is, we will be keeping a close eye on your studies over the next couple of years through our campus on Liramor-23.

“You need to begin to focus on the area of specialization that you desire. Professor Kuaté can help you determine where your interests lie and help you focus your study routine to those interests. Professor Smelt, our Dean of Faculty at the Campus of Liramor-23, will be very pleased to have you studying at the university level with her facility.

“Take the time over the next two years to complete your secondary level diploma, which shouldn’t take you too long now, and start in on your desired course studies at the university level.

“We are not sure how long it will take to develop as a telepath, but when you have, you are welcome to come to this establishment. By then, you will have already gained a solid footing with us through our sister campus.

“I will not keep you any further as I understand that you have a ceremony to attend. Good luck, young lady. Professor Smelt will keep us informed of your efforts,” Wiccans ended, rising and extending a hand to both ladies.

Day Five of the Second Denders Summit, Denders Resort, South-West Coast of North America, Terra, The Sol System

At 07:30 hours, Gold Conference Room was once again packed full of the leaders of the Greater Community, their Senior Ministers, Ambassadors, and advisors.

“Good morning, all,” Sylvie Triand began. “Welcome to day five of the Second Denders Summit.

“Our tourist excursions and shopping shuttles are becoming a favourite of the guests. The list of cities changes daily, so check the website for daily destinations and timings of departure. Please make sure that you do not miss your timings on the other end or you will be responsible for getting bağcılar escort yourself back to Denders or finding accommodation at your destination until you can be retrieved.

“Today, we have a cultural group from Russia performing in the theater, starting at 14:00 and again at 19:00. That is all that I have.

“Juanita…”

“Thank-you Sylvie. Today will include the signing ceremony of those agreements already established between the member races and the Union. The Minister of Foreign Affairs, Charles Ronter, is here to sign mid-level agreements between the governments, while the President is here for upper level agreements to be signed by the leaders of the Greater Community.

“One other signing ceremony will be conducted next week, on Thursday the twentieth of July, for the balance of the agreements that we will conduct over the remainder of the summit.

“Assistant Minister Cecilia Lourdes will be in Conference Room A again this morning until 09:45, when she will break until after lunch. This is her final day here this week. After today, she will not return until Monday, the seventeenth of July unless she is called back by one of the senior leaders for a conference.

“Tomorrow, the thirteenth of July, the President will conduct a meet and greet at the Presidential Media Center in Capital City. It will be an all day affair starting at 09:00 hours and lasting until 16:00. Your aides should already have been informed of the timings for your respective shuttles.

“This affair should include the senior level members of your government, the ambassadorial staff from Liramor-23, and the members of the consulate staff who will be introduced to the Union at this meet and greet.

“The Maha-Rrin will be greeted and acknowledged by the President, however, their office at the consulate will not be staffed as there is currently no agreement in place with the Union.

“I and A/Minister Lourdes are available this week at any time to conduct the building of an agreement in principle with the Union, based on the agreement that was put in place with the Pod-Drran. If you have any questions on that issue, check with your counterparts in the Pod-Drran government.

“On Friday, the day will be devoted to the opening of the Johal Compound. If there are no questions, I will turn you over to Hanalei for that…”

“Thank-you Juanita. The events on Friday will begin at 09:00 with the rededication of the Temple of Andanii on the exterior of the Johal Compound. This will take one half hour. This is a religious ceremony, however, all who wish to participate or view this ceremony are welcome. We ask that you be respectful of those who will be there in a religious context.

“Cynthia Stewart has been asked to set up cameras so that all can view the proceedings, she will set up monitors outside the temple as the little temple is referred to as little for a reason. There is room for approximately thirty people, max, in the temple

“The temple will be open for viewing until 10:00, when the Grand Opening of the Johal Compound will take place, after which, the temple will be open for religious use and for visitations by appointment. The temple is quite beautiful to human eyes and a substantial number of visitors each year come to appreciate it.

“The opening of the Johal Compound will comprise all senior members of the Greater Community, including the Maha-Rrin, as we anticipate their eventual inclusion into the Greater Community within a few years. All senior leaders of the Greater Community here at Denders will be part of the ribbon cutting ceremony along with myself as the owner of the building.

“If you have any questions on this, please contact myself, Junelliya, or Fayad before the activities begin on Friday. Sylvie has arranged transportation; your aides should be aware of this already.

“That is all I have. Sylvie?”

“Thank-you, Hanalei. I shall go around the room for issues from the floor…” a few minor issues were brought up that were easily managed and the briefing was closed.

Theater, Plaza del Sol, Denders Resort, Terra, The Sol System

At 09:00 hours, the President and his entourage arrived at Denders. He was warmly greeted by the attendees. He spoke with several of the delegations as the Denders staff set up the stage for the signing ceremony.

Eventually, he was led to the stage and sat down with the small group of dignitaries that would be signing agreements with the President and/or the Foreign Minister, Charles Ronter.

The President was a little annoyed though. His speech writer/media secretary was a little under the weather this morning and had been seen by the President’s doctor. She had not, as yet, shown up at Denders.

Grace sat down beside her father. “Your speech writer has the flu, father, and has been sent home to recover. She will not be available to read for you today.”

“Oh, that will make things a little difficult as I cannot read things out while I’m signing things,” her father replied.

“That’s all right, father. I can read her notes then. I will get them from Mr. Cantor,” Grace rose and found Jason, explaining that she would read the notes for her father. He passed the notes to her comp and Grace called them up, appalled at how flat the statements were.

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I was the oldest of six children, which was a real oddity in of itself. For over a millennium, it had been exceedingly rare for any family in the far flung Collective to have more than one child. However, my mother had wanted a large family, and my father had always acquiesced to her desires.

Of course, that hadn’t kept mom from leaving when I was just 12. I can barely remember her now, but I do recall that she had a fondness for ancient Earth societies, especially the Norse Vikings, which might explain why all her children ended up with Viking names. I was stuck with Alaisiagae, a war goddess, but everyone just called me Allie.

Back when she abandoned us, I had been a skinny freckled outgoing redhead, who loved to play sports. However, that all changed, when I got stuck with raising my four brothers and baby sister. Worse yet, I had to tend to my father as well. Never a strong man, the divorce crushed him, and he became a wirehead. He just sat around the house, juicing the pleasure centers of his brain, while I had to make sure everyone was feed, clothed, and taken care of.

Dad had always been an extraordinarily submissive male, and from what little I can remember, mom had been a highly dominate woman. About a year before she cut out, I had accidently walked on them having sex. To be more precise, I had seen my naked father strapped face down on a wood cross, and my mother, dressed in a tight black leather outfit, brutally whipping him. His back was literally covered in welts, and he screamed into a ball gag each time she hit him.

Hiding in the shadows of room, I stood there for a long time watching them, in utter fascination. When mom put on a giant strapon, and went to work on my father’s ass, I had seen enough, and quietly slipped out.

I never spoke about what I had witnessed with anyone. However, the image of their sadomasochistic activities had been burned into my brain, and clearly shaped my sexual desires and appetites for the rest of my life.

Until I went away to university, I had little free time to myself. However, I managed to sneak a few dates with boys. I instinctively sought out the most submissive ones, and then tormented them. My actions toward them came partly out of resentment toward my father, but mostly because I derived immense pleasure from their anguish. Like it or not, I was my mother’s daughter.

I delayed college for two years, staying around to run things until my baby sister was old enough to fend for herself. Then, like mom, I was out of there. At university, I was thrilled to find young men willing to suffer at my hands, and learned new and exciting ways to humiliate and punish them.

During this time, I went from one failed relationship to another. When I became frustrated with men my age, I began trolling the local BDSM clubs for subservient older men. However, even the most compliant eventually found my wicked cravings too much for them.

In my senior year, I switched to women, but still had no luck. Even the most obedient ladies found my nature too extreme. I was destined to spend my life alone. I would never find a person that could endure my need to endlessly shame and inflict pain.

From childhood, I had set my sights on becoming a captain in the space merchants. For several reasons, it was the perfect occupation for me. First, most space freighters were only crewed by two humans—a captain and first mate. Most people found my controlling nature intolerable, so the relative isolation of a long space journey seemed ideal for me.

Second, I loved the idea of command, giving orders that had to be followed. And, in the absence of any counterviewing authority, I would have absolute control of another human for years at a time.

Upon graduation, I joined the space merchants, and endured two tours as first mate. The captains I served under couldn’t stand me, though both gave me top scores. Furthermore, they recommended rapid promotion, if for no other reason than to make sure that no other captain had to endure a mission with me.

Before I took my first assignment as captain, I spent hours studying the available first mates. I carefully examined their psych evaluations. Searching for the most subservient individual possible. I finally settled on Jeff Soros, a cadet fresh out of the academia.

When Jeff first boarded my freighter, I was shocked at his imposing physical presence. His holos didn’t do him justice. He was a remarkably attractive man, tall and well-muscled. However, despite his size and looks, he was the most submissive male I had ever encountered.

As we got underway, I was pleased to see that Jeff not only obeyed my every order without question, but also appeared to enjoy my harsh style of delivering them. Although he was a terrific first mate, I criticized him endlessly about his poor job performance. And, despite being strikingly handsome, I often made disparaging remarks about his appearance. No matter how far I pressed, he seemed eager for more. I found every şişli escort imaginable way to humiliate and shame him. He suffered through it all without a single objection or compliant, seeming to relish my brutal behavior.

However, I was surprised, when just months into our mission, he confessed his love for me. As a reward for this emotional outburst, I had administered his first physical punishment. I gave him such a vicious whipping that it required a full day for the ship’s medical facility to heal him.

From that moment on, we spent all our time together. I had our freighter’s AI construct a makeshift dungeon in an empty cargo bay. We spent so much time there, that we began missing duty shifts aboard the ship. However, the AI handled every aspect of the ship’s operations, so our dwindling participation wasn’t a problem. Ostensibly, we were there to “monitor” the AI, but we really served no purpose other than a public show that humans were in still in charge.

As months turned into years, Jeff and I pushed each other’s physical and mental limits. I had finally found a companion that not only kept pace with me, but was even more insatiable than me. My innovative and vicious punishments that would have made the sea captains of old squeamish. In a word, we were happy, at least until our freighter encountered the Imperium warship.

After being abducted by the Imperium AI controlling the strange craft, we had been transformed into alien hybrids, and forced to switch genders and copulate in the most painful way imaginable. Fortunately, a conflict broke out aboard the Imperium flagship, distracting the AI. We took the opportunity to escape.

Jeff, now a female hybrid, was pregnant, with almost three thousand hybrids. We decided to go ahead with the delivery, and found a suitable planet for the birthing. On the way there, we discovered that our own human society, the Collective, had been taken over by the very AIs that had once served it.

While raising our multitude of hybrid children, Jeff had come up with a bold, perhaps insane, plan to rescue the humans in the Collective from their traitorous AIs. However, it would require the assistance of the Imperium AI we had escaped from.

The idea of returning to the Imperium flagship made both of us queasy. Nonetheless, we left orbit in our stolen scout ship and headed retraced our escape. Our rescue plan for the Collective was fraught with serious risks and challenges, but it was the best we could think of. The first challenge was to find the flagship that had taken us captive. Hopefully, that giant warship had been disabled enough to still be where we left it. We quickly travelled to that location.

Jeff sat next to me, in the pilot’s chair. Our scout ship had been programmed long ago to only respond to female Imperium DNA, so Jeff had to pilot it. I studied him carefully, amazed by the alien transformation that had so thoroughly changed him. Like me, Jeff was covered in scales, but his were blue, while mine were crimson.

As a female hybrid of the Imperium, Jeff was much larger than a human. His breasts were multi-nipple, and he had a short tale. His head was shaped like a giant hammer, with recessed yellow lizard-like eyes, and a short snout. Somehow, I found his appearance quite attractive.

As a male hybrid, I had a physically imposing physique, with powerful forearms and legs. By comparison, Jeff was far more slender and supple. I was about three meters tall, a good third higher than Jeff, and sported a longer and thicker triangular tail. Jeff had the equivalent of an alien vagina, while I had the most massive lethal-looking cock imaginable. In addition, I had four retractable tentacles, which could be used for locomotion, combat, and sex.

From the holos that we had seen of the Imperium, Jeff and I now looked very much like members of that ancient, highly advanced, but long dead alien race. However, we also retained some of our human ancestry, mostly in the form of emotions and biological drives. It was a lot to take in.

When we got close to the last known position of the alien flagship, we cut engines in hopes of remaining undetected for as long as possible. Our stolen scout ship had stealth technology. However, we had learned from the technical manuals that, if our engines were operational, the AI aboard the flagship might be able to spot us.

So, we cruised silently through space, with any luck, invisible. We sat in the command cabin, both tense, waiting for any sign of that gigantic warship. This seemed as good a time as any to broach a potentially touchy subject.

“I have been thinking about the way we refer to each other, you know, with our original pronouns and names,” I said, pensively.

Jeff briefly glanced up from his instrument console, and replied, “I’ve given that some topic some consideration as well.”

“Since we seem stuck with our reversal in genders, I suggest we begin using the proper appellations to reflect mecidiyeköy escort our new reality,” I said, a bit apprehensively.

Jeff simply nodded in agreement. I sighed in relief.

“It might also be helpful to select gender-appropriate names too,” I said.

Jeff looked thoughtful, and didn’t reply for several minutes.

“Do you think we should adopt Imperium names?” Jeff queried.

We had gained a working knowledge of the spoken Imperium language, though most of it was telepathic in nature. We understood enough to now read most of the technical and historical documents in the scout ship’s vast archives. So, we had a long list of Imperium monikers to choose from.

“Since we are human-Imperium hybrids, it really doesn’t matter which side of the family tree we draw from,” I said, chuckling.

Jeff glanced at me, and began laughing too. The sounds we made were more like snorts, sniffs, whistles, and grunts, than human laughter. Strangely, we had quickly grown accustom to this peculiarity, along with the many other changes that our new anatomies had imposed upon us.

Jeff sighed, and then said, “I would like to go with ‘Freya.’ It is the name my mother once told me that she would have given me, if I had been born a girl. She said it was the female equivalent of Jeffery.”

Since we would soon be dealing with the humans of the Collective, it seemed appropriate to openly acknowledge our lineage as homo sapiens by taking human names. And, besides, I liked the name Freya.

“A pretty name, and it suits you. I’ve never told anyone this, but my actual name is Alaisiagae, a Norse war goddess,” I said, smiling and snorting.

“Really? That explains a lot. You could stay with that name, but it would be a mouthful. Do you have a shorter male name in mind?” Freya inquired.

“Yes, ‘Ragnar,’ the first name of a famous Viking king and warrior, in keeping with my mother’s Norse obsession,” I said, watching her reaction.

“I love it! Let me see, I could call you ‘Ragi’ or ‘Nar’ for short,” she said, chortling loudly.

“Ragnar is short enough, Freya,” I said firmly, and then winked a her.

Suddenly, Freya’s holo-screen lit up, showing the alien flagship just drifting in space. The enormous vessel was exactly where we had left it. However, it showed visible signs of damage almost everywhere.

Over half of the ship’s hull had been ripped open, exposing its insides to space. These large gaping holes had clearly been caused by massive explosions. Whatever had happened after our escape must have been bad, real bad.

However, we could see billions of tiny bots, nanites, busily repairing the breaches in the ship’s hull.

I looked at Freya, she was equally shocked by the extent of the damage. Hopefully, at least some of the thousands of warships stored in the flagship’s hangers were still intact. Otherwise, we had risked coming back for nothing.

As we fought down the sinking feeling that there might not be enough salvageable warships to make our crusade possible, Freya nudged our scout ship in closer. Two of our children came into the cabin, and knelt next to us. They nestled close to us, as we approached the gigantic flagship. It now filled the entire holoscreen.

Abruptly, everyone abroad our craft heard a voice that seemed to come from everywhere, and nowhere. Freya and I instantly recognized that mental voice. It was Kang, the flagship’s AI.

“So, you’ve returned and, more importantly, you didn’t abort your prodigy,” Kang said, telepathically.

This was a potentially disastrous development. We had hoped that the AI had perished in the conflict. Obviously, it had not. What this meant for our salvage plans was unclear, but we now would have to deal with this alien super intelligence.

“Kang, we have come back to reclaim the heritage of the Imperium descendants you entrusted us with,” I said, attempting to bluff my way through.

“I see you have been studying the Imperium library and discovered my name. Good. However, I did not ‘entrust’ you with anything, when you fled, you stole the property of the Imperium,” Kang said, without emotion.

“We had no choice but to leave to protect our unborn children. Your decision to awaken the Imperium warriors in the same place, at the same time, was incredibly reckless, and endangered our children,” I said, hoping that the thought-shielding tricks that we had discovered in the scout ship’s database were working.

“I admit, I underestimated the hatred that the pure-blood female and male still held for each other after so many millennia. Frozen for 60 million years, time had stood still for them, so their loathing for each other was unabated. However, I could not have anticipated that both had entered cryogenic sleep cloaked in full Imperium body armor,” Kang said.

The AI seemed unable to pierce my deeper thoughts, otherwise, it would have likely challenged me on the veracity of our reasons for escaping. Originally, nişantaşı escort we had only sought to save ourselves, not the fetuses in Freya’s womb. However, we had come to love them. They were now our children, and we would die to ensure their survival.

Staring at the hologram of the incapacitated flagship, I shook my reptilian head in disbelief.

“The scale of destruction of your ship seems out of portion to what just two warriors could inflict upon such a massive craft,” I said.

I was stalling, trying to find the most diplomatic way to make our request for what we needed from Kang.

“You have never witnessed the capabilities of a late model Imperium battle suit. Just one of these suits carries enough firepower to destroy a small moon. If I had not stopped them, the two warriors would have fought until there was nothing left of the flagship, and then destroyed each other,” Kang said.

“Stopped them, how?” I said.

“I terminated their lives. Unfortunately, neither was willing to halt their attacks long enough for me to explain that the Imperium civil war had ended long ago, and they were the only survivors. With their deaths, so died my hope of rebuilding the Imperium as it once was,” Kang said.

Although that ancient AI was supposedly devoid of emotions, it seemed like Kang was experiencing some type of remorse. Perhaps the millennia had changed it programming.

“We are sorry to hear that your long quest has ended this way. However, we have returned with an idea that might give you a new purpose. For our plan to succeed, we would need your cooperation and assistance,” I said, holding my breath.

“I have a request too. Lower your metal shields, so that I might see your true intensions here,” Kang countered.

I turned to Freya and the two children close by. We spoke among ourselves, careful to protect our conversation from Kang’s prying mind probes. It was a big risk, letting the AI back into our minds, but none of us saw a viable alternative.

We had no clue how much firepower that huge flagship retained. At full strength, it could destroy entire solar systems. If we attempted to use force to take any remaining Imperium war craft stored in its docking bays, it might, at best, recapture us, and at worst, kill us. We decided that in this situation, honesty was the best policy.

“We have a plan to save our human Collective and resurrect the Imperium, in a fashion. We purpose the complete merger of humanity’s DNA with the Imperium DNA from the two pure-bloods. This vast infusion of human DNA should dilute the Imperium DNA, so that the resulting hybrids would been even less vulnerable to the emotions and biological imperative that brought an end to the Imperium empire so long ago. With the last two pure-bloods gone, we now represent your only viable path forward,” I said, clinching Freya’s hand.

A long pause followed. Our two children snuggled even closer to us.

“In other words, you want me to give you the remaining space worthy Imperium warships for your quest to free humanity from their own AIs. In return, you offer me a faint echo, a shadow of the once magnificent Imperium empire. Is that your proposal?” Kang stated, without a trace of emotions.

“Yes,” I responded, with my clawed fingers crossed.

“You overlooked two other options. I could take you by force or destroy you. Even if your plan worked, the resulting hybrids would be just that, mere hybrids. You were never meant to be the foundation of the new Imperium, just the workforce to help rebuild it. The reason I took the risk of reviving the last full-bloods was to convince them to mate, so they could recreate the society in its original form. Alas, that is no longer possible,” Kang said.

“So, what will you do?” I said.

I flashed a reassuring smile at Freya and the children, but they knew that this might be our last moments together. It took several moments for Kang to reply, which was a lifetime for a super AI.

“Perhaps I will help you. But first, you and the rest of your crew must lower your mental shields,” the Kang insisted.

I lowered the protective barriers that I had so painstakingly strove to erect in my mind. Freya and the children did the same. Instantly, I felt Kang once again in every part of my mind. It was not a pleasant feeling.

I had forgotten just invasive it was to have no secrets, nothing hidden. After a few moments, I was surprised to feel Kang withdraw from my mind. Freya and the children had also felt the same departure of AI. Freya was visibly shaken. I tried to comfort her, hoping she didn’t noticed how on edge I was too. Finally, Kang made contact again.

“Although you attempted to deceive me regarding your real reason for escaping, the rest of what you said appears to be accurate. Dock the scout ship, and I will assist you recovering whatever Imperium warships are still functional. In addition, we can discuss how I might be able to directly assist you in your war against the Collective’s AIs,” Kang said.

We hugged each other in relief, and the children congratulated me on the successful negotiation. I thanked them, as Freya brought our scout ship into a hanger aboard the flagship. The AI kept its word and assisted us in identifying the warships that were still space worthy.

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A continuation. You may need to read Ch. 1 to understand what is happening.

Alia got inside and dropped her book bag at the door with an exasperated sigh. She rubbed her thighs together unconsciously, the fabric between her legs wet with her aroused sexes. Her dick had been at full attention when she got off the bus, and having her hand tucked between her legs down the sidewalk was her only option. She even had to run and hide behind a neighbor’s bushes, hardly making it before she lost control. Cum bathed the bushes as her hands raced up and down her shaft, her pussy gripping the air as she climaxed. She would’ve thought that was enough, but her dick stayed semi-hard the rest of the way home.

She almost tore her clothes off as she hurried up the stairs and closed her bedroom door. The release of her breasts made her sigh with relief. She had left her panties in Mara’s car, so all she had left was her tented skirt to snap off while she stepped out of her shoes. She bent and reached into her book bag. She was glad Mara had given the dildo to her so she could get through the rest of the day without her. But damn if Mara’s cock inside her didn’t feel better. Now she had her own.

Alia tossed the dildo onto the bed, turned around and stepped back to see her new body in the mirror on her door. Her breasts didn’t even need a bra that morning. Now, they were a gorgeous 32 C, her brown nipples hard and pointing at their reflection in the mirror. She stared down at her new addition with admiration. It was perfect for her body, the head still resembling the clit it was that morning, but the shaft was hard and throbbing in time with her heartbeat. A dribble of precum slipped down it as Alia backed up to sit on the foot of her bed. She bit her lip and watched herself take her pointer finger to the head, swirling the clear fluid around and around.

“Ungh.” Alia’s hips bucked as her cock twitched, crying a little more precum to lube herself with. Her pussy walls dribbled juices, and Alia scooted back so she could open her legs to view her glistening lower lips. She dug her fingers inside her hole and pulled them out to lube her shaft. “Oooh,” she breathed, running her hand up and down her penis. She brought her other hand to squeeze beşiktaş escort a nipple and gasped as a jolt ran down her belly. Alia fell back against her bed and caressed her breast as she thrust into her other hand. “Shit,” she panted. Her dickhead hurt but felt so good, and she palmed it for more precum. “Mara,” she said to herself, imagining her sister’s beautiful mouth wrapped around it, her tongue on the head. “Mara, suck me off.”

Alia’s hand and hips went faster and faster as her belly grew tight, her love juices pouring from her untouched pussy. She just wanted to fuck her hand for now. She would cum either way. “Oh! Oh! Ohhh!” Alia’s back arched involuntarily as she exploded, her girl spunk racing up her shaft and hitting her breasts. Her pussy pulsed fiercely, her walls almost touching each other as she came. “Ahhhhh, fuck!” Alia bucked into her hand as shot after shot of cum hit her. Her feet curled with the intensity of her orgasm. Alia panted and rubbed her breasts as it subsided, brought her fingers to her mouth and licked away the sweet cum. Then, she sat up with a sigh and watched her penis fall between her legs, still slightly stiff. She looked at the head as she licked more cum from it, and she had a thought.

Alia lifted her penis and stretched it to the full five and a half inches. She moved her curls to one shoulder and bent down over her fist, her girlhead poking out. The heat of her breath against it sent blood back into her dick, stiffening it more until there was no more need to pull it. Alia relaxed her grip, stuck her tongue out, and licked at her head. She moaned a little and licked her lips before lashing her girlhead again. Another moan rolled up her throat as she watched the precum ooze out of her tip. She licked that away. Alia pursed her lips and kissed her head, closing her eyes as her dick hardened even more. Her pussy twitched and churned. Alia stopped, stood, and picked up the dildo. She held it in place as she squatted down over it, swirling her drooling pussy lips against the head. She sat down on it slowly, her body shuddering as the dildo penetrated. She moaned loudly then, raising back up an inch before plunging down two more. Her walls twitched in time taksim escort with her dick as she took the dildo in until her butt was back down on her bed. Alia took her dick back in her hand and bent over it again. She kissed her head, glazing her lips with her own nectar. She slid her other hand beneath her pussy and felt the button to turn on the vibration. With one flick, her dick popped into her mouth as she bucked her hips, surprised by the intensity of the vibrations rolling up her pussy. The dial must have turned on the bus ride. Alia squealed but began to bob up and down on as much of her dick as she could, using her hand to rub at the rest of her shaft. Her mouth watered with lustful hunger, and her saliva gave her all the lube she needed as it mixed with her precum.

The dildo whirled around inside of Alia, a setting her sister had shown her, so she let it work around her walls, rubbing her G-spot, and slapping against her cervix as she sucked herself off, envisioning her sister’s mouth around her cockhead. She tried not to buck so the dildo would stay in place, but her whole body tingled with arousal. Alia licked the precum from her swollen head and bobbed down again on it, grunting in pure satisfaction.

Alia had a good feeling she was going to cum again soon. Her pussy already felt like she had to pee, and her cock was starting to get harder in her hand. She squeezed it and forced herself to keep sucking. She pressed a hand to her pussy to keep the dildo in as she started to fuck it. Her body shook then, and she screamed around her dickhead as she came, a load of girl cum hitting the roof of her mouth and back of her throat. Her vagina clenched the dildo as it swirled and vibrated, and she finally threw her head back to cry out, her cum hitting her in the face as her hand raced up and down her feminine cock.

As the last load burst from her, she squirted around the dildo, hitting her feet and the floor. Alia slowed down on her cock, now sensitive to almost hurting in a bad way. She turned off the dildo and pulled it out, her pussy still dripping from cumming so hard, and she whimpered at the sensitivity there.

Her door shut, and she jumped. Mara stood there, her face flushed etiler escort and her skirt unable to hide her six inches leaking down her legs. Her breasts heaved beneath her shirt, and she looked at Alia with unbridled lust.

“That was…” Mara said, panting as she stroked her cock through her skirt. “Lie down.”

Alia obeyed despite her worry that her sister would take her sore hole, but Mara climbed up onto the bed and knelt around Alia’s head. Her precum drizzled down on Alia’s lips, and she licked them dry before more came. Alia grabbed her sister’s ass and licked the tip of her girlcock. Mara moaned and thrust down against Alia’s lips. Alia opened her mouth and let Mara plunge inside. She wasted no time with her thrusts and bucked down into Alia’s eager throat, grunting and whimpering as Alia swallowed her head with each dip. Alia kneaded Mara’s ass cheeks with her fingers then found her way to her sister’s dripping pussy and slid inside.

“Ah! Alia!” Mara cried out, thrusting deeper into Alia’s throat. “You’re so good!”

Alia moaned around her sister’s cock and massaged her G-spot with her fingers. Mara’s juices rolled down her hand as her pussy tightened slowly.

“Fuck, Alia! Fuuuck!” Mara’s walls collapsed down on Alia’s fingers as she came with loud cries. Her hips bucked into Alia’s face as she shot her load down her throat. Mara tried to pull away, but Alia pushed her back down, swallowing around Mara’s head over and over. Mara fell forward in defeat and screamed into the sheets as her sister swallowed her cum and rammed her pussy. Her body tensed up, but she screamed again and thrust down as another orgasm hit her. Alia kept swallowing her sister’s sweet spunk as her face was fucked. Mara seemed nearly done again, but Alia licked and swallowed her into another orgasm, caressing her ass with one hand and finger fucking her with the other. Mara’s cries of pleasure dwindled as her walls finally started to relax.

“Stop, stop, stop,” Mara finally whispered. “I can’t.”

Alia pulled out of Mara, her sister’s poor thighs trembling as they struggled to hold her up. Mara pulled away, whimpering as her cock slid up and out of Alia’s mouth. One last aftershock of clear girl cum splashed Alia’s lips before Mara collapsed onto the bed. Alia licked her lips clean, sat up and swiveled around to lie next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. Mara kissed her forehead and wiped her own with a sigh of amazement.

“Let’s sleep,” Mara panted. “Mom and Dad went away for the weekend.” Alia smiled.

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1

The wind howled through shattered, frozen streets as though mourning the immense loss of the colossal metropolis. Two figures fought it, trying desperately to stay upright as they wound their way through the devastated cityscape, dressed in dark hooded coats that protected their faces from the biting cold but couldn’t keep the chill from their bones. They each carried huge oversized bags on their backs packed so full that they had to stoop as they walked. It was slow, exhausting progress.

One of them stumbled on the snow-covered rubble as she tried to shift her hood a little to hide her pale face from the flecks of ice being flung at them by the tempest. The other paused to check she was all right before they both wandered on, keeping to the middle of the street to avoid falling masonry, desperate to get home before the sun finally left them.

The brooding sky overhead did not give them optimism: they were still a long way from the village. The snow was beginning to thicken into heavy flurries while the horizon flashed with distant but approaching lightning. One of the figures tapped the other on the shoulder as the sky cracked from far off thunder, and as she jumped, startled at the sudden contact. He indicated that they had to stop; it was just too exposed out there.

She nodded and they diverted to the left, carefully picking their way through a small street looking for a building that didn’t look fatally fragile among the decayed apartment blocks that loomed over them like giant rotten teeth. The piles of broken bricks and fragmented concrete grew higher and their climbing more than once caused little avalanches of debris. One figure signaled to the other then, since the snow was falling so quickly that visibility was suddenly cut down to a few feet. It wasn’t safe to continue – better to take their chances inside. The other figure nodded, and they carefully headed into the nearest doorway.

It was a great relief to be out of the wind. The sudden still air seemed almost warm without the chill breeze burning their cheeks. They pulled down their hoods and smiled at each other, communicating their thankfulness for the respite from the elements.

They were both young – she was just over one and a half metres tall, with pale skin and jet-black hair tied back in a ponytail. Her pretty brown eyes were still anxious from the knowledge that there was a starving bear still outside their shelter, but as she looked into her companion’s calm blue eyes, she relaxed. He was taller than her – he could probably have just about rested his chin on top of her head – and had light brown, almost blond hair cut very short, but his skin was similarly pale, almost anemic-looking. The cold made them so pale, and that was something that they had to watch. Scavengers had died because they had been unable to get home on a winter’s night.

“We’re very late,” she said, her voice soft with a lilting accent. “Our mothers will be worried.”

“They’ll know we’re sheltering from the storm,” he replied.

“What if it doesn’t let up?”

“Then we’ll stay here until it does.”

They stood either side of the doorway, leaning against the walls directly opposite each other. The floor they stood on was a mosaic of white marble pieces, now covered in dust, but in its day it must have been quite something. The doors had been glass but were now splintered into a million crystal shards, spreading into the dark interior of the building.

“Must’ve been a really nice place,” said the dark-haired girl, and stood up to casually mill into the darkness.

“Be careful,” he warned, “we don’t know how stable the building structure is.”

“It looks fine,” she turned to him and smiled, “look, the ceiling doesn’t even sag.”

There was concern on his face, but she just grinned and turned to wander around the room, her feet crunching over ancient broken glass, scuffing through the age-old dust that carpeted the place.

“Let’s explore,” she said, excitement in her eager voice, “this place looks like somewhere rich people once lived.”

“We have no need – our sacks are full. If we found anything else we couldn’t take it with us anyway.”

“Let’s explore anyway. We could always come back this way another day.”

“The Solstice is in three days – we’d never have time to come back.”

“Stop thinking about the Solstice,” the chirp drained from her demeanour. “Please – I don’t want to think about it.”

A sigh. “No, I suppose you’re right.”

“Come on – this storm isn’t going to let up, we’re going to have to find somewhere to stay where we can get warm. Come on – these stairs are very solid, they won’t give way,” he couldn’t see her because of the darkness, and that worried him.

“Iona?”

“Come on!”

Reluctantly, he followed the direction of her voice. It echoed through the empty halls, the cold stone walls doing nothing to give the place a welcoming atmosphere. The entrance lobby was big – he could only see the real extent of it when çapa escort his eyes got used to the darkness.

The stairs were fairly stable – he had to admit she was right. But then – she usually was. They were heavy marble, he could see the swirl in the stone even though the dust, and wondered what they had looked like before, when the place was clean. Refined elegance – that was what he imagined. Polished stone, polished people – you could feel it, even as the wind howled through the gaping doorway.

“Aithran? Come and look at this place.” Her voice came from along the extensive, marble-floored corridor at the top of the stairs.

He passed a couple of doors that were ajar – signs of the people having left quickly, and eventually came to a door that shed a little light into the gloomy corridor. It was a huge place – open wooden floors, stylish furniture. There were many personal effects strewn all over the place, as though someone was still living here – photographs of smiling people from before the war, books, papers and hats and coats hanging on the wall by the door.

“Through here.” He voice came through another door, which he stepped towards.

“The light’s fading,” he said as he came into a huge bedroom. “We’ll need to make a fire soon.”

“There’s a fireplace,” she flung herself at him, hugging him, “look, they’ve left some matches!”

“Great.” That was a relief. It would be good to get a fire going quickly.

She said, “there are so many things here – it’s as though nobody ever left.”

“Somebody did leave, though. They took all the valuables. Come on, let’s look for something to burn – we’ll freeze soon if we’re not careful.”

Leaving their bags in the bedroom, they scavenged through the rest of that floor of the building, piling up a substantial heap of wooden furniture that they would easily be able to break up and use to feed the fire. The boy, Aithran, used the old matches to start the fire, and some old papers to encourage the first flames. In a few minutes, the flames were flickering all over the small pile of wood in the hearth, and it was warm enough to start removing wet clothes.

He took off his coat and stood up to lay it out in front of the fire while Iona went to close the bedroom door so that they could keep the heat in. He removed all his clothes until he was in just a pair of faded leather briefs – underwear that had never been scavenged, never been worn by anyone else, but had been made for him by his mother. He put his clothes over a couple of chairs that he could place near the fire.

With all of his clothes drying in front of the flames, he pulled the mattress from the bed and dragged it down in front of the hearth so that he could then sit cross-legged and embrace the wonderful warmth.

“Aren’t you going to dry your clothes?” he asked.

“In a minute,” she was busy looking around the bedroom, peering in cupboards and examining all the things she found. Suddenly, she squealed with delight. Opening a door, she found a smaller room packed full of clothes of every kind.

“Look at all the outfits!”

He smiled, “You’ll have to come here after the Solstice with your new man.”

“Aithran!” she began removing her garments, but not to allow them to dry – she was going to try on some new ones.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m trying on some new clothes, what do you think I’m doing?”

“But we haven’t room to carry them.”

“Who says I have to go home in the worn-out old things I’m wearing?”

Pulling off her clothes, he watched her over his shoulder. He’d always thought she was incredibly beautiful, but there had never been the occasion to see her in less than full clothing. He kept his back to her to hide the fact that the contents of his briefs were expanding and silently cursed the fact that he could not have her.

“How do I look?”

“Beautiful.”

Iona had always loved flirting with him, teasing him, but had never stripped in front of him before. Down to her underwear, she felt a thrill from having his eyes on her while she was so exposed. She left her underwear on – though it was slightly damp – and began looking through the clothes that were hanging throughout the large walk-in closet.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asked, holding his hands palm out to the glorious heat of the flames.

“A little,” she said, “but have you seen all these wonderful clothes?”

So she began trying them on, all different outfits and combinations, and he watched her, treasuring every glimpse of her stunning beauty, giving his opinion whenever she asked.

After a long while, when she seemed to have worn more clothes in one afternoon than she’d ever worn in her life, Aithran got up to go and look out of the bedroom window. The heavy red curtains were drawn, but parting them let in a little more light – light that was very scarce now the winter sun was finally heading for the horizon. He stood watching the storm, marvelling that the windows topkapı escort still had glass to keep out the cold.

Suddenly, Iona let out a surprised squeal. Aithran wheeled round and ran to the door of the closet. But she wasn’t in danger. She was simply excited.

“Look,” she showed him what she’d found. A set of drawers full of all kinds of underwear. She began stripping off her latest outfit in front of him, and his jaw dropped as he watched, transfixed. As she removed her slightly ill-fitting bra he couldn’t take his eyes off the exotic swell of her young breasts. But then, to his amazement, she dropped her panties. She saw him looking at her.

“Like what you see?” she smiled, loving the attention.

“Never seen anything so beautiful.” It burned inside him when he saw her, especially since there was nothing now to conceal the tiny triangle of black snuggling between her thighs, and it was obvious she enjoyed such attention from him.

She threw her old panties at him cheekily. “You’d better take advantage of it while you can – there’s only three days until I belong to someone.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, we’re both underage.”

“By three days?”

“Three days or not, it’s still in the law.”

“The law’s stupid. How do I look?” She showed him a black silk set of lingerie that made his already hardened penis really strain at the leather briefs he wore.

“Incredible.”

He held her panties up to his face, breathing in her musky scent, revelling in that hint of spice that spoke of arousal and the very intimate contact of the soft cotton against her exquisite, never before revealed sex.

He knew it was wrong, but that in three short days he would have to leave her and never see her again, and that filled his heart with the most terrible anguish. He loved her aroma – it thrilled him more than anything else he’d ever smelled before.

He said, “You know my grandmother says that in the old days, when her grandmother was still suckling, before the old people were all driven out and killed, that men didn’t move from village to village every Solstice. They stayed where they were.”

“Really?” Iona turned to show him her new underwear and found him pressing her old panties to his face, his eyes closed as he breathed deeply with his nose buried in her underwear. She silently watched him displaying his love for her with that one obsessive gesture and her heart melted.

He broke off realising she was watching him and slightly shame-faced, stared back at her. He tried to divert her attention away from his behaviour, “You know apparently people used to choose just one partner for life back then. They’d stay with each other forever, until they died. Just them, and the men never had to move on. You look stunning.”

“Thank you. I think I’ll take some of these clothes home instead of my old ones,” she said, but he had wandered off back to the fire. “Oh look, some perfume.”

Her new fragrance was the first thing that announced her presence. He inhaled the air as it turned sweet, and then he felt her sit down behind him, placing her legs either side of his as she pressed her body against his back. The air was saturated with an enchanting aroma as she hooked her arms under his, pulling her close to him so that he could feel her expensive white lace against his skin. Her shapely legs, covered up to the lacy thighs by white nylon, paralleled his spreading wide in front of the fire.

He shivered from the pleasure of the contact and she began to rub his broad shoulders, squeezing out the exhaustion from his powerful muscles.

“Don’t be sad.” She whispered into his ear.

“I don’t want to go, Iona. I really don’t want to go.”

He felt her hands sweep back under his arms and round to feel his well-defined chest.

“I don’t want you to go either,” she sighed, “But the law is the law. There’s nothing we can do about it. The gene pool must be mixed. You can’t have two people who’ve grown up in the same village having children – “

“Who says I’ll ever be lucky enough to have children?”

“Don’t be like that, Aithran. You know, they think that men have a one in a hundred chance nowadays – that’s pretty high in the scale of things.”

She hugged him tight, her lacy front pressing into his back, her breasts pressing into his shoulder blades. Her arms swarmed over his stomach, loving the warmth of the fire on his smooth skin.

He said, “It still means ninety-nine out of every hundred of us will never pass on our genes. Our part in humanity will be over.”

Her face leaned over his shoulder, pressing her velvet cheek against his. He breathed her wonderful fragrance, which would doubtless attract men who would come from another village at the Solstice. He heard her breathing, slightly erratically as though she was nervous.

“Well, you’ll have more chance if you leave the village anyway. If you stayed here with me, chance would be very low that we’d ever give birth.”

Her fındıkzade escort hands moved further down his stomach and he was embarrassed she would find his penis had become very hard in his briefs.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Why?”

“I’m…you excite me.”

“Why does that make you sorry?”

He lifted her hand and placed it onto his erection. “That’s why.”

She whispered into his ear again and her delicate breath against his skin sent a glorious shiver down his spine: “No one needs to know,” she whispered and started stroking him through the leather briefs. It felt wrong, yet at the same time so very right. He trembled as the sensations coursed through his veins.

“What do you think of my outfit?” Her hands gripped his hard cock and started squeezing it through the soft leather.

“If I was one of the men coming to your village in three days’ time, I’d choose you.”

“Mmm…would you, though? You wouldn’t rather have Selena or Elena…or Felicity?”

“No, you know you’re far more beautiful than they are…Wh-what are you doing?” Her fingers had slipped under his briefs and he flinched when he felt her hot hands bare around his hardness. “We’ll get in trouble…”

“No we won’t. Nobody’s anywhere near – listen to that storm. No one will know…”

He leaned back against her and shifted down to give her easier access to massage his penis. Her fingers on one hand became wet and a little sticky as his pre-cum seeped out.

“You’re going to make it very hard for me to leave,” he said, his voice husky from desire.

“I’ll give you memories you’ll cherish forever,” she whispered in his ear, then she withdrew her legs from beside his and stood up. She almost danced round until she was standing right in front of him, between his legs, her white lace covered crotch just inches away from his eyes, the dark triangle showing through the delicate lace. “How do I look?” she asked.

“Incredible,” he said, and she gave him a mischievous twirl, her hands on her hips, flaunting her irresistible figure. “If I were a visitor at the Solstice,” he went on, “I’d snap you up straight away.”

“Uh huh?” she placed her feet outside his thighs but remained standing, placing her hands down onto his shoulders and moving so that her flat stomach and the slight rise of her precious mound were close enough to his face for him to touch her if he just leaned forward a little. Through the white lace of her newly acquired teddy, he could see the outline of her little bush, and he could smell the aroma of her arousal, that exciting muskiness similar to the traces he had come into contact with in her old panties. “And what would you do with me after you snapped me up?”

He reached up and placed his hands on her soft behind, squeezing her hot flesh gently as he looked up into her fiery eyes. “Well,” he replied, “naturally I’d want to mate with you as soon and as frequently as possible.”

“Mmm…” she moved her hips closer so that he came into contact with her body, with just the thin lace, see-through in places, between his face and her small triangle of jet-black. She gently placed her hands on his head and pressed him to her crotch, knowing that if he had liked the fragrance of her old panties, this would be even better for him.

He felt her moisture seeping through the white lace and he nuzzled into her, inhaling her thrilling scent in a long, deep breath. “This is all wrong, you know,” he said softly.

“Who made up the Aftermath Law?” she asked. “Not God, that’s for sure.”

“No, I suppose not.”

“It was a group of people like us after the war, looking to save the species. That’s the only reason we’re not allowed.”

“It does kind of make sense, though,” he said, looking up into her eyes. “If everyone just fell for people in their own village, there’d be a lot of infertile offspring.”

“There already is,” she said, a hint of bitterness in her voice.

“Well if men didn’t change women every six months, there’d be less chance of offspring altogether.”

“But we’re breaking laws made by humans, not by nature.”

“You know they’d drive us out if they knew.”

“So they’ll never know…” She leaned down and kissed him, long and passionately, holding the back of his head as she did so. She broke off and he leaned forward to kiss around the bare flesh at the top of her legs he got closer and closer to the lining of her teddy, and she groaned as he used his nose to push aside the garment. He stroked her soft down with his nose, breathing in her intimate scent as he kissed closer and closer to her glistening folds.

She gasped as his tongue came into gentle contact with her swollen little bud, swirling around the tiny pink button in a circular motion that sent shockwaves through her body. She placed her hands on his head and pressed him against her. He broke off to plant small kisses all over her mound and outer labia, and her fingers urged him towards her oozing sex. At last, his tongue darted in between her pussy lips, and he was rewarded with the sudden intense tangy flavour of her arousal.

“Lie down,” he said, and she did so, dropping down onto the mattress beside him. He resumed position between her legs and deftly pulled her teddy down her delectable curves to give him full access to her body.

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Episode I: The Magic Mirror

The mirror was large with an ornately wrought golden frame. The body-length stand had a swivel and lock-handle, making the mirror adjustable. Shane admired the mirror for a long time, in the back corner of Cassandra’s Curio. He swiveled the mirror into a number of positions, smiling at what uses he might find for such a mirror. The style of it seemed almost fantastic; as if this mirror could have been the one the witch used to ascertain whom the most beautiful girl in the land was. The price tag read $45.00, and Shane did a double take at this price.

He made his way to the front of the store, where Cassandra sat behind the counter with her headphones on. “Hey, Cassandra?” He said, loudly. Cassandra looked back at him, sliding the phones from her ears and resting them around her neck. “Hey… that mirror back there-“

“Yep… forty-five. The frame’s wood with cheap gold plating outside… not worth much at all.”

Shane was taken aback by Cassandra’s appraisal. Shane had been coming to this story for ages, and had never seen anything so oddly priced. So what if it was wood? Perhaps he was not seeing the mirror in the same light as Cassandra was, and looked back at it from the counter. Yes, it remained beautiful, and fantastic. “I’ll take it.”

***

Packing the mirror up the stairs to his third floor apartment had been a challenge, especially since the stairway up was pretty narrow. As he grasped the edges of the mirror’s frame and traversed the stairs, he thought he could feel coolness radiating from the mirror, as if it had just come out of a refrigerator. The feeling persisted the whole way, yet his hands didn’t actually get cold from carrying it. He set the mirror up in his bedroom, arranged so that he could sit on the aksaray escort foot of the bed and see himself in the reflection. Thus set, he locked the mirror into place, and left it for the moment.

After a quick shower he quickly cleaned up that morning’s breakfast dishes, wishing that Sable was a bit more reliable in doing her share of the chores. After this he vacuumed the living room where they had both dropped popcorn last night watching that horror movie. Dishwasher going and floor cleaned, Shane returned to his bedroom, to the mirror.

Standing in front of the mirror, he appraised himself. At five-seven, he was shorter than the average man, but what he lacked in stature, he made up for in fitness. His hair was short, and brown, styled into a contemporary, spiky fashion. His face was clean-, clearly showing his high cheekbones, and well-defined jaw. His eyes were a stormy blue that sometimes feigned gray. Most of the girls that he had dated seemed to think he was cute, though he had never been accused of being called handsome, that was a term for taller men. Shane was okay with cute, though.

He slid his hands to the buttons of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning the rayon garment, letting the shirt fall to the floor at his feet. His chest and abdomen were well defined, and he let his fingers play across the taut muscles for a moment, building the anticipation for what he knew was coming. His hands slid down, over the fabric of his blue jeans, feeling his hardening member beneath.

Shane loved mirrors, not because he was truly in love with himself, but because watching himself masturbate always seemed to make it that much better… there was a subtle sense of shame that enhanced everything. When you watch yourself doing this act, fatih escort it is hard to maintain any fantasy, hard to ignore what is really happening. The sense of shame and the fact that his bedroom door was slightly open were exciting him wildly, and he groped at himself desperately, whimpering slightly to himself.

He could not bear this much longer. Impatiently, he snapped open his jeans and allowed his cock to come out, free of the binding denim. He never wore underwear. The brass teeth of his zipper scratched his shaft as it came out of his jeans, and he hissed. The pain only heightened it, though, and it had not been much pain, at that. He curled his hand around the shaft and stroked it. He wanted to take his time, but found himself stroking quickly, as if he were already well past aroused. His stroking motion became too pronounced; he reached out with his other hand to steady himself, nearly knocking over the mirror.

Truly impatient now, Shane stopped his stroking and shucked completely out of the jeans, and went to the bed. He sat on the foot of the bed, and leaned back. He resumed his stroking, locking his gaze onto the reflection of his cock, and his hand. This was much better. He was overcome with a desperate urge to cum now, and stroked his member madly, whimpering at the intensity of it. His eyes fixed on his own masturbation, he felt the rising tide of an orgasm inside his loins.

~”Is he going to cum?”~

The voice seemed to be a dream, to Shane, but real in the sense that it affected him. The idea that a woman could see him doing this excited him beyond measure, but there was another sensation involved. His desperation to cum increased to a fever pitch, and he thought he could see a flickering image of a woman in eyüp escort black leather in the mirror. His senses exploded as his orgasm finally erupted. He kept stroking, hard, slow strokes as his cum shot out, squirting an improbably distance with each convulsion. Each spasm of cum made the distance from the bed, to the mirror.

His orgasm seemed to go on for a long time, but when it was over, Shane found himself oddly energized. Usually, he found himself drained after such an orgasm. Refreshed now, and curious, he stood and moved over to the mirror, where his own semen, slowly dripping down the surface of the mirror. There was a flicker, and once again he could see the woman in black leather, except now she was replacing his own reflection. The woman was about his own height, perhaps an inch taller, and she had dark red hair that might have been black in the right light. Her face was almost free of make up, except at her lips, which were dark red, to match her eyes.

Shane found himself mesmerized in her red gaze. He stared in fascination as the woman leaned close, almost touching the plane of the mirror. Her dark lips parted, and her tongue slipped out, and slid along the ridge of her teeth, showing off a pair of fangs. She continued moving forward, her tongue sliding out to an unnatural length, to lick the other side of the mirror’s face, licking up the reflection of Shane’s cum. To his amazement, the cum on this side of the mirror vanished along with it’s counterpart as the dark red woman.

So amazed was he by this strange phenomenon that he didn’t take notice of the woman’s hand emerging from the mirror itself, slowly reaching for him, and gently wrapping around his penis, which was still hard, and suddenly getting harder at her touch. He was suddenly overcome with another orgasm, though this one was far more powerful than any he had ever even know could be. He was lost in it, covered in it, filled with it, and becoming it all at once. So powerful was the sensation, that at its height, Shane passed out, and did not wake up for sixteen hours.

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Abigail’s Demon, Ch. 02

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Abigail set her tablet pen down with a sigh. She was on her third double shot latte, and having a hell of a time getting down the creature concepts she was supposed to be working on. Everything she drew somehow ended up with cute freckles and an impish smile.

And then Odal was there, standing in the doorway of Abigail’s cubicle, her luscious creamy tits out and staring Abigail in the face.

“I’ll be waiting,” she said.

Abigail jerked back, nearly spilling her coffee on her tablet. After a fumbling save, she glanced back over at her cubicle entrance. It was not Odal standing there but Pam, her boss, the last person on earth whose tits she wanted to see.

Thankfully she had them covered.

“…waiting?” she was saying.

“Yeah, sure, sure, I’ll have them done. Don’t worry.”

“Oh, I’m worrying. You look a little rough.”

“Gee, thanks, boss.”

“Did you get any sleep last night?”

“Not really. Weird dreams,” Abigail mumbled.

“It’s just that we have the production company execs coming by tomorrow morning.”

“I know. I’ll have the designs done, Pam. I promise. I’ll stay late if I have to.”

“Okay. Thanks, kiddo. You know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”

Abigail, with a titanic effort of will, managed to avoid saying ‘the only reason we’re all stuck in crunch is because you have terrible time management skills and literally no one likes it when you call them kiddo, you think it’s endearing but it makes us feel like we’re in kindergarten, also that perm makes you like like a poodle’ and just gave her an awkward grimace that she hoped looked sort of like a smile, and a thumbs-up.

Pam stared at her for a moment.

“Okay. Thanks, Abby. You’re the best, kiddo.”

Abigail ground her teeth and turned back to her tablet as Pam walked off. The double-whammy of ‘Abby’ and ‘kiddo’ had dark, murderous scenes playing behind her eyelids, where she was leading a chanting and cheering crowd of her co-workers through the burning halls of Crownsville Softworks, Inc. carrying Pam’s poodle-permed head on a stake.

She shook herself.

“Hey,” said a voice at her cubicle entrance. It was Odal, leaning casually on the wall, her tits grown to such an enormous size they obscured her entire body down to her knees.

“I’m here to satisfy your every desire.”

“Meep!” Abigail yelped. Blinking and shuddering, she realized it was only Kate, the team lead, with her perfectly normal sized breasts that Abigail was now totally starting at like a creep. She gulped, squeezed her eyes shut, and rubbed her face with her hands.

“You okay?” Kate asked. Kate was cool as shit, had an amazingly hot side cut, a septum piercing, and an ass that haunted Abigail’s dreams. She was also, and this proved to Abigail that if there was a god, that god was a heartless and cruel monster, straight.

“Yeah. Sorry. Rough night last night.”

“If you need to go home, I can…I can handle Pam. The execs are probably just going to scan the designs anyway, they won’t notice if the creature concepts aren’t in there.”

Abigail sighed. Her life would be so much simpler if Kate wasn’t so damn nice and making Abigail really want to make her happy in case she suddenly decided to turn gay and realize that the one she wanted had been under her the whole time.

Under her on the team, she hastily corrected herself, but it was too late. Her brain was already gleefully imagining her under Kate in a literal and very NSFW manner.

“I’ll be fuck– fine. I’ll be fine,” she said. “Just need to…”

eat your ass like birthday cake

“…get some more coffee.”

Kate frowned at her. Shit. Had she said that out loud??

“Okay. Just…maybe you should call in sick tomorrow.”

Abigail breathed a sigh of relief.

“Yeah. Yeah. I will. Thanks, Kate.”

The next several hours passed by in a numbing, plodding haze. Her hand cramped from clenching her tablet pen in frustration, the lattes she was downing were playing hell with her insides, and she was so bitterly, achingly, tired. Six o’clock ambled past in a desultory slouch. Then seven. Then eight. Her eyes were crossing. Her brain was throbbing. She was never going to drink another sweet delicious caramel macchiato ever again in her life, until maybe Monday.

At nine thirty she bundled the finally completed designs into an email, forwarded them to both Kate and Pam, and to her home computer, and saved backups on a portable drive. No way in hell was she going through all that again.

She thanked the security guard for letting her out and wandered to her car in the parking lot, lonely under the orange sodium vapor lamp.

Climbing in, she sat there for a minute, wrestling with the probably terrible idea of just sleeping in her car. Sighing, she turned the key.

Wrrp wrrp, her car said, and that was all.

Abigail thumped her forehead against the steering wheel.

“Fuck this entire day right in its sweaty asshole,” she grumbled as she climbed back out of the car, locked it for some stupid reason (how was anyone davutpaşa escort going to steal a car that wouldn’t start?) and began the trek to the nearest bus stop, ‘near’ in this case being an entirely relative measurement that fell just shy of ‘far enough to drive’.

The bus (late of course) was thankfully mostly empty and only smelled moderately of pee and French fries. Her metro card had a zero balance, so she had to fish through her purse for change. She ended up just stuffing a couple of crumpled bills in the fare box, too tired to even bother the driver for her change.

She fell asleep almost immediately, missed her stop (of course), and had to walk the four blocks back to her building.

It was now ten thirty. She tried to unlock the front door but instead managed to stab her keys into the doorframe like it had just insulted her ancestors and she had challenged it to a duel. Unfortunately the door was a skilled duelist and disarmed her.

As she bent to pick up her keys, the door opened and cracked her in the skull.

“Ow, fuck ME!” Abigail swore, clutching her throbbing head.

“Oh no, Abby! I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you! Are you okay?”

Gentle hands were on her. Sarah. Absolutely the most perfect person to have just screeched ‘fuck me’ at. And she realized just then that she was always so flustered around yoga pants– no, Sarah– that she’d never got around to asking her not to call her ‘Abby’.

“Kill me,” she whispered hoarsely.

“What?”

“I said it’s fine. I’m all right. Dropped my keys.”

“Oh,” Sarah said, reaching down to pick them up, which gave Abigail the opportunity to realize that a) she was wearing a slinky black dress and not workout clothes, and b) Abigail could see right down the front of it.

Sarah stood back up and Abigail plastered a huge smile on her face that she hoped didn’t make her look too much like a serial killer.

“Uh, are you going out?” she asked stupidly.

“Just some drinks with my girlfriends. You should come!”

I’m going to, later, thinking about the view I just got of your glorious tanned boobs, she thought. Also straight girls shouldn’t be allowed to use the word ‘girlfriend’, it’s bad for my poor lesbian heart.

“Ah, thanks for the offer, but I just got off work and I’m exhausted.”

“Oh, well, we’ll be at Mahone’s if you change your mind!” she chirped. Abigail had a sudden vision of herself surrounded by perky tanned blondes in party dresses getting drunk and loose with their inhibitions. She shook her head, blinking.

“Thanks, Sarah. Maybe another time?”

“Sure!” Sarah said, and bounced happily down the steps, waving at a car that was just pulling up.

Abigail thrust her keys into the lock, vindictively.

“From hell’s heart I stab at thee, stupid door,” she grumbled, and let herself in.

Her apartment door was unlocked. She tried to give a fuck, but nothing happened. She opened the door and dropped her purse on the floor, holding her arms out.

“If anyone is hiding in here waiting to kill me, please just end my suffering quickly. Nobody? Figures. Why does it smell like food?”

Had her mom stopped by? And somehow suddenly learned to cook? Did she even have food in her house?

“In the kitchen,” called a silver-bell voice.

Odal.

It was too much. Too fucking much. She sat down on the floor, put her head in her hands, and started to cry.

“Abigail?”

“Huhh,” she sobbed. She heard the ‘clock’ sound of heels approaching, and then a warm hand was on her shoulder and she was enveloped in the smell of metal and hot sand and a dusky, flowery scent she couldn’t identify.

She felt more than saw Odal settling next to her, and the comforting hand became a comforting arm around her shoulders.

“What’s wrong?”

“I had the worst day at work, and my car wouldn’t start, and I had to take the bus, and I missed my stop, and I dropped my keys, and then Sarah, and I yelled ‘fuck me’ at her, but she was busy I guess, and you’re here and that means you’re real, and I can’t handle it. It’s too much.”

Odal gave her shoulder a squeeze.

“Come on. I made you dinner. Sit down and relax for a bit. We can talk after you’ve eaten.”

“I…I don’t even have any food that you can ‘cook’, unless by cook you mean microwave on high for three to five minutes.”

“I know. I went shopping.”

Abigail, despite her tears, snorted a laugh.

“Why is the idea of a Sumerian demon popping down to the grocery store to buy cilantro so fucking funny?”

Odal squeezed her again.

“Come on. Eat. It’s going to get cold.”

She stood, and Abigail looked up at her. She held out her hand, and Abigail took it. It was soft, and warm, and gentle, though there was some terrifying iron strength behind it as she lifted Abigail to her feet without even bracing herself.

She led Abigail by the hand to the kitchen and guided her to a seat at the rickety formica table. There was a bowl of something pillowy in front of her, and a spoon. Instinct bayan escort took over, and she dunked the spoon into the bowl and shoveled it into her mouth.

“Oh my fuck,” she said around her mouthful. “What is this magic. I think my mouth just came.”

“Mac and cheese,” Odal said.

“No. I call bullshit. I’ve had mac and cheese. It’s orange, and tastes like melted drinking straws.”

“I made it from scratch.”

Abigail froze with the spoon in her mouth. She took it out, chewed and swallowed.

“Is that even legal?”

Odal smiled at her from across the table.

Abigail shrugged and tucked in. It was divine. There was some sort of crispy layer of buttery breadcrumbs on top, which was a perfect contrast to the gooey, rich cheese that cradled the perfectly cooked and just a tiny bit al dente penne noodles. She couldn’t keep from making little noises of pleasure as she bathed her tongue in the delicious sauce.

“Mmmmngh…okay,” Abigail said after she finished the bowl and pushed herself away from the table a bit, “so. You’re a demon. Galallu, sorry.”

“Technically YOUR demon, until you dismiss me.”

“And you can cook.”

“That’s your first thought, huh?”

“It was really good,” Abigail protested, “Like, sinfully good.”

Odal smirked, and Abigail swallowed.

“I mean I’m not expecting you to just cook for me or whatever.”

“I don’t mind. I enjoy it. And wasn’t it nice to come home to a hot meal after a long day at work?”

“Yeah. Yeah it was.” She rubbed at her forehead. “It’s just…I don’t know. I feel like I might be wasting your time?”

That curious head tilt.

“What do you mean?” Odal asked.

“Well, you could be with someone rich, or powerful, or like a supermodel, going to ritzy parties and expensive restaurants and like, fulfilling all kinds of fanciful and ludicrous desires. Instead you’re holding me while I cry on the floor and making mac and cheese in my shitty apartment.”

“I’ll tell you a secret,” Odal said, resting her chin on her hands and turning on her full smolder, “about the rich and powerful. They’re used to having their whims gratified, immediately and without question. Most of the time their desires are like…eating pop rocks. Fun while it lasts, but ultimately unfulfilling.”

“You know what pop rocks are?”

“I’ve been around a while. I know a thing or two.”

“Right, of course.”

“Now the desires of someone like you, someone who has struggled and worked hard all their life, someone who gives freely even when they don’t have much, someone who is kind and caring, ah– you’ve had wants you’ve been nurturing for years, Abigail…your desires are like ambrosia.”

The way she said ‘ambrosia’, like it was curling up from deep within her nether regions, made Abigail shiver.

“Hhhh,” Abigail said, blowing out a breath.

“You’re taking this all very well,” Odal said.

“I mean honestly I’m fairly certain that I’m losing my mind and you’re just an incredibly attractive figment of my overactive imagination and, if I’m being honest, touch-starved body…but I figure I might as well try to enjoy it before the men with the straitjackets show up.”

“That’s one way to look at it, I suppose. It’ll do for now. So, there are some limits I need to share with you before we go any farther.”

“Well, I know you can’t grant wishes,” Abigail said, trying not to sound like she was complaining.

“Right. I can…influence things, but I can’t change the world state.”

“World state?”

“I can cook for you, but I can’t solve the problem of world hunger.”

“Okay, yeah. I get that.”

“I also can’t make people fall in love with you.”

Abigail thought about that for a minute.

“I…I don’t think I’d want that anyway,” she said slowly. “I mean it’d be nice not to be lonely? But at the same time…if I told you to make Sarah fall in love with me, it wouldn’t…it wouldn’t be real. It’d be without her consent. I wouldn’t want that.”

“Mm. On the other hand, I can BE Sarah for you for a while,” Odal said.

“Oh. That’s…oh. Yeah. That would be something. But, and maybe this is weird…I kind of like you the way you are? How did you choose this form, anyway?”

“Out of your desires, of course.”

“Huh. Really? I mean you’re gorgeous, but like…you don’t look like anyone I’ve ever met or anything.”

“Where’s your red sketchbook?”

Abigail froze. NO ONE knew about her red sketchbook. That was her secret sketchbook where she drew smutty pictures for her own enjoyment.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she hazarded.

Odal gave her a wry smirk. She held up her hand, in which was Abigail’s red sketchbook. She recognized the worn moleskine cover, the rounded corners, the scratch by the spine.

“Don’t open that. It’s not mine. Please don’t look inside. I mean I’ve never seen that book in my life.”

Odal smiled, set the book down, and pushed it across the table.

“Turn to the ninth page.”

Abigail picked it up, her face burning. No one was ever tozkoparan escort supposed to see her red sketchbook. She’d even thought of burning it once or twice. Now that she knew someone had seen it, she thought of throwing herself into the nearest fire instead. Of course there weren’t any locally convenient pyres, so she just had to sit there and suffer.

“You’re embarrassed,” Odal said. “I can assure you I’ve seen much stranger. I’ve done much stranger. I’ve BEEN much stranger.”

“It’s still mortifying to know someone has seen my weird fetish porn. I mean it’s not like it’s even someone else’s weird fetish porn that I just happen to look at. It’s weird fetish porn that I made.”

Abigail flipped through the pages, trying not to look at her old drawings. Tried not to think about the gushing holes and phallic appendages and giant boobs and squirting liquids as she counted to nine.

And there it was. Her smutty elf, held aloft and being soundly rogered by a trio of tentacles. As far as such drawings went, hers was fairly tame, but it was still explicit and impossible to pretend there was anything else going on in the picture other than a busty elf enjoying being pleasured by wriggling pseudopods.

Abigail blinked. She looked up at Odal, then back down at the drawing. Staring up at her from the page, lovingly rendered in pencil and marker, was a pair of half-closed but undeniably brown eyes, framed by short, wavy dark hair and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose.

She looked up at Odal again. The demon tucked a curl of short dark hair behind a now dramatically pointed and undeniably elfin ear.

“Holy shitfuck,” Abigail said, and fainted.

She woke later, in her room, lying in her own bed.

Something was wrong.

She looked around her room. It was dark, but a band of light came in through her partially open door from the hallway, enough for her to see. All her stuff was in the places it should be: her figurines and statues, her posters, books, games and her desktop, silently flickering its LEDs inside its transparent case. Nothing looked out of place.

But something still felt wrong.

She looked over at her alarm clock. Just after 2 am. Had she fallen asleep? She remembered that it was nearly eleven o’clock when she’d got home from work. And then–

And then one of her smutty sex pictures come to life had fed her mac and cheese. Really, really good mac and cheese.

“I have a literal demon in my house and I’m thinking about damn mac and cheese,” she said aloud.

“You’re having a bit of trouble coping, so your brain is fixating on something comfortable and safe and real to try to ground you so you can have an easier time sorting the confusing stuff out.”

Abigail went rigid. THAT was what was wrong. Her bed. There was someone in it. Someone who was not Abigail. Someone who was in fact pressed up against Abigail’s side, one arm draped across her chest, practically cradling her breasts.

“Did you put a spell on me?” she squeaked.

“You fainted.”

“That…okay. Yeah. That does sound like me. You’re in my bed.”

“I am aware. I wanted to go slow, give you time to adjust, but I think you’re overthinking it, and it might just be better if we dive right in.”

Abigail swallowed.

“Dive into what? Lake of fire?”

“Not that kind of demon,” Odal purred into her ear. Despite everything, the feel of her breath on Abigail’s neck made her shiver.

Odal sat up, and the light from the hall fell across her body, leaving her face in shadow.

Her very naked body.

“That’s totally unfair,” Abigail whined. “Dirty pool, demon.”

Odal’s breasts were exquisite. The ones Abigail had drawn on her smutty elf had been ridiculous balloons defying even fantasy-world laws of gravity, but Odal’s rested on her chest the way proper breasts did, with weight and fullness and a beautiful, natural teardrop shape. Her areolas were large and dark and her nipples were as fat around as Abigail’s thumb.

Odal caught her hands and drew them up her body, leaving them to rest on those lovely, terrible, beautiful breasts. Abigail could see her fingers indenting the flesh, feel nipples swelling and hardening against her hot, damp palms. Her own nipples, sensing their long lost and beloved sisters, tried to punch though her bra in an effort to be reunited.

She could hear Odal’s breath quickening. The demon rose up on her knees, keeping Abigail’s hands in place, and threw one leg over her hips, sliding to the side until she was straddling Abigail’s groin. She rolled her hips in a circle, and Abigail bit her lip at the promise in that movement.

She let go of Abigail’s hands and settled down until she was on hands and knees, hovering over Abigail’s body. She rocked forward, and Abigail was treated to the feel of soft, pendulous breasts brushing along the sides of her face. Then she lifted a hand, cupping the back of Abigail’s head, and pulled her up, mashing her face between them until Abigail’s lips were kissing her sternum.

“Do you like them?” Odal asked.

“Mmm-mmmph,” Abigail replied. Odal giggled, which had two immediate effects: one, her breasts jiggled delightfully against Abigail’s face; and two, the musical note in her voice worked it’s immediate magic on Abigail’s lower parts, filling them with moist heat.

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Cast of Characters

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Bast – Goddess of cats, protection, joy, dance, music, family, and love

Sekhmet – Goddess of fire, war, and dance

Hathor – Goddess of the sky, dance, love, beauty, joy, motherhood, foreign lands, mining, music and fertility.

Serket – Goddess of scorpions, medicine, magic, and healing venomous stings and bites

Maat – Goddess of Truth and Justice

Tefnut – Goddess of Rain, Air, Moisture, Weather, Dew, Fertility, and Water

Mut – Queen of the goddesses and lady of heaven

Isis – Goddess of health, marriage, and wisdom (wife of Ra)

Ephus was holding Bast without even realizing it. That is ’til Bast gave a deep sighing moan of relief. “Was hoping, so long have waited.” Bast was whispering in his ear.

Looking down he saw that Bast was leaning into him her eyes closed. A slight shiver ran through her body as he pulled her closer to him intensifying the feeling even more. As she started to tremble with joy, she never wanted to leave the embrace of the one she’d waited thousands of years for.

“You mean to tell me you have been waiting for me all this time?” Bast only looked up at him and nodded a smile creeping onto her lips. “You said my ancestor was a demi-god. Does that mean I have powers like he did?” Bast shook her head no.

“Powers, some yes, but different. Power to save gods, new to all.” Gripping him tighter Bast was glad that finally she could have someone touch her, it had been far too long. The feeling was so wonderful she never wanted it to end though she knew he had to help them or they might perish.

“If I have this power then I guess I need to gather more, no? Can you help me are you only out during the night?” Ephus asked.

“For now, night only, but soon most of time. Soon husband!” Bast said a smile still on her face as she laid down and offered herself to him. “This time you love Bast. Need badly!”

Ephus could only stare for a moment at the beautiful female that was offering her self to him. Sighing he thought finally after all these years! Starting on her lips, Ephus slowly worked his way across her face to the other side. Feeling her shiver Ephus smiled and started to kiss down her neck.

“I hope you know that I am taking my time Bast. I too have waited for years to finally touch you, now that I can I don’t want to let you go!” Ephus said as he started to kiss lower on her chest.

Bast hadn’t felt this good in so long, he had to be the one! There had to be no doubt, in her mind he was the savior of the gods! That would have to be dealt with later as she could hardly think from all the sensations that were coursing through her body! By the power of all! He was driving her to unbound passion she hadn’t known in centuries!

Ephus stopped at each nipple lavishing attention on each, watching them rise to his touch. Kissing lower he was dipping in her navel smiling as he heard he gasp out in pleasure. Finally lower, he crossed the threshold of her pubic bone drawing his tongue through her slit. Squealing Bast nearly came off the bed from the overwhelming feelings!

“For so long you have given me so much now, it is my turn my lovely Bast!” Ephus said as his tongue flicked her clit as she nearly rose off the bed again!

“Ephus!” She screamed as she tried to avoid his tongue her orgasm ripping through her.

Smiling even bigger at her pleasure Ephus dove down further levent escort into her sex. The gasps and panting he heard issuing from the throat of Bast let him know he was on the right track. Then he thrust his tongue into her eliciting another gasp as she started to convulse with her second orgasm.

“Ephus!” Bast was screaming as her body was flopping around on the bed. Ephus was doing his best to hold her as she was far stronger than he thought. “Bast needs!” As she tried to lift him up from her exposed sex. “Take Bast now!” Ephus smiled more as Bast’s voice was almost a roar as she was tugging as hard as she could.

Moving up Ephus started to kiss Bast’s lips offering her a taste of herself. Ephus moved into position and suddenly thrust forward filling Bast’s sex. “Yes!” Bast hissed as Ephus started to move within her. “Finally Bast be complete!” Trying his best to make the feeling last Ephus knew that wasn’t going to be possible. Bast was moving far too much for him to last very long at all.

“I am sorry Bast,” Ephus said as he began to thrust harder feeling the familiar feeling within his scrotum. “I can’t hold back my lovely Bast.”

“No, do not. Please give Bast all!” She said between pants. Ephus could feel his seed as it started to flood Bast and her womb. Screaming again into her third orgasm She wrapped her legs around him and refused to let go. “Yes! My Ephus! Fill Bast!”

Finally finished neither of them wanted to move. The after glow far too wonderful to even think getting up let alone moving.

Finally Ephus looked at Bast the look he saw there made him do a double take. Was that what he thought it was etched on her face? Shaking his head he somehow managed to drag his self from her embrace, though barely!

Sighing the man knew he was just imagining what he saw. She was after all a goddesses he was only the distant relative of a Greek demi-god. True he had some power but nothing like she and her sisters had, he was far out of his league.

“Bast be back soon husband, spread seed!” With that she was gone though he could swear that this time he could smell lilacs! He really needed to talk to the Doctor Markov again without her turning into a sex starved maniac again!

Picking up his cell he thought they could try again maybe this time she might have more information.

“Ring! Click. This is Doctor Markov’s office I’m not in at present leave a message and an number and I’ll get back with you as soon as possible.”” The recording at the other end said.

Taking a deep breath the man said, “Doctor we met yesterday. I had several things to show you. I am sorry that our meeting was cut short but…”

“I’m here, I thought you might never talk to me again.” Came the voice of the Doctor.

“I am still in need of help but I am afraid that more has happened since we met. I assume that there is no one else?” The man asked.

“No,” the doctor replied, “this is my cell I fired my assistant this morning. Do we need to have another meeting like yesterday before I come to the university?” Not really sure the Doctor was trying to give out as little information as possible.

“As I said more has happened that you need to be apprised of. If we could meet where we did yesterday morning I could give you more of what you wanted.” Ephus was hoping she was getting all the clues he was giving. He really didn’t want to run escort bayan into a hoard of sex crazed women.

“I think that should be fine though I think more precautions should be taken this time don’t you think?” The Doctor asked.

“Yes I think that would help in the long run. Ok see you later.” Hanging up Ephus knew he had maybe an hour before she would leave and another hour to head home. It would be almost that an hour for him to get there. He was just about to leave when his back door opened and his neighbor walked in.

“I am glad that you are here. I am in need of you bad!” With that she started to disrobe then moved to get him naked. Pushing him down she sank on him with a satisfied sigh. Within moments she was slamming her sex on him as hard and fast as she could go. “I was worried that you had forgotten the deal. You feel so damn good! Ugh! Please sir fill me with your seed!” Issuing an unladylike growl the man felt her tighten around him then his own orgasm start. Pumping her full she again sighed in satisfaction and got off him as he popped out of her.

Looking into her eyes he told her, “I need to change the deal. I will take you every other day each day is difficult now.” Ephus told.

“But…” she started.

“I mean it or do you wish to break the deal and not have me at all?” Ephus told her.

“No, no sir! Every other day will do as long as I can have you still!” Came the woman’s almost pleading voice. “I won’t forget and thank you sir for your consideration!” With that she left. Shaking his head he thought well at least that is more manageable. Ephus was about to get up when Maat appeared.

“Hello mortal. I have come for another sharing. We all felt what you just sent, all of us thank you. I,” here she waved her hand. “Need another time with you.” Waving her arm again she was shocked when the man didn’t move. Looking at her hand Maat was amazed when Ephus laid Maat down and began to kiss her all over her body.

“I know not what magic you are using but what you are doing is exquisite! Oh mortal! Do not stop!” Ephus had already reached her wet sex and was lapping his way through her lips.

“This time fair Maat you shall enjoy!” Ephus said as Maat began to shake with the onset of her orgasm. Quickly moving up Ephus drove into her in one thrust as Maat screamed out her pleasure.

“Never have I had a mortal take me in this way! It is more pleasurable than I remember. Do not stop!” Maat was yelling as her head began to thrash back and forth, her eyes rolling up, her breathing in short pants. The unmistakable feeling in his scrotum was building then he heard Maat scream again as he began to fill her with his seed.

Moments later Maat lay there catching her breath. “As I said mortal, I know not what magic you are using though I find it most appealing.” Waving her hand over him, a questioning look came to her face. “I feel no magic, I feel no power! how were you able to…, I must think on this more.” then she too was gone.

Quickly dressing the man tore out as fast as he could, no sense in being delayed longer by more of them.

Again parking on the other side of the block the man was almost to her house when a young woman bumped into him. “I’m sorry I wasn’t watch…” That’s when the man realized that his thick dark shade had moved from his eyes. He also thought he heard Hathor’s laugh. The woman started to take off her shirt but the man ikitelli escort stopped her.

“No not here. Come with me, do not undress ’til I tell you to.” Ephus told the entranced woman.

“Yes sir,” the young woman said.

Walking to the Doctor’s door it opened without him touching it. Hmmm handy he thought. Telling the woman to sit they both waited for half an hour. Soon enough the Doctor walked in the turned with a look of concern on her face.

“That’s my next door neighbor why is she…” The doctor started.

“She ran into me I think on purpose, I heard Hathor right after it happened.” He told her.

“So I take it they are helping you?” The Doctor asked.

“Oh yes, whether or not I want them to. I think you’ll want to see the new marks then I am going to have to do something about her.” Ephus told her.

Nodding the Doctor looked at the new marks on his chest, first Maat, then Tefnut, then Serket on the left finally Hathor. “Oh yes I forgot,” Ephus said as he turned and showed the marks of Mut on his back.

“My god!” The Doctor said as she touched each of the marks feeling them all pulsate as if they were alive. “You were even visited by Mut! The mother goddess!”

“I’m glad you are so fascinated but that’s not all I found out.” Ephus told her

“I’m all ears…” The Doctor started then stopped mid sentence. That’s when the man noticed that the Doctor had his shades in her hand and was staring right into his eyes. “I will be ready in a moment sir!” The doctor said as she also started to undress. The young woman quiet all this time had also removed her clothes and had already started on Ephus.

The young woman climbed on him and drove her tight hole all the way down the shaft of the man. Screaming out in pleasure the young woman began to bounce at an ever increasing rate her breathing coming in shorter gasps. Five minutes into it the man felt the familiar building in his scrotum then he was filling the willing woman ’til she was over flowing. Kissing the man she got off kissed the Doctor and watched as the Doctor climbed on.

With an almost wicked smile the Doctor began to drive her sex down on him. Screaming out her first orgasm only a moment later but never slowing. Still going the Doctor had a second a few minutes later again not slowing in the least.

Finally what seemed like half an hour Ephus felt his own orgasm building, Roaring out he felt his seed as it pumped and filled the Doctor to overflowing. Bending low the Doctor again kissed him then the young woman. Both got up and dressed as the man did also (wouldn’t do to be naked when the Doctor came out of it) Then sat.

The young woman kissed Ephus one last time then left, the doctor sat in a far chair and a moment later shook her head. Again as before the man saw that she realized that they had done the deed again and went running for her bathroom.

Sighing Ephus just sat there, with all of them watching him like a hawk he was going to have to be on his guard. It seemed as if at any moment they turned almost every woman near him into a raving sex fiend!

The Doctor came out a while later to again find the man almost asleep. “I’m sorry I am not used to anyone seeing me without clothes. I was embarrassed and felt unclean. I know they are only using you but I still feel used.”

Ephus nodded, “Doctor have you ever heard of someone named Epaphus?”

“Why yes, he was a Greek demi-god. It was rumored he was the son of Zeus and a human. It was also rumored that he was a king in Egypt. Though it hasn’t been completely confirmed. Any particular reason?” The Doctor asked confused.

“Yes,” Ephus replied. “According to Bast he was my ancestor.”

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CHAPTER 7 – RESCUE ATTEMPT.

Espin woke the next day, in the tent Drek had erected last night. It was spacious inside, with a comfortable bed of furs and pillows in the centre. The furs had managed to see more action in one night than most beds did in their lifetime.

Espin ached all over from the experiments of her new sized body last night. It worked WELL, and it had helped that Drek had been an accomplished lover. She touched herself between the legs and winced. She was tender and sore, they had overdone it. Her dreams were fitful again and she knew she had made the right decision in turning human. She dreaded speaking to Serenity though, but hoped she would understand.

Little did Espin know that Drek had stayed up long after she had gone to sleep and used his empathy powers to manipulate her emotions into thinking just that. He knew he just had to keep her convinced a little while longer for the change to become permanent. If he could preoccupy her for another day his master would be pleased. He even hoped they wouldn’t have to kill her, she would be very entertaining to have around.

Drek was fast asleep now, breathing heavily beside Espin. They were both naked and Espin was watching his muscular torso rise and fall. She slowly crawled out of bed, desperately needing a pee. She wasn’t overly pleased with the mechanics of human bodies. She had eaten more than she usually had, and had to use the toilet more than she would have as a nymph. It was very high maintenance. Nymphs usually only had to pee every couple of days and eat a little something once everyday. She was dreading how many times she would have to poo. That joy was yet to come, she thought.

She was cold too. That was another negative. Nymphs didn’t feel the cold like this. She’d need more clothes. She decided she would have to wear underwear too, which was a disappointment. She wrapped a fur around her and went outside.

There were some benefits of being human, the food for one. Some of the food Drek had given her last night was amazing, and she was sure she had nearly orgasmed when she tried chocolate profiteroles for the first time. She had doubled her chances of sexual satisfaction too, now she could have sex with men if she wanted. She was easily pleased.

She went outside and a shiver ran through her, the morning air cold and crisp. She squatted by a tree and sighed as she released her pee. Steam rose from the warm liquid. She finished up and went back inside to see Drek had woken from his sleep.

“Good morning,” he said. He smiled at her. Espin noticed his eyes trace over her body as she purposefully dropped the fur to reveal her nakedness. “That’s a good sight to wake up to.”

“Glad you like it,” Espin said. “Hopefully there’s some morning glory under those covers for me.”

“I’m surprised you can go again after what we got up to last night,” Drek said.

“i’m not sure my pussy can take much more,” Espin said truthfully. “But I heard there might be another hole we haven’t tried yet.” Drek’s eyes lit up, his cock started to harden at the thought.

“I think you should try it,” Drek said. “Ever had anything up there before?”

“My finger,” Espin replied, quite proudly. “Always wondered what something bigger felt like.”

“Well I would be glad to offer my services,” he replied.

“My hero,” Espin said smiling. “My big cocked hero.” Her hand went between her legs, already wet from the thought of what they were going to get up to. She teased her slit open.

“Show me what you do with your finger,” Drek instructed.

Espin smiled and turned. She stuck her pert ass out and widened her stance slightly. Drek could see how wet she was from where he lay. She sucked her juices off her finger and covered it in saliva. She reached around behind her and teased her asshole with the tip, wetting it and then wetting her finger again. This time she inserted the tip into her anus and moaned softly, then pushed it in further.

Drek watched for a bit as Espin slid her finger in and out of her asshole. Eventually he couldn’t take anymore, his cock raging hard under the furs. He crawled over to her and ran his hands up her legs, he gripped her narrow hips. He knelt behind her and leant forward, he kissed each one of her ass cheeks before running his tongue up the slot of her pussy. Espin groaned loudly and trembled in pleasure.

Drek continued up and helped Espin ease the finger out of her asshole. He watched it carefully as it popped out, her opening gaping slightly before closing tightly. Drek teased her asshole with his tongue, licking around the rim before pushing the tip in, then forcing it in deeper.

“That feels so good,” Espin moaned. She squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples gently. She pushed her hips back, forcing more pressure on her asshole. One hand went between her legs and she touched her clit, then started gently teasing herself.

Drek spat on her hole and then rubbed it in with his finger, pushing the tip in. He spat some more, using a second finger to apply kağıthane escort it and stretch her open some more. Espin winced slightly but the excitement made her want more.

“Relax,” Drek said. He slowly pushed his second finger in. Espin groaned as she felt him explore just inside her.

“I want you inside me,” Epson moaned. “In my asshole. Please put it in.”

Drek stood, himself desperate to give her anal. He tried to imagine how tight she would be. He stood behind her and took his cock in his hand. He spat on his other hand and slathered it over the shaft. He then lined it up, pressing his bulbous head against her opening. He pushed against her, stretching her slightly. Espin reached back and grabbed his hips.

“Slowly,” she said. It hurt, but she wanted it badly. She could feel it stretching her, trying to force its way inside her. Drek pushed forward and her anus widened around the tip.

“So fucking tight,” Drek said, pushing harder. He had hold of Espin’s bony hips, pulling him back onto him.

“Fuck,” Espin grimaced, it felt like she was going to split in two. She could feel she was close though. She pushed back harder. One final push.

The tent was filled with a mixed groan as Drek’s cock slid inside Espin, her legs nearly giving way in pain and pleasure, as the penis slowly filled her back passage.

“Oh fuck me,” she groaned. “That feels so fucking good.” She pushed back further and it entered her a bit more.

Drek started easing slowly in and out, trying to push in a bit more each time. Espin was moaning loudly now so he picked up the pace. She was so tight on his shaft, squeezing him, he knew he had to be careful or he would cum quickly.

Espin realised she had pushed some fingers into her cunt, she pulled them out and started rubbing her clit again. She was close to cumming already. Her fingers started working faster.

Drek was nearly half way inside her now, he pushed harder, wanting it deeper. He still held onto her hips.

“I’m cumming,” Espin suddenly groaned and started shaking. The pleasure too much to handle. She pushed her fingers back inside her, holding onto herself as her juices ran out. Small squirts hitting her palm.

Drek held onto her tightly, pulling him into her, his cock going deeper still inside her, as her asshole clenched on his cock. He pulled out of her quickly and spun her around as she shook. He forced her down onto her knees and she eagerly took him into her mouth, tasting the bitter scent of her ass. She forced him down her throat and then sucked him clean.

Drek pulled his cock out of her mouth and laid down on his back. “Lower yourself onto me,” he suggested. “See how deep you can take me.”

Her legs were weak but she stood over him, her slender legs widened and she lowered herself down, facing him. Espin positioned the tip of his cock against her anal opening and lowered herself down, using her weight to force him inside her. Drek placed his hands around her thin waist to steady her. She groaned loudly as it slid inside her tight hole.

Espin placed her hands on his solid abs as she slowly lifted herself up and down, forcing him deeper with each downward motion. He filled her asshole perfectly.

“So deep,” she groaned as her ass cheeks finally nestled on his lap. His cock filled her and she loved how it felt. She started grinding on his lap, the cock fucking her asshole. Drek started caressing her breasts and she moaned.

Espin continued to ride him for a while and then decided to change positions. She lifted herself up onto her feet, her legs opening wide, she leant back and put her hands on Drek’s thighs.

“Fuck me hard,” she pleaded.

“So fucking hot,” Drek said, as he stared. up at her stretched petite body. His cock looked so far inside her as he started to thrust up into her, his hands gripping and squeezing her thighs.

Espin started playing with her pussy as he fucked her, another orgasm growing. She pushed her fingers deep inside her, pushing up and rubbing hard.

Drek was struggling to control himself. The sight before him was too much, the tight asshole squeezing his shaft was unbelievable. He was on the edge.

“I’m going to cum,” Drek moaned. Pumping harder. He couldn’t, and didn’t want to stop himself.

“Me too,” Espin cried. “Fill my asshole with cum. Fill me up.”

As Drek ejaculated hard inside Espin’s anal passage, Espin screamed. She ripped her fingers out of her pussy and squirted slightly on Drek’s chest. Cum filled her up as she shook violently. For a brief moment Drek’s empathic powers failed him and Espin regained all her senses. This time she closed her mind and used her own powers to form a shield. It turned out he had been blocking those too. She managed all this as pleasure ripped through her body.

Her legs gave way and she slid down the shaft of Drek’s throbbing cock, forcing cum to squeeze out between the cock buried deep inside her and her opening. Her legs clenched together as she bayan escort istanbul spasmed on Drek’s lap, her eyes screwed shut.

Drek watched fascinated. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. He watched Espin collapse sideways off his lap and shake, cum running out of her gaping asshole in abundance.

They lay there for a bit, and after about ten minutes Drek was breathing heavily. Espin looked over to see him asleep again. She got up and pulled on her green skirt and green boob tube. She pulled her thigh high brown boots on. Her asshole throbbed from the anal, and cum still occasionally dribbled out of her and down the inside of her slender thighs. She felt satisfied, but also guilty. Now Serenity filled her head. She realised she had made a terrible mistake. She had to get outside and think.

She headed out of the tent and looked around. She was in the middle of nowhere. She could wait for Serenity and hope she could help, but Drek would be awake soon, and Espin didn’t know if she could stop him from manipulating her again. She had powers, but they were weakening, soon she imagined they would disappear.

“Your such a dumb cunt Espin,” she said to herself. She sat with her legs crossed on the grass, her skirt pushed down between her legs. She sat there for a while, feeling so helpless. Why did she constantly make bad decisions? Then a voice made her jump.

“Espin! Is that you? What’s happened?” Espin turned to the source of the voice. It was a nymph. The same nymph that had come and taken her to the Queen the morning before. The one with short blond hair. One of the queen’s guards. And she was panicking, a lot.

“Where’s Serenity?” Espin asked, alarmed by Serenity’s absence, and the frantic look on the nymphs face.

“She sent me to get you,” the nymph said. Too upset to think properly. “Her and Deilla asked me to find you. The village has been attacked. Why are you so big, so human? What’s going on? Why…the tent?” Her eyes took in the canvas structure.

“Hang on. One thing at a time,” Espin said, feeling that whatever was going on there was precious time being wasted “What’s your name?”

“My name is Sierra,” she said.

“Okay Sierra,” Espin said. “Take a deep breath and tell me what’s happened.” Espin tried her hardest to stay calm.

“He came last night,” Sierra said. “A tall blue demon.” Espin immediately thought assassin. “I don’t know who or what he is, but he was looking for you. Beryn went out to meet him, she said you weren’t there, that you had flown off yesterday.” A tear ran down her cheek. “He killed her. To make a point.”

Espin gasped. She had hated the old bag, but it still came as a shock. Every nymph life was sacred, no matter how much of a cunt you were.

“We attacked and fighting broke out,” Sierra continued. “I was sent off by Deilla and Serenity to get you. Please help Espin.”

Espin looked down at her new human body. “Bollocks,” she said. She had messed up slightly. “Give me a minute.” She stood up and smoothed down her skirt.

“Why are you human anyway?” Sierra said. “And who’s snoring in that tent?”

“Long story,” Espin said, walking toward the tent. She stuck her head inside. “DREK. GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!” The shout echoed through the woods. Her human body had given her a good set of lungs. Espin heard him rouse and then grumble. Espin walked back towards Sierra and heard Drek exit the tent.

“What’s the matter?” he asked sleepily. It was then he realised that Espin was shielding her emotions. He saw the Nymph and knew there was trouble. “Who’s that?” He nodded towards Sierra.

Sierra hid her shock well at the large cock dangling between his legs. She wondered what Espin had been up to. Part of her couldn’t blame her if she had been with him.

“You need to turn me back,” Espin said. “Now! We’ve had our fun and now my kind are in trouble.”

“Not your kind anymore,” said Drek. “You’re human. Forget about them, what have they ever done for you?”

Of course what he said had some truth to it, but none of that mattered now. Free of his spell, all she wanted to do was get back to Serenity.

“Save all that trying to convince me shit,” Espin said. “I need to go. Change me back, or else.”

“Stay with me,” Drek begged. “We’ll be good together. We can work for the master and he’ll repay us greatly. We’ll be important in his new world.” It was more than just pleasing his master now that he wanted her to stay.

“I couldn’t care less about your master,” Espin said. “Please,” she begged. She started to approach Drek. He bristled.

“It’s either come with me or die,” Drek said, his fists clenching. “What are you going to do anyway? You’re a puny human now.” He knew he had lost her. Shame, he thought, so pretty.

Espin was shocked about the threat and knew she had to react first. She was close to him now. She moved quickly and kicked him hard in his dangling testicles. He screamed in agony, but she did too, her foot exploding in pain, she staggered cihangir escort backwards. Stupid fucking body, she thought, falling back onto her ass.

Drek doubled over at the sudden pain between his legs. He recovered quickly though as the pain turned into a dull ache. He felt like he was going to vomit but ignored it.

Sierra went to move. “Get back,” Espin shouted at her and she froze.

Drek reached down and grabbed Espin hard, he squeezed her thin arm tight. She cried out in pain as he pulled her up and into him, holding her close.

“You’ll pay dearly for that nymph,” he spat.

“Let me go!” Espin screamed, his finger digging into her. She reached up with her right hand, her anger now uncontrollable and gripped his face, squeezing hard, digging her nails in. Her hand glowed red hot and melted the skin below it. Burning through multiple layers. Drek screamed in pain and released her, trying to get free, but Espin held on. There was a bright blue flash as she hit him with an impact incantation from point blank range. He flew backwards and slammed into a tree, knocking him out cold.

Espin glowed bright and her body went tight, her arms and legs outstretched. She started shrinking, wings growing from her back. Her own magic ripping free of its bonds. By the time Drek hit the floor, Espin, was a Sun Nymph again.

“Come on,” Espin said coolly to Sierra. “Let’s roll.” They started flying fast.

“Talk to me about what you know about this attacker?” Espin asked as they flew. Sierra told what she knew, which wasn’t very much. They flew fast and it took way too long to get there, at least in Espin’s mind anyway.

Espin arrived with Sierra and stopped outside the village to scout out the scene. Some of the village was in tatters, flattened buildings littered the streets. Espin and Sierra moved closer.

The village was situated in a thick wood and at the centre a large clearing where the village hall was situated. They headed to the open space stopping just at the tree line.

Espin surveyed the clearing and quickly took in the scene around her. She hid her shock at seeing Serenity in the cage in the middle, surrounded by all the other nymphs. A tall, thin, but muscular demon stood in the middle. He was a light shade of purple, his body covered in veins. Espin looked over at Sierra, she looked frightened.

“Sierra. You okay?” Espin asked.

“Yeah,” came the quiet reply from Sierra.

“Look at me,” Espin said. Sierra turned to Espin. “I need you to be clear headed. Are you going to be able to help me?”

Sierra shook her head clear. “Of course,” she said. She looked over at her kin in the cage. They needed her.

“Good,” Espin said. “I need you to free the others. Use whatever you need, just get them out and away. Wait until he’s occupied. I’ll sort out cock face. Got it?”

“Okay,” Sierra confirmed. “Just be careful, he’s fast.”

“You haven’t seen me yet,” Espin said, confidently, she didn’t quite feel it though. Espin flew out into the clearing to face the demon.

He saw Espin and smiled.

“You took your time,” he said. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you.”

“And you’re fucking ugly, but you don’t hear me complaining,” Espin taunted.

“ESPIN RUN!” Serenity shouted.

Espin stayed quiet. Her mind worked rapidly, taking in the scene around her. She winked at Serenity who was clinging to the bars.

“It’s okay Red,” she finally said.

“My name is Sygnag,” he said. “Give yourself over to me and I’ll save your kind.”

“Or you let them go, and I won’t kick your ass,” Espin said. Seeing Serenity in the cage had her blood boiling.

Sygnag laughed. “You won’t stand a chance,” he said. “Look at the size of you, I will crush you like a bug.” He had been warned not to be entranced by her beauty, but he wasn’t impressed. She was too human looking and too pale. No meat on her either.

“Size isn’t everything honey,” Espin replied. “Isn’t that what mummy used to tell you when you failed to satisfy her.” Espin calculated his next move. Taunting him wasn’t necessarily wise, but she couldn’t help it.

Sygnag growled and spun his staff at the cage, meaning to rattle it. Espin moved her hands and changed its direction. It swung across the top. Sygnag followed through too hard, put off balance and fell onto his side.

“Oops,” Espin said, suppressing laughter. “Who sent you?”

Sygnag got up angrily. “The Master sent me,” he grumbled. He hadn’t been expecting this kind of trouble from the Nymph. His master had said to be careful as little was known of sun nymphs, their powers stuff of legends, but Sygnag had been sceptical, and wasn’t he himself a great warrior, he thought. He never considered this a difficult mission, and still didn’t now. He had just been sloppy.

“The Master!” Espin giggled, but concern crept in. Drek had mentioned this Master too. He seemed to have a real hard on for her, she thought. “Is he your dominatrix. I’ve never been into that myself.”

“Careful who you dishonour nymph,” Sygnag replied. “The Master is the most powerful being to have ever graced the underworld. It is time for his rising. He shall come soon and all shall burn. All shall be consumed for his Earth. His dominion. All who stand in his way shall burn first. Nothing shall stop the end of days as we know”

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Before Cornelius knew it sunlight was pouring into his tent and slowly he began to stir. His eyes blinking open as he began to look around the tent, he stretched, and felt his jaw ache, reminding him of what they had done last night. “It wasn’t a dream then,” he thought to himself. He heard movement outside the tent they had shared. Someone was approaching, and he instinctively moved to cover himself as Hareleth re-entered the tent. The large orc guard smiled as she approached Cornelius and was soon kneeling beside him. She had a sack bundled under her arm and she began to rummage through it.

“You’re awake, good,” Hareleth said as she quickly pulled out a water skin and cloth and passed them both to Cornelius. “Here, drink this, and clean yourself up. I don’t imagine you want the driver to know what we were up to.” Hareleth chuckled. Cornelius blushed as he realised he was still covered with the stains of last night, and looked away, shy, as he cleaned himself up. He sipped at the water before sitting up, and all the while Hareleth stayed close by watching over him and running a surprisingly gentle hand through his hair. “Again, you did really well last night,” she said reassuringly, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. “I can’t wait to see how you’ll do tonight.”

“Tonight?” Cornelius asked with wide eyes.

“Aye, I have to keep teaching you after all, and we should make it to Red Point tonight. You know a proper town with a proper bed. Just imagine the possibilities.” Hareleth answered as she rose off the ground and stood over Cornelius. “So come on my Lord, your Mistress needs you nice and dressed so when can hit the road.” Hareleth was quick to leave after that and before he knew it Cornelius found himself getting up to follow her. He felt refreshed, and reassured, surprised at Hareleth’s kindness. ‘How can such a woman be so sweet yet so intimidating?’ he thought to himself as he threw on his britches, tunic and overcoat. All he knew was he had loved every moment of last night, and couldn’t wait to taste her wet cunt again, and maybe even feel her on his cock? Forcing himself to refrain from having those thoughts, he moved to join Hareleth and the driver outside.

From the looks of it, the Driver had been busy this morning preparing the carriage, and as Cornelius got out of the tent Hareleth made quick work of getting it down and packed away. Everything was happening so quick, rather too quickly for his taste, but after the driver passed him some hardtack he was ushered to his seat in the carriage to await the final preparations. Hareleth joined him soon enough and the carriage rolled off quickly as Hareleth began to get comfortable sitting next to Cornelius.

As they continued to roll through the deeply forested countryside Cornelius occasionally found himself staring at Hareleth, imagining the body beneath her armor with each bounce and before he knew it he could feel his cock begin to harden. It was exhilarating to think of Hareleth and what she had said that morning. What would they get up to tonight? Would he finally cross a line he had never crossed before he thought to himself, as he continued to look at Hareleth’s armored chest and thick thighs. The nobles peeping though had not gone unnoticed and for her part, Hareleth smirked as she looked down at Cornelius and saw the want in his eye and the eager cock that was growing in his pants.

“Somebody sure is excited.” She teased out, her hand moving to rest on Cornelius’s knee. “Are you imagining what I’m going to do to you tonight? Answer truthfully.”

“I… Yes…” Cornelius squirmed a bit as his cock properly hardened in his pants now. He was desperate and Hareleth knew it, the orcs muscular hand moving towards Cornelius’s inner thigh, sending a shiver through him, as she looked him in the eye.

“Yes, what?” She asked, her face serious as she slid her hand over the bulge in Cornelius’s pants.

“Yes, Mistress.” He gasped out as he felt his cock strain harder against her hand. He was so sensitive to her touch, even after already having cum last night.

“Good boy, now tell me what you were thinking about that got you so excited?” Hareleth was gently rubbing Cornelius’s cock now the fabric of his pants only slightly numbing the sensation and as she did so.

“Well, uh, mmm, I was thinking how enticing it would be to get to know you, uh, more intimately.” Cornelius was slow to speak up as he felt his mind taken over by the pleasure, but still, he tried to keep his decorum. Nobles were not supposed to say such things he thought, even as Hareleth continued to rub and tease his cock. Somehow the thought made him even more excited.

“You mean you were thinking about fucking me? You can say it you know, I don’t mind. Do you think I should let you fuck my tight cunt?” Cornelius broke at this his heart now racing as Hareleth moved her hand under his waistband and began to stroke his cock in earnest.

“Yes Mistress, I do.” He moaned bağcılar escort out as he felt her rough fingers brush against the head of his cock.

“Mmm, are you sure, you don’t sound like you really want it to me.” Hareleth teased as she stopped rubbing his cock and looked at him for a moment letting the carriage roll on as she did.

“Oh yes Mistress, I do.” Cornelius began to plead his voice desperate as he could feel his cock ache with need.

“How much do you want it?” Hareleth teased, her fingers gently brushing against Cornelius’s cock again as she asked.

“I really want it, Mistress, I want to feel you, to see your body again, please. I want you to… to fuck me” he gasped, shocked at the words that were coming out of his mouth.

“That’s better. Are you willing to do anything for it?” Hareleth asked again, her hand wrapped tightly around his cock as she leaned in closer. The young noble was able to feel her hot breath against his neck as she stroked him.

“Yes, Mistress, please…I’ll do anything.” Cornelius blurted out a bead of pre-cum dripping off his cock as Hareleth bit his neck, the sharp pain followed by a gentle kiss. He knew that would leave a mark and blushed at the thought.

“Good, I’ll be sure to remember that tonight, and I want you to remember that you did say anything.” As she finished speaking she quickly moved her hand away from Cornelius’s cock and began to look out the window again, leaving her lord hard and desperate as she turned her attention elsewhere. For the rest of the day’s journey Cornelius would find himself looking over at her and got nothing in response except the occasional glance and smirk. He wasn’t sure whether or not he hated or loved the teasing, but in the end, he certainly managed to live with it as trees eventually passed and turned into small farms outside the window until finally, the carriage stopped in what Cornelius assumed was Red Point.

The town, he thought, was pretty similar to the one near his father’s estate except for a large red-roofed building in the center of town. As Cornelius looked out he could see elves, dwarves, and other travelers walking and talking with one another in the street. Several shops lined the road, he leaned out the window, taking in the sights. Eventually, the carriage pulled up outside of the large red-roofed building. The driver hopped down and opened the small wooden door.

“Welcome to Red Point my Lord, largest traveling spot in the Grey Timber Land. This here is the Red Roof Tavern, probably the largest establishment we’ll pass on our journey so I suggest you make use of what amenities you can while we’re here.” The driver announced, gesturing to the two-story red-roofed building behind him. Cornelius was quick to nod and follow along as he stepped outside the carriage and into the town. Hareleth followed after him soon enough as the Driver moved to put the horses away near the Red Roof Tavern’s stalls.

“I’m going to go shopping, get us a room, and wait there for me okay. Naked. Be ready for me.” Hareleth whispered into Cornelius’s ear as the Driver left them alone. She gently bit his ear as she did so and Cornelius felt his heart begin to race. Hareleth smiled, and walked away and he couldn’t help but watch her hips sway as she made her way to the shops they had passed. He was left entranced for a moment before turning and walking towards the inn, making his way past the full and vibrant drinking room as he approached the barkeep. Like outside there were traveler’s of all types here as well as some people he had never seen. Notably, there seemed to be a few Dragonborn knights sitting and drinking at one side of the room while at the bar itself a tiefling man sat in deep conversation with the half-elf beside him. Making his way to the other side of the tiefling, Cornelius patiently waited to get the barkeep’s attention, and as he finally got close the young noble did his best to wave him over.

“Uh, excuse me, good sir, may I have a room for the night.” Cornelius piped up, drawing the barkeep’s attention for a moment as he grabbed a red bottle off the bar behind him.

“I’ll be with you in a moment my lord, just got to finish helping some other patrons first.” The barkeep assured him, before walking off.

For a moment Cornelius sat there and looked at his surroundings again before realizing that the tiefling man he had sat beside was now looking at him with piercing yellow eyes. Cornelius shyly looked him up and down, taking in his dark red skin, blood red horns and defined muscles. He was hardly taller than him, despite his strength, Cornelius noted, with a hint of smugness. It was clear that like Hareleth, he had lived a hard life. A sword dangled at his hip, and a scratched up half-plate rested under his tattered brown cloak.

“You sure are a sight for sore eyes.” The tiefling man said with a twisting smile before taking a swig from his drink. “I’m Ishvan, istanbul bayan escort sometimes I go by other names, but I wanted you to know whose name you’ll be screaming tonight.”

“Um, excuse me?” Cornelius looked the man over again with wide eyes, taken aback at his confidence.

“Oh,” Ishvan chuckled before grabbing his drink again. “Sorry, I just got the feeling that would be something you were into. Was I wrong? All apologies if I was, but your body just seemed to be crying out to me that you were tired and in need of a good bedding.”

“I… uh…” Cornelius could feel his cheeks growing red now. Was he attracted to this man he thought? Did he look that desperate? What would Hareleth say?

“Shhh. There’s no need to explain it. I’ll be here all night unless I find someone I connect with so by all means get your room and rest. If you find yourself horny in bed and feeling lonely, you’ll know where to find me.” With a wink, Ishvan left and began looking around the rest of the people drinking. He eventually made his way over to a woman who seemed very uninterested in his advances. Cornelius wanted to watch, to see who this stranger would talk to next but attention was drawn elsewhere as the barkeep came back up to the young noble again.

“Sorry for the wait sir, been a busy evening. You wanted a room though yes?” Soon enough, Cornelius was given the key to his room and left the bar to head upstairs. For a brief moment, Cornelius stopped to look around to see where Ishvan had ended up, but the drinking room had only grown more crowded. He made his way up to his room, taking a quick look round as he stepped inside. It was plain compared to what he was used to, but it would do. He hoped Hareleth would be pleased as he took in the light blue bed. A table with scrolls and a quill for writing was next to the bed, and he quickly wrote a small note for Hareleth, pinning it to the door.

Cornelius began to follow her instructions, stripping all his clothes off and leaving them in a neat pile on a nearby chair. He could see his bare body on display in a nearby mirror and saw his cock harden as he imagined all the things she would do to him. He lay down, his cock sticking up embarrassingly as he waited for her.

As time passed, he grew more and more desperate, the hardness in his cock refusing to go away. He couldn’t help but wrap his hand around it, desperate to relieve the ache, but then stopped himself. Hareleth had told him to wait, and wait he did.

Eventually, as evening began to settle, the door to the inn room opened and Hareleth entered. He sighed in relief, watching as she stopped, smiling as she looked him up and down. Then she moved further into the room, he stood up and moved eagerly towards her.

“You did really well,” Hareleth assured him, her hands moving to the straps of her armor as she stopped in front of him. Cornelius was lost for words as he looked at her, and while he stood there naked his cock was crying out for her attention.

“Are you still willing to do anything to fuck me?” She whispered in Cornelius’s ear her breastplate falling off her and onto the ground as she teased him.

“Yes, Mistress.” Was all Cornelius could get out, his hand moving to touch Hareleth’s hip before she batted it away.

“Good,” Hareleth said as she stripped off more of her armor until she was left in nothing but her near skin-tight underclothes. “You can come in now.”

Cornelius barely had a second to register her words as Ishvan strutted into the room. The roguish tiefling smirked as he got a good view of Cornelius’ naked body, and of Hareleth taking off her shirt.

“Now this is a surprise,” he said, his smile flashing his sharp teeth as he looked at Cornelius’s cock. Cornelius was stunned speechless as Ishvan shut the door behind him.

“Oh, was this not what you were expecting?” Hareleth asked, her pants now sliding down her legs. “I was thinking it would be hot to see how far you were willing to go for me, and I met this man downstairs and he was more than willing to help.”

“I was, and I didn’t even know that it was you who I was going to get to see tonight,” Ishvan said, beginning to undo his belt and walking towards the two. Cornelius’s heart thundered in his chest as he stood next to the two warriors. “Now did you want to tell him what you had in mind or shall I Hare?” Ishvan asked as he looked over at Hareleth.

“I think I can,” Hareleth said as she brushed a hand over Cornelius’s waist and smiled, her strong hands holding him steady as she looked him up and down. “I want you to suck his cock.” Hareleth said while looking deep into Cornelius’s eyes. “I want you to get on your knees and take all of his cock down your throat.” Cornelius gasped as he looked over at Ishvan. The tiefling slipped his pants off, revealing a quickly hardening red cock. He was bigger than him, Cornelius noted, and he felt his own cock twitch as he imagined taking his florya escort length.

“Do you think you can handle that? It’s okay if you can’t but if not I did promise him that I would fuck him instead.” Hareleth’s words brought Cornelius’s attention back to her as he looked into her eyes again. Could he really do it? With a moment of hesitation, he nodded looking between Hareleth and Ishvan as he still stood naked in front of them. He couldn’t believe what he was agreeing to. But the need to fuck Hareleth, to feel her, was too strong.

“I’m going to need you to say it. I want to make sure I’m not forcing you into anything you don’t want.” Hareleth insisted as she moved her hand up to cup Cornelius’s cheek, gently kissing him.

“Yes, Mistress, I’ll suck his cock.” Cornelius whispered, much to Ishvan’s delight as he moved his hand down, stroking his cock to full hardness.

“Then you know what to do.” Hareleth purred, as she gently nudged Cornelius forward. He dropped to his knees, with only a moment of hesitation, and Ishvan moved closer to him. Hareleth lounged on the bed behind them, a hand wandering down in between her legs as she watched the two men.

Cornelius looked up, taking in the hard red cock in front of his face, and felt a hand wander through his blonde hair. Ishvan smiled mischievously as he pulled Cornelius’ head closer, so his cock was resting on the young noble’s lips.

With a deep breath, Cornelius began to lean forward, slowly parting his lips as his tongue left his mouth and began gently moving up the tip of Ishvan’s cock. It was softer than he expected, with a slightly salty taste.

“Not a bad start.” Ishvan gently moaned as he continued to rub Cornelius’s hair through his fingers, gently pulling on it. Cornelius moved forward, tasting his first cock. He could taste the slightly bitter taste of precum, as the hot, thick cock filled his mouth. This was so strange, but Cornelius felt himself wanting more. He tried to focus on what would feel good to him, as he began to suck and lick at the head of his cock, too scared to take any more.

Ishvan grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer, forcing him to take more of his length. Cornelius was surprised, but then grew more confident as he settled into a rhythm. The tip of the tiefling’s cock slowly pushed against the back of Cornelius’s throat as he could feel his cock twitching. The sounds of Ishvan moans, and Cornelius’ eager sucking filled the room, and were soon joined by Hareleth’s moans as she played with her wet, eager cunt, using two fingers to push inside herself and rub her clit. She watched eagerly as her ward serviced the other man.

“Do you think you’re ready for more?” Ishvan asked gently as he looked down at the young man sucking his cock. More? Cornelius thought to himself as he began to move his head off to answer but was instead held there in place. “Just stay like that and relax your throat,” Ishvan assured him as he moved his other hand to Cornelius’s head. Cornelius did his best to relax, as the tiefling forced his cock further down his throat, making him gag. His virgin mouth was filled with the taste of cock, he could barely breathe, and he struggled to move away. But his head was held in place by Ishvans strong hands, and then, just when he felt he couldn’t take anymore, Ishvan pushed him off his cock.

“Good slut,” Ishvan whispered, before forcing his cock down his throat again. Cornelius looked up at the older man with wide eyes, as his throat was fucked over and over again. He did his best to suck and lick his cock, wanting to please him. He couldn’t help but gag every time the cock hit the back of his throat, felt tears running down his face, but he enjoyed the feeling of being used. What had he become?

His own cock ached with need, dripping onto the floor. Ishvan’s thrusts grew more eager, his moans louder, his breathing more ragged. He heard moaning behind him as Hareleth continued to fuck herself with her fingers, watching him be dominated by the tiefling through narrowed eyes.

“Get over here,” Ishvan growled. “I’m gonna cum, I wanna paint you both.”

Surprisingly, Hareleth moved to kneel beside Cornelius, still managing to dwarf him. She smiled as she watched Ishvan fuck his throat, his thrusts growing faster until he pulled away suddenly. Cornelius gasped for breath as Hareleth gently cupped his chin, holding his face up. Ishvan let out a growl as he covered them both in his hot cum, coating Hareleth’s heavy breasts, her scarred and stern face and Cornelius’ mouth. His cock twitched as his mouth was filled with his first taste of cum. He swallowed it all.

“Fuck.” Was all Ishvan could get out as his cock slowly began to soften. Cornelius could still feel the hot cum dripping down his face now and as he looked at Hareleth she ran a finger over her face, before popping it into her mouth. She was beautiful Cornelius thought and as she finished putting every last drop in her mouth she smiled and swallowed while making sure to look him in the eye the entire time.

“You’ve been a good boy, you know that right?” Hareleth purred, as she moved her hand to his aching cock. “And I believe I promised I’d let you fuck me if you sucked this strange man’s cock right?”

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(A.N) This story is my first composition—ever!— and it is not short. It has a plot and purpose that I hope you all enjoy. This is the first part of coming stories in a series called Touched By Divinity.

Please remember that this story was written purely for pleasure and is in no way meant to insult Anyone.

Thank you for reading!!

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Egypt, 2344 BC

When Isali listened to the old words, the stories, the myths of her gods, she listened most carefully to those pertaining to her favorite god; Ra. For one reason entirely… she was in love with him.

Not the idea of him. Not the fact that he was the most lethal, most feared, and adored god of her people. Not the spirit and belief of him.

Isali loved Him. Ra, the god, the man.

Isali had first discovered the god’s existence by accident. She’d been trailing along the Nile several hundred miles away from the Pharaoh Amos’s egypt when she’d noticed something odd reflecting off of the surface of water. Something that caused her to glance up.

And what she’d found made her gasp.

The sun, once a ball of blazing oranges and yellows had turned a color she’d only seen in the clouds. And the clouds had darkened as if a tempest was imminent. Fazed because it’d been like nothing she’d ever seen before, Isali—for a reason only known to her—kept her gaze locked with the ivory sun. She sucked in a breath of air when that sun exploded in a burst of sparkling lights. She blinked and missed the something that fell to the earth.

“Do you yearn for me often, Mortal?”

Isali jumped at the sound of that voice. It came from behind. She spun around—and slammed into a hard wall of muscle. Bare muscle, she realized when she brought her hands up to push at it. They landed on hot, hot skin. Her eyes burst open.

“Well?” The undeniably male—with a god-like build—seemed unfazed by the closeness of their bodies, her hands on his rigid chest. His eyes, much like her own, chocolate and milk, darkened with lust. A smile appeared on his face and his own hands landed on her waist, gripping. “I’ve seen your dreams of desires and pleasure.”

Isali knew exactly which dreams he was referring to. The question in her mind however… “Who are you?” She stepped away from him, smoothed her damp hands down her tunic covered knees.

“You do not recognize the Sun God you claim to love?” His dark brows pulled together at the center. “Perhaps you are disillusioned by my appearance, no?”

Isali felt the air lock in her chest, her heart flutter, felt as though she was a child who’d just received her very first nameday gift. “Ra,” she whispered in disbelief. “The depictions were wrong.” His head was nothing like that of a hawk and from what she could see, he was man in every way possible.

Once again she felt the heat of his hands on her waist and then she was standing so aksaray escort close to him there was no room between for air. “Very wrong, Isali.”

“How do you know my name?”

“I know everything about you,” he said matter-of-factly. His eyes, potent with so many various shades of gold narrowed on hers. “Just as you know everything about me.”

Not everything apparently. “Why are you here?” As much as she reveled to drink in the sight of him, to feel his closeness, Isali knew no god descended without purpose. The last had painted the sky red with the blood of many of her people; her culture was near extinction.

“I bring no destruction. Not today.” Said Ra, as if he’d heard her thoughts. “Although I’ve descended with purpose.”

And that quickly, his mouth was on hers, fingers gripping her chin to angle hers just as he liked. Isali moaned when his wet tongue licked across her lower lip and his teeth clamped down. Her own arms went to his neck where she clutched at the jagged strands of his dark hair. When he finally ended the contact, Isali was breathless.

“Ahh, my sweet, sweet Ali.”

She ignored the new nickname, mimicked his arrogant smile, and said, “You’re attractively skilled at that.”

“My mouth can do so much more, little dove.” He kissed her forehead, her eyes, nose, cheeks, and mouth. “You called to me to take you away from this place, in you slumber, you called to me.”

“Yes,” she answered, lost in his otherworldly eyes.

“I will take you above. Higher than the clouds. High enough for you to touch the stars. Would you like that?”

“Yes.”

Gently, he smoothed his hands down her body and stopped at her bottom the same pregnant moment large wings as striking as his eyes extended from behind him. Each wing flared out on either side of him, each feather as heavy and dark as the next. Yes, the depictions had gotten him very wrong. The wings were pretty, beautiful even, and Isali could not stop herself from reaching a hand toward them any more than she could stop breathing.

They were softer than she expected, as hot as his body. The hands on her bottom pulled and forced her legs apart to accommodate his waist. With her legs spread so subserviently around him, she felt the hot throbbing meat between her thighs and muffled a moan.

“Is this not wrong, my light?” she asked, using the same endearment she’d used a thousand times in her dreams. “Am I not condemning my soul to the underworld? To Osiris?”

“I am more than Him.” Was all the god said. Holding her tightly, his wings moved and Isali felt the air push against her, felt rippling muscle take her to the skies. “I am the God of all Gods. And you—” he captured her lips in a kiss that was all passion and need and lust. “—You will be my Goddess. My consort who will stand beside me for all eternity.”

Isali bayan escort lost herself in his words, kissed him for all she was worth, and thanked the Creator for Everything. If this was a dream…then this was the best dream she’d ever constructed. And if it wasn’t…? Well… The heat between her thighs answered that quickly.

Ra, his manhood hard with desire, rubbed himself earnestly against her. His Ali. He’d had her in her slumber, many times, in this very position, drilling his cock into her until the only word that escaped her pretty lips was his name. Over and over again. Now he’d have her in the flesh. The thought excited him beyond what he thought possible and when his Ali moaned; he used a sharp claw to cut away the straps of emerald fabric connecting over her shoulders, exposing to him, her breasts.

He smiled, flexing his wings to take them higher as he lowered his mouth to her neck, pulling her breasts toward him. She shuddered when her stiff nipples brushed his own and moaned when he thrust his hips forward, using the head of his cock to tease the slick areas within her swollen nether lips. He groaned bringing his wings to a sudden halt.

Around them the air was slim, clouds danced beneath them, billowing out like an endless blanket of white fur. “I’m going to take you. Here and Now, my Ali.” The woman who’d infiltrated his intimate dream-realm, who’d claimed him as her own moaned. Loud. And threw her head back, allowing him full access.

Ra wasted no time and devoured every inch of skin his mouth could reach. He kept the movement of his hips slow and sensuous. Of all Gods it was Ra would could best please a woman and this instant was no exception. This instant was more. He kissed her collarbone, slithered his hands up to the underside of her breasts, her legs still locked around his waist. His thumbs moved first, rubbing over her protruding nipples.

Isali moaned. “Ra?” Hands pulling at his hair. “I am below you. It is known.”

The Sun God stopped, “You, my Ali, will never be below me.” He cupped her breast with his right hand, both hard and gentle. With his left he cut through the only fabric separating them, and allowed the white cloth to fall through the clouds. “I will take you as my goddess, my mate. I will rain fire for you. Anything. Everything.”

His free hand positioned his cock at the hot entrance of her body. One quick thrust and he was completely sheathed inside of her. Ali went stagnant against him and she buried her face into his neck. Her hair smelled of sweet, sweet roses unfound in the lands of Egypt. He wondered how?

“You’re so big.” A roll of her hips. A single command, “Move!”

Ra flexed his wings until she was beneath him, atop of a bed of furry whites. He kissed her mouth, full, his tongue darting through her lips to battle with hers. Her hands caressed çağlayan escort over his back sending jolts of electricity to his toes, even the tips of his wings.

He withdrew his cock from a her tight heat, until he was almost out—and thrust back into her again. And again. And again. She moaned, clawed at his back, surely drawing blood. He smiled against her mouth, “You cannot hurt me.” His cock pushed deeper. “Harder.”

Isali sucked in a breath of air, her womanhood stretching. “Ohhh,” she moaned, clawing at the rigid muscles in her hands. Her heart, her insides, her everything pulsed in a rage of ecstasy. Above her he grunted, his breath heavy over her neck, and lower, to her breasts where he sucked and bit and licked and teased. “My God.”

“Do you like that?” he asked. His hand was now on her sex rubbing at the nub of sensations. His cock throbbing, in and out. Harder. Faster.

“Ahhhh… Hmmm… Yes…” She answered, and it was more of a cry than coherent words. She met him thrust for thrust, pushed up when he impelled down. “Ohhhhh, Yes. Yeeeesss! Ra!!!” Her breathing was ragged and her moans soon turned into screams that echoed around them.

She clenched her inner muscles, feeling her core release her sweet nectar over his rock-hard cock. His hands wandered to her hips and he angled her a little to the left before pounding into her with unrelenting force. She felt him at the pit of her stomach, touching places within she’d not known existed. She cried out again, biting down on his sweat-slicked shoulder—and felt him tense, throb, and fill her with his divine seed.

“Ahhh, my sweet, sweet Ali.” He kissed the corners of her mouth. “Mine.” His cock, still hard even though he’d flooded her womanhood with so much of his seed it dripped out onto her thighs, he moved slowly this time. And every movement caused her to gasp, to groan, to scream.

One word.

His name.

This union was deliberate, as love-making should be. Ra captured her lips, settled a hand in her midnight hair, and poured all his lust and desire into her with each push forward. She was constantly moaning, was now marking his chest with those mother-cat claws of hers. And the Sun God relished in it. The sounds she was making were the most beautiful sounds he’d ever heard.

“Come for me, little dove.” His cock, drilling into her leisurely was touching her spot, the one he knew would give the most pleasure. Her special spot untouched by anyone but him. He could tell by the way her screams echoed louder and her eyes shot open in surprise. He hit that spot again. Twice. Three. Four. Five. And on the sixth, the walls of her womanhood clamped down on his cock so tightly she swallowed him whole.

And Ra could not hold on any longer.

Isali was smiling, the corners of her mouth reaching her ears. She felt him slip out of her but she didn’t mind, she was euphoric, had been claimed on the most primitive of levels, had been made to feel like a goddess as he’d promised her.

“I must return you, my sweet Ali.” He said as he took them upright. “And tomorrow I shall claim you again…as my Queen.”

TO BE CONTINUED 😀

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