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“What do you mean that might not be true for much longer?” Ethan asked.

“As in, your physical body has barely any traces of being human left in it. Your soul is still very much intact though, so I wouldn’t worry too much,” Vex replied.

“Wouldn’t worry? You just told me I’m not going to be human much longer, that’s slightly concerning!”

“Your body isn’t going to be human anymore, your mind and soul still will be though and they’re what counts. Your body is just a vehicle that carries the important things around.”

“So I’ll still be me?” Ethan asked, calming down slightly.

“Yes, besides a demon body has a lot of advantages over a human one. It’s much more durable, it won’t get sick and oh did I mention we don’t age?”

“Wait, so I’m immortal?”

“If you’re like the rest of us yes. Although I don’t know what having a soul will mean for you.”

“Leave me alone for a while, I need to think,” Ethan ordered.

“As you wish,” Vex replied, climbing up off the bed and leaving the room. Ethan laid back, his mind racing. Every time he thought he was getting used to this magic stuff, it threw a new curve ball at him.

The others began to worry. Ethan stayed in his room for days, ordering everyone to stay out and leave food at the door. Vex was the most worried, she hadn’t just sensed that he was becoming a demon, but she had sensed something else in him, something she couldn’t quite place.

It was over a week before Ethan emerged from his room. He felt strong, powerful and unstoppable. He had struggled with the idea of no longer being human, but then realised he was being stupid. Humans were weak, pathetic things that died easily. No, being a demon was better. A strong body that would never sicken, wither or die, that was what he deserved. It only made sense, if he was given this power, he should have a body that matched it.

Ethan walked out into his garden, looking over the grounds. It was big, but he wanted bigger. He circled the house, smiling at two guards who were walking the perimeter. He found Izzy relaxing by the pool. Just the person he wanted to see. Without a word he walked over to her.

“Oh Ethan good we were worr-” she began, being cut off as Ethan shoved his cock into her open mouth. She didn’t resist and instantly began to suck his cock, running her tongue around the head. That wasn’t what Ethan wanted though. He grabbed her head, focusing his magic into her allowing her to change her body. Suddenly he shoved forward, ramming the entire length of his cock down her throat which was now stretchy enough to take such a forceful intrustion.

Izzy grabbed his legs, holding on tightly as he began to fuck her face. Her eyes watered, but she ignored it as Ethan pounded her mouth. After over a minute, her vision began to swim and she fought the urge to panic. Ethan felt her grab his legs tighter and pulled back. Izzy gasped for breath, the air feeling like bliss as it filled her lungs. She only got a couple of breaths before Ethan impaled himself down her throat once again.

As her vision began to swim again, Ethan picked up the pace. His balls slapped her chin forcefully, almost hard enough to hurt as she fought to stay conscious. Ethan groaned and she felt his cock swell in her throat as he began to empty his load into her stomach. Darkness descended over her eyes and she felt her body growing heavy when Ethan finally pulled out. She coughed and spluttered as she struggled to breath and she collapsed back into her seat.

“Ah, just what I needed,” Ethan sighed, falling down into the empty sun lounger next to her.

“I’m *cough* I’m glad you’re feeling better” Izzy croaked.

“I am. I’ve realised I don’t need to be the meek, passive guy I used to be. I’m powerful, I should use that power to get what I want. Don’t you agree?” Ethan asked.

“If that is what you want then you should,” Izzy replied.

“What I want… That reminds me, I need some work doing on the house. I want to knock the wall out between my bedroom and the one next door, then I want some modifications made inside. I need you to organise that for me,” He ordered.

“Of course,” Izzy answered. Ethan explained what he wanted and Izzy took notes. She quickly went to make some phone calls and Ethan sunbathed by the pool.

Izzy returned a little while later and found Ethan laid on the sun lounger with Anna riding his cock. She stood and waited, not wanting to interrupt when Ethan stopped her. He gestured her over.

“Made the arrangements?” He asked as if he wasn’t in the middle of having sex.

“I have. I have a full list of costs for you if you want to hear them?” Izzy asked. Ethan wasn’t really that interested, but he had a fun idea in mind.

“I do. Go on,” he replied. Izzy began breaking down the costs. When she came to the first price, she avoided the word dollars.

“Sorry how much?” Ethan asked.

“Seven thousand,” Izzy replied.

“Seven thousand what?” Ethan pushed. Izzy knew what he üsküdar escort was doing and knew she wouldn’t get out of it. She braced herself and took a deep breath.

“Seven thousand dollars,” she said before her legs shook. She moaned as her pussy clenched and fluids ran down her leg. She focused on just staying standing as her orgasm washed over her.

“Ah, that’s not so bad,” Ethan replied, ignoring her plight. He looked at her expectantly and Izzy took a few breaths before continuing explaining the planned work. At the next price she again tried to avoid saying the word dollars, but Ethan insisted. By the third price, she just said it, knowing she wouldn’t be able to avoid it. At least this time she wasn’t cumming alone, her moans mixed with Anna’s who was roughly slamming up and down on Ethan’s cock having her own orgasm.

“So what does that all total?” Ethan asked, looking down at Izzy who was now sat on the floor, a large wet patch on the concrete between her legs.

“Twenty… Eight and a half… Thousand… Dollars,” Izzy panted, her hands tensing into fists as her legs kicked and spasmed uncontrollably. Her eyes practically rolled back into her head as her entire core vibrated in pleasure. Ethan watched as the orgasm subsided and Izzy collapsed onto her back. She rested her arm over her eyes as she tried to catch her breath.

“Well, that sounds good to me, get it done,” Ethan smiled, turning his attention back to Anna who was currently resting on his chest.

“Yes master,” Izzy panted, slowly getting up and walking away on unsteady legs.

“Send Ruby out,” Ethan called after her. He stroked Anna’s hair, pulling her up and kissing her deeply, his cock still hard as steel inside her.

“You asked for me?” Ruby asked, standing nearby with her head bowed. Ethan looked at her, her large breasts were practically spilling out of her maids uniform and the dress was so short her cock hung out from beneath it.

“Come here,” Ethan ordered. Ruby walked over until she was stood right next to the pair. “Now Anna, suck her until she’s hard.”

Anna knelt up, grabbing Ruby’s hips and turning the girl towards her. She leaned forward and took her flaccid cock into her mouth, sucking and licking it as it began to hard. Ruby groaned as her mother ran her tongue along her hardening flesh. It didn’t take long for Ruby to get completely hard, but Anna didn’t stop. The command to get her hard had finished, but she continued as she just enjoyed it.

“Ruby, do you want to fuck your mothers ass?” Ethan asked. Ruby blushed and looked down, but nodded slightly. Ethan grinned, he knew she would. He wanted her to do it, so by extension of his power, she wanted to do it. Although he suspected she wanted to do it anyway, regardless of what he wanted.

“Then do it and don’t be shy, I want you to show her you’re in control,” Ethan grinned. Ruby’s demeanour changed in a heartbeat. Her body language went from shy and subservient to confident and commanding. Her head raised and her shoulders pushed back as she climbed onto the sun lounger behind Anna.

“I’m going to fuck your tight little ass and you’re going to love every minute of it,” Ruby smiled. For a moment, Ethan recognised a brief glimmer of the old, confident Ruby resurfacing. Although the old Ruby had never had any sexual interest in Anna.

“Do you want it?” Ruby asked. Anna nodded, biting her lip. Suddenly Ruby slapped her ass hard, causing Anna to gasp in surprise. “Bet me for it!”

“Please… Please fuck my ass,” Anna groaned, leaning forward and lifting her hips slightly, presenting her ass to Ruby.

“Good girl,” Ruby grinned. Ethan felt a wave of arousal at seeing the two acting like this, knowing they were like puppets on a string for him to control however he wanted. Ruby grabbed Anna’s hips and pressed her cock against her tight ass hole. Tauntingly slowly, she began to push in, sliding the tip off her cock into her mothers ass.

“Pleeeeeeease…” Anna moaned, trying to push back against Ruby. Ruby spanked her ass again.

“I am in control here slut,” Ruby barked. Ethan felt Anna’s cunt tense around his cock as she heard the word slut.

“I think Anna likes being called a slut,” Ethan informed Ruby.

“Is that true slut? Is it the word or do you like being my little plaything?” Ruby asked. Anna didn’t respond straight away, earning her another strike on the ass.

“Your play thing,” she cried out. Ruby grinned and suddenly slammed her hips forward, burying her cock to the hilt inside Anna’s ass. Anna moaned loudly as the sudden intrusion.

“Good slut,” Ruby smiled and she began to thrust. Ethan could feel her cock sliding in and out of Anna’s ass with his own buried deep in her cunt. He began to move too, thrusting up in time with Ruby. Anna dug her nails into his chest, she was already incredibly horny and sensitive from her previous orgasms and the sensation of having both her gaziemir escort holes fucked was incredible.

“Master, the alteration Vex made to me is still in place and I haven’t cum for a week, you may want to make sure she can handle it,” Ruby told Ethan. He smiled, he had forgotten about that. He grabbed Anna’s breasts and squeezed them firmly while focusing magic into her body.

“Done,” he informed Ruby, although he now had other ideas. He continued focusing on Anna’s body, making a single change. Instantly Anna started moaning loudly as her ass became as sensitive as her cunt.

“Oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckkkkkkkkkk!” She screamed as she buried her head into Ethan’s chest and came hard. Her whole body seemed to be involved as every muscle began to twitch and shudder.

The pair continued fucking her for the better part of an hour, giving Anna orgasm after orgasm. Ruby looked like she was nearly at her limits when Ethan finally gave her permission to cum as he began to cum himself. The pair groaned as their cocks pumped in unison, filling Anna’s inside with their large loads. Ruby’s orgasm took longer than Ethan’s as she pumped inhuman amounts of cum into her mothers ass. Anna groaned weakly, her body thoroughly worn out as her stomach swelled in size.

Finally Ruby pulled out, a small river of cum following her cock out of Anna as she withdrew. She walked around to the side and shoved her semi erect cock into Anna’s mouth, forcing her to clean it. Anna could barely move, but did her best to lick and suck the cock clean.

Ethan turned, supporting Anna’s weight as he rolled onto his side and placed her onto the sun lounger before standing up. He looked down at his step mother, she looked extremely pregnant and had already fallen asleep. The sight of her stirred something inside him and he felt his cock swell with excitement, but he ignored it.

“Did you enjoy that Ruby?” he asked.

“I did,” she grinned up at him.

“Good, just remember your place here. Keep serving me well and more rewards like that will happened,” he reminded her.

“Yes master,” Ruby replied, bowing her head and returning inside to continue her duties.

Ethan stretched, he felt good. He looked at his arms and the deep purple skin. When it had first appeared, or rather refused to disappear, he had been concerned. Now though, it made him smile. He went inside to find Vex.

“You want to what?” She asked, her eyes wide.

“Control every demon,” Ethan repeated.

“But why?”

“Because, they should serve me. So tell me, how do I do it?” Ethan commanded. Vex obviously didn’t seem happy about the idea, but she couldn’t ignore his command.

“There are two ways, control them like you can with me or through fear. Controlling them properly would take a long time, as you would have to take control of each one individually. But if you control just a few and show the rest your power, they will serve you. That’s how it has always gone in the past. Defeating and then controlling the most powerful demons would be the most effective way to do it.”

“So where do I find powerful demons?”

“All over the world. You’ll often find them in places of political or social power, in the background controlling things to suit their needs.”

“Can you find them?”

“A few yes, they don’t exactly hide from other demons as most aren’t at threat to them.”

“So, let’s go see one,” Ethan said casually.

“What? Right now?” Vex asked in surprise.

“Yes, if you know where one is, take me there,” Ethan commanded. Vex panicked, she knew exactly where one was and what would happen if this particular demon saw her. She couldn’t believe what Ethan was doing, he knew nothing about fighting with his powers. Yet, despite her reservations, she had to obey his commands.

“Ok…” She said shakily, using her powers to instantly transport them. They appeared in an expensive looking apartment overlooking New York.

“Where are we?” Ethan asked.

“YOU!” A voice behind him snarled. Suddenly Vex went flying across the room, slamming hard enough into a wall the whole room shook slightly. Ethan span around to see the source of the voice and saw a very muscular looking demon charging toward Vex.

“Ethan-” Vex called out as an invisible force began to choke her.

“Let her go,” Ethan said casually. The large demon turned and faced him.

“Who the fuck are you?” The demon growled.

“I’m Ethan,” Ethan replied, looking over the demons shoulder towards Vex. “Vex, who is this?”

“You break into my house with this bitch and you don’t even know who I am?” The demon bellowed.

“Not a clue,” Ethan replied.

“Insolent little-” the demon began before suddenly flying across the room. They slammed into the wall next to Vex with twice the force she had hit, causing the wall to crack and parts to crumble. Vex dropped to the ground and grabbed her neck, looking over at Ethan sancaktepe escort who just smiled at her.

“So… Who is this then?” He asked.

“Maldras. An old rival of mine. He’s done rather well for himself while I was trapped in that book. He’s one of the top twenty strongest demons alive,” Vex explained. As she was talking, Maldras freed himself from the indent in the wall.

“HOW DARE YOU!” He roared, launching himself across the room at Ethan. He moved incredibly fast and aimed a solid punch at Ethan’s jaw. He didn’t even make it half way towards Ethan before his sofa came crashing into him. Various other pieces of his furniture flew across the room, smashing into him and creating a pile on top of him.

Maldras flung the smashed up furniture to one side, his muscles swelling in rage. A complete stranger came into his house with his sword enemy, threw him into a wall and was now smashing his own furniture against his. He was going to make this intruder pay.

Ethan watched the hulking demon clamber to his feet. He was having fun, who knew fighting with demons was so entertaining. He didn’t even flinch as Maldras launched a fireball at him. It burned so hot it blackened and left a trail of fire along the wooden floor beneath it. For a moment Ethan hesitated, his instincts telling him a fireball should be avoided. He ignored the instinct to dodge and instead simple raised his hand. He caught the fireball in a ball of magic in his hand and quickly extinguished it.

“What are you?” Maldras muttered as he watched his attack be stopped with little effort.

“I’m your new master,” Ethan replied. With a flick of his wrist he launched Maldras into another wall and pinned him there with his own magic. He walked over and stuck out his thumb. The edge of the nail turned into a sharp metal blade. Maldras struggled to get free, with no success, as Ethan made a small cut in his abdomen. Dark purple blood welled up from the cut and Ethan took a few drops on his finger. Maldras just laughed as he watched Ethan licked the blood off his finger.

“You think you can control me? Ha! You might be strong, but you’re not powerful enough to control me,” Maldras boasted. Ethan ignored him, repeating the same process he had to enslave Izzy before letting Maldras down from the wall. The demon landed on his feet with a thump.

“Kneel,” Ethan commanded. Maldras’s eyes went wide as his body followed Ethan’s command.

“WHAT? HOW!?” He growled.

“It seems I am powerful enough, don’t you recognise these markings?” Ethan asked, gesturing to his chest.

“No… It can’t be…” Maldras muttered.

“Oh it is and he has a human soul,” Vex replied, a wide smile on her face.

“Impossible,” Maldras spat.

“Be quiet,” Ethan ordered. “So Vex, why are you his sworn enemy?”

“A long time ago, a few years before I got trapped in that book, we had a bit of a confrontation. I was powerful back then and Maldras was no way near as powerful as he is now. He was trying to gain power by sending villages to war with one another. He had been setting up everything for weeks, manipulating people and driving up tensions.”

“So he’s a demon of war?”

“Exactly and back then, wars weren’t as easy to come by as they are now. Which is why he’s so powerful. You’re looking at the number one gun manufacturer in the world. He literally starts wars so he can profit from them, both financially and magically. Anyway like I said, he had everything ready with these villages. Then I came along.”

“What did you do?”

“I ruined all his plans. Made the villagers so horny they didn’t care about fighting, only fucking. Instead of a war, they had a giant orgy. Obviously, he wasn’t too pleased about that and came after me. Which didn’t end well for him. I didn’t kill him and he left swearing if he ever saw me again, he’d kill me instead.”

“You know, I don’t blame him for that one.”

“I don’t either, but I kept track of him as best I could. It’s always good to know where people who hate you are. Even in the library, I heard about his rise to power. I’ll be honest, I was a little worried about us coming here.”

“I’m still going to kill you,” Maldras threatened, despite still being on his knees and unable to move.

“You know, you really shouldn’t threaten my property,” Ethan replied.

“Property?” Maldras asked confused.

“She belongs to me and now so do you. Actually, you know what, I’m feeling generous, Vex you can have him, he can be your pet,” Ethan smiled.

“Really?” Vex asked with an expression similar to a kid that has just been told they’re getting a puppy.

“Yeah, he’ll be under my control, but whenever I don’t need him, he’s all yours,” Ethan replied. He turned to Maldras and gave him the usual commands, adding on that he would serve also serve Vex and do anything she told him, unless it undermined Ethan in any way.

“Oh I’m going to have so much fun!” Vex squealed. It was the most excited Ethan had ever seen her.

“First, let’s go back to the mansion,” Ethan suggested.

“Want to try taking us?” Vex asked.

“What do I do?”

Vex explained how to teleport to Ethan and within seconds they were back at the mansion. Vex asked for a couple of days free with Maldras, which Ethan granted, and she quickly dragged him to her room.

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For Nix, however, her potency was so extreme that just her precum could induce alterations in her partner’s physique, usually defaulting to her favorite kind: growth. This was being displayed in real time on Tania’s chest, and had already occurred slightly beforehand when she was blowing the double-hyper-hung Succubus, the perkiness shown on her breasts and ass when she removed her dress not curves that she possessed before – but now they could both see it happening. The small mounds, which would have only filled out an average-sized bra, were jiggling wildly as they started to expand, drawing squeals of excitement from Tania and looks of lust from Nix.

It was like with every gout of pre Nix released inside of her they grew a little more. Small handfuls became large handfuls as the Elf started actively bouncing on her Mistress’s steely beam, more than half of the body-splitting rod lodged in her cunt, the outline of it reaching her swelling chest. As she fucked herself up and down the terrorizing tower, her fingers gripped her tits, crying out as they pushed against her palms, shoving them away from her torso. In a matter of minutes Nix’s assistant possessed a pair of breasts that would be considered huge by anyone’s standards – or at least anyone who hadn’t seen Nix yet! Each supple mound looked obscene on her lithe figure, being more at home on a well-built prostitute than the ethereal girl.

Her breasts weren’t the only thing to grow, her ass expanding as well. Nix could feel the fat cheeks sliding against her cunt-free cock, her girthy shaft sinking between the soft ass of the Elf, splitting them apart. This caused the Succubus to buck, rutting herself inside and outside of her personal assistant, simultaneously pushing further inches of her goliath into the back of Tania’s womb while also frotting her currently-unloved monster against her backside and head. Tania moaned and came at the sudden, impromptu intrusion, wiggling her hips and letting her legs drop more, greedily swallowing as much thick-thigh shaft as she could, the distension in her abdomen cleaving her tits like her ass was. Both of the lovers writhed in pleasure, fucking against each other with new-found lust.

“Gods Above, you’re almost all the way in Mistress!” Tania screeched between orgasms, trying to look down to see how much cock that she hadn’t taken was left, “You’re so close! Fuck it all into me! Treat me like a toy!”

Grunting, Nix didn’t bother to respond, reapplying her hold on the Elf’s hips instead. Fulfilling Tania’s wishes to be used as a plaything – something the Succubus was more than happy to do – she took control of their coupling, lifting the growing girl up and thundering her back down her cock. Over and over again Nix repeated this action, forcing Tania to take another segment of her wide member with each downward yank, thrusting up into her as she did. Nix’s four balls and her overburdened sack started bouncing between her thighs with the rapidness of her movements, spreading around her second dick to slap and beat against Tania’s newly-formed fat ass, the saggy scrotum skin hugging the underside of her original shaft.

“Fuck yeah, fucking take it slut!” Nix was losing her previous coolness and professionalism as her burning libido took control of her mind, “I’ve got a lot of stress to relieve, and I’m gonna use you until I’m satisfied!”

“Yes! Use me everyday! Use me whenever you want! I’ll be your slave for all etern-“

Tania’s words were suddenly cut off by a punch to her chin. It wasn’t Nix’s powerful fists that bruised her skin – it was her cock; the skin above her breasts had become tented outward by the Succubus’s throbbing glans, her pale flesh molding around the flared crown. Pulling her head back – unbothered by the blow to her person – Tania watched with growing arousal as the outline of her Mistress’s member rose to her face, exceeding the length of her torso as it rose higher and higher. Swiftly the skin-protrusion blocked her view of Nix as it crested her eyes, Tania only able to catch glimpses of the Demoness’s drooling, intense features when she was lifted off of it. Her orgasms were perpetual now, each one bleeding into the next so rapidly neither of them were able to keep track of where one ended and one began.

Long tongue hanging out of her plump lips and instinctually whipping back and forth across her all-consuming-cleavage, erzurum escort Nix ravaged her personal assistant. Her enormous tits jostled wildly in front of her, bounding off her thick thighs before bopping into her chin, grinding against Tania’s distorted abdomen the entire time, her nipples scraping against the Elf’s smaller chest. Nix began lifting her own ass to fuck the platinum-haired woman harder, meaty plops filling the room as her cushiony cheeks slapped against the hard stone of her throne. Whole body in motion, she was a jiggling, undulating mass of flesh that spilled out from around her torso, the majority of her chair taken up by her excessive aspects in one way or another.

Her demonic-nature came out as she growled, the sound emanating from her throat animalistic and booming. Giving her assistant a last, earth-shaking thrust, she buried every last inch of her multi-foot behemoth into Tania’s depths, coring her out utterly and completely, no space left separating their groins. Growl turning into a howl, Nix threw her head back, holding Tania down as tightly as her supernatural musculature would allow, shimmying her against her crotch. Eyes peeling open, she studied the state of the Elf, grinning devilishly at what she saw, her balls rumbling with renewed intensity, both of her cocks lurching towards the ceiling, precum hosing out of them.

She couldn’t actually see Tania anymore, her visage and most of her torso fully blocked by Nix’s cock. Her stomach and chest were distorted, her large tits splayed to the sides by the imprint of her enormity, her face covered by the shaft-stretched canvas of her skin; Nix’s cock actually rose higher than the Elf’s countenance, the outline of her glans sitting above her hairline by several inches. Behind Tania, Nix’s other cock was in the same position, the two oozing tips nearly touching, her assistant’s skull only just keeping them apart. The rest of Tania’s limbs were limp, her arms slack at her sides, her legs folded around the Succubus’s thigh, unmoving except for the convulsion of her cunt, her juices spritzing Nix’s hardened stomach in a continuous stream.

Nix needed more.

“M-Mistress, I, I-” Tania gurgled from around the bulge in front of her, her mind blank from overwhelming ecstasy, “I c-can’t m-move.”

Bolting to her feet, Nix made a frantic movement with her fingers that caused her throne to suddenly slide across the floor and against the opposite wall, giving her more room to work with. Turning towards her desk – Tania still impaled as much as was inhumanly possible on her cock – she reached around the cock-stuck Elf and swiped her arm across the black surface, knocking anything in her long limb’s path to floor unceremoniously. Standing before her desk’s middle, Nix used her one hand to slowly remove her assistant from her pulsating member, lifting her high enough that her head came close to bonking into the ceiling; when Tania was finally freed, the gigantic glans popping from her cunt with a lurid squelch, Nix dropped her down onto the desk, her back hitting it with a wet thud.

“It’s time to get fucked, little Elf,” Nix announced, her ridiculous, overproportioned casting a shadow across Tania’s being, her assistant waking up from her orgasm-induced stupor, “and I mean get fucked seriously this time.”

“I-I’m yours Mistress,” Tania mumbled, craning her neck and spreading her legs automatically, “all yours to do as you please with.”

“And you always will be!”

Dropping into a partial-crouch, Nix’s arms snaked her arms out and grabbed Tania by her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the midnight-black desk, positioning the Elf just how she wanted her. Saddling her hips back, Nix lowered her dual-endowment until both of her leaking cockheads were pointed at both of Tania’s holes, one hovering in front of her cratered cunt that dripped with remnants of her last climax, the other inches away from her untouched ass. Taking a step forward, Nix pressed her giant crowns into Tania’s front and backdoor, gyrating them back and forth; her cocks seemingly sensed what she about to do, and increased their flow of sperm, her two sets of testicles vibrating against her knees as they pumped her creamy concoction up and out of the hoses attached to them. Face contorted by sexual-concentration, Nix rammed herself forward.

Tania screamed.

In a mere second she was skewered through at two points of entry, one of her Mistress’s cocks battering through her slick folds, the other plowing into her previously-untouched asshole – untouched on that day, at least. The Succubus’s glans – which previously rubbed together due to their proximity-filling girth – split at the crossroads between Tania’s thighs, each one making their own path in the Elf’s body; they eskişehir escort continued to grind against each other, Tania’s depths providing only the thinnest barrier to keep them apart. Tania’s fingers raked at the surface of the desk, sliding across the smooth, polished top, her attempts at holding on to anything for dear life rendered pointless.

Her Mistress’s hold on her ankles kept her from shooting off of the desk, her torso scooting farther down instead, only her fat ass cushioning the impact. Lifting her head, Tania craned it down, looking between her large tits at her stomach; already her center had grown distorted, the dual-endowment Nix had flung into her without worry or care visible against her creamy flesh. Hyperventilating, Tania couldn’t help but writhe under the doubled-assault, her body automatically trying to escape the punishment of her depths – but Nix didn’t let her go. She gripped her legs tightly, dragging her closer towards her monstrous endowments if anything.

Tania felt so full already! Nix had sunk less than half of her cocks into her holes, but the combined girth and length of them equaled being fully impaled on just one! Body catching up to her lust, Tania squealed as Nix started ramming her awesome appendages in and out of her, not waiting to go slow or warm her up – the time for that had passed. Asshole contracting around the original member, her cunt twitched against the second one, her feminine nectar flowing down it once more, wetting the shaft below, helping the rest of the brutal penetration along, Nix’s own gouts of lubrication basting her womb and bowels.

“M-Mistress, it’s so much!”

“And you’re gonna take it all, pet!”

Grunts growing in volume, Nix swung her hips back and forth furiously, her balls swinging like a Newton’s Cradle, the quad set of swollen orbs bouncing off of each other, encouraging each other’s cum production with each muted impact. Her tits flapped in turn, falling low enough to nearly titfuck her upper-shaft’s base, slapping against her tensed abs in time with her thrusts; her enormous ass cheeks clapped together, jiggling wildly, providing a needed counterbalance to her heavy-set front. She stroked herself inside of her personal assistant harder and faster with each passing moment, determined to get all of both of her massive members inside the small woman. Precum and pussy juice poured from around her throbbing hole-plugs, soaking the desk and sheening it with their combined liquid excess, slimy rivulets dripping onto the floor around them.

As Nix got closer to the petite Elf, casting a long shadow over her violently-quivering form, she was able to get a better view of what her twin-pillars were doing to her. Her colossal hole-wreckers were layered on top of each other, but both were still visible due to the natural contours and twists inside of Tania’s body; it looked like a pair of gigantic worms were squirming around inside of her, pushing into each other and pressing out her skin at different angles. When one split Tania’s still-enlarging tits – having grown bigger with more of Nix’s sperm magically enhancing them – the other bashed into the underside of one, alternating with each thrust but simultaneously reaching closer to her neck with each ferocious pound from the insanely-sexed Succubus.

The room was filled by their lurid, raucous love making. Loud slurps and slorps announced the passionate fucking to anyone listening – though no one outside could hear them, the room having been soundproofed using powerfully-weaved spells for this very reason – absurd moist schlicks misting the air. On their own Nix’s titanic quadruple testicles created a series of plaps as they bounded off of each other, occasionally slamming into one of the Succubus’s thighs for added effect. Then there were the moans and screams from Tania, her ecstatic exclamations coming from a deep place of devotion and desire, her cunt-squirts adding to the liquid cacophony. For her part, Nix continued to grunt and snarl, fixated on her pleasure and her pleasure alone, anyone else’s incidental despite the joy it brought her.

Stretching Tania’s guts and womb simultaneously, the tightness of the Elf’s organs brought a special kind of stimulation to Nix’s members: not only were both being pleasured at the same time, but they were pleasuring each other as well, their rock-hardness grinding into one another, the massive purple veins pushing and pulling against the other gnarled knots across her cock. Her balls bloated with each new pulse of sexual excitement, growing to the size of overinflated melons, taking up all the space between her akimboed-legs, piping more potency through her members and into Tania, her stomach swelling with cum and cock. The dense goop sprayed vigorously from the gaziantep escort Elf’s corked cunt, splashing back onto Nix’s thighs and abs.

“Fu-Fuck Mistress!” No matter how lost in euphoria Tania got, she never forgot her place in their relationship, “No… no one else can fuck me like you can! I want you to cum inside of me! Inflate me and make me yours!”

“Soon, Elf, soon,” Nix half-whispered, her rate of rutting picking up, “soon we’ll have what we both want!”

They both knew what she meant. Nix was staring right at Tania’s wobbling chest, watching intently as her plush mounds slowly grew, her small pink nipples capping their peaks pointing in opposite directions as they rolled across her torso, jutted by the battering rams rearranging her internals. Having nothing else to grab onto Tania’s hands went back to her ballooning breasts, squeezing and kneading the fatty spheres, increasing her moans and pace of climax, her chin buried in her newly-formed cleavage as she ogled her own reckoning; it was a hard thing to miss, the Succubus’s meaty fucksticks nearly at her neck, fighting to get there first despite their equality in excessive size. Closer and closer they came to reaching their destination, Nix following behind them.

As close as she was to slapping crotches with her Elven sextoy, Nix was getting equally close to orgasm. The brewing in her sagging globes was hitting its crescendo, the churning within them as loud as any of the other sexual sounds reverberating off the walls and exploding from the open window, each one vibrating as they stirred up more slimy sperm to spray. Her muscles felt tight across her figure, her biceps bulging incredibly, her true musculature revealing itself; her thighs thickened with corded ligaments, her abs flexed into a set of defined hardened bars, her massive tits lifting as her chest strained and puffed out with previously-unseen bulk. Every aspect of her already-insane form grew in some way, the first heralding sign of the explosion that was to come.

And it wouldn’t be much longer now!

She had just one last goal to accomplish: sink every last inch of her stupendous serpents inside of the slutty Elf. It wasn’t a task that was long for completion at the present, two tents forming below Tania’s pointed chin, steadily pushing upward as they struggled for room inside of the lithe woman. On the opposite end of her assistant, her shafts squished Tania’s entrances into ridiculous tautness against each other, only the papery membrane of skin acting as a nearly futile barrier between them, the sides of her gaped caverns spread to the sides of her thighs, her clit folding in on itself. She was plugged, stuffed, packed to the brim with swirling semen and colossal cocks in borderline every way possible – just the way Nix liked her!

Putting the full force of her physique into her next thrust, Nix boomed her body forward. All at once, her crotch collided with Tania’s, her sperm-stuffed sack bashed into the underside of her desk and almost lifted its legs off the soaked floor. Her cocks reamed the Elf to their combined, obese bases, the pair of mighty cockheads spreading her flesh over her face like a canvas; Tania’s entire frame lurched, her being seizing, her cunt absolutely gushing a torrential outpour of feminine honey onto Nix’s crotch and ejecting in a high-pressure stream against her tits. While Nix moaned, her assistant wrapped her arms about the dual-throbbing conquerors inside of her for support, hugging them deeper into her womb and guts as she struggled to stay conscious around their piercing enormity.

They were connected.

“Fuuuuck!” Nix howled in a moment of sincere emotion. After taking a moment to regain her composure, shivers of euphoria running up her spine, the Demoness leapt into action once more. She maneuvered Tania’s legs back until her feet touched her ears, twisting her up like a Khagosian pretzel, and leaned forward, the front of her enormous udders plopping onto the Elf’s torso, covering it completely with their pliable, encompassing roundness; her nipples indented Tania’s skin, poking at Nix’s own cocks, each one like a penis themselves. Her black-and-red hair draped across her countenance and her tongue unfurled out of her mouth, dripping saliva onto Tania’s torso and swiping across it, tasting her own potency through her assistant’s body, her fangs baring in a display of lurid hunger.

Then she thrusted. And thrusted. And thrusted again! Over and over again she pistoned into Tania, picking up speed with each repetition, pounding into her, using her cocks like the hammers of Az’Kali the Forge God would on his Eternal Flame Anvil to beat her figure into new shapes. Nix’s body collided with her assistant’s brutally, her tits acting as a springboard for her to bounce off of, flattening Tania against the obsidian desk, knocking the breath from her lungs – the breath the Elf currently needed to scream in mind-numbing pleasure with. Oscillating under her legs, Nix’s colossal cum factories alternated between beating the bottom of the Succubus’s desk and spanking her own ass, leaving darkened imprints against her bountiful backside, turning the red flesh purple.

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On my way home, my mind was spinning. If I really could keep this up for as long as I wanted, it could be wonderful. I will have to be careful. I don’t want to leave a trail of women stalking me. The doctor was right. I think I could have Miss Thomas if I wish, and I guess I could start with her. She was beautiful. I waited until the next day and called her number. She must have entered my number into her phone because she knew who it was.

“Hello Miss Thomas. I was wondering if I could see you again?”

“Please call me Sally. That would be wonderful How about tonight? It is Friday, after all.”

“I am also Thomas. I’m sorry, but I still haven’t gotten a new car since the accident.”

“No problem, I can pick up you up after work. Just text me your address.”

That was easy. I am sure I can fuck her anytime I want, and she is beautiful. I just must figure out a way that she knows I am not looking for a girlfriend. She sounds clingy and I still want to try the field with this new toy before I decided what is next.

She was right on time. “Thanks for picking me up.”

“Not a problem. I didn’t have any plans this weekend anyway.” Alarms bells, but we will see how tightly she tries to hold on. Her place wasn’t far from mine.

“I share this with a girlfriend of mine. She won’t mind, and my only problem will be keeping her hands off you. She is visiting her parents until Sunday. Would you like something to drink?”

“Sure, a beer if you have one.” She got a couple of beers, and we sat down in her living room.

We sat and drank our beers quietly. Then she spoke up, “To be frank with you, I haven’t been able to get what you did to me out of my mind. That was the greatest sex of my life. Nothing has ever come close to that. Am I being a little too forward?”

“No, I like straightforward honesty if it works both ways. Do you want to fuck first?”

She was on me before I could put my beer down. She was still in her nurse uniform, and she was unbuttoning it as she was crossing the room. By the time she had gotten to me she had stepped out of it and was standing in front of me in a nice bra and panty set.

“Really pretty.” She unzipped my pants, and I stood up so she could pull them down. “Strip, I have never seen you naked yet.”

She stood up and dropped the bra and panties. She was magnificent. No more than 27 or 28, long curly blonde hair. She reached under my balls and pushed my button. I immediately grew to my full erection.

She gasped, “I still can’t get over it. It is perfect.” She knelt and began sucking and licking. She still couldn’t get it all the way down, but I wasn’t going to complain, she was good at it. After a few minutes I grabbed her hair and started pulling her deeper. She was trying but gagged.

“Don’t worry sweetie. You are great at this. We’ll work on it. Sally, let’s go to your bedroom and get more comfortable.”

She got up, took me by the hand and led me down the hall to her room. It was a nice room that didn’t have a bunch of stuffed animals or dolls. That was promising. I finished undressing and we laid down on her bed. I pulled her on top of me and had her straddle me. She was very wet, and I slipped into her easily. She started riding cowgirl for all she was worth. I could see in her eyes that she was going into another world, so I slowed her down.

“Please Thomas, don’t stop me. I need that feeling again.”

“Don’t worry Sally. You will have it as many times as you can tonight.”

She began riding again and within a few minutes she started growling and her legs began shaking like the first time. All at once she let out a moan and collapsed on top of me. I picked up her head by her hair to find her just blanky staring ahead. I rolled her off me and went into the bathroom. When I returned, she was coming around.

“Thank you, thank you. Why did you stop?”

“I stopped because you passed out. There are rules about those sorts of things.”

“NO, I want you to satisfy yourself with my body as you need. I give you permission to fuck me even after I pass out.”

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I couldn’t believe my ears. Before my accident, I was lucky to get a nice-looking girl to have sex with me, and now, this beautiful woman wants zonguldak escort me to fuck her senseless. This could be the problem I was worried about. We can worry about that later. For now, I have a weekend to get my fill of this one.

“Are you sure of this?”

“I give you permission to do whatever you want to this body as long as you don’t tear me or something like that. Deal?”

“Deal. Right now, I want a blowjob. A good one.”

“Yes master.” I laid down on the bed and she crawled between my legs and took as much of me as possible into her mouth. She worked hard and it was wonderful. She was good. I decided I wanted to come, so I stopped her.

“I want to come in your mouth. Is that okay with you?”

“What part of do what you want didn’t you get. You don’t have to ask for permission for anything if you can fuck me like this. Now, let me get back to work.”

I smiled, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down onto me. She went to work, and it wasn’t long before I was ready. I was curious how she was going to do with this load. Now was as good a time as any to find out. I let out a growl to signal her and let go. At first, she was ok, but as it continued, she started gagging. It was running out of her mouth so I pulled back so she could spit out the excess. When I was done, she had cum in her mouth, all over her face, down her breasts, and all over me. She was gagging, trying to swallow what she had in her mouth.

I fell back. “I’m sorry there was so much. I didn’t mean to gag you.”

“No, I will learn to swallow it all. I just need practice.” She headed toward the bathroom. I called out that I would order Chinese food, and she agreed. When she returned, we just lay on the bed talking until she fell asleep. I woke her up when the food arrived, and we went into the living room to eat. It has been a great day so far. We eventually went back to bed.

“Please fuck me one more time. But this time you keep at me until you are satisfied. Even if I faint, keep fucking whatever you want until you are satisfied. Deal?”

“Oh honey, there will be no doubt.”

I wanted to look into her eyes, so I asked her to lay on her back and spread her legs. She did so willingly. She was wet again. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever have to get her wet. She gasped when I entered her, and I began pumping her. She felt wonderful and this time, I wasn’t going to stop. After a few minutes, she started breathing hard. It came all at once for her. She started hitting me on the chest with her fists, calling out. She had a wild look in her eyes and screamed, “Yes, fuck me, fuck me harder. Take it, take it.” She came and came, continuing until she collapsed on the bed. She lay there, looking like a sex doll as I continued fucking her. This was HOT. I finally drove balls deep into her and unloaded. I have no idea how much I pumped into her, or where it went, but I fell on top of her, exhausted. We just lay there for a while until I fell asleep. She was breathing, but she didn’t come to before I fell asleep.

I awoke with her pushing me. “Get out of me.” She was not happy. I realized I had not pushed the button, and I was still inside her with my full length. She was squirming and wiggling, but she was pinned to the bed. I pushed the button, and everything came pouring out.

“I am so sorry. I fell asleep. It will never happen again.” I started rubbing her legs and she slowly got her feeling back.

“I couldn’t wake you up, and I couldn’t reach the button. I had to pee.” She staggered into the bathroom. I guess I had tested her limits to the maximum.

I followed her to the door. “Would you like a nice, hot bath?”

“Oooh, that would be nice.” She smiled again.

“Ok, you run it to the temperature you like, and I will wash you and rub you dry.”

We finished her bath, and I carried her back to the bed. “Do you feel better now?”

“Yes.” She was finally relaxed. “I don’t want to do THAT again.”

“I promise you won’t.” We got dressed and wandered around town shopping. We had a nice dinner and returned to her apartment that night.

“I need to go home now. Can you drive me home?” I started to pick up my things.

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“Please bursa escort stay the night. You can go home in the morning, please.” This could get tricky. However, I could fuck her one more night before I move on.

“I guess I could stay tonight.”

She smiled and hoped up off the couch. “You won’t be sorry. I promise you.” She headed toward the bedroom. “Don’t come in until I tell you.”

I waited for her to call, wondering what could be done that hasn’t been done before. I was about to find out. She called me in, and I entered to find the bed filled with all sorts of bondage items.

“I bought this stuff with a former boyfriend, but I never really trusted him well enough to let him use them on me. I want you to pick out whatever you want to use and let’s have some fun. I only ask that you undo me after you are finished. Whether or not I am awake I do not care.”

Wow, there was quite a collection of bondage toys. Spreaders, arm binders, ring gags, ball gags, butt plugs, beads, hoods, and the list went on.

“I also haven’t done anything like this before, either. Are you sure you want me to tie you up?”

“Yes, please. I have always had a fantasy about it. It would be great if we can both fulfill a fantasy together.”

“Ok, what is your safe word?”

“Mary.”

“Mary it is.”

I started with the arm binders. I strapped her arms behind her back at the elbows. The binder went down to her wrists. I put a ring gag in her mouth and pulled the hood over her head. Only her eyes and mouth were open. I stood back and wondered what else I could do to her to make her a real sex doll. A remote-controlled butt plug would be fun. I rolled her onto her stomach and lubed up her ass. She started squirming a little when the tip of the plug touched her ass, but she resisted the urge to cry out. I slowly pushed it into her ass until it was firmly inserted. I waited until she had calmed down before I turned it on. She jumped almost off the bed. I didn’t want to tie her feet because I wanted easy access, so I tied each ankle to the arm binder separately. Now I could push her legs apart while they were still bound. I stood back and looked at my finished handywork. I had to admit, for having never done this before, I didn’t do too bad. I turned the remote off. I didn’t want her coming too soon. I put nipple clamps on each breast, and she started squirming. Too late, I’m into this now. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her head over to the edge of the bed. I pushed the button and ran my finger into her mouth through the ring gag. I slowly pushed into the ring gag. It wasn’t bought with me in mind, and it was tight. I was careful not to go in too far, or pump too hard. I hit the back of her throat when I was halfway in, but that was fine. Her tongue began working on me and I just stood there enjoying the feeling. I turned the plug back on low and stood there letting her suck my dick for a few minutes. I pulled out to change it up. I took the hood and ball gag off. I wanted to see her eyes, and she exhaled, relieved. It was time for the other end. I pulled her by her ankles to the other side of the bed and spread her legs. Even bound, I could get to her. I untied her ankles so she could lay her legs down and spread farther apart. She was starting to moan lowly, and the sheets were wet with her juices. I entered her slowly, enjoying the sensation of her tight, wet pussy. I turned the plug up and began fucking her hard. Her legs started shaking and she was talking to herself in some unintelligible gibberish. I pushed all the way into her, and she was deep enough for me now, as if her body had adjusted to my size. As I pumped her, she came all at once. She started screaming and shaking. It was quite the show. I just continued until she finished with her orgasm and lay on the bed, panting. I got out of her, and cum came poring out of her. She was too exhausted to care. I went to the head of the bed and climbed in front of her. I looked into her eyes, but they were glassy. I decided to give her a minute and went into the bathroom. When I returned, she was slowly coming around.

“I hope you have had a good time, because now it is my turn.” Her eyes got big malatya escort as I got in front of her and put my dick in her mouth again. I also turned the putt plug back on, full this time. She started bouncing on the bed and it felt good on my dick. I took the nipple clamps off. All she had left on was the arm binder and the butt plug.

“Now, I am going to fuck your mouth until I come. After that, I will untie you, hit the button and put my regular dick in your mouth. You are to stay there with it in your mouth as long as you can while I go to sleep. Is that understood?” She tried to nod with my large dick in her mouth. My dick was only halfway in her mouth, but I didn’t want to hurt her, so that is where I stopped. I began pumping in and out, slowly at first, but quicker and quicker. I grabbed her by the hair and began bobbing her head on my dick. The plug was doing its job and she was heating up. She began slobbering and dripping pretty hard, but she kept at it. When I was ready, I tapped her head as a warning, and fired away. She tried, but it went everywhere. The amount and the plug made her come hard and she forgot everything else. I had pulled out as soon as she started coming, because I didn’t want to choke her or get bit. I turned the plug off and hit the button. She was just laying there between my legs. I undid the binder and her arms collapsed at her side. I pulled the butt plug out.

“Mary?” She shook her head. So, I pulled her head up to me, stuck my limp dick in her mouth and settled down to sleep.

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I woke up with her still laying between my legs with my dick still in her mouth. She was sound asleep. Her arms were flopped over my legs, and she looked beautiful. As I lay admiring her, she woke up. Boy am I going to have a hard time giving her up.

“Good morning, beautiful. Let’s hit the shower.” We had a nice, hot shower. We didn’t fool around. We were both worn out. Going home was going to be hard, but I had to look around before I keep the first one I found.

“How about some breakfast?” I agreed and she bounded into the kitchen while I got dressed. By the time I got there, she had bacon and eggs almost ready. Even though I loved the look of her cooking naked, I didn’t want anything to happen.

“You had better get dressed before that bacon grease burns something important.” She giggled and took off for the bedroom. She was back in a couple of minutes, and we had a wonderful breakfast.

Once breakfast was finished, I knew I had put it off as long as I could. “Sally, we need to talk.”

“I know what you are going to say. You don’t want a girlfriend. You want to see what your new toy can get you. I probably would to.”

I looked down at the floor. “Yeah, I need to do that before I settle down, to be sure.”

Sally was quiet for a moment. Then she looked me in the eye and spoke quietly. “Look, I understand how you feel, and I have been thinking about this ever since you got here. I have an idea. Let me know what you think of this.” She paused, took a deep breath, and continued. “I don’t want to be your girlfriend. But I am not ready to give up the best dick I have ever seen. SO, if you are willing, I just want to be a fuck buddy. You go do your thing, and whenever you want to fuck me, call. Whenever you can fit me in there will be an open pussy here waiting for you.”

I sat back in my chair, stunned. That was the LAST thing I expected her to say. She would get clingy sooner or later, she had to. But every month until she did, I get to fuck that beautiful body. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Absolutely. We don’t know the future. Maybe our circumstances will change, who knows? Even if I get to see you a couple of times a month, it will still be the best sex I’ve ever had. If I become a problem, you can always tell me to fuck off.”

I wanted this clear. “We would need some rules.”

She shook her head, “Thomas, here are the rules. They are simple. I want that dick in my life. You can call me whenever you wish, and I will come. You can show up here horny and I will do what you ask. You can bring other women with you, I don’t care. You can tell me to fuck your friends; I will. I have thought about this ever since I stumbled out of the doctor’s examining room. When I saw how well it worked, I knew I would do whatever you ask to keep you in my life.”

I sat there quietly for a moment. It will never work out like that. On the other hand, I have just died and gone to heaven.

“If you take me home, I will think about it.” She agreed, and we left.

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Obligatory intro – All characters are over the age of 18. Any non-human characters should also be considered above the age of 18.

Spelling and vocabulary is British English.

This is a sci-fi story first of all, with some non-consent themes at times. This is stronger at the beginning of the story, as this is a story about a young lady learning about her sexuality, and learning to take control at times.

———–

There she was. The “Storming Heaven”. A class Omega starcruiser. And my ticket out of this proverbial cul-de-sac of a planet.

I was part of the immense crowd who had come out to see the ship. Sure, we had other spaceships come and go. We weren’t entirely backwater. But this ship was special. It was a class Omega. That meant it was faster than light. Supposedly there were only 17 class Omega ships in the universe, all made by a singular mad scientist with alien technology we humans couldn’t hope to replicate.

Why only 17 ships? I told you he was mad. At least make it an even 20. And since three of those were confirmed destroyed, and another two apparently missing, we were looking at one of the twelve wonders of the universe. No surprise half the colony had come to see it.

The other half of the population? In the temple praying against the ship, which they believed went against the wills of the 4 gods.

And where was my family right then? In the temple. My father, leading the service of prayer. In the congregation, the unknown (to me) man my parents had arranged me to marry next month.

Eighteen. A woman now, or so I was told. Old enough to follow their traditions of marriage and babies. Not knowing the face of the man I’ll spend my life with until we meet at the wedding altar. Giving my life to raising his children, ideally 4. Or perhaps like my parents – 8.

But that was not the future I dream of. As I said, that ship was my ticket out of this life. It didn’t matter that the ship was ugly on the outside, with a mismatch of white and gold panels over a metallic frame. To me, she was gorgeous because of the freedom she represented.

As I expected, there was already a line outside the ship.

Space etiquette went as follows – Every time a ship landed in a spaceport city, people would queue up. And the ship’s first mate, or sometimes the captain themselves, would walk the line, interview and hire any new crew they needed. A normal ship might get a line of twenty people. Five might get chosen. A good ship might have a hundred people lining up for those five or six jobs.

This queue probably stretched 2 kilometres. Eight hundred people or more. I didn’t care. I’d wait for my chance to join the crew.

The woman in front of me passed on whispers, and I passed them on to the people already queueing behind me. Apparently, they only needed one new crewmember. Someone small, to fit in narrow engineering spaces. Someone who was smart but also good with their hands.

And each time the next tidbit of information came past, more people dropped out. The taller ones first. Then the muscular ones. Then the ones who just couldn’t handle waiting in a queue for hours without food or restroom breaks. Soon 2km became 1km. And as night fell on the queue and the temperature dropped, that reduced to 500 metres. And by morning, there were only about a hundred of us left.

That’s when I finally saw the first-officer. He was a rough looking man, looking fifty but probably only thirty-five. A man who’d lived a hard life. Scars ran across his bare arms. His gruff voice was only saying one or two words. “Stay” or “Go”.

The woman in front of me, the one who whispered information to me and chatted with me in the darkness of night, was told “go” the moment the man laid eyes on her.

“But you haven’t even heard my skills yet!” she begged, but the man had already moved on to me.

He looked me up and down carefully. I don’t know what he was seeing. Was it my long hair? My traditional clothing? Was he (like so many men, even married temple leaders) drawn to my large chest, the breasts trying to escape their traditional constraints as much as me?

“Stay”

And then he walked on, telling the young man behind me to stay, and the older woman behind him to go.

When the man returned from the walk, only about thirty of us remained. 30, from a queue of nearly 900.

This time a different man came out to see us. He was small, even smaller than me. At first I could only see he was a bit different. It wasn’t till he got closer that I saw why. The man had four arms!

“What are your skills?” He asked in a tired but friendly way. I was number 25 and he was probably feeling bored of these questions.

“I can cook and clean. I can fix things. I usually repair my family’s boiler. I can milk a cow and…”

“And that’s enough” he interrupted me. “How’s your eyesight?”

“Perfect,” I replied. I didn’t know for sure, I’d never been tested. But I wasn’t going to tell that to him.

He gave a “hmmm” noise and walked on.

When he’d giresun escort finished the line, walked slowly back. He touched me gently on the shoulder. As he walked, I watched him gently touch three others.

“If I touched your shoulder – stay. If I didn’t, you may go.”

Now 30 was five.

I had done better than over 800 people. Now, I only had to be better than 4 others.

The four-armed man returned, this time with a tablet for recording notes.

“Name? Age? Occupation? Studies? Experience?”

“I’m Jenna Gravitas Reeds. I’m 18. I’m…I’m a farm help at the family farm. I don’t have any experience on spaceships, or any kind of transport for that matter.”

The small, four-armed man seemed disappointed at that answer.

“But I can learn!” I quickly added “And I’ve got a really good memory.”

That picked up the man’s attention again. “Prove it. Tell me about the men and women I just turned away.”

I thought back for only a moment. “First, man, in late 30s, long beard wearing a blue shirt. Left handed. Second, a lady, in her early 20s, blonde hair, green eyes. Slight limp…third was a woman….fourth was…seventh…..Sixteenth, another man, in his late 20s…”

“That’s enough,” the man finally said. “You’ve proved your point. And you can clean?”

“And cook.” I replied with a grateful smile.

The man walked away again, to the only person behind me in our remaining queue of 5.

Then, unexpectedly, he came back to me.

“This life isn’t for everyone” he told me firmly. “It’s not just the travelling, rarely returning to the same planet. It’s the lifestyle. The freedom of a starship is…different from the lifestyle you’ve grown up with. Are you really, really sure this is what you want?”

I thought, but only for a moment. “If I stay, my destiny is marriage to a man I don’t know, giving up on my education to raise our children, and to live and die within 30km of where I was born. I won’t accept that. I want to travel. I want to learn. I want to experience life, and the whole universe. My world is too big for just one man, four babies and a farm.”

“Fine. Be careful what you wish for” he said. And then he was gone. Back onto the ship.

We waited probably another hour. All the time, I started looking away, or hiding my face from the onlookers who had failed to make the final list and were now watching us ‘survivors’ with envy. I started to fear someone would have told my parents, or my older siblings. Sure, I was legally an adult and able to make my own life choices. Officially. But in this rural, religious nowhere planet, legal rights take a step back from parental choice. If any of my family arrived, they’d pull me out the line and force me back home. Probably to keep me locked up for the month until my enforced wedding ceremony. There was no way I was having that.

That was why it had to be this ship. This faster than light ship. Because once it left, they’d have no way to call it back. No ship able to chase them down. I’d be free the moment it lifted out the atmosphere.

Finally, the First Officer came out again. The first two, he just pointed at, and pointed away. They’d come this close, only to lose now. And then, he re-ordered the remaining three of us. This pretty girl with blonde hair, looking about twenty two, was first in the line. Then me. Then this other guy, looking eighteen-or-so, like me.

The First Officer walked into the ship, escorting the blond haired woman with him. The boy behind me just stood in silence, waiting.

“Hello there, boys and girls.” The voice was sing-song, like you might speak to a child. “Good luck in your audition.”

The voice came from behind us, and we turned around to see the speaker.

The ‘person’ was much taller than me. As tall as the First Officer. Their hairless skin was smooth, but pink like a ripening strawberry. Their clothes were red and skin-tight. And from behind them, a hairless pink tail, like a snake searching for prey. Their face seemed to shift and morph as I watched, transitioning from masculine to feminine and back again as if they couldn’t choose which they wanted to be. Their body too, shifting from hyper masculine, with large muscles, to hyper feminine, with tight, slim limbs and huge breasts, and back again.

A ZenZes. An alien.

I’d never been this close to one before. And this one just walked past me and the boy, entering the spaceship.

Just as they reached the doorway, they blew 2 kisses, one to each of us. And then they were gone.

About five seconds later the blonde, pretty girl ran out the spaceship crying, running into the crowd of onlookers.

The First Officer’s head poked out, and looked at me. “You’re next. Inside now.”

I followed him, and caught my first glimpse of the inside of the ship I dreamed of calling home.

It was a Frankenstein’s monster of a spaceship. It looked like twelve different ships, not all human, had been pushed together and then squeezed yalova escort and warped. Some parts were spotlessly white, looking so clean you could eat food off it. And next to it would be a rusty panel of metal so cheap and thin even chickens could peck through it. And next to that would be a panel of a strange alien substance that looked almost wet, yet also dry and brittle, depending on the light. And beside that? A panel that looked like a blue gas, but behaved like a solid, bearing our weight as we walked on it. As I said, a patchwork, Frankenstein’s monster of a ship.

The ship’s internal dimensions were about the same, the corridor twisting at odd angles or splitting in two for seemingly no reason, to join together again 5 metres later.

We reached an open door. The First Officer pointed me inside. He didn’t close the door behind us.

Inside the room was a woman, sitting at a desk. The desk looked wooden, and old. Maybe even a true relic from Earth. She was in her early thirties, wearing an eye-patch over her right eye, and a white top with ruffled sleeves. She stood up as I entered, and I saw her skin-tight leather trousers.

“I’m Captain Rosetta Tyde, out of Lyn by Barbarosa. Captain Rosetta to my crew. Rosy to my lovers. This is my ship. I’m god here.”

There was a long pause, and I realised she wanted me to speak.

“I’m…um…Jenna Gravitas Reeds. People call me Jenna.”

“And what do your regular lovers call you?” The captain asked in a playful way. Playful, like a cat plays with a mouse.

“Um…I don’t have regular lovers.”

“Oh, so you’re that type of girl. Interesting. No matter. You’re here because I’m thinking of offering you the job.”

My heart leapt at that news! Finally, freedom!

“THINKING of offering” she clarified when she saw my face. “It’s not decided yet. So I’ll let you ask three questions, and then I’ll give you my conditions.”

“What would be my job?” I asked as my first question.

“A bit of everything, but mainly in engineering. They need someone to help push the buttons. But I’m sure every part of my crew will want to borrow you from time to time. You did say you were a handy-woman on the family farm. I’m sure we will have you doing a little of everything soon enough.”

“How many crew are there on board?”

The First Officer answered that one in his deep, gruff voice. “37 human crew. 7 augmented and enhanced. Five Non-human. Also one cyborg and six pure mechanical. And currently one paying passenger.”

I only had one question left. “What is it you do? As a ship, I mean.”

The Captain smiled at that question. “In the old Earth days, they would call us ‘privateers’. But I like to think that we do what we want, when we want. No. Change that. We do WHAT Captain Rosetta wants, WHEN Captain Rosetta wants. Sometimes that’s legal. Sometimes that’s not. Generally, we try to make more friends than enemies, and not to hurt people who don’t deserve to be hurt.”

“Unless they ask to be hurt,” the First Officer chimed in.

The Captain smiled at her First Officer’s comment. They clearly had a close friendship.

“Now that your three questions are done, let me speak. My chief engineer likes you. My First Officer likes you. But what matters is what I like. And how I choose to run my ship. And on my ship, we choose love over hate.”

“Um..that’s good?” I replied, unsure of what she was explaining.

“Oh, you like that? Good. Because we have a lot of love on this ship. And if you join us, most of the crew will love you. Hey, I might even love you. If you’re lucky, they’ll love you until you can’t walk straight.”

I started to realise that what she meant by ‘love’ wasn’t like a mother loves her young children. It was more like a husband loves a wife. Loves her when they are alone in the dark.

“Oh” I said, flustered at this realisation. “I…um..I guess I could try to…um”

The Captain looked disappointed. “I’ll lay it out clearly. I believe in working hard, and playing harder. And what’s more fun than sex? So, we fuck a lot on this ship. Men with women. Men with men, women with women. Cyborgs with anything they can hold on to. And if you join us as crew, we expect you to join us in bed too.”

I didn’t know if I wanted this. A lot of me didn’t. But a stronger part of me knew I had to leave this awful planet.

So I could stay on the planet, and get fucked in my marriage bed by a random strange man from the church congregation, and live and die on this empty planet.

Or I could travel on this ship, get fucked by random ship-mates, and travel the universe. Either way, I was getting fucked.

“OK. I can do that. I can….have sex… if it means I can travel with you.”

“Good” The Captain replied with a small smile. “But I need proof. Ratslayer, pull down your trousers.”

The First Officer (apparently named ‘Ratslayer’) dropped his trousers (and underwear) to the deck. A thick erect cock sticking out.

“Suck yozgat escort it.” The Captain instructed.

I hesitated, staring at the manhood. I was mesmerised by the red bulbous tip.

“Did you see that other girl?” Captain Rosetta asked when I didn’t move. “The one who left crying? She was my first choice. Much better qualified than you. I offered her the same option. She refused. And so now I’m offering it to you. And if you don’t start sucking in ten seconds, I’ll throw you out like the last girl, and pull that young guy in instead. Do you think he will hesitate if I offer him my tits to lick? My pussy to fuck?”

I was frozen in place. Unable to move with the weight of the moment.

“Ten….Nine…”

My body finally moved before my brain understood. My legs bent down in front of the muscular man. His legs thick with muscles. And all the time that thick cock pointing at me.

“Seven….Six…”

I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and moved forward onto the manhood. It felt warm in my mouth and going back further than I ever expected.

“GOOD GIRL” the Captain said loudly. “But no need to go so deep. It’s not his birthday. Save the throat for later. Just suck it till I tell you to stop”

I opened my eyes as I focused on sucking on his dick. In truth, I’d never seen a man’s penis before. And here I was, sucking on one.

I wasn’t innocent to how babies were made. I lived on a farm. And I knew what adults do in the dark. I had two older sisters, married away, who explained things to me when my own wedding date was announced. But I was a good temple girl. I’d never been alone with a man, or a woman, in that way. I’d never touched a man’s dick before. And here I was, sucking a near-stranger’s cock. Sucking to change my life.

“A good test” The Captain said, breaking the moment “but not enough. I want to know one-hundred percent you’re with us. Stand up, come to my desk.”

I did so, letting the warm cock out of my mouth. I didn’t know if I was happy or sad to take the cock away from my lips.

Obeying the captain, I walked to her wooden desk.

“Now, put your hands on the desk, and bend over.”

I’d seen cows mate. I’d seen horses mate. And from the moment I bent over, I knew what was coming next.

‘Ratslayer’ pulled my traditional farm-worker’s dress up, and then my panties down. Something pushed inside of me, but it only took a moment to realise it was a finger.

“She’s wet, but she’s very tight boss. You sure?”

For the first time in the whole situation, the captain seemed surprised by something. She’d been so confident up to now.

“Are you a virgin?” She asked, a bit more kindly than before. Her face leaned in closer to me.

I just gave an ‘uh huh’.

The captain straightened back up. She walked over to her first-officer. His erect penis so close to my pussy I felt it brushing against me. I looked over my shoulder and watched as the captain spat on his cock.

“Then maybe IT IS your birthday, Ratslayer. Fuck her.”

Once more the first officer asked “Are you sure boss?” and I realised he was trying to protect me. There was a hidden kindness in his question.

The captain’s response had no care in it. “Ratslayer, I know you prefer the boys, but I’m sure you can manage.”

He grunted, and I looked away from the captain and the first officer. I looked at the brown wooden desk, and let the moment happen.

I felt his firm hands go to my hips. And his firm cock pushed at my entrance. My untaken pussy. I was tense, clenched in fear. Holding his member back.

“You can always leave” The captain’s voice whispered in my ear. “It’s not too late to go back to your family.”

That was the motivation I needed. I shook my head, and tried to relax.

I unclenched for only a second. That was all he needed. I felt the bulbous tip inside me. Then pushing more and more of himself into me. I could feel every vein on his cock. I felt it start to pull out, then push in harder again. His hips beginning to build a steady thrusting rhythm.

I don’t know if there was blood. I didn’t look back. I felt pain. But there was also a deep pleasure. A pleasure I never expected. And with every thrust from the gruff, muscular man, the pain became less, and the pleasure became more.

I don’t know how long it was. Maybe it was minutes. Maybe it was half an hour. I was lost in that moment. My virginity, traded to the first officer in exchange for my freedom from my old life. But eventually, the man behind me groaned. And I felt another new sensation.I closed my eyes as I felt each squirt of warm cum shooting inside me. His hips pushed hard against me, pushing his seed as deep as possible inside me. Eventually, I felt his cock leaving me, pulling out of my taken pussy.

I opened my eyes, and looked at the captain. Wanting to see what other tests she would have me do.

I watched her as she approached me, my still exposed pussy out in the open. She pushed two of her own fingers inside of me. I felt them curl up, then pull out again. Ratslayer’s cum on her fingers. The cum he placed inside of me.

She looked me straight in the eyes, and she licked the cum-covered fingers. She licked them clean. And she smiled.

“Welcome to my crew, Jenna Gravitas Reeds.” The Captain said with a twisted smile. “Signal the crew Ratslayer. We lift off in 10.”

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Against his base instinct, Yvain stopped himself from doing anything sexual with Nora in the morning.

First because she stayed up most of the night looking after all three of them as they trained and she needed the rest, and second because there was a lot that they had to get done today and anything could go wrong at any moment with two dragons.

“Pass me the butter,” Selt said to Roesia.

“Please?” she said and made no move for the requested item.

“Stop being–“

“Selt?” Nelimir said and the kid stopped himself.

With a sigh he said, “Please pass me the butter?”

Roesia did as asked with no more protest nor gloating and went back to eating her breakfast.

Elly had done both hers and Nora’s hair early in the morning as well as made sure that both their tails didn’t stand out too much from inside their clothing. Something that wasn’t too hard since Roesia was always wearing robes and Nora baggy clothing.

“Don’t forget to get her clothes,” Elly said, “With how many of mine you’ve torn I’ll need to do the same.”

“What do you mean I’ve torn? It was obviously Nora,” Yvain said.

“Was I the one who tore my pants off yesterday?” the goddess said with a smirk that made his knees weak.

“Stars don’t get that comfortable with us here,” Nelimir said without looking up from his plate.

Nora winced, her eyes widening toward Yvain almost telling him ‘what did I just say?’ and looked back into her own plate to continue eating.

“Forgive me,” she said quietly before Yvain burst out laughing.

He should have been embarrassed but seeing this goddess, who sometimes felt untouchable and ethereal, so flustered tickled him in unusual ways.

Nora pinched his leg as hard as she could, which didn’t have much of an effect on him, but he took the hint and calmed himself.

“We’ll make sure to get her at least a week’s worth,” he said in answer to Elly’s request.

“Don’t forget the bedframe,” Nora added as she took a bite of eggs.

“First we’ll bring you both the contact lenses and go to Cosmos,” Nelimir said. “Once that’s over with you’re all free to do what you must so long as you don’t stir up any trouble.” Their leader looked solely at Selt as he finished talking, but the kid didn’t show any sign or recognition as he stuffed his face.

They all continued to eat, but Yvain would look at his master from time to time. Then he would look to Roesia and feel himself get hard. He would look at Nora too, just to enjoy the act, but at some points the memory of what he experienced yesterday would resurface.

During all of it he kept asking himself one question over and over, should he tell them that he and Nora were a couple now? It should have been an easy, inconsequential thing, but knowing how his master felt about him and what she might feel when she found out gave him pause. Not because he had any feelings for her besides camaraderie and friendship, but because he didn’t want to hurt her.

And Roesia, what was he supposed to do about her?

Just ignore her, Yvain told himself. He couldn’t be the first man that found another woman attractive while being with another. That’s all it was. It didn’t mean he would betray Nora.

As for his master… Yvain looked at Elly again.

“Spit it out,” she suddenly said.

Yvain winced and thought of feigning ignorance, but his master was looking straight at him.

“I didn’t train a coward, did I?” she said with a raised eyebrow.

Yvain gave an internal sigh. How was it more difficult to go through with hurting her feelings, than it was hurting her physically? Stars he already did the latter willingly, and he’d do it again, just how she’d do the same.

I guess I shouldn’t be a hypocrite, he thought.

“Nora and I are a couple now,” he said. “Have been since yesterday.”

“Ah,” was all Elly said before she went back to eating.

Nora excitedly hugged his arm tighter than usual and rested her head against his shoulder.

“Congratulations,” Nelimir said, but he didn’t look much different than before.

Neither did Roesia who only said, “Congrats,” before concentrating on her plate again.

Selt just kept stuffing his face.

Yvain felt disappointed, in a way. He didn’t expect a party, but neither did he expect such a weak reaction. But maybe that was for the best, and none of them seemed against it. He had prepared himself to at least receive some type of lecture from their leader and masked frustration from Elly.

With relief in his belly, Yvain joined the rest in finishing his breakfast.

———-

“Why in the stars are they doing this now?” Yvain asked no one in particular.

It had taken the group around half an hour to reach Triven on foot, since they parked the carriage far from prying eyes between some trees.

Elly, Nelimir, and Yvain currently walked through town while Roesia and Nora waited in the carriage for them to come back with their items. Selt had broken off from the group as soon as he went zonguldak escort out the door, rushing to stars know where.

“I’m sure she’ll…” Nelimir began when a child ran by him joyously laughing while holding what was supposed to be a kite in the shape of monster entrails, “…understand.”

Elly remained indifferent to the spectacle taking place around them as they headed for the information center that was a straight shot away from the gates to the town. Though some people were clearly staring at her from afar as her build and height made her stand out like a beacon in the night.

“Understand what?” Selt asked as he appeared out of nowhere.

“Isn’t it obvi-, oh stars help me Selt,” Yvain said.

The kid was holding a balloon instead of a kite, this one taking the shape of a misconfigured, black heart.

“Hey!” Selt said as Yvain grabbed the item and popped it with his hands.

“How dare you!” the kid said and was about to jump on Yvain when Nelimir stopped him.

“I’ll buy you something else later Selt,” he said. “Just nothing related to this sick festival.”

The kid looked at their leader curiously, “Anything I want?”

“Anything inside my means,” Nelimir said, which seemed to be enough to calm Selt down.

Triven was currently celebrating what was called ‘Day of Terrors’ a week early. It actually lasted for a whole week, but ‘Week of Terrors’ just didn’t sound as catchy.

It was a religious event that took place on the last seven days of every month, celebrating the protection that their god offered against the evils and monsters that resided outside of Great Divider. Thanks to his efforts everyone could live in paradise with the ease of mind that nothing would ever go wrong.

In a way the theology was right. All those who became soldiers or members of Cosmos understood by implication that everything outside of their world was madness on more concrete terms than their citizen counterparts.

The degree of said madness blurred itself between the ranks though, as the lower one was, the less information they were given. And while he and the everyday guard or soldier might not be a citizen, they weren’t that far off.

But Yvain agreed that they lived in paradise. He might not be sure of what was outside of Empryon, nonetheless he was certain that there would be no neatly paved streets. No freshly painted and maintained houses. No tables filled with good food for every family. No education for every child and adult. And much less at the cost of nothing except existing.

It could be said that even the people from the little village they had visited a couple of days back lived lavishly. They had their place in the totem pole, but they never lacked basic needs. And if they did, those were quickly met when brough to the attention of those with power in Allsworth.

But all this in itself is where the problem lay. How could they live in paradise? What made them different? Was this type of living sustainable? Apparently, no one cared to ask themselves these questions. No one but Nelimir and those who chose to listen, which weren’t that many.

As for Yvain, he didn’t care either way. At first it was only a hunch he wanted to delve into and investigate, but it had already been confirmed by Nora that Empryon wasn’t all there was to life.

Yet… he still didn’t want her to see this shameless display.

The group paved their way through throngs of happy children and adults making merry underneath colorful depictions of death and streets decorated with mannequins of abominations everyone could attack with their makeshift weapons. Some people, including patrolling soldiers, had also chosen to wear costumes and playfully act the part of monsters.

Yvain watched on in embarrassment. None of this was supposed to take place until next week. What would Nora think when she saw all this? Sure, it was just a matter of time considering where she was… but that didn’t make it any easier.

They arrived at their destination. A building holding all manners of macabre decorations– these being ‘monster’ organs for the most part.

The spear-holding guard nearby was covered in dark paint with fake sharp teeth.

“Wait here,” Elly said.

“Don’t forget to ask where the Cosmos branch is,” Nelimir said.

Elly nodded before going into the building.

“Do we even need to dress them up at this point?” Yvain asked.

“Better safe than sorry,” Nelimir said.

Selt ran off toward a kind looking vendor giving away wooden swords and grabbed one. The kid came back running, but instead of joining the duo, he went toward the guard and began to imitate clumsy attacks.

The guard could have easily fended them off, but instead he quickly hunched his back and began to give weird growls as he scratched at Selt and shuffled around like a monkey.

“Did you ever join the festivities as a kid? Nelimir asked.

“Never,” Yvain said. Most of his childhood fethiye escort was spent training with Elly, there was no time to play around. Though even if there had been, she made clear that he wasn’t allowed to participate. Not that he even wanted too. Even as a kid he found the spectacle disturbing.

Nelimir laughed, “I wish I could say the same.”

“You were quite the indoctrinated princeling when we first met,” Yvain said while giving his friend a side glance and keeping an eye on Selt.

“Don’t remind me,” Nelimir said with discomfort.

If anyone could be called a leader in Humanism, it’d be his family. They were the ones building places of worship, organizing the biggest events, recruiting those willing to dedicate their lives to the propagation of humanity’s sacred word.

When Yvain first met him, he was the role model everyone looked up to as the purest form of theology. Only through their meeting and Haradriel’s arrival did he begin to change.

The solider Selt had been attacking was finally ‘vanquished’ and choked on invisible blood as his body fell dramatically.

Selt stood over him triumphant, a small group of children cheering a bit farther away.

“You aren’t wrong though,” Nelimir said. “And if I managed to shift my views, then there’s hope for every citizen.”

“There is, we’ll just need to get everyone their own elf,” Yvain said and elbowed his friend with a grin.

“If only it were that easy,” Nelimir laughed lightly. “Maybe have them mingle with dragons instead.”

“That one might be a bit more difficult,” Yvain said. Elves were one thing, but Nora’s race looked too different for the everyday human to accept easily.

“I guess we’ll just need to stick to good old diplomacy and treaties,” Nelimir said.

“And maybe a bit of force,” Yvain said as he eyed the group of kids that was cheering Selt on join him to mock-attack another guard, this one much bigger than the last one.

They were only being facetious. The truth of the matter was that Nelimir had no say in whatever stood for politics in Empryon. And even if he did, he would probably just be a powerless puppet like the rest of his family.

It was never clear who exactly was in control. In the higher ranks one could see that a lot of things just…happened. It could even be said that resources simply fell out of the sky and no one knew from which cloud.

Elly exited the information center.

“Here are the directions,” she said and handed a piece of paper to Nelimir. “I’m going to go get my arm checked out.”

“I’ll go with you,” Yvain said quickly, Roesia’s admonishments ringing in his ears. It wouldn’t take long anyway.

“Aw, are you worried for little old me?” Elly said with a singsong voice and fluttering eyelashes, putting a hand on her chest. She then switched back to her normal self. “Save it, go get your girlfriend’s contacts.”

Without waiting for an answer, Yvain’s master walked around them and left through the crowd, most doing their best to make way for her.

“I guess she’s still unhappy about Nora joining,” Nelimir said and opened the piece of paper before beginning to walk. “Let’s go Selt!”

“Yeah,” Yvain said. Though the real reason was probably him finally revealing that he and Nora were official, not the goddess joining their guild. Or maybe it was just a combination of both?

The kid yelled his goodbyes to the children he was playing with before running back, still holding his sword.

Festivities were in full swing. Some nuns, dressed in their customary guimpes, veils, and robes, walked around the streets helping wherever they could–setting up tables in front of different restaurants, since noon was fast approaching, cleaning the messes children made as best they could, or enjoying the revelries going on around them.

“By the way, don’t you think you might be moving a bit too fast?” Nelimir asked.

Here we go, Yvain thought. He knew it had been too easy.

Yvain looked at his friend, “Do you think I am?”

“You and Nora,” Nelimir began, making sure that no one was listening, though it’d be impossible through the loud crowd around them, “you’ve only known each other for less than a week. You’re human. She’s a dragon, an empress, a mother, and a goddess to boot. I don’t want to discourage you from aiming high, and I believe she’ll be pivotal in our coming struggles. But stars Yvain, you’re sturdily planting your feet on quite the mountain.”

“And I plan on staying there,” he said.

“Hey, I respect that. And I don’t know you to do things half-way.” Nelimir said. “Just be aware that things between you two will very easily go south more likely than not, be it by outside or inside forces.”

“Jeez thanks for the vote of confidence,” Yvain said trying to keep his voice on a joking tone.

His friend’s words hit him, whether he’d like to admit it or not.

He pushed for Nora to join their guild. Nelimir did the same. But the alanya escort reality was that she was from a completely different world than them and had massive responsibilities she needed to hold up.

Yvain was just beginning his journey. Could she be a part of it? The question stung because the odds were clearly stacked against him. But he already decided she’d always be his, and no one would get in his way of that. For now, though, they needed to concentrate on getting Charlotte back. When that time came, he would look at where the pieces stood and plan accordingly.

“Just something to keep in mind,” Nelimir said with a friendly pat on Yvain’s back.

When the trio finally arrived at the pharmacy, a line extended out of it and onto the street.

“I’m not going through that that,” Selt said with trepidation.

Yvain sighed, “‘Day of Terrors just had to take place this week, didn’t it?”

“Well, I’m not doing it by myself,” Nelimir said with a laugh. “You can go do whatever you want Selt, just don’t stray too far. You’re with me Yvain.”

“Of course I am,” Yvain said as he hung his head.

“Don’t whine so much,” Nelimir said. “Why am I even holding this?” he asked himself and handed the piece of paper with the directions to Yvain. “We’re doing this for your girlfriend.”

“Roesia too you know, and Nora is also part of the guild, remember?” Yvain said in an accusing tone, but his friend just laughed.

Pyros was high in the sky once they managed to reach about halfway. Every costumer that left would be carrying bags or wearing a new pair of eyes. Some of different color, others of different shape, and a few that were of different color and shape. All for the sake of the festivities.

“Seriously why even do this, they’ll fit right in,” Yvain said, wiping his sweaty brow.

“This event won’t last forever, it’ll be good to have them handy,” Nelimir said.

Can’t argue with that, Yvain thought as he tried to entertain himself by looking at his surroundings for the hundredth time.

“Roar!” A nun jumped out of his right side with her hands shaped like claws. She was wearing a mask that was supposed to be an oni–one of the ‘monsters’ those at the top of Humanism came up with. It was pretty fearsome with its sneer, blood-red skin, and horns. Unfortunately, the woman wearing it literally said the word ‘roar’ with her high-pitched voice instead of growling, not that that would have helped.

“Can I help you?” Yvain asked.

“Rooooaaaar!” the nun yelled, coming closer to him and raising her hands to his face, as if she was about to scratch him.

“Um…” Yvain looked to Nelimir but his friend just shrugged and shook his head.

The nun stared at him from behind the mask for a bit longer until her arms fell in defeat along with her head.

“I don’t know what I was expecting,” the nun said as she took her mask off.

“Saya!” Yvain said and immediately picked the woman up in a tight embrace.

Saya giggled as she returned the hug, “I missed you.”

With all the nuns that were running around the place, he shouldn’t be surprised that his childhood friend would be among them. Though it was quite the coincidence that she would be in Triven specifically.

“It’s nice to see you, Saya,” Nelimir said.

“Likewise,” she said as Yvain set her down. “Are you guys still running around causing trouble?”

“You could say that,” Yvain said with a grin.

“I want to know every detail,” Saya said grabbing onto his hands with a skip in her step. “Stars know I haven’t seen any of you since…” she paused and looked at both Yvain and Nelimir before giving an awkward smile.

“Since Nelimir’s asshole dad banished us?” Yvain said with a laugh.

“It’s alright Saya, what happened didn’t come as a surprise to any of us,” Nelimir said. “We even welcome the fact.”

“I still think it was unjust,” Saya frowned. “We’re supposed to help those around us understand the realities of our existence, not discard them to fend for themselves.”

Oh boy, Yvain thought. If someone could be considered more devout than teenage Nelimir, it was Saya.

“By the way what’s with the mask?” he asked, wanting to steer the topic away from another clash between their and Saya’s ideals.

“Oh!” she said and looked at the oni mask as if she had forgotten about it. “Isn’t it neat? I thought it was positively terrifying and perfect to help the children muster up their courage.”

“By letting them attack you?” Nelimir said with a chuckle.

“It is a bit painful to have so many of them come at me,” Saya said and rubbed her arm as she sighed.

“How about you take a break then?” Yvain asked. “Once we’re finished here, we’ll grab the rest and have lunch.”

“That sounds wonderful!” Saya said with a bright smile. “Are Elly and Roesia around?”

“They are,” Yvain said. “We also have two new members, though we still need to fill out the papers for–“

Suddenly Nelimir grabbed his arm and jerked him back. His friend gave Saya a disarming smile as she looked at both men with worry.

“Just a moment, I remembered something extremely important, guild business,” he said.

Saya visibly relaxed and said, “I need to meet up with my sisters and see what the plans are for this afternoon anyway. How about we find each other at the information center in about an hour?”

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******

The two monks had returned from the Dream State, thrilled that they were successful in freeing their remaining brothers, only to find out that Amber had been kidnapped by a pack of wolves led by an armored humanoid wolf. Bree had almost been captured as well, but she had been saved by Amber while Dragus was occupied fighting the entire pack.

The dragon had found Bree, too weak to move, and as he assisted her, he came to realize that the lesser succubus had vanished. By the time Dragus had delivered the Kitsune to the cave to be watched by Blake and Emilia, he had lost the humanoid wolf’s scent.

Athan was furious, but understood the dragon’s concerns of leaving the two monks unprotected in their meditation trance. Now that he stood awake, however, he urged them to rescue Amber. His plea had been met with sadness from the dragon, who said that if they rushed to face the demon blindly and unprepared, they would do more harm than good.

Bree also would need time to recover. As they prepared, she wanted to help, and repay her debt to Amber. So the group stayed behind with Blake and his ranger, staying at the mouth of the cave while the rest remained two chambers deep. The kitsune rested by the fire as Dragus helped Yshomatsu focus his mind, in an effort to bring his dream’s draconic form to life.

Athanatos paced the cavern floor, worried about the woman he had mixed feelings for. She had risked her life to save him, shouldn’t he be doing the same right now for her? The dragon had tried to get him to attempt changing forms, but he wouldn’t have it. The idea of morphing into another creature felt too strange and foreign for him.

The elder monk had his eyes scrunched shut as sweat ran down his face. Changing inside the dream had been so easy. Why did he struggle so much now?

“You’re thinking too much. Empty your mind and picture the form you wissh.” Dragus spoke in his deep lizard voice that echoed within the cave.

That made sense. In the dream he had chuckled as his former student struggled to fly and hadn’t thought anything of it. He just lifted up into the air as if he weighed nothing at all. The next few breaths were spent emptying his mind, allowing the tension in his body to relax. A tingling sensation formed on his skin. Dragus watched with pride as the monk’s pale skin began to blend into a deep red, scaled hide.

The monk opened his eyes and saw the world in a different light. He was still humanoid, but had gained scaled armor and dragon eyes with a long forked tongue that flicked out to taste the air, which caused the larger dragon to laugh. Yshomatsu’s body had buffed up with strong muscles and two spots on his back itched and felt like something tried to rip itself out of his skin. The monk’s mouth elongated as his teeth sharpened.

The change was coming, much differently than in the dream. This felt more real, and hurt. His shoulders started to hunch over as his upper body weight became too much to bear. Falling down onto all fours, his body grew in size until he became a miniature crimson version of Dragus. The monk’s long neck tiled his head up to look upon the larger reptile.

“That is enough for now. Focuss on your true sself and change back. Once you get ussed to the processs we’ll go farther.” The monk’s head nodded— feeling his scaled neck shake with the movement— afraid to hear his voice with the new tongue. The dragon watched as the monk returned to his normal self and suggested he take a break and rest with the kitsune.

His large head scanned the room, to find Athan had wondered off. The dragon headed out of the chamber, hoping to find him with the others. Yet with no luck finding Athan, he decided to wait there, instead, and discuss details of the knight’s role in the days to come.

Sir Blake would gather his people’s army and march north, hopefully faring better than General Titus had. The freed monks would be striking from every other direction.

The plan sounded simple enough. Keep the demon distracted, while they flew right into the eye of the storm and dealt with her. Dragus hoped he wasn’t too rusty with his years in isolation. It was a sturdy plan, assuming the monks could adapt their draconic powers into resisting the seductress.

******

Yshomatsu laid down beside his lover and caressed her warm gümüşhane escort skin. Basking by the fire had warmed her entire body, and it felt great as he embraced her in his arms. The monk rested his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes. With each breath he breathed in her pleasant scent. A nap sounded like a good idea.

Bree rubbed her hip against the erection he didn’t even realize had grown. Just being in her presence was enough to put him in the mood. Yet knowing how weak she was, he wouldn’t act on his impulses. The purr she made didn’t help his resolve.

He calmly whispered, “You need rest.”

“I need this,” came her weak reply as her hand rubbed against his pants.

He looked into her pleading eyes and found he couldn’t deny her wish. If she needed him and was too weak to move, he’d just have to pamper her, spoil her rotten!

The monk lightly kissed at her neck as his right hand traced designs on her skin, pressing delicately into her warm flesh, kissing lower until his tongue circled her hard nipple, mouth closing in to nibble. The kitsune moaned weakly as his hand traveled lower along her thighs, teasingly close but never quite touching her sex. The anticipation had coated her thighs, yet she remained still, allowing him to explore her body.

Deep down, he wondered how long he could last before the demonic influence rendered him useless. She’d be too weak to carry on without him, as the demon finished taking over his mind. She’d just have enjoy it while it lasted.

Ysho continued to kiss and lick her breast as his hand circled ever closer to the wet slit between her legs. Her hips bucked as he pulled his hands away, continuing his tease. The frustrated moan didn’t go unnoticed as he smiled and began to plant a series of kisses down her abdomen. He propped himself up between her legs as his head traveled further down her lower abs, hands caressing her sides and hips.

Bree had expected him to dive right in and end her torment, but he had other plans. His kisses continued along the same path his hands had taken, circling but never touching her wet, dripping sex. His tongue elongated and forked as he licked her inner thighs, getting within centimeters of her clit.

This time her frustrated sigh had more pleasure in it as her body shook and muscles flexed. A small amount of juice splashed onto his tongue. The monk closed his eyes and savored the taste. He had made her cum without touching her slit. Enough teasing however. Her taste whet his appetite. The long forked tongue slid over her sex in one long and stretched out lick, causing her back to arch.

The next lick pressed against her harder as it parted her lips, sliding within momentarily. One of his arms circled around her arched hips and pulled her tighter into his face, while the other caressed its way up to squeeze a tit lovingly. His tongue lapped at her repeatably, getting deeper with each lick before sliding deep within her. The long organ slithered and undulated, causing her eyes to bulge wide, her voice caught in her throat in a voiceless cry of pleasure.

Bree had never imagined it would go this far, and hoped against all hope that it would last forever!

The kitsune’s body tensed up in another, more powerful orgasm that gushed onto his face. That amazing tongue of his retracted as his lips sealed around her clit and his cheeks hollowed out as he sucked hard. Her voiceless cry ended in a loud squeal as her hands shot to grab his head, pulling him tighter, suffocating him. The action caught him off guard as he didn’t believe she had that much strength at the moment. Had he known, he would have taken a deeper breath!

Oddly enough, even as his lungs began to burn, he found himself sucking harder and flicking his tongue against her clit. She truly had needed this and he felt overjoyed to provide endless pleasure, even as his vision began to blur and eyes started to water.

Before he had been in danger of passing out, her body went limp and relaxed, hands falling to her sides. He detached himself and gasped for breath before diving right back in. She whimpered approvingly and smiled. It didn’t take nearly as long this time to have her quivering and shaking in another earth-shattering climax.

Her hands eagerly pulled his body up as she whimpered weakly. He assumed she wanted to rest and planted a trail of kisses up her to her lips. Her hands however slid down his body as she met his lips with great need, a hand sliding into his pants and firmly squeezing his erection, emphasizing her desires.

Without a moment to lose, his clothing was removed and his thick member rested against her puffed up nether lips. Ysho lightly rubbed his length along her sex as he gazed questioningly at her, wanting to make sure she wanted it.

“Please!”

Her strength seemed to come and go with each orgasm. Nonetheless he tentatively eased the tip between her hatay escort tight lips and pressed ever so softly. His slow pace caused her hands to snap up, slapping his ass before gripping hard and pulling. Her body had had enough foreplay. She needed to be fucked!

His entire length slid within her soaking wet pussy, all the way to the hilt, with one pull of her hands. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips, having finally been filled. The monk enjoyed the sensation of her inner walls squeezing against him before pulling out slowly, until only the tip remained. The slow action caused her to chuckle as her tired mind attempted to form another way to signal she needed…

“Uhh!” She cried out in bliss as he drove back in hard, exactly what she had wanted. Yet he pulled out slow again, completely driving her nuts! He repeated the process four more times, pulling out slow, hanging there and driving in hard. Her hands scratched their way up his smooth, hairless back as her legs circled around his waist, interlocking her ankles.

Sinister laughter filled his head as a familiar voice broke through the fog of his mind. The presence caused him to pause after his next deep thrust. But before it could take hold and glaze over his eyes he remembered the succubus encounter inside the dream. Instantly a brick wall rose around his mind, blocking Meridiana out. He heard scratching nails but mentally blocked that out as well.

‘Denied!’ He thought to himself victoriously.

The pleasure coursing through his body as Bree’s nails raked up his spine, almost sent him over the edge. Her sex gripped him like a glove as her legs tightened, holding him deep within her. The pain from her nails digging into his back mixed with the pleasure of her gushing climax, inner walls milking him for everything they were worth. It was all too much as his body tensed up along with hers and the dam broke.

They both laid there with dreamy eyes as sleep overtook them. That had been exactly what she needed. The realization that he hadn’t drifted away at any point, didn’t go unnoticed, before her eyes shut.

If she had known how close he had come to falling into that trap she would have been even more impressed that he stayed in the moment with her.

******

Athanatos wandered deep into the cavern tunnels. He had snuck out while his mentor attempted to become a dragon. It wasn’t a lack of interest. He just couldn’t take his mind off of Amber. Pacing around the room gave him a headache, simply from the stress.

He just had to get out of there, and a walk would do him good. That’s all he had planned, a simple walk to pass the time. The green night vision glow of his eyes solved the problem of not bringing a torch along. That would have brought attention to him, and most likely, a lecture of patience. His night vision was one of the tricks he did feel comfortable using.

The cavern tunnel twisted and turned as he wandered aimlessly through the stone halls filled with sharp edges and a shallow layer of water at his feet. The floor felt oddly soothing as he dragged his feet through the mud.

Meanwhile his mind had drifted off, imagining the horrible torture Amber was going through, all because of him. The binding spell he had forced onto her had also forced her to disobey countless orders. He couldn’t imagine what the powerful and evil succubus would do to the one he liked. She had confessed her love for him, but he didn’t know if demons could love, or if it had just been the binding spell, forcing her to protect her ‘master.’

He had been so distracted that he didn’t notice the pair of eyes reflecting back at him. His night vision glow caused just enough light for the creature’s eyes to shine back. He was so worried for a woman he wasn’t even sure how he felt about, that the world around him just drifted on by.

He wasn’t alone!

Those small eyes watched him curiously as he slowly walked by, dragging his feet. The shine vanished as the monk’s glowing eyes passed out of view. The creature began to follow, and had soon been joined by another. They stood about waist high and their mouths began to salivate. He smelled good.

Athan stopped suddenly when he heard chittering behind him. Slowly he turned.

At first he thought it was simply his imagination, since he wasn’t paying attention and had just been walking slowly along. But as he turned and watched water trickle down the cavern walls, two short shapes caught his eyes – two waist-high, humanoid, scaled shapes with tails and rows of sharp teeth. As he gazed upon them, their eyes shone like bright suns. How could he have missed them before?

The monk’s first thought had been that these looked like lizard people, quite possibly Dragus’ offspring. But the thought never had time to fully form before the two licked their hungry lips and pounced, claws and teeth sank into his flesh. He fought to remove the two over ısparta escort grown lizards from his body but they wouldn’t budge. Jabs and punches to their guts only caused their jaws to clamp down harder. He attempted to spin around and fling them off, to no avail.

In the off chance these were related to the dragon he didn’t want to kill them. And so his fight had been reduced to attempting to pry them off. The one to his right was higher up, biting at his shoulder, so its tail was in reach. Athan pulled hard and caused the beast to yelp and thankfully release its jaws. The monk flung it against the cavern wall, hitting its head and stunning it.

Now that he had both hands to deal with the one gnawing at his leg, the monk reached down and attempted to pry its jaws loose. When that didn’t work, he reluctantly poked the thing’s eyes, trying not to deal permanent damage. The short creature cried loudly as it ran away.

Athan quickly looked at his surroundings. Each direction looked the same, with no land marks or anything to point out. He really had been wandering aimlessly, hadn’t he?

A sweet sounding voice reached his ears.

“Are you lost, little morsel?”

The voice sounded very reptilian, yet clearly spoke unlike Dragus. She also didn’t sound very large. Unlike the cavern chambers they found the large dragon in these tunnels were much smaller.

Athan turned around, expecting to be attacked like before, but he was alone. A different, more silky voice filled his mind.

“You’re never alone, my sweet.”

That voice sounded vaguely familiar, and made him think of the color green. He didn’t get a chance to contemplate it, however, as he heard skittering from above. The monk’s nerves rose as his heart raced. Slowly he looked up, to see a larger and very feminine humanoid lizard staring down at him.

The claw and bite marks still stung, but they didn’t slow him down. Athan bolted forward, not caring which direction he picked. The lizard woman followed him from above, closing in on him fast. That silky voice inside his head laughed.

It sounded like the silky seductive voice of the green haired, green skinned succubus, whose name couldn’t come to mind at the moment. Athan pushed his limbs to their limit and forced himself to run faster- eager to get away from her presence. The added speed placed a gap between the lizard woman.

However, the farther he ran, the more he realized he had indeed run the wrong way. The rock walls became more structured and resembled old ruins, rather than a cave. A moldy musky smell filled his nostrils and made him want to sneeze. The floor had the same thin layer of water and mud, only here he could see many three toed foot steps. The lizard-folk must call this place home.

With a cautious look behind he realized he had lost the one chasing him. He could keep running or turn back, but curiosity made him want to explore. Having been alive for over a hundred years only to find out there’s a whole other world out there? It truly felt like a shocking revelation.

Dragons were real, dangers lurked inside the dream world, and now lizard folk. What else was out there that he didn’t know of?

The tunnel made way to a straight hallway. Rock appeared to have been carved, as if someone had been uncovering the ruins and had stopped here. Athan ran his hand over the new smooth surface and found himself amazed at its craftsmanship. The ‘new’ hallway was larger than the cave’s tunnel. It opened up a couple feet in every direction.

As the monk admired the stonework he began to wonder what else was hidden inside the walls of the cave he had come from. The dragon’s massive cavern could be an amazing amphitheater or other large chamber lost to time.

Further down the hallway split into three more identical hallways. He picked one at random and kept walking until he found a side room. It had a tattered wooden door that hardly held itself together. The door creaked loudly as he slowly pushed it open.

A strong musk of death poured over him as the door opened, causing him to gag and turn away. Before he closed the door, he heard chittering that he assumed was their way of talking to each other. He must have made more noise than he realized when he gagged and coughed at the horrible smell. He groaned quietly, not sure if he’d want to risk hiding out in the open just to avoid the room.

He tilted his head and shrugged, letting out a sigh as he reluctantly moved into the room. There was a table with countless body parts of some animal— at least he hoped they were from an animal— that were chewed to the bone with bits of meat and fat left over. It truly looked disgusting and he didn’t want to touch anything, so he closed the door and stood next to it, peering out one of the many cracks and holes.

Thumping foot steps in the mud rushed down the hall. He saw a rather large lizard man and a shorter one stop just were he had been standing. They smelled around and he realized they were searching for him. His scent must be strong from running and it would seem the reek of death in the room threw them off. The only problem was that there were no other rooms around. Both lizard men had on primitive, torn rags and the large one had white scars on his face that contrasted his deeply grey skin.

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Evangeline’s brow scrunched, and her face creased ever so slightly in time with the approaching noise.

*Clomp–Clomp–Clomp*

He better not –

A sharp metallic crack echoed out from the other side of the lobby’s main doors.

“Eh, it’ll buff out!” A muffled but gruff voice announced.

The dragoness’ eye twitched, but she forced a smile as the doors before her parted with a rush of steam, revealing the source of the fuss.

“Officer Kintrax. So pleased to see you!” She called out. Her eyes briefly flickered between the perfectly polished white tiles of the lobby and the heavy mechanical foot that looked more like a hoof made from a car engine than an actual foot, that was just about to touch down within the station’s premises. He was dressed in a sharp black shirt with oversized cuffs, a pair of tough-looking black combats, and an armoured waistcoat, thick with metal and stamped with one of the RMD’s emblems; a gold-laced dragon wing, with several golden bullet holes through its membrane.

And, of course, the Kintrax trademark look – a single black boot for his single organic foot.

“So formal! We’re all friends here! Theo is fine, Evangeline!” He smiled a smile that was all too wide and all too knowing. His walk had a sway of confidence to it, if a bit of an odd gait.

“Of course. How could I forget? So! What brings you to my humble little station without so much as a day’s notice?” Evanageline gripped her hands tightly behind her back and spun to walk side-by-side with Theo as he strode towards the huge, semi-circular, brilliant white front desk in the middle of the lobby. He was gunning for the small bowl of sweets with increasing vigour.

Evangaline herself was clad in her usual affair, styling a long white lab coat and suit underneath, with a deep blue hue to the fabric.

Within seconds, the rhargnorn had unpeeled a couple of chocolates and was munching on them loudly, turning back to face Evangaline’s unflinching demeanour with chocolate-covered teeth.

“Inspection time, as requested by Commander Koa!” He pulled what was once a neatly folded, but now a scrunched-up mess of a letter, bearing the same RMD logo in the header, out of one of his trouser pockets and thrust it towards Evangeline. “Gotta see what you egg-heads are up to! Make sure you’re following all the laws and decrees, as set by our wondrous and ever-generous royal family!”

“Mhmm, so -“

“- Now, an inspection is when your place of work is investigated – a term defined as examining something and putting it under great scrutiny, – to ensure that it is following lawful conduct.” Theo interrupted passionately, puffing his chest out. Despite standing a full head shorter than her, his gaze remained absolutely fixed to her icey, emotionless eyes. “In order to ensure your safety, and everyone else’s aboard this Draconic Alliance XITD, or ‘Xeno Threat, Investigation and Dismissal’ regional headquarters, I will leave absolutely no stone unturned.”

There was a brief silence as Theo grinned at Evangeline, waiting for her to speak. The dragoness’ gaze intensified, and she opened her mouth, taking the bait. As expected, Theo immediately continued to speak the moment her throat began to creak the slightest hint of a word.

“I can understand, you being head of this facility and all, that you must be feeling some pressure from this sudden visit. Well, rest assured, any complaints you have about the process will be duly noted and passed on to my superior, Commander Koa, for action. In the meantime, as long as you’ve been following protocol, everything should be dandy! Shall we?”

He gestured towards and started to make his way over to the entrance leading to the E-labs, which were protected by a heavy security door and guarded by a single soldier (as most of the labs were), but not before grabbing another handful of chocolates from the bowl.

“Of course. Thank you for your wonderful description of a workplace investigation, consider any doubts I may have had clarified! I will need to escort you through the high clearance labs, but I cleared my schedule this morning the second we got your communication, so that should be no issue at all.” Evangeline spoke with a perfectly practised enthusiasm, perfectly mirroring Theo’s exaggerated tone. “I take these inspections very seriously, and I can’t wait to see the outcome!”

“How brilliant! Your cooperation is expected, but still greatly appreciated!” The two began their journey together with equally forced smiles, walking through the pristine bowels of the space station together. The occasional scrape of Theo’s mechanical tail against the station’s floors and walls would make the dragoness vibrate with frustration, but there was little to be done about it; she knew he was trying to antagonise her.

“Provided all your reports have been correct, I imagine this is going to be a quick visit.” Theo unwrapped another chocolate and popped it into his mouth, and continued to talk whilst chewing.

“Excellent. izmir escort Then it shall be a quick visit.”

“Glad you think so. I’d love it to be quick too. Would be a real shame if I were to, say, stumble upon a prisoner who hadn’t been declared and was being mistreated as a scientific object instead of a living being.”

“That would be awful.” Evangeline agreed, nodding her head solemnly.

“It would. Would be worse if the prisoner in question was a czarite, too. Considering that czarites have been leaving the DA in droves lately, and the royal family has seen fit to declare all czarites as true draconic citizens to try and encourage them to return, regardless of their place of origin -“

“- A true horror, that would be -“

“- Which means that a nomadic czarite would still be fully protected by DA law, despite not originating from DA space, which means any form of non-consensual practice – including study and research, irrespective of any medical conditions they may or may not have – would be absolutely illegal and punishable by the maximum extent of the czarite protection decree. Which carries a title stripping and a prison sentence of up to one-hundred and fifty years.”

“As it should. I’m so very glad you’re fully up to date on your royal decrees, Theo; a true hero to the empire!”

“So, naturally, the discovery of a mistreated or falsely imprisoned czarite would be utterly disastrous for everyone involved. Does any of that… ring a bell, Evangeline…?”

“Not a single word of it.”

Theo’s grin dropped off his face as he turned his head back briefly to glare at the dragoness.

“Well maybe it fuckin’ should!” He growled, ceasing the polite act suddenly and turning back to face the first lab on their journey. “You think you’re gonna get away with this? You’re not. I’m gonna find that girl, and if I can’t find her, I’m gonna sweat it out of your fuckin’ lackeys here. One of them is gonna fold, I know it.”

“Girl? Theo, I don’t know what you’re referring to, but I can assure you that the primary project work the station has been engaged with has been done on the back of a corpse, recovered from the truly tragic incident at Barru X!”

“And that corpse is located where…?” Theo hissed, unimpressed.

“Destroyed. I ordered its incineration just two days ago, as the station reports detail.”

“Well. We’ve reviewed your reports versus some external survivor accounts about the incident, as you so casually put it, and something ain’t right. Someone is concealing something.”

Despite his sudden change in demeanour, Evangeline remained completely calm, and continued to guide the dragon down the identical, stainless white corridors of the station. Shortly, they arrived at the first lab.

The security doors parted to reveal E-lab 1, where a team of XITD scientists were hard at work. Currently, they were analysing a selection of unknown AI hardware, discovered on the edge of the DA border. The head scientist was carefully dissecting a brilliant platinum-coloured drone, and another was recording their discoveries. This team included Scyler, who was standing close to the door, watching and idly and making notes. Upon seeing Theo enter however, he quickly went to shy away, attempting to hide his face behind his notepad, but the sapphire rhargnorn spotted him instantly.

“Speaking of! Here is the hero of Barru X, everyone! You trying to hide from me there, Scyler?” Theo announced loudly, quickly trudging over to the lizard and wrapping a thick arm around his shoulders. The entire team stopped what they were doing and watched closely, as an awkward silence overtook the lab.

“…Oh, shucks, I’m no hero, Theo!” Scyler feigned, getting some quiet laughs from the others.

“Hell yeah you are, bro. Let’s talk about your incredible mission! The way you manipulated that mentally- ill czarite into attacking a station full of unprepared nomads really screams the word ‘hero,’ doesn’t it? And to think, that station nearly had a normal day without you there! Good thing you were there, fucking about in nomad space after losing your entire RMD field-team just a few days prior, instead of coming home as ordered, isn’t it?!”

“I mean -“

“- No-no, it’s your turn to shut-the-fuck-up now.” Theo uttered the words in the same way a parent might talk to a toddler. He brought his face close to Scyler’s, still with his arm clamped strongly around the smaller male’s shoulders. “I lost friends on that mission you led. I had to look into their children’s eyes and tell them that daddy wouldn’t be coming home this time, all because of you. I was there at your trial, too. You got so very, very lucky. Oh! I was also a huge fan of the way you lured the very same ultra-class psyker who killed the squads, to Barru X! Very brave of you. Naturally, you died heroically trying to help stop a completely accidental situation that you directly caused, right? Saving innocent lives from the kahramanmaraş escort hell you brought to their fucking door – OH WAIT! You’re standing here, in front of me, healthy, paid and free to do whatever you fucking want.” Theo suddenly pushed him away and Scyler stumbled back slightly. Theo turned to face the rest of the team, marching into the middle of the lab and glancing around at the rest of them with equal contempt.

“Anyone else think the guy is just an absolute hero? A true example of what the DA should stand for? Can’t be just me? King of the nerds, ain’t he? Should be in FUCKING JAIL!” Theo’s bark in the middle of his sentence made the team jump as he stormed around the lab. “Rotting away, behind bars! Be a nice change of pace for you, being someone else’s bitch for once. Cowardly fuck-scum.” He spat. Despite his anger, as Theo paced he completed his search of the room in a methodical manner, taking in every detail of their operation.

Scyler went to respond, but stopped his tongue just as the breath began to leave his mouth after catching sight of a very subtle head shake from Evangeline, in the corner of his eye.

“You have an issue with the high court’s decision regarding my staff?” Evangeline raised an eyebrow, standing at the door patiently as Theo continued his ranting inspection. “Are you questioning the integrity of the royal courts, Theo?”

“I absolutely am. Seeing as the RMD were on the prosecution, my bias and emotion over the result is allowed and permitted.” He stated loudly, pushing through some hanging plastic curtains at the back of the room. “Feel free to put it in my feedback if you want, Evangeline. Give Jace a giggle.”

The researchers remained glued to their spots, afraid of antagonising the rhargnorn who was easily more than twice the width of any of them. However, after a few more seconds of intense searching, he made his way back to the front of the lab and rejoined Evangeline’s side.

“Looks all clear. Next lab then! Ta-ta you lot. Stay safe. Don’t eat any vials or beakers.”

Just as they left the room, Theo quickly leaned back in, pointing a strong finger directly at Scyler.

“Fuck you. Cunt. Please, stick that on your fucking report, I’d be happy to have my name on it.”

And with that, he ducked back out and carried on down the sterile corridor with Evangeline to lab E-2.

“Somewhat unprofessional, Theo.” Evangeline stated blankly, unlocking the next lab by pressing her card against the door-pad. This one was mostly empty, but the rhargnorn was quick to begin searching it. “I would prefer it if you didn’t go around molesting my staff. You may disagree with the outcome of Scyler’s trial, but the courts have stamped their decision already…”

“I can assure you, it won’t happen again.” Theo huffed, searching through some stainless steel drawers in the darkened lab. “That asshole is the only one on this station I care about. The fact that you’re still employing him speaks volumes.”

“Innocent until proven guilty, Theo.”

“He was proven guilty. He was fired from the RMD and banned from any form of field work for a year.”

“Punishment enough. I am no judge, but I see no reason to act any further. He did not violate any XITD policies, so it would be remarkably unfair to action anything from my side.”

“Considering you lobbied in favour of him and his actions on Barru X… Let’s move on, shall we?”

The next few lab inspections went by quickly, and Theo behaved as promised, only throwing some shade Evangeline’s way. But, room after room, each ejectable laboratory was clean, and everything so far was to standard. Labs E-1 to E-10 were docked and checked, but E-11 to E-15 were all currently ejected and being transported between the different XITD stations. As such, their doors would only lead out to the vacuum of space. Evangelene provided Theo with the relevant documentation to show where the missing labs were, their reason for being ejected and where they had gone. Nothing particularly suspicious stood out to him.

They continued without issue until the pair approached a security door that was guarded by two XITD security personnel, with hazard tape stretched over its exterior and a couple of waist high barriers around its front.

Evangelene went to pass by without so much as glancing at it, but Theo immediately stopped in his tracks, scowling at the taller dragoness.

“Uhm, excuse me? You seem to be ignoring a lab here? What is this, E-16?”

“That is off limits, there was -“

“Off limits? Ex-fucking-scuse me?” Theo raised his voice, frowning sharply at Evangeline.

“We’ve had an accident within the lab and it’s dangerous to enter without hazard gear.”

“Then get me some hazard gear…?” Theo sighed, exasperated.

“Really? You want to inspect an accident? No one was hurt, I have the report all ready for you.”

“I want to do my damn job. Make sure you’re not hiding manavgat escort something in there that you shouldn’t be.”

“Theo. This is a waste of time.”

“OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!”

“Ugh. Fine. You!” She pointed at one of the on-duty guards. “Get him a burner EN-modular shield from the armoury.”

“Yes, ma’am.” The guard quickly left his post, his armour rattling loudly as he charged off to fetch the requested gear. The remaining three stood in a steely silence, until the guard eventually returned with a shield module in hand, which he passed to Theo.

The device powered on with a warm hum and encompassed the dragon’s body with a multi-layer shield, visible faintly with a dark blue hue once it had simmered down.

“Open the doors for him. We’ll need to disinfect you afterwards, for everyone’s safety.” Evangeline sighed, frustration visible in her body language now as she tapped on her suit pocket with a single finger.

Slowly, the doors parted in the same fashion as the other labs, and Theo stepped into the dark.

“Any lights?”

“No, Theo. The lab is damaged and needs repair. We can fetch you a torch if you -“

“No need.” He rolled up his trouser and reached down into his bionic leg and pulled a small metal torch out of it from… somewhere, clicking it on and shining the beam of light around.

The floor showed some form of heat damage, and there was damaged circuitry hanging from the walls and ceiling, with some blue glowing fluid at the very back of the room, dripping from broken vials.

He shone the light around the lab but revealed little else of concern, just more damage.

“What caused this?” He asked calmly, trying to piece the scene together.

“Security malfunction. Ceiling turrets fried the place when a student broke those vials at the back. Those are the most dangerous objects in this room, potentially the entire station, procured from the Barru X corpse we were discussing earlier.”

“Right…” Theo sighed and turned to leave, when he spied a new figure outside the lab, looking at him. He was a gas mask-equipped XITD agent with a large liquid-filled container on his back and a hose-like weapon in his hands, connected to his backpack via a thick, metal tube. “Well, that’s fair enough I suppose.”

He stepped out of the lab, replaced his torch back into his leg and held his hands up, shutting off the shield module once firmly out of the lab, and the door sealed.

“Just standard procedure. I did warn you.”

“That you did.” Theo sighed, shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath.

The gasmasked guard pulled the trigger on his sprayer and unleashed a torrent of high pressure, clear liquid at Theo. The fluid hissed loudly as it fully soaked his clothes and skin, filling the corridor with billowing steam. The rhargnorn did a slow spin on the spot, to ensure he was hosed down thoroughly. Despite the copious amounts of fluid sprayed, within seconds, the cleaning agent had evaporated entirely, leaving Theo’s form completely dry, if somewhat steamy.

“Ready to continue?” Evangeline asked, glancing over him to ensure he had been fully cleaned, nodding in thanks to the guards around her.

“Ayup. All clean. Next lab?”

From top to bottom, Theo’s inspection proceeded without issue. Despite searching every drawer, every rack and every cupboard he could find, the station yielded nothing of any criminal intent. All the reports made sense, and the station appeared to be running as promised – flawlessly.

Once his search of the high security areas and E-labs was complete, Evangeline left his company to return to her office, with Theo being given full access to the rest of the station without requiring an escort.

Try as he might, and try he did, Theo just couldn’t get any of the staff to admit anything. They all replied with similar, almost practised answers, all reciting the same information. They recovered a corpse from Barru X, and had burned it recently. That was all.

The rest of the station was boring compared to the E labs at the start, just room after room of computers, standard machinery and whiteboards. Sprinkle in some restrooms, break rooms and meeting rooms and suddenly, this felt like every other station he’d inspected. There certainly was no sign of any falsely imprisoned czarites.

Eventually, his search led him to the very most quiet areas of the station; the storage and utility floor. Few people came down here as it was nearly completely automated; there was likely little of value here but he wouldn’t rest until every stone was unturned.

Hopeless. They’ve cleaned house and baited me with that damn damaged lab. Ugh. I’ll have to tell Jace that the czarite is –

*Bang!*

“Ow! Ugh!”

Theo stopped and turned towards the noise.

“Hey, you alright?” He called out, clomping down the corridor in his own unique manner.

Beating her wings in frustration, a small, cute, wheat-coloured dragoness stumbled out of her office, dropping a stack of papers over the floor. Initially she looked annoyed, but her face quickly flushed bright red with embarrassment as she caught sight of the taller rhargnorn staring at her.

“Eek! I-erm-I-Yup-yup! I’m fine! Just fine, mister..?” Her large, candy pink eyes rapidly darted around the corridor, trying to look anywhere but at the muscular male ahead of her.

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Stuart and Sara were enjoying a leisurely doggy style fuck on the pilot’s couch when the distress call came in. The pair slowed their rhythm as the holo-display flickered into life, than snapped into focus, showing the top half of a gorgeous busty blond woman, her full round tits jutting proudly from her naked chest.

“Please help me,” she begged, “my escape pod crashed on this planet two weeks ago, and I have been all alone ever since. I really need some sex or I will lose my mind.”

The message ended, kept short by the limited bandwidth of the emergency channel. The ships nav system automatically displayed the co-ordinates of the distress beacon.

Probeship pilots were automatically expected to respond to distress calls, as their fast ships were able to reach those in need most quickly, but there would have been no trouble convincing Sara to assist a hot nympho babe to a much needed orgasm.

Sara issued the simple voice command, “Proceed”, and both the nav system and her sex partner obeyed, the ship slewing around and accelerating smoothly while Stuart resumed his measured thrusting of his swollen cock into Sara’s juicy pussy. The increasing gravity drove them both into the pilot’s couch, forcing them to pause again for a moment.

“She looks hot, I can’t wait to eat her juicy pussy,” breathed Sara. ” I was thinking the exact same thing,” grinned Stuart, ” we’ll have to take turns.” “Randy bastard” “Slut” “Yeah, you know I am, now get back to fucking me, man-whore”.

The gravity had eased as the ship had reached its assigned speed. The pair resumed their former position and resumed their passion with renewed vigour, both of them looking forward to screwing the blond girl.

One thousand parsecs (about ten minutes in a probeship at full speed) later, their target planet hove into view, a shining blue dot on the vidscreen, just as Stuart cock sprayed his hot come liberally over Sara’s quivering pussy walls, their orgasmic cries echoing around the small ship’s cockpit.

They collapsed together on the couch, their breathing ragged, and their expressions blissful. Having recovered her breath, Sara disentangled herself from Stuart, rolling him onto his back and taking his semi-hard cock into her mouth, enjoying the combined taste of their love juices as she carefully cleaned his entire length. Finishing with a grin, she smiled back at him playfully.

“Your turn” she said, pointing to her cum soaked crotch, “It’s creampie time”.

Stuart was happy to oblige, not that he had a lot of choice, as Sara climbed up his body and planted her juicy pussy directly on his face. Stuart slurped at her sopping snatch, his cock hardening again as he pleasured his filthy slut, driving his tongue into her and nibbling at her clit.

Sara was tempted to take his cock up her arse, and would have if the autopilot handed demanded her attention, with a polite but urgent “Landing imminent”. With a sudden air of professionalism, Sara took the controls, smoothly adjusting the computer’s clumsy approach angle to the planet’s atmosphere, executing an inch perfect aerobraking manoeuvre and deploying the ship’s stubby wings for airborne flight.

Five minutes later, she touched the ship down on one of the numerous small sandy islands that appeared to be the watery planet’s only geographical feature.

The pair dressed, although neither really knew why, but it somehow seemed inappropriate to rescue people naked. Five hundred metres away down the beach was a medium sized orange tent-like structure, presumably the escape pod’s survival shelter. The pair of them walked briskly to it, enjoying the feel of solid (well semi-solid) ground and the warm sand under the bare feet.

As they approached the tent a moaning sound reached their ears. At first they started forward in response to an apparent emergency, but after a second they recognised the moaning as that of a woman’s sexual pleasure.

“Sounds like she really did need fucking” smirked Sara.

They approached the tent, and finding the door wide open, looked inside. They both gaped at what they saw. There naked before them was the woman they had seen on the distress call, her fingers stuffed deep into her pussy. But this was not what made them gape. Above her pussy, with her other hand wrapped around it, was a hard throbbing vein cock. Their castaway was a fully functional hermaphrodite!

As they watched, the girl’s orgasm hit her, pussy juices flowing past her fingers as her cock spurted jet after jet of thick white cum across her belly.

As her orgasm ardahan escort subsided, her eyes open and she started to see the two humans staring at her. A wide grin spread across her face, and she leapt up excitedly. “You have come to rescue me?” “Yes, we got your distress call a half hour ago”. “I am Kelly, and I am Hermari” she ventured. “We are humans, Stuart and Sara,” replied Sara “I have travelled widely in this sector but I have not heard of the Hermari”.

“We are virtually unknown to others” Kelly replied. “We were originally human, an all-female cargo of a prison ship, until our ship hit a wormhole, leaving us in deep space. The guards let us go when it was clear we would not get home. We used the ship’s nano gear to modify our bodies to allow us to procreate, with the unexpected side effect of making us all extremely horny all the time.

Since then we have screwed our way across the sector, stopping only to reprovision our replicators and fuel cells”.

“Was there a problem with your ship?” asked Sara. Kelly looked confused. “Oh, the escape pod, um, yes.”

Sara looked questioningly at Stuart, detecting the obvious lie. Stuart shrugged, there was clearly more to her story, but the bulge in his suit said it could wait. Sara felt pretty much the same, this hot girl needed screwing, whatever her story. She couldn’t wait to have Kelly’s cock inside her.

Sara dropped to her knees in front of Kelly and slurped her come off her tummy, before sucking her semi-hard cock into her mouth. Kelly groaned at the pleasure of another’s touch, for her it had felt like an eternity.

Stuart stepped forward and kissed her deeply, then moved behind her, cupping her tits in his hands and nuzzling her neck, while pressing his bulging groin against her ass.

Kelly’s cock was fully hard in no time, and Sara stepped away, unzipping her suit and peeling it off urgently, before lying on her back on the shelter’s floor.

“Come fuck me with that cock,” she demanded.

Kelly dropped to her knees between Sara’s legs and placed her cock against Sara’s pussy entrance, thrusting into her with one thrust, making Sara’s eyes go wide with the sensation.

The castaway fucked the pilot in this position for several minutes, her big tits pressing against Sara’s, the two girls kissing and necking as they fucked.

Sara was in a fantasy bliss, she loved being fucked by girls with strap-ons, but to be fucked by a girl with a real, throbbing, hot fleshy cock was so much better.

Stuart had stripped off, his own cock standing to full attention, the bulbous head bulging with the pressure of a seriously strong erection as he watched the two girls fucking. Then, to his delight, the two rolled over, still joined in intercourse. This position left Kelly’s pussy exposed beneath the base of her cock. Stuart knelt between her legs and stroked her pussy with his fingers.

Conveniently the Hermari had located their bollocks as discreet bulges either side of the base of their cocks, so there was nothing to impede access to their pussies. The appeared to have genetically engineered away their pubic hair also, as Kelly’s groin was completely bald. Stuart ignored his throbbing erection for a second and lowered his head to Kelly’s bald snatch licking and lapping at her labia, slipping his tongue into her juicy hole and swirling around her slit. Sara’s arse clenched in front of his face as she gripped Kelly’s cock as it slid in and out of her pussy.

“Oh, fuck me, please” Kelly begged, and Stuart obliged, slipping his knob against her slippery gash, pausing briefly to tease her with the tip, before sliding the full length into her, his foreskin sliding back over his cock head as his cock squeezed through her tight love tunnel, leaving his knob-end to bulge even bigger as he pistoned in and out of her.

The three horny spacefarers gradually adjusted to the rhythm required for their three way fuck and were soon grinding and pumping away merrily. Kelly’s mind swam, just minutes before she had been desperately striving to fill the aching need inside her by wanking her way to a double orgasm, now she was being double-fucked by two beautiful strangers.

For weeks now she had hoped against hope for rescue, expecting to be found and ravished by a band of hairy pirates, which of course she would also have loved, but these two really knew how to fuck. And fuck they did, the three of them working their way to a noisy, sticky glorious orgasm, as both girl’s pussies flooded their adıyaman escort invading cocks as they spewed forth their own hot sticky fluids.

All three of them were so fired with lust they barely paused before forming new arrangements. Sara reversed her position above Kelly, squeezing her still hard member between her tits and slurping Stuart’s come from Kelly’s pussy before going to work in earnest on her clit, sending her almost immediately into another orgasm.

Stuart kneeled at Kelly’s head, dangling his semi-hard cock in front of her, which she greedily swallowed. He reached out with his fingers, driving them into Sara’s flooded pussy, coating them with come before slipping them up her arse. Sara paused her oral assault briefly to squeal with delight and breath hoarsely “Oh yeah, I want both your cocks in me at once.”

Kelly’s attention to Stuart’s cock had it hard again already and she was deep throating him with consummate skill. Almost reluctantly he withdrew, laying on the floor beside her, with his cock bouncing in front of him. Sara stood and straddled Stuart with her back to him, lowering her pussy over his still uncapped knob, coating it liberally with her pussy’s juicy contents, before raising off him and positioning her arse against him.

Kelly had moved around between his legs and gripped Stuarts cock, guiding it into Sara’s willing arsehole. Sara gradually worked him into her, her eyes wide as she accepted his throbbing length. Once he was fully in, Sara laid back on his chest, his hands gripping her tits as she ground her hot young body against him.

Kelly shuffled forward and slipped her cock once again into Sara’s willing pussy, this time constricted by the cock in her anus. Sara groaned as the sheer pleasure of being completely filled washed over her, as the two warm bodies sandwiched her in a sublime tangle of flesh.

Kelly and Stuart began to alternately thrust in and out of Sara’s orifices, occasionally breaking their rhythm to slam home both together for maximum impact. All of them took longer to come, although the sheer sensory overload Sara was getting pushed her over the edge quite quickly, and held her there in agonising ecstasy for what seemed like hours before the others quickened and thrust home, emptying their come inside her in a wonderful explosion of pulsing hot wetness. Exhausted from the intensity, she drifted into a blissful sleep.

Kelly and Stuart moved her to a more comfortable position and lay down beside her, kissing and stroking each other in a lazy relaxed way. Stuart was on the edge of dozing off when Kelly stood up, grabbed his hand and said, “come on, let’s swim”. They ran the short distance to the water and plunged in, Stuart was surprised by the warmth, almost body temperature.

The two frolicked together playfully for a while, up to their necks in the warm ocean, the water washing away the sweat and other fluids that had built up during the afternoon’s activities.

Suddenly Kelly dived under the water, popped her head between Stuart’s legs and stood up, leaving him helplessly floating on his back with his legs across her shoulders. Taking his cock into her mouth, Kelly set to work giving Stuart one of the best blowjobs of his life. These Hermari really were insatiable.

As his cock hardened, Stuart’s imagination went to work. He imagined the positions reversed, but instead of his mouth on Kelly’s pussy, he imagined her hard cock in his mouth. Stuart had never fucked another man, and had little desire to, but he couldn’t deny some curiosity, and besides Kelly was definitely a woman, and Stuart wanted to pleasure her in every way possible.

Despite his earlier sexual efforts, Stuart’s fantasies and Kelly’s excellent blowjob had him close to cumming, and when Kelly slid a cheeky finger up his arse, wiggling it gently inside him, his cock erupted, spurting into Kelly’s mouth, where she gratefully swallowed it, as if it were chocolate syrup.

His own passion undiminished by his orgasm, Stuart broke free of Kelly’s grip and deftly reversed the position. She squealed and writhed playfully, but soon lay still, the warm water lapping at her body, and her tits swaying majestically as they floated. Kelly’s cock lay against her tummy, turgid but soft despite her obvious pleasure when sucking Stuart’s cock. Stuart lapped at her pussy and played gently with her clit.

He slid his hands up across the smooth skin of her shaft, following them with his tongue, feeling it swelling as it rapidly karabük escort hardened in response to his attentions. Reaching the head he engulfed it with his mouth, and sucked gently on it as she had done for him earlier.

Kelly struggled free, and led Stuart to the beach, and had him kneel in front of her, her cock bobbing in front of his face. He took her in his mouth again, gripping the base of her shaft with one hand, and diddling her pussy with the other. She placed her hands on his head, urging him deeper, which he did, her cock filling his mouth, his tongue working on the sensitive underside, as applied a gentle suction with his teeth.

Stuart was really getting into it now, moving both his hands to cup her luscious arse cheeks as he took as much of her cock in his mouth as he could, lovingly sucking it’s fleshy warmth as it throbbed and twitched in his mouth. He worked a finger into her arse, and two others into her pussy.

Kelly’s legs began to tremble as her orgasm approached, and Stuart could feel her cock head begin to swell even further inside his mouth. Kelly’s breathing quickened and she closed her eyes and leaned her head back as she came.

Stuart felt the first hot blast of her come hit the back of his throat, and he swallowed valiantly, gulping down several jets of come as she came in his mouth, before releasing her still spurting cock, which she grabbed with her hand and rubbed over his neck, before dropping to her knees and licking it off before meeting his mouth with hers in a passionate kiss.

Stuart felt an unusual sense of elation, and lust burned ever brighter inside him, as if the nymphomania of the Hermari was contagious. He wouldn’t have minded if it was, especially when Kelly whispered in his ear what she felt like doing next.

He leapt up and led her to the tent. Sara was stirring from her nap, and was soon wide awake as Kelly and Stuart lay either side of her and began stroking and kissing her and sucking on her nipples. Her pussy was soon once again on fire and as she reached down with her hands she found two hard cocks. She debated in her mind which she wanted inside her first, but soon found the choice had been made for her.

Stuart and Kelly moved to sit facing one another, their legs intertwined and their erect cocks rubbing together. Sara at first thought they intended to take both her holes again, but as she positioned herself over them, Kelly grabbed her hips from behind, while Stuart wrapped his hand around both their cocks, squeezing them together.

Kelly guided Sara’s pussy down onto the twin cockheads, and she gasped as they stretched her wide as they both squeezed in. Taking a deep breath to relax her muscles, she eased down onto the twin cocks, a huge sigh escaping her lips as they slid deep inside her still cum-soaked pussy. She briefly wondered how Stuart had become so relaxed around Kelly’s cock, but that quickly slipped from her mind as her two lovers began to fuck her pussy simultaneously.

Her juices began to flow like never before, lubricating the two shafts so that slipped and slid against one another. Both Kelly and Stuart were blissfully enjoying the twin sensations of each other’s cocks and Sara’s overstuffed pussy.

While their position was ideal for the surprise entry, it limited their movement somewhat, and the three of them rearranged, with Sara kneeling across Stuart and Kelly kneeling behind. Sara groaned out loud once more as they again slipped both of their cocks into her pussy at once, and this time they were able to fuck her more forcefully, which they did, again driving Sara into a multiple orgasm.

This time Kelly pulled out, letting Sara drift back to a blissful plateau. Stuart was disappointed at first, as his cock felt lost in Sara’s overstretched pussy without Kelly’s to share it, but Sara’s sex muscles were strong, and her pussy was soon gripping him sensually. Stuart gasped as Kelly placed the head of her cock against Stuart puckered anus, and gently drove it in. Stuart was used to taking Sara’s strap-ons and dildos, but Kelly’s cock was fatter and it twitched and throbbed inside him.

Realising what was going on, Sara climbed off Stuart and turned around, to watch, lowering her arse back over his cock as she did so to maintain his dual pleasuring. She marvelled at the sight of the busty blonde girl fucking her lover in the arse, and amused herself by playing with Kelly’s tits and her own pussy.

Kelly’s own orgasm gripped her, her cock spurting it’s load deep inside Stuarts arse, the novel sensation pushing him over the edge, his own cock blasting Sara’s arse with cum for the second time that day.

All three of them were finally sated, at least for a while, their debauched desired temporarily exhausted along with their bodies. They disentangled themselves and curled up together for a well deserved nap, cum still oozing from their various orifices.

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Tales of Alavern: Problems & Solutions

Prologue

The Great Mother sat silent and attempted to meditate, trying to heal and regain her power for another trip through the Source of All to the world she had plucked Cyrus from. If her daughters on the Isles of Alavern were to survive and produce another generation, one man wasn’t going to be enough. There would need to be others, and they would need to share his moral character. Hopefully by the time she was ready, her daughters would be more willing to accept more men into their society.

Her attempts to calm her mind seemed to fail spectacularly though, as she thought about the recent development between the former queen Naomi and her dear friend & Captain of the Guard, Brianna. The two had declared their love for one another and had spent from the early afternoon until the early night in a long game of passionate lovemaking. The Great Mother had felt dirty for a moment, wishing that her two daughters would not truly be in love until Naomi had spoken about her desires to regain her crown from Cyrus and keep him as both a valuable advisor and bed mate.

It had honestly felt like she’d dodged an arrow to the heart by a hair’s width, but it seemed that everything would still be on track as long as Cyrus managed to smoothly endear himself to the rest of the residents of the Alavern Isles. The queen and captain of the guard were an excellent start, but hardly the entire population of her daughters. Indeed, her new son had quite a lot of work ahead of him.

She gave up attempting to meditate, realizing she’d never quiet her mind enough to focus her energies until she’d at least checked in to see how things were going on the isles. She set her focus to the Alavern Isles, peering in through the window of the mid-day sun. She searched the isles of her daughters for her new son, and quickly found him being escorted to the sacred pool she’d gifted her daughters so long ago by Megara.

A twinge of guilt flooded her, thinking of the pool she had given her daughters so that they could continue their peaceful lives without having to sacrifice the love of family or children. She had already taken one man from his home, and was now preparing to take even more for the sake of her daughters. She took a deep breath to force that guilt down and continued observing. As she watched, she couldn’t help but wonder… why in the world was her new son headed to her failed pool?

Chapter 1

It had been a fairly simple question, wondering how the women of the Alavern Isles managed to reproduce for multiple generations. Yet now Cyrus found himself being led through the main island’s city by the royal head physic, who was currently in the middle of assaulting him with a series of very uncomfortable questions.

“So the penis becomes enlarged and stiffens when the male body is subject to arousal. That I understand, but what exactly is the purpose of the…you said they were called testicles?” Megara asked, scribbling something down on a scroll that she had brought with her. Cyrus groaned, cringing at the question despite knowing she wasn’t intending to unnerve him so.

“Look, you remember what we were talking about earlier? DNA and all?” he replied, trying to keep his voice steady as they walked through the streets of the city. It was his first time outside of the palace since he had first arrived on the island three days ago and he couldn’t help but notice the looks he kept getting. While the palace staff had come to tolerate him and the palace guards held a begrudging respect for him, all the women that he and Megara were passing on the street gave him looks as though he were Godzilla getting ready to tear through Tokyo.

“Yes, I do recall that conversation.” Megara said, snapping his attention back to her. “It’s a very fascinating theory…”

“It’s not just a theory where I come from.” Cyrus interrupted, “Back home, we’ve managed to create tools powerful enough to actually let us see DNA under the right conditions. We know for a fact it’s a real thing and its general purpose overall. Science has come a long way in helping us understand the universe we live in.”

“Science?” Megara said confused, stopping in place and turning back to look at him.

“Yeah, science. The study of the universe and how it works and stuff.” Cyrus replied, not sure exactly what to make of her reaction. “Do you guys call it something different or…?”

“I suppose we’ve never had an official word for it before. We simply refer to it as studies, then name them as they become more specific. Like how we call the study of different ingredients and the effects they have when combined together, alchemy.” she said, a proud look on her face.

“Oh yeah, I know what alchemy is. We call it chemistry nowadays but we called it alchemy a long time ago. Now alchemy tends to refer to chemistry that has to do with the occult.” çeşme escort he replied with a smile.

“The occult? Well isn’t the occult simply another part of the world? What sense does it make to separate such things so much?” she asked, looking proud as though she’d just won an argument. Her pride deflated slightly as she saw Cyrus merely looked indifferently and shrugged in reply.

“What can I say, humans are weird. I know there’s a reason we started doing things certain ways but in most cases, we’ve been doing them so long that we don’t really question why we do them a particular way anymore. We just accept it as the way things are and go about our lives.” he replied, earning him a small, annoyed grumble from Megara. “Oh come on, you said you’d show me how your people make babies. Weren’t you looking forward to showing off your knowledge to me?”

“You’ve only been here for three days and you’re already learning how to manipulate me.” Megara replied quietly, making sure she couldn’t be overheard by the women who were staring at the two of them. “You’re quite dangerous after all, though in a very different way than our foremothers warned us about.” Cyrus rolled his eyes at her tone, and Megara couldn’t help but chuckle as she began leading him once again. “Anyway, back to the testicles you were about to tell me of.”

“Ugh..fine.” Cyrus groaned, a little upset he wasn’t successful in changing the subject. “Basically, testicles produce sperm. Sperm is a liquid substance that contains bits and pieces of our DNA. That DNA combines with the DNA in an egg in the womb. The combined DNA slowly grows inside of the womb and after about nine months the mother goes into labor and eventually squeezes the kid out of her vagina. That’s how babies are made where I come from.”

“Sex to make babies…fascinating.” Megara said, tapping her fingers to her chin in thought as they approached a large, ornate building. The building was clearly important, having imagery that Cyrus had learned from Naomi represented the Great Mother painstakingly carved into an elegant white stone. The building was beautiful, though one of the smaller structures that he’d seen in the city of the main island and was noticeably absent of any signage.

As he and Megara approached the ornately crafted double doors of the entrance, a lone woman came running out. The woman rushed past the both of them crying the kind of tears only the grieving and the hopeless can cry. Megara watched as the woman disappeared off into the city, sighing and looking after her with a look of sad compassion and understanding that Cyrus wasn’t used to seeing on her face.

“The poor child. She must have been especially hopeful for answered prayers. I wish I could figure out why the Mother’s blessing eludes us all so. At this rate, our people will simply die out…” Megara said solemnly, then turned to Cyrus. “You wished to learn how our people have children. I will take you to where it happens, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to show you, my king.”

Cyrus nodded and Megara led him inside, revealing that the building was just two very large, connected rooms. In the first room were a few benches to sit on and places to hang your clothes. The whole area would have given off the feel of a bath house if it weren’t for the knives on the walls and the little holes in the wall that held medical items clearly intended for bandaging up cuts. He gulped, shivering as he fought down his own squeamishness while ignoring how ironic it was for cuts and blood to freak a boxer out.

Megara led him further inside to the second room, which was nearly bare except for a large, but shallow pool that was in the very center of the room. The walls were simple, with no markings or windows. The only light in the room was from the pool itself, which had a soft blue glow that filled the entire room with just enough light to see comfortably.

“A bathing room?” Cyrus asked, confused as to what he was looking at.

“Not at all, my king.” Megara answered softly, kneeling down at the base of the pool and bringing her hands together in silent reverence. “This is the Mother’s Pool. It is where our children come from…came from.” she corrected herself, her face seeming more weary for a moment than Cyrus had ever seen it before.

“From inside the pool? How does that work, Megara?”

“You saw the knives adorning the walls of the preparation chamber we entered through, yes?” Megara asked, receiving a silent nod in answer. “The woman who would become a mother to a child prepares her heart and body before coming here, then they offer a prayer to the Great Mother and shed their clothing in the preparation chamber. After that, they grab one of the knives and bring it here where they proceed to wade into the pool. A cut is made with the knife so that blood can freely flow into the pool. From that blood, a child in the image of their mother is formed using the power başakşehir escort of the pool.”

“Clones…” Cyrus said suddenly, causing Megara to turn her attention back to him and give him a confused look. “Right, another new word. How to explain…uh, well a clone is when you take a part of someone containing their DNA and create a copy of them. It can be anything that contains sufficient DNA. Blood, hair, spit…”

“Semen?” Megara interrupted, the smile she gets when she understands something new gracing her face.

“Yeah, yeah. Semen would work too.” Cyrus answered, unable to help blushing to Megara’s amusement. “Though there are limits to cloning. For example, if you cloned a clone then the DNA would…get…diluted…”

“Is something the matter?” Megara asked as Cyrus’s words trailed off. His eyes grew wide as realization hit him.

“This is the only method your people have been using to create new children for generations, right?” Cyrus asked, needing to make sure he was on the right track. Megara nodded and he flinched, hoping this wasn’t going to be the poor news he was thinking it would be. “And you haven’t had any new people come into the island between when your foremothers were sheltered here by the Great Mother and when I arrived?”

“That’s correct. What are you getting at?” Megara asked, coming closer as she considered his words.

“What if…what if the reason that your people can’t use the pool to make more clon…children,” Cyrus quickly corrected himself, not wanting to seem too cold by sticking strictly to scientific terminology, “is because the material’s just become too diluted? Your foremothers used the pool to clone themselves, so every one of the current inhabitants of the island are clones of the clones of the clones and so on. Do you see what I’m getting at?”

Megara’s face scrunched in thought and Cyrus watched as she counted…something on her fingers. After a moment, Megara’s eyes went wide and she gasped out. Cyrus wasn’t sure if her gasp was one of surprise, horror, or possibly both but it made him uncomfortable just the same. She stared at the pool, her expression blank for a moment before she did something Cyrus never would have imagined her doing in the entire time he had known her. She fell to her knees and began sobbing uncontrollably.

“Megara?!” Cyrus shouted, running over to her and kneeling by her side.

“All this time…the problem was such a simple thing.” she said to no one in particular. “So many of us thought that we were being punished, or that we weren’t devoting ourselves enough to the Great Mother. For so long, I thought She had simply betrayed us…betrayed me, but…but…” Megara’s words were cut off as she resumed crying, unable to form words against the unrelenting wave of sorrow washing over her.

“Well…” Cyrus started while gently rubbing her back, “we know the problem now, right? So now we just have to figure out the solution and solve the problem. We can do that, with your brains and what information I can add to your pool of knowledge…”

“Solution?” Megara said suddenly, cutting him off. She wiped her eyes and that look of contemplation Cyrus had become so familiar with had returned to her face. He watched her eyes dart back and forth in her head as she silently mumbled to herself and tapped her chin with her fingers. She stood up slowly and a look of eureka came upon her face, washing away most of her sorrow despite her tears still flowing gently from her eyes. “What if…what if you’re the solution?”

Chapter 2

Naomi groaned as she stretched herself awake. She and Brianna had gone for a rather vigorous night of passion last evening, yet only Brianna seemed to have had the energy to wake up on time this morning. The light shined in through Brianna’s bedroom window as the former queen laid there and tried to muster up the will to get out of bed. She turned her head, frowning at the now-empty spot on the bed her lover had inhabited all night. She had shared a satisfying bed with two lovers now, and she had quickly grown to loathe sleeping alone.

Her dissatisfaction was enough to finally get her out of bed, throwing off the covers and stretching her gloriously nude form in the light of the early afternoon sun before getting to her feet. She looked around Brianna’s room, sparse in decor save for the bed that was even more luxurious than her own, and felt a twinge of sorrow. As much as she loved finally getting to curl up asleep with her love every night, she couldn’t help but miss her old room. She missed sleeping in the royal chambers and waking up, then going to enjoy the morning sun on her balcony.

There was no going back though. At least not until she reclaimed her crown from Cyrus, but the right for him to pass the crown back to her required two more months of waiting. Who knew if he would still feel like giving it up after having küçükçekmece escort it sit on his head for that long? Not using its power or revealing that he was, in fact, king of the Alavern Isles might not last more than a few more days. Eventually, word would spread and panic would ensue all across the isles. They would have to figure out how to prevent that, but doing so would mean somehow combatting generations of fear about the evils of men.

She went towards Brianna’s closet and pulled out some of the clothes she had moved in here yesterday while she thought of what exactly to do about the situation. She knew that she would have to speak with Cyrus about any plans going forward, but having some ideas to present to him would help them both to speed things along. First thing would be to ask him to anoint her as his official advisor. He knew next to nothing about the islands, her people, or their culture after all.

The largest problem would be figuring out how exactly to introduce him as King without causing a riot. She knew that it would mean revealing the folly of wagering her crown against someone she could have easily refused if it hadn’t been for her own pride and ego outweighing her sense. Perhaps it was for the best though, after all she certainly wouldn’t be repeating that mistake again any time soon. Still, telling everyone who wasn’t a witness to the battle would be an issue unto itself. She would need more help to figure everything out and, just as importantly, she would need to introduce more intelligent, helpful Verni women to Cyrus.

Naomi’s thoughts turned to the allies that they already had as she puzzled everything out and got herself presentable for the day. There was herself, of course, and Brianna. Brianna respected Cyrus, not because of his strength, but because of the compassion and humility he showed in the face of victory. Though she knew Brianna would never admit so out loud, especially when she was in one of her new fits of jealousy about Naomi’s attraction to him. She chuckled at that thought before returning her attention to the few other allies Cyrus had gained in his time here.

Megara was a fan of the King, mostly because she had a curiosity that matched Naomi’s own and Cyrus was more than willing to answer all of the questions that he had for the head physic. He even answered the ones that embarrassed the hell out of him, which was mostly the questions about sex and his own body. Megara was a bit frustrated that he wouldn’t open up about the truth behind the many scars on his body, a secret he had only shared with Naomi so far and she had refused to share with anyone else out of respect for his wishes.

Naomi supposed that the last person she could probably count on as an ally to Cyrus would be Alexis, Brianna’s second in command. Alexis had so far shown a fairly neutral attitude towards the king, being polite and courteous but not really interacting with him outside of the scope of her duties. She was always pleasant in her demeanor though, acting with him the same way she had with Naomi when the crown was still her’s.

Naomi sighed as she exited the room, starting her way towards Megara’s study. She hoped that the older woman would be able to give her some advice, especially since she was probably the closest to understanding a man’s body as no other woman of the Alavern Isles had in over 12 generations. It was a far cry from truly understanding his mind and how typical of a man he was, but it was far better for assuaging the Verni’s fears than nothing. She arrived at the door to Megara’s study and heard what seemed to be an argument coming from inside.

“I’m sorry Megara, but the answer is no. A very firm no.” Cyrus’s voice said from inside. He sounded like an unusual mixture of irritated and sorrowful, a far cry from the usual stream of embarrassment he held when he would speak with Megara in private. Naomi silently opened the door and watched the argument that brewed between the King and the Head Physic.

“Why precisely are you so dead set against making a baby with me? Is it my lack of youth or beauty?” Megara asked, her voice obviously more than a little upset with his refusal. “I have read so many stories of the legendary, unquenchable lust of men. Where is that now, when I am literally offering myself to you?”

“It doesn’t exist in me.” Cyrus stated flatly, “And it’s not about your age or your non-existent lack of beauty, Megara.” Naomi watched as Megara actually blushed ever so slightly at his words, her own mouth hanging slightly agape at the rare sight. “Look, it’s just..”

“Just what?” Megara asked, coughing to try and cover up the slight red in her cheeks. “I know that you slept with the former queen, and on your very first night here no less so you cannot tell me that it’s because you don’t find women sexually attractive.”

“That wasn’t…I mean…” Cyrus stuttered, this being his turn to blush now. “Look it was just… a really bad day, for the both of us.” She saw his face fall a bit and worried about the twinge of guilt on it. “We had both lost a lot that day. Naomi lost her crown and I…I lost everything. My family, my home… I still don’t know if I’m ever going to see them again. When we came together that night, it wasn’t really about lust or love. It was…well, it was comfort. We both just…”

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The taboo nature of Tucker’s evenings made them all the more tempting. There was something to sneaking under the shadows of the tall Georgia pines to the estuarine banks of the river still warm with the faded southern sun that only built his anticipation. His eagerness. That he should be so eager for the night ahead should have worried him, but somehow that worry made the thoughts and promises of the full moon’s light all the more exciting.

It had to be the full moon, when the tide downriver was high and she could come to him again. She, the arbiter of his desires, who appeared to him months ago while he fished under the cover of darkness. There were legends, for legends were as limitless as stars in the south, but of course he had not believed them until she appeared.

Three times, three full moons, before he convinced himself it was more than fantasy.

Yet, of course, this was a fantasy. It just wasn’t one he could have thought of by himself.

He had brought something for her this time, and would not bear to let himself think of it as foolish despite the prickle building in his skin as the river came into view. Under the moonlight, the river appeared as glass. He barely disturbed the sheen of its ripples even as he waded into them. Tucker turned back to the bank only once, realizing in his eagerness that he’d forgotten to remove his shoes, socks, and his clothes. He had simply gone without thought and stood now in the growing damp, cradled by the river. Waiting.

As so many things in dark water, he imagined her touch before he acknowledged it. It was easy to, when touch was all he really had. The shades of night obscured much, and it wasn’t until a cloud moved over the moon that he was certain the touch against his shins was insistent, and real.

He turned slowly in the waters, careful not to disturb the sense of eminent peace flowing through him and around him. Then the cloud moved, and he smiled.

She was still real, after all. Her touch, her smile as she emerged from the water, and her voice as silky and sweet as they swaying honeysuckle fronds on the bank were all real. She swirled before him in the water, golden eyes with wide pupils in a face of pale blue with black, damp hair hanging down into the water. Her teeth, when she smiled, were all sharp and needlelike. But her smile was not threatening. If anything, Tucker found it was the most tempting gesture he had ever seen.

“Hey there, Pinetree,” she said.

“H-Hi,” Tucker managed. He swallowed. “Hi, Pearl.”

Pearl giggled, and Tucker felt himself flush for just how much he enjoyed the noise. The had given each other the silly little nicknames on their second meeting. He had asked her then if she was a dream, and in response she had only asked him to tell her what a dream with her in it was like. She had always been too persuasive, too confident in herself. But that was what made her so endearing and so limitlessly, inescapably enthralling. By the end of his explanation, he had finally asked her name. She told him it was something he wouldn’t be able to pronounce, and he called her “Pearl.”

“Alright,” she concluded. “Pine for you, then.”

She learned his real name later that night, anyway, when she asked it so she could whisper it into his ear when at last he–

Tucker shook himself.

Pearl’s smile grew. “I was hoping you’d come back,” she said. “A month is a long time, and you never know with how dangerous life on land can be.” Pearl sighed and reclined in the water. Something tugged at Tucker’s ankles. “But here you are.”

“Here I am,” Tucker said. His mouth felt oddly dry then, and he could only stammer out his next point: “I-I brought you something.”

“Oh…” Pearl’s eyes sparkled. “Whatever for?”

“I saw it and thought of you,” Tucker said. “I’ve been saving it for you tonight.”

“What is it?”

“Ah-ah. Close your eyes.”

Pearl pouted, but closed her eyes all the same. She extended a hand towards him. Tucker examined her skin closely. The light blue of knee-deep seawater, paling to a kind of pristine sand-white underneath. Its touch was soft, softer than human skin, though her fingers held more force than he could ever imagine as she took the small, round object from him.

“Open your eyes,” Tucker said.

Pearl’s eyes snapped open and settled on the pearl Tucker had placed in her palm. Her smile grew wider then he thought possible, and she rushed to embrace him, giggling all the while.

Tucker fell backward and got drenched in the process. Pearl did not seem to care in the slightest, seemed intent only on burying him in kisses and wrapping him tight in her arms. They emerged a few moments later on the shore, Tucker panting with his nearly drowned breaths and Pearl gaping at her namesake now nestled between two fingers.

“It’s so thoughtful!” she said.

“I almost thought it was kinda dumb,” Tucker admitted, trying to wring out his shirt while kastamonu escort still wearing it. “Figure you could find them in the sea or whatever.”

“You ever try getting an oyster open? Not worth it even for us.” She set it gingerly on the sand between them and gazed deeply into Tucker’s eyes. “And from the land no less… you do know how to treat a lady.”

Tucker blushed and looked up into the night sky. The full moon slid by, the stars swirling endlessly around it.

“I like you something fierce,” he said. “I’m sorry I can’t see you more.”

“Now, now…” Pearl said. “None of that. I’ll take every moment we can share, precious as pearls.”

“Shucks,” Tucker said.

“That is how you open oysters, Pine,” Pearl said.

Tucker snorted, then let the laughter overtake him. Pearl laughed with him, the sound warm and comforting in the night air. When it died, something tugged on Tucker’s shorts. He looked down.

Pearl’s legs were not really legs, not in the sense of, say, human legs. She had far too many by a person’s reckoning–eight in fact–and they were nearly twice as long as Tucker was tall. They were flexible, and soft, covered underneath with never-ending rows of sensitive, probing suction cups that were themselves more deft and nimble than fingers. No less deft were the tips, prehensile and probing and always seeming to reveal Pearls’ endless curiosity about people, and Tucker in particular.

Not for nothing were those probing tips gingerly working their way up Tucker’s thigh and under the hem of his shorts.

His breath caught.

“I was thinking…” Peal purred, “about your dream.”

“Uh-huh,” Tucker coughed.

“I’m just worried you won’t be able to handle it.”

“I… uh. Well.” Tucker cleared his throat. “You want to?”

“Oh yes…” Pearl drew her ‘yes’ out into a hiss that sent shivers up Tucker’s spine. “There’s so much more I want to experience of you, Pine. You get so…” her tentacles worked further up, “wiggly. Loud, too. Lucky we’re alone.”

“Lucky, yeah…” Tucker’s throat tightened. “I uh… Yeah. Yes. If you’re sure.”

“You’ve given me a wonderful gift tonight, and I figure we should make the most of the time we do get together. Of course I’m sure. I’m as sure that you want me to take the lead on this?” She leaned in close, her breath tickling Tucker’s ear. “But, Piney, I think you need to help me with these… coverings.”

Tucker’s fingers had never worked so quickly, nor quite so deftly. He was out of his pants as though they burned him, and his shirt nearly as quick. The cool waters of the river swirled around his bare skin, as did the encroaching, sensuous evaluation offered by Pearl’s tentacle legs. She seemed as eager as she was hesitant, almost entranced by the sensations Tucker’s bare body offered her.

It would be unfair to say that Tucker was himself not lost in some kind of spell. There was that pervasive deftness to Pearl’s touch–a familiarity if not of form, than of desire. He gasped while the small cups on the undersides of her legs found his skin and worked slowly, almost like kisses, up his thighs and in between his legs. Two more found his shoulders and pressed harder, almost massaging him. He groaned, then hitched as the tips of them found his now exposed nipples. They held fast and sucked harder and yet somehow more delicately than any mouth. More knowing, and the humming laugh Pearl offered him told Tucker she knew far more than he. There was little he could do but lose himself in her grip and power, and that was something of the dream he had shared with her. The dream they shared.

Though, it was only something of the dream, and when Pearl’s tentacles reached the hem of Tucker’s rapidly tightening undergarments, they slowed.

“You want everything?” she asked.

Tucker flushed and closed his eyes. “Take me,” he said. “I want to be yours.”

“You are mine,” Pearl said. “Tell me again, Pine, at the end. Remind me always.”

“Always…” Tucker groaned.

It took Pearl barely any time at all to remove his underwear and free his throbbing cock. Her legs worked quickly to keep him hard, seizing him in a myriad tiny, forceful kisses unparalleled for their rapidity and precision. Tucker groaned as she engulfed him, overcoming everything he could offer her. Her legs around his shoulder swept down while the ones around his legs moved up and then he found himself helplessly, eternally cocooned by her touches, her kisses, her enthralling touch.

Pearl moved above him then, above him because he was laying down in the water and wrapped entirely in her embrace. She kissed him fully, needily, her mouth working groans from his throat while her legs raced over every inch of available skin. His entire body cried for her touch, longed for surrender to her, and her laugh upon his lips was all he knew he ever desired.

Then she moved aside, and Tucker found himself staring at a single, dripping, waiting tip of a tentacle before him.

She kissed his cheek kayseri escort while his lips parted.

Tucker nodded, ready, though he could not have imagined the bliss that followed.

She tasted of the sweet and salt of the sea mingled with the unique headiness offered by a body so willing to let itself be tasted. Their hesitancy mingled as Tucker took the appendage between his lips. He was as unfamiliar with the sensation as she–a single dalliance behind the neighbor’s barn once did not count so. Not when there was more and yet more of Pearl to give, to take, between his lips and down his throat. The kissing cups just past the tip held his tongue as powerfully as any human mouth and kept him hooked on sensation as Pearl pushed herself deeper and deeper into him yet.

“Breathe…” she whispered in his ear. Pearl nipped his lobe and giggled as Tucker writhed in her grip. “Through your nose, silly. Come now…”

Tucker wanted to mumble something about a poor choice of words but found himself unable to offer anything besides a moan of want. He wanted all of her, and she knew it, and she would give it to him. But how slowly this wish, this dream of something he never knew existed before meeting this wonderful, generous, domineering person. To lose oneself to willingly and completely was something almost beyond his dreams, and yet it was so perfectly aligned with them.

What Pearl offered melted his body and his mind. Tucker barely noticed as they washed onto the banks of the river together, and his body became her puppet. He sucked and sucked and dueled with the tentacle worming through his mouth as the others splayed him wide. Pearl spread his legs and arms and held him down everywhere at once. Her touches were around his cock, his hands and his feet, wrapping tight around anything that writhed and twitched. But she was not done with him yet. He had told her more, craved more, and she would take everything from him.

For he had offered, and she had known, and they were ready for wherever their passions led.

One of Pearl’s legs working his cock slid under, cupping his balls with its endless kisses while sliding behind and on. Were it not for the endless pleasures of the tentacle sliding about his mouth and down his throat, Tucker would have pleaded. He wanted to beg, to let her know how desperate he was to be taken by her. Through watering eyes, he saw that she knew. She watched him with unreserved lust, with endless passion. She kissed down his neck and his cheek while her legs and suckers worked his cock, his nipples, and over every possible inch of exposed skin, readying him for that which was to come.

The tip of that wandering tentacle found his asshole just as the leg in his mouth sucked his tongue too tight for him to do anything but offer a small, sibilant gasp. Something about Pearl’s skin made it perpetually lubricated, slippery and tactile in equal measure.

“Now, Pine,” she whispered. “Are you ready?”

Tucker did not know if he nodded, or if the tentacle half down his throat forced him too. But of course he was ready. He had been waiting for this since he first laid eyes on Pearl. She knew it, too, else she would not have giggled so and then thrown her arms around his shoulders.

“You’re ready for nothing,” she cooed in his ear. “Wait…”

She plunged into him from behind with an eagerness that left them both breathless. Pearl’s reach was so sublimely flexible and slick that Tucker could not help but instantly accept her presence inside him. That he was as much consumed by her as her by him meant little, and yet everything. He sucked ferociously against the kissing cups of the tentacle in his mouth barring him from screaming while the reaching leg between his cheeks probed deeper, and deeper still. There was no end to either end, no limit to the ways in which he found himself surrendering to Pearl’s advance. She kept him pinned, wrapped, smothered in a full-body embrace of kissing suction and commanding power as he could only accept the attention she gave in equal measure to his cock, his mouth, and his ass.

The multiarray of pleasure drove him senseless. Nowhere could he feel so complete as in Pearl’s embrace, for nowhere could Tucker be so fully embraced. There was not an inch of him forgotten, within or without, and therefore not a single piece of his mind not thoroughly lost in the ways Pearl gleefully, eagerly fucked him.

Yet still, she had not told him he was done. She had not commanded his release, and so he did not. Even in their earliest dalliances, he had told her this and given her this power over him. No mere trifle, but a sincere surrender from the start. Pearl knew this, and the sparkle in her eyes as she slid herself from his throat and loomed above him told Tucker that they were nowhere near done.

“You are?” she asked.

“Yours…” Tucker gasped.

“You cum for?”

“You…”

“Me…” Pearl trailed a finger down Tucker’s tear-streaked face. “My Pine… so tall and yet so…” Her kıbrıs escort legs pulled him farther apart, spreading him wider before her. “So flexible. Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

“What?”

“You!”

“Me…” Pearl’s eyes narrowed. “You can’t help yourself, can you?”

“N-no!”

“No…”

She kissed him, her mouth on his. Her tongue was as skilled as the rest of her, her lips as commanding as the tentacles binding him to her. They shifted around him while she kissed him, bringing his arms and his legs together and moving to cocoon him from his ankles to his neck. One snapped tight around his neck, choking him while her kisses smothered him. Then they parted, removing attention from his cock while Pearl rose above him. She leaned out of her kiss and smiled widely at Tucker.

“I’m happy to share your dream,” she said. “What a cute little story… us. Pearl and Pine. Never forget it.”

“I could never forget you,” Tucker sighed.

“Never…” Pearl whispered. She mounted him. “Nor I, you.”

Something in the center of her swirling, binding legs pulled Tucker inside. Her natural slickness, the all-consuming way she could bind him to her and pull Tucker deeper and deeper while at the same time offering attention to his ass, his nipples, his neck with kisses from a million cups and from her careful, needy mouth, robbed him of any chance of resistance and thought. This was full submission to her, and it was everything he could have desired. There was no inch of skin she did not love, no breath or laugh or groan that did not bring her sublime pleasure. She rode him from above and gazed lovingly into his eyes while she kept him bound in loops and loops of herself.

As he inched nearer, the tip of one of her legs moved back before his lips. He took it willingly, sucked the slick and salty sweetness of her while she whispered into his ear and kissed down his neck. Deeper, she slid down his throat. Deeper, she pounded up into him. Deeper, she pulled with every inch of himself until he did not know where she began and he ended. But there was an ending coming, a great build, a sense of finality that would be more than he, or perhaps anyone, had ever experienced.

Then she spun, dragging him above and lifting the two of them up and over and around and around. The world swirled, Tucker’s mind sloshing in its pleasure. She spread him back out and lifted him off her, pulling herself from his mouth and rear. Tucker whined as he found himself airborne, above her, dripping sweat and precum and whatever natural lubrication her tender arms slathered him in. The breeze across his body, and the look Pearl fixed him with, sent shivers of desire through his entire being. His soul desired her, desired whatever she wanted of him.

“Breathe…” she teased. “I am nowhere near done with you yet.”

“P-please,” Tucker stuttered.

“Sh…” A tentacle tip pressed to Tucker’s lips to silence him, but pulled away too quickly for him to even kiss it. He licked his lips, tasting the memory of her. “Here… You want a taste?”

Tucker nodded helplessly.

She leaned back and worked his head to the center of her swirl of legs. There, glistening before Tucker’s eyes and watering mouth, was her. One leg snapped around Tucker’s neck, keeping his head primed for her. She pulled him near, half dragging him, readying him to pleasure her. And he did. He lapped eagerly, desperately, taking in her scent and taste while her legs worked around him once more. She pulled at his nipples and wrapped his cock firmly in her hundred-mouthed grip while he kissed and licked and sucked, pulling as many beautifully needy whispers from her and she delicious moans from him.

Pearl tightened around him as she neared climax, her want expressed in a full-body cocooned of sucking cups and sliding legs upon legs upon his body. Her breathing increased, the forced of her grips building, and Tucker’s tongue slid in and around her. Pearl’s squeal of pleasure was his world, for it coincided with her pulling him as deeply into her as she could, of a cocoon of pleasure felt over his entire body, of his joyous, eternal satisfaction and eliciting such sounds from this wonderful, limitless person.

Then she turned her attention to him. He was once more spread, once more beneath her, and the look in her eyes was all the deviousness he could have ever hoped to see. She giggled, and ever-so gently booped his nose with the tip of one of her legs.

“Fuck…” Tucker sighed, “…me…”

“Oh?” Pearl arched a brow. “What do we say?”

“Please…”

“Mhm.” She reached her arms for him. “Gladly.”

Pearl took him inside her with so much force that, were it not for how powerfully she kissed him, he would have screamed. The leg around his neck tightened, pushing Tucker to the limits of his breath in ways he could never hope to describe or remember. She controlled him, she decided the pace of this thrusts, the movement of his arms and legs. Every part of her was every part of him and it was immaculate bliss, limitless submission and rising, desperate potential. Around him was the slickness of her want, the sweetness and the salt, a hundred hungry mouths suckling his skin while his cock slid in and out of her. Together they moaned and whispered and gasped into each other’s mouths until, with a great heave and something so beautifully a whimpered memory of her name, Tucker came.

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