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Time to seduce — oops, I mean meet — the Archon.

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“Can you dry us off?” Helleen asked as the last of them stepped over the edge of the bath onto the stone floor of the bathhouse.

John tilted his head and then said, “I’d rather not.”

“Master likes having us wet for him,” Arika teased.

John snorted a laugh before explaining, “No, I don’t want to give away too much of what I can do. Well, okay, you’re not wrong, Arika, but I consider that more of a side effect or a fringe benefit.”

Arika beamed.

“Sounds like something Artesia would suggest,” Roxanne said. “A good tactic.”

“Gather your things and let’s check out this warming hut Danae mentioned,” John instructed.

They picked up their clothes and followed John. Danae greeted them just outside of the bath house, having seen them moving over the half wall. Artesia and Sadie stood nearby and both remained focused on looking anywhere but at their nude companions.

Danae’s eyes dropped to John’s swollen manhood. She hesitated, her lips parted but no words coming out. She licked them and then shook her head a little to pull herself out of her fugue. “Come, the Archon will see you but first you should make yourselves presentable.”

“The drying house?” John asked while pretending she wasn’t stealing glances at his cock.

“This way,” Danae agreed and motioned for them to follow her. She glanced back once but her eyes went straight to John’s crotch as she did so.

The drying house was as close as promised but it did require they walk part way around the bath house. They heard the conversation and laughter of other people bathing but they were far enough away to only catch glimpses of a few heads over the half wall as they passed.

The drying house was made of stone and had a flat stone roof, like all of the public buildings they’d seen so far. There were stones missing in places, leaving small holes for air to slip through. As they passed closer they could feel the warm air blowing out of the holes.

John studied the vents and then turned to ask Danae a question. She was openly staring at his cock. “This is amazing,” John said.

“Yes, it is,” she said and then jerked her eyes up to his.

“How do you make the wind, is it magical?”

“What? Oh, no, we have some architects that have a greater understanding of buildings and air flow than I ever could. In a way, I suppose it is magical, but they insist it’s natural.”

John nodded. “Well, I look forward to seeing it!”

Danae opened the door. A blast of warm air ruffled her hair and dress. She smiled and gestured. “Please, help yourselves to anything you need inside.”

“Thank you,” John said and stepped through the door first. Artesia stuck her head in, looked around, and then backed out. “I’ll wait out here again.”

“As will I,” Sadie said without looking first.

Arika, Helleen, and Roxanne stepped in and cooed at the added warmth and the gentle air current in the room. John was already studying a hole in the floor in the middle of the room that was covered by a metal grate. Warm air blew through it and went up to a fan that hung suspended from the ceiling, turning the blades and spreading the warmth throughout the room.

“This is wonderful!” Helleen said while studying a shelf full of combs, brushes, and corked vials full of liquids.

Roxanne and Helleen quickly set to work drying their wet hair over the grate and running combs through it to pull out any snarls. Arika found a spot nearby where the warm air tickled her skin and she spread her legs and arms to let it dry the water from her skin. She rolled her head back and forth and used a trick of her magical nature to absorb her hair back into her head. Her skin took on a leathery look for a moment, but her hair returned in a heartbeat and grew back out to its full lustrous length.

John barely paid attention to them. He was studying the grate, fan, and the strategically placed holes in the walls. They were all higher on the walls, batman escort allowing the hottest air to escape. There were no holes at the bottom of the wall, but he’d seen vents outside at the base.

He returned his attention to the doorway. They’d stepped up to enter the drying house. The vents he’d seen outside would be in the floor. He hadn’t felt heat from those either.

“I don’t understand, why isn’t there any smoke?” Roxanne asked after she was content her brown hair was dry.

“There’s no smell at all to it,” Helleen agreed and squinted to peer through the grate. “What’s down there, I wonder?”

“The heat from a fire rises more than it spreads out,” John said as he fit the pieces together. “They have something down there that provides warmth. Vents from the outside provide fresh air and it gets warmed down there, then that rises up to here.”

“How’s that even possible?” Roxanne asked.

“Master says it is so it must be,” Arika stated.

John glanced at the buxom blond and offered her a faint smile. Her blind obedience didn’t sit right with him but now wasn’t the time to address it.

“Oh, this smells nice,” Helleen said as she popped the corks on a vial and sniffed it. “This one too!”

John chuckled. “Don’t overdo it,” he warned them. “I don’t think it would benefit us to meet their archon smelling like a brothel.”

“We’re not whores, My Lord,” Roxanne said. “Whores won’t do what I will for you.”

Helleen snorted. “Maybe not, but they’d at least be able to sit on their bottom without it hurting.”

Roxanne gawked at her sister.

John strapped his dagger to his thigh and pulled his robe over his head now that the warm air had dried him. He pulled his boots on and gathered his spear that he’d been using as a staff. He turned to note that the women were going to take a few minutes longer.

Helleen winked at her twin and said to Arika, “Come here, Arika, I’ll show you perfumes.”

Arika looked to John. “Master?”

John nodded. “Go ahead. I’ll be outside. Don’t take long.”

John opened the door and stepped through to find Danae, Artesia, and Sadie were where he’d left them but they were talking to one another. Their conversation died as John stepped up to them.

“Please, don’t let me interrupt,” he said.

Danae looked disappointed to see John had dressed. Sadie seemed relieved.

“Just idle talk, Lord John,” Artesia said. “We learned that the Archon found this island and created Mygela from a simple hut she made. Others came, drawn here by visions and happenstance over the years until it is today what you see.”

John looked around. His infernal abilities let him see in the dark as well as if it were a well lit day. “This must have taken many years, it’s quite an accomplishment,” John said. “Especially in a region considered wild and untamed. We’ve not seen any civilization for some time now, but we came overland from the south east.”

“You braved the wilds?” Danae asked. “You truly are a skilled and dangerous band!”

“My companions are the best of the best,” John said.

“Skills and talent such as these would be very welcome here,” Danae said and then pressed her lips together and blushed. “I’m sorry, I say too much. I think people such as you would be welcomed here, but it is for the Archon to say.”

The door opened to the warming house. Arika and the twins emerged, their hair dry and combed and their bodies dressed. John and Danae both did a double take when he noticed that Roxanne and Helleen wore their gladiatorial armor.

Calling it armor was a joke though. Roxanne wore sandals with vertical straps that ran up her legs and beneath her short skirt made of overlapping metal scales. The straps of the sandals were joined every few inches by horizontal straps, keeping them in place but serving little actual protection. Roxanne’s outfit showed off her tall, lean, and muscled body. She wore no top, using her bare chest to distract her enemies in combat.

Helleen’s sandals only rose to her ankles, but chain mail adorned the straps to offer some protection for her feet. Her legs were bare up to her skirt, which was made of chain mail adorned thick leather strips that fell to her yalova escort mid thigh. Leather gloves with steel rings pierced through them rose to her elbows. Unlike her sister, Helleen wore a strapless bodice made of the same chainmail-sewn leather.

Danae beheld the twins in wonder. “I don’t understand… is this ceremonial dress or are you prepared for battle?”

“When my sister and I met Lord John we were gladiators. This is what we wore into battle,” Helleen said.

“Gladiators, Wonderful!” Danae cried.

“Wonderful?” John asked.

Danae nodded. “We are blessed by your visit… I will say no more as it is not my place to say. Come, let us meet the Archon!”

“Yes, I suppose that would be wise,” John agreed. He adjusted his spear and said, “Lead the way, please.”

Danae looked them over a final time before taking them back around the bath house and then to the front of the town hall. She walked up the steps and led them inside and to a long room with benches set up in it for seating. At the end on a small dais was a rectangular table made of a stone slab. Three chairs on the far side of it were currently taken by three women. Bronetta sat in the chair on John’s left and a red-haired woman sat on the right. In the middle sat a blond woman that John recognized as the same woman that had served as Bronetta’s chair when they’d been in the baths.

Danae stopped before the bottom step of the dais and stomped her foot to the ground. “Archon, I bring you visitors from the south east. Lord John and his retinue.”

The Archon looked John and the women over. “Welcome to Mygela, Lord John. To my right is Bronetta, whom you met earlier. On my left is Sildae, Oracle of Mygela. I must say, we don’t get many visitors. Why is it you’ve come?”

John bowed to the Archon, uncertain of what the proper custom was. He used the chance to cast his eyes about and make sure that Zynga was still absent. How he would explain her he wasn’t sure. For that matter, he wondered why Danae hadn’t brought her up either.

He’d run out of time to stall though, so he lifted his head and said, “First let me introduce my companions. Artesia is my woman-at-arms and master of defense. Helleen and Roxanne are warriors and gladiators, Arika is a huntress we met east of here, and Sadie is a priestess of Eile.”

The Archon looked the woman over and let her eyes linger on all of them except for Sadie. John noticed Sildae, the Oracle, seemed fascinated by Arika.

“We stumbled across your island by chance,” John said.

“I’d heard these lands were wild and untamed. Unknown to any civilized peoples, that is. I am delighted to have those rumors proven wrong.”

“The blessing at work,” Sildae said.

John hesitated at the odd phrase. “Yes, we are blessed to find such a warm and inviting place. Truly, your bath house and warming hut were marvels of engineering. I would love to learn more about them and what other natural wonders you’ve mastered.”

“Mygela is a small community,” the Archon said. “Small by intent. We have what we need and do not seek out the influence of the rest of the world. In truth, it is the very civilization you speak of that drove us to this remote haven.”

John nodded. “It is a haven. The surrounding lands feel cooler, especially as the fall sets upon us, yet this island is warm. Is this some other feat of architecture and engineering?”

The Archon smiled. “A natural wonder, I’m afraid. I was blessed to find this lake long ago. It is warm year round and heats up the island. We see snow in the winter, but only as it blows through the air and melts upon landing. Travel half an hour from this lake and winter will set full upon you.”

“That is most amazing,” John said. “I’m a bit of a scholar, among my many interests. I would love to study this land… with your leave.”

The Archon was silent for a heavy moment before she spoke. “You and your companions intrigue me, I will admit. I suspect we could learn many things from one another, but I must protect my people first. Their safety weighs heavy upon me. You will be treated as honored guests while I consider my decision.”

“I can most certainly respect that, Archon,” John said. “We would be honored to be your guests.”

Sadie ordu escort took a half step forward to gain everyone’s attention. “Honored guests, Archon?” she asked. “Pardon the crude nature of my question, but what does that mean? I ask so that none of us offers any offense by accident.”

The Archon studied her closely. “Your wisdom is noted, priestess of Eile. I regret that we have no proper shrine to the saints here. Perhaps your presence will help us rectify that oversight?”

Sadie smiled. “That would be wonderful.”

“I don’t mean to deflect your question though,” the ruler of Mygela brought herself back. “To be my honored guest means we will provide room and board. We have no inns or spare houses, so you will be guests among us. As for what you may and may not do, you shall always be accompanied by a citizen of Mygela. Some areas will be off limits, but because having visitors is such a rare occasion, I will schedule a celebration so that we can all come together and enjoy. There will be wine and food, feats of strength and skill, song and dance, and theater of both tragedy and comedy.”

“That sounds lovely,” John said. “But what of my interests? Will you permit me to study the architecture and wonders of this island?”

“We will not,” the Archon decreed. “That is until such a time as I decide you might be granted the status of a citizen of Mygela and not a visitor.”

John bowed his head. “Disappointing, to be sure, but I understand and respect your position, Archon.”

The Archon smiled. “Excellent. Now then, let us see about finding proper housing for you all.”

“I will take her,” Sildae said while staring at Arika. “Arika, is it?”

Arika turned to John, her eyes wide with uncertainty.

John smiled at her. “Go with her, Arika. Learn from your hostess what is expected of you– of all of us– and respect her wishes.”

Arika bowed her head and whispered, “Yes, Master.”

“Bronetta?” the Archon asked.

“I’m at a cross roads, Archon,” Bronetta admitted. “Either of the gladiator sisters would be welcome, but so would Artesia.”

“I think it fitting you host Artesia. Kindred spirits such as yours would no doubt give you common ground,” the Archon said.

Bronetta nodded. “I will have her, then.”

“Lord John, you will be my responsibility,” the Archon said. “As for the others… Etta?”

Bronetta nodded and rose from her chair. “I will find them suitable lodging, Archon.”

Sildae and the Archon rose as well, signaling the end of the meeting. John blinked at the abruptness and then smiled. Quick affairs of state were a rarity, after all. And he’d managed to land some time alone with arguably the most attractive and powerful woman in the community. It was almost too easy. His Mistress would be pleased.

“Arika,” Sildae beckoned the young woman. “Let me show you my home.”

Arika glanced at John again and then adopted a warm smile and all but glided across the room to join Sildae and walk at her side out of the room.

“Ladies,” Bronetta said. “Please, let’s find you suitable places to stay. Artesia, please join us and we’ll retire to my home after your companions are taken care of.”

“My Lord?” Artesia asked.

“It’s all right,” John reassured her. “We’ll see each other again soon.”

Artesia’s nose twitched as she took in a deep breath and let it out. She nodded to him and then turned and went with the twins to join Bronetta.

The Archon walked around the table and joined John. Her dress differed from the other two woman in that it had gold trim on it. It still left her large left breast bare though, and John struggled to keep from ogling her. Only the knowledge that he could have her soon with a twist of his magic made it easy for him to look her in the eye and return her smile with one of his own.

“Now that the affairs of state are over, you may call me Calista, Lord John,” she said.

“Seems silly to have you using a title for me then, John is fine,” he replied.

Her smile widened. “Good. Very good. Please, John, if you’ll accompany me? It’s been quite some time since I’ve had a man in my house.”

“A beautiful woman such as yourself?”

“You flatter me,” she said and a rosy tint to her cheeks proved her words true. “It’s a lot of work, caring for my people.”

“That I can understand and appreciate,” John said.

“Sounds like there might be some stories you can tell?”

“Only if you’ll tell me some of yours too,” John flirted back with her as she led him out of the town hall and off to her home.

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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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2nd part of this commission! Galacta walks in on Cosmos-Maiden and Elixer acting particularly unprofessional, and using some persuasion to get her way. However, there are consequences to Elixer’s powers, ones she will have to contend with!

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*****

“Oh fuck Lane! Just like that baby!”

Eyes bulging and jaw dropping, Galacta watched as the super heroine and her sidekick fucked. Sitting on top of him, Cosmos-Maiden shimmied her hips, naked, her bare, fat ass bouncing and clapping loudly against his toned thighs. A scarlet sheet was covering both hers and Elixer’s legs, ruffling around their undulating bodies as they worked up a sweat. Elixer’s small, slim hands were wrapped around Cosmos’ wide hips, the dark-brown hue of his skin contrasting pleasantly against her pale complexion. Hair waving around her, Cosmos-Maiden rode her crime-fighting partner passionately, keeping his cock completely buried inside of her pussy as she shook back and forth atop of him.

“M-Mallory!” Galacta heard Elixer moan and use the heroine’s real name, “I-I’m getting close!”

Unable to stop gawking, Galacta watched as he started thrusting harder into Cosmos-Maiden, the huge bed rocking under them. As her eyes roamed over them she noticed something, her view of the coupling duo askew; something was flopping between her rival’s legs! Incredibly long and as pale as the rest of her, there was a particularly unfeminine addition to Cosmos’s body, one Galacta hadn’t expected to see. Veiny, thick, and flared at the end, this extra part whapped against Elixer’s body with each of Cosmos’s movements, spilling a gooey substance across his svelte torso.

Cosmos-Maiden had a huge fucking cock!

The idea alone that her arch-rival was hiding something like that was enough to make Galacta’s head spin, but things got even crazier as Elixer approached climax. While his body didn’t change, his cute features scrunched up in concentration, his feathered-white bangs fluttering across his forehead, Cosmos-Maiden’s figure began to glow with energy like she had after consuming the potion Elixer had given her during the battle, visible energy emitting off of her. She was being enhanced and empowered like before! It didn’t make sense – why would this be happening now when there weren’t threats or fights to be engaged in?

Whatever it was, Galacta wasn’t about to standby and watch it happen!

“Look what we have here!” The Orcess announced her presence loudly and stomped down into the room, pausing her floating, “Cosmos-Maiden having some fun with her sidekick? How scandalous!”

Yelping, Cosmos-Maiden leapt off of Elixer, landing next to him on the bed; at the same time he lifted his knees to his chest, curling himself into an embarrassed ball. Face red, the Elf pulled the sheets up to her neck, hiding the both of them, her huge tits denting the material outward, panting as she collected herself, her lips twisting into a scowl at the interruption. Catching her breath, she glared at Galacta, Elixer’s eyes darting back and forth between the two rival superheroines, unsure of what to make of the situation. Sitting up while keeping herself under the covers, she huffed at Galacta’s cocked stance.

“What the hell are you doing here!?” Cosmos-Maiden shouted across the room, flustered, “I don’t remember inviting the second best hero in ARC to my mansion!”

“Hmmm, I guess you didn’t! But I thought I’d come see what this new, powerful sidekick was all about, since you’ve been keeping him from the rest of us. How greedy of you, Cosmos.”

“He’s my sidekick Galacta, not yours or anyone else’s!”

“Is that why you’re fucking him!?” Galacta scoffed, raising an eyebrow, “Having some after-battle fun with an impressionable young man? For shame Cosmos!”

“W-What I do in private is none of your business, Orc!” Cosmos’ hands were shaking, “We’re both adults, and it’s completely consensual. And besides, he-“

She suddenly stopped, clamping a hand over her mouth, Elixer gaping at her with wide eyes.

“He what? Tell me Cosmos!”

Galacta studied the pair, trying to figure out what was happening between them that Cosmos-Maiden was trying to keep a secret. The sex. The vial full of white liquid she’d drunk. The power she gained in the fight and now here in bed. How no one had ever heard of someone as gifted as Elixer. What was Elixer doing to her to cause her amplification? Why was he using his abilities now of all times? Was it something else that they did just to make sex between them better!? Each of the different parts of the question mingled in her brain, slowly forming into something coherent.

She had seen Cosmos karabük escort drink something during the fight with the alien, but what was it? It must have been something Elixer produced or created himself – but that didn’t make sense considering she was in the middle of being empowered only moments before. Hold on, the color of the fluid, the carnal-nature of their relationship, why Cosmos-Maiden was so secretive about him… That was it! Elixer amplified others through sex, and his cum must have been the catalyst – he’d bottled it for her to use during battles! His powers were activated sexually and Cosmos-Maiden was taking full advantage of that! It was all coming together now.

“Look, you can leave or I can report you to the Hero Federation,” the Elf threatened, giving Galacta a challenge smirk, “I’m sure they’d love to know how yo-

“Oh I get it, I understand now.” Galacta stomped forward towards the bed, “You need his dick to get stronger, don’t you?! You have to fuck your sidekick to be better than me!”

“W-What are you talking about? That’s the most idiotic thing you’ve ever said – and that’s a huge feat!”

“You don’t need to lie, Elf. I saw what you drank during the fight with the alien, and what was happening to you during sex. No wonder you’ve been keeping him a secret!”

“Mallory?” Elixer squeaked out, “What’s-“

“Don’t worry Lane, nothings going to happen,” she reassured her sidekick, tenderly patting the top of his head with her non-metallic hand, “Galacta here is just making things up!”

“Oh I think I do, and I want in, Cosmos. I want a piece of that action!”

“Not a fucking chance you, you…!” Cosmos-Maiden snarled, wrapping a protective arm around Elixer, “I’m not fucking share him with you of all people!”

“Yeah? You’re gonna stop me?”

“I can! I am the strongest hero now! Besides, even if I couldn’t, what do you plan on doing? Are you gonna kidnap him and rape him? I’m sure that would make a great headline!”

“Almost as good as the one that will come out if you don’t share him! I can see it now: ‘Super Heroine Needs Super Dick To Be The Best.'”

Galacta let out a deep chuckle at Cosmos’s embarrassed expression.

“I can, I can live with that! Who’s gonna care about my personal life when I’m number one!?”

“Good point, good point…” Galacta trailed off, studying the naked, sheet-covered pair, “But what if…”

“What if what!?”

“…what if the government took him away from you? I’m sure the suits and boys in white would love to get their hands on such a powerful Amplifier, considering how rare and valuable they are. Move him somewhere secret. Keeping him locked up in some lab away from the public eye to figure out how to harness his powers. Away from you!”

Cosmos-Maiden eyes shined with horrid realization. Galacta was right! The government made no secret that it studied all of the many heroes’ abilities and powers, and some in the past had gone mysteriously missing. They’d undoubtedly do it to Elixer as well – Hell, they’d practically jump at the chance to – waiting for the moment to take him away from her when she was otherwise-occupied, using their own cybernetically-enhanced enforcers and heroes to do so. No one knew the location of their labs either; not only would she lose her lover, but her spot as the top hero as well! Would Galacta really go to such extremes just to stay number one!?

“Galacta, hold on, you woul-“

“So why don’t you share?” The Orc asked her, softening her voice, not seriously intending on exposing the young man, “Would that be so hard? And then it can be our little secret!”

“Wait, wait!” Cosmos-Maiden stammered, panicking, “There’s a side effect you don’t know about!”

“Oh? I haven’t seen anything like that.”

“You saw it didn’t you?” She shuddered as she revealed her other secret, “You saw it while we were having sex, I’m sure.”

“Your dick? Yeah it was pretty impressive actually.” She genuinely complimented with a chuckle, her cheeks darkening, “Didn’t expect someone like you to be hung like that! But what does that have to do with anything?”

“That’s the side effect! I wasn’t, wasn’t born with male genitalia, Galacta. It happened after we first had sex. He didn’t know about it either – the sex is what causes it, not just his semen. It was a surprise, but a small price to pay!”

Galacta studied her features, trying to discern if she was telling the truth or not.

“You grew a dick because of him? That’s pretty hard to believe, Cosmos.”

“I-It’s true!” Elixir shouted suddenly, trying to be brave, “She didn’t have it before we, um, did it…”

“Interesting.”

That was Galacta’s only reply. She considered long and hard about the pair’s words, the revelation sinking into her brain. Crossing her arms over her huge chest, she mulled the idea over osmaniye escort in her head, wondering what it would feel like to have a penis of her own; it couldn’t have been that bad if Cosmos-Maiden seemed to enjoy it so much! And she was right – it would be a small price for ultimate power. Yes, Galacta could reclaim her place as the top of the food chain, the savior everyone looked up to, all for only a single drawback that hardly felt like one. She’d just have to get a new suit!

As she contemplated her next move, she studied Cosmos-Maiden and Elixer, both of whom were staring at her in anticipation. Elixer was definitely a cutie, his features soft, his body svelte but toned – plus there was that bulge snaking from his crotch and denting the sheets. If he’d made Cosmos so hung, he must’ve been packing at least as much down there! Then there was the Elf. Galacta had to admit that she was undeniably attractive. Busty with a fat ass. Seductive without trying. Beautiful. There were worse people to have to share the young man with, that was for sure!

“If I grow a dick like you claimed to have, that’s fine,” Galacta relaxed her posture, a genuine smile touching her lips, “because I want the same thing you’re getting, Cosmos.”

“Galacta, I told you, I’m not sharing!”

“Come on, Mallory,” Galacta used her real name like Elixer had, trying her best to be friendly, “I know we’ve been rivals for years now, but I’ve never hated you or anything. Quite the opposite actually. I always admired the way you kept trying and doing your best to be a great hero – you deserve all the praise you get.”

“What? Galacta I-“

“Please Mallory, we’re in private. You can drop the stage names. Call me by my real name,” She looked over at Elixer and winked, “It’s Gabriella – or Gabby, if you prefer, cutie.”

“Fine, Gabriella,” Cosmos relented, gritting her teeth as she referred to her rival so casually, “I-I…”

She took a deep breath.

“It’s not really for me to decide…” Her voice got low, “If Elixer is okay with it, I, I guess I am too.”

They both turned towards Cosmos’s sidekick.

“Well cutie, are you?” Galacta questioned gently, “Are you okay with being shared by the two best heroines in ARC?”

Slack-jawed, Elixer stared at the giant Orcess, his heart thumping in his chest. She was beautiful, of course, and in a different way than Mallory was; sure she was just as voluptuous and sexy, but unlike the Elf, Galacta was strong. Built like a brickhouse. Tall and muscular. Hot. His cock twitched under the blanket, causing it to shoot up in front of him, giving Gabby a hint of his true size. He looked from her back to Mal, trying to figure out what the right decision was here, hoping she would give him any hints of how to proceed, studying her features for a long moment.

“I-I don’t want to upset Cosmos,” he whispered, his head turning towards his lap, “she’s the one who helped me become a superhero in the first place.”

“It’s okay Lane,” Cosmos comforted him, “I knew we wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret forever. I just hoped it would be later rather than sooner!”

“So you wouldn’t be mad?”

“No, I wouldn’t. There are worse people to have to share you with, I guess.”

Gabriella grinned.

“Then I think I’m okay with it. I’ve always thought Galacta was attractive…”

“It’s decided!” Gabriella clapped her huge hands together, causing the room to shake, “Wanna give us some privacy, Mallory?”

“Oh no, that’s not gonna happen!” She huffed, sliding out of the bed and making her way to a large armchair next to it, “I need to make sure you don’t hurt him or anything. I’m staying right here!”

“If you wanted to watch, all you had to do was say so!”

Cosmos-Maiden blushed and sat down, her many oversized-parts jiggling as she did.

“You’re such a pervert!” She complained, though her nipples were hard and her huge cock was still erect, her baseball-comparable testicles nestled between her thighs, “Just get it over with.”

“Oh I plan on taking my time Elf,” Galacta finished sauntering over to the bed, situating herself at the foot of it, “I want to enjoy this.”

Not waiting for a response from either of them, the Orcess began to disrobe. Kicking off her boots, she revealed her large, bare feet, the skin the same yellowish-brown hue as her face. Her gloves were next, and she used her freed hands to remove the rest of the additions to her costume, taking off armored pads on her arms, her long flowy cape, and her large pauldrons – they all ended up in a pile around her toes. In nothing but the base of her suit, she reached behind her and began to unzip it, Elixer’s eyes going wide as he finally got to see another one of his idols naked, Cosmos-Maiden glancing over with just as much curiosity.

After pulling down the zipper, Galacta slipped marmaris escort her limbs from the suit, leaving it in a rumpled heap with the rest of her accessories, letting out a sigh of relief now that she wasn’t so constricted; as it turned out Galacta’s costume left nothing to the imagination, her curves just as extreme as they looked. Her tits were enormous, topped by gray areola and thick nipples. Her hips stuck out from her waist obscenely, the young sidekick even able to catch a glimpse of her giant ass from the front. Her biceps and thighs were huge as well, strong and muscled, veins intersecting across each other as they pulsed powerfully. The Orcess also had a small tuft of dark hair above her pussy, which was surprisingly delicate and small.

Elixer’s cock flexed once more between his legs!

“Well, what do you think Lane?” Gabby smirked, cocking her hips, “Am I sexy enough for you?”

“You-You’re amazing!” He gushed, trembling, “I can’t believe how hot you are!”

Cosmos-Maiden huffed in her chair, but found herself in agreement.

“Mmm that’s great to hear cutie! Now why don’t you show me what you’re working with? I’ve been dying to see it.”

Nodding his head, Elixer acquiesced to her request. Pulling down the sheet slowly over his body, he revealed himself to the Orcess like she had to him. His chest was smooth but firm, his own nipples small and dark, still splattered in Mallory’s drying precum. His stomach was flat and narrow, his crotch the same but covered in a trimmed patch of white that matched the hair on his head. Taking a deep breath, he forced the covers the rest of the way to his feet, showing off what Galacta had really been asking to see, his thin-but-toned legs coming into view as he did, framing the main attracting between them that immediately stuck up into the air as soon as it was uncovered.

Galacta was shocked yet again at what she was witnessing.

Jutting from his groin was the biggest fucking cock the heroine had ever seen! She was no blushing virgin by any means – having plenty of admirers willing to bed her – but none of them compared to the young man laying in front of her. Waving back and forth in the air was a veritable pillar of obscene, venous virility, reaching up to Lane’s chest easily, nearly as long as one of his arms; not only did he possess an incredible length of fuck meat, but it was damn thick as well, practically as wide as her own bulky forearm! Gabriella was flabbergasted that not only was he casually swinging such a massive thing around, but that it had fit in Cosmos-Maiden at all! He was fucking huge!

Below his towering pole sat an enormous scrotum, so spacious it forced his thighs to spread far apart from each other. In the same way his cock overshadowed Mallory’s, his balls did as well, each one nearly the same size as a grapefruit, bulging the sides of his wrinkled sack from their sheer giganticness. They were hairless, the wrinkled ball-bag on full display, several veins coating it. Gabriella could see the titanic globes rumble against each other, moving slightly under their own power – it was like he was fucking brewing more sperm in real time! Where the fuck did the Elf find this guy!?

His package didn’t match the slenderness of the rest of his body at all!

“Holy shit Lane!” Galacta exclaimed after several long moments of ogling his package, letting out a wolf whistle, “I can see why Mallory was so eager to make you her sidekick now!”

“T-Thank you Galacta, I-“

“Ah ah. You can call me by my real name now, remember?”

“Sorry! Gabriella, I,” He apologized loudly, “I was just saying I don’t know why it’s so big – maybe because of my powers?”

“Whatever the reason, I’m even more excited now to get a piece of it!”

She licked her lips as a large gout of precum bubbled at the tip of his cock.

“Now just hold tight cutie, I’ll be right there to join you in a second.”

Leaning over the bed, her massive breasts brushing against the surface, Gabriella climbed on to it, the mattress sinking under her immense, muscled weight. As seductively as she could, the Orcess crawled over to the young man, making sure to shake her huge ass as she did, jiggling her tits luridly. Lane gulped as he watched her, one of his hands going to his shaft and stroking it slowly; Gabriella noted immediately that he couldn’t encircle it with one hand, his fingers separated by several inches of fat, artery-riddled flesh. Arriving between his legs, her enormous body stretched across the bed, the superheroine dragged herself over his package, her chest sliding across it as she moved to face him.

Gabriella immediately noticed that Lane’s cock was fucking hot – and not just in an attractive way; it was incredibly warm, heating up her cleavage as it swallowed up the upper-half of his member, the bestial extremity pulsing violently against her skin. It was enough to make the Orcess moan softly, her large lips opening in a large ‘O’ right in front of Lane’s face. His cheeks reddened further at the sight, still unused to the effects his member had on people, Mallory having been the first person to sleep with him. Inhaling deeply through her nose, Gabriella rushed to grab Lane’s cheeks and pull him into a kiss.

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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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I collapsed to the ground, exhausted and racked with pain. For three days and three nights, I had been running without pause. On the horizon behind me, a pillar of smoke wafted up into the heavens, letting the world know that the city of Troy had been destroyed. On that fateful night, the armies of Greece had broken through our mighty walls and set the city ablaze.

While my body was as dry as sand from thirst and blood loss, I couldn’t help but cry in misery and agony. It was only last season that my family celebrated my twentieth birthday, I had reached the league of manhood, but I was unable to protect my parents or my siblings.

I remembered waking up to the sound of our front door being smashed in as the soldiers broke into the city. My father and brother were killed without mercy and I was stabbed in the side, a near fatal blow. I remembered falling to the floor, unable to stand or move as blood poured from my wound. Like savages, the soldiers took turns violating my sisters and my mother in front of me before killing them all and leaving me for dead.

With the fires of the burning buildings illuminating the dark night and smoke tearing at my throat, I staggered out of my home and fled the city, running past the horrors of the soldiers slaughtering my fellow Trojans. I was supposed to be a soldier of Troy, a valiant warrior that ignored all injuries and fought to death for my city and its citizens. But not once had I thought to put on my armor or even lift up a sword. Not once did I think to go into battle to fight for Troy and all the people within its crumbling walls. I just ran, ran like a coward.

Ignoring my burning thirst, the blood oozing from my side, and the rough ground slashing my feet after my sandals broke and fell away, I ran beneath the searing heat of the sun during the day and the pearled scythe-like moon at night, unaware of my surroundings and lacking the knowledge of why I was running at all.

Now I was here, sprawled out on the ground of a forest and unable to take another step, with my only relief coming from the cool night air and soil beneath me leaching away the intense heat burning within my aching body. I was more tired and in more pain than ever in my life, but the only relief I desired was the relief of death. My family was dead and my home was destroyed, what was the point of living? Now I could only hope the ferryman Charon would pity my poor soul and bring me across the river Styx without payment.

As I prayed to the gods for a quick death, the sound of footsteps reached my ears. They were so soft on the forest floor that I wasn’t sure if it was truly a person or an animal. All I knew was that I was not alone.

“Please don’t help me. Please, just leave me here to die.” I murmured with my voice raspy.

The stranger crouched down and placed their hand on my cheek. From just that small touch, I knew it was a woman. She had the softest skin I had ever felt and the tender care that seemed to radiate from her palm and fingers eased my pain and calmed my shaking muscles. The woman leaned forward and her long soft hair brushed against my skin, making me shiver. As her face approached mine, I desperately wished I had the strength to open my eyes and see her face before my death.

“It is not time for you to leave this world, you still have a life to live.” She whispered softly in my ear, speaking with the most beautiful voice that had ever blessed my ears.

She wrapped her arms around me and gently rolled me over with my head on her lap. I strained to open my eyes, just to get the slightest glimpse of her. All I saw was a green and blue glow and the silhouette of her long hair. She pressed her fingers against my lips and poured water into my mouth from her cupped palm, quenching my burning thirst. The water that ran down my throat felt like liquid crystal that was as cold as the sea in winter, cooling my aching body and calming the fires of agony within me.

“Sleep, sweet soul. Let your mind and body rest and heal so that you may continue to enjoy the bliss of life.” She cooed, brushing her soft hands against my face as my mind fell into warm darkness.

My eyes slowly opened and I gave a soft sigh. My whole body felt like it was bathing in warm wine, and while I was so exhausted that I couldn’t move, I did feel more rested than before I fell asleep. I looked around, having only the strength to move my eyes.

I was lying at the base of a tree on a bed of moss, as soft as pillow and covered in a sheet of some mysterious material that was as smooth and flexible of water, but did not feel like it was made of animal skin or a woven material. I was wrapped in a blanket of the same material, and while it was quite thin, it held in more warmth than a thick wool quilt.

Up above me, the branches of the tree were bent down towards the ground and interlaced, forming a tightly knit canopy of wood and leaves, thorough enough to keep even the most persistent rain from leaking through. The canopy was so extensive that it formed two walls with the tree as the third, creating a small egg-shaped fethiye escort bedchamber, almost like an animal den.

It was still night, but the forest seemed different from any forest I had ever seen before. Every tree and leaf seemed to have the faintest of auras, while the stars and moon glowed brighter than ever before. The air was filled with fireflies, further illuminating the forest and constantly moving around the lush fruit that hung from every tree. About twenty paces away was a babbling brook, giving off the soothing sound of water on rock. This place was a true Eden.

My body wasn’t so much exhausted now as it was peacefully tired, and every ounce of pain that had racked me before was now gone. While the night air was cool, it was in no way chilly and uncomfortable. The bed of moss I was lying on was incredibly warm and soft, and with the blanket over me, it felt like I was wrapped up in my own bed.

My eyes widened as a figure of light came into view, walking through the shallow brook. The figure approached and the light around them became dimmer and more focused, letting their features be distinguished. It was the woman from before, the woman who had saved me, and she was far more beautiful than I could have possibly imagined.

Her skin was a light greenish-turquoise shade, while her long hair was of a much deeper and more bluish hue. Her eyes glowed like the stars above us and the smile upon her soft lips was more beautiful than a sunrise in Troy. She had the face of a goddess, with features that were illuminated seemingly by the light of the heavens. Her body was quite shapely, with a narrow waist but large round breasts and full hips. She was wearing a dress of the same material as the sheet I was laying on, but it was covering her body so that her smooth thighs and slim belly were exposed, letting me see the tribal-style tattoos on her body.

She stepped out of the creek and walked towards me, with the plants glowing brightly around her with each step of her bare feet. I held my breath as she crouched down beside me with her tender smile, completely hypnotized by her beauty. She placed her soft hand on my cheek and I couldn’t help but shiver from her touch.

“You are safe, weary traveler. I am Serenity, the forest nymph, and this is my paradise. Rest and recover without worry or fear.” She said sweetly.

Her voice washed over me like warm rain. I tried to respond, but I was too tired to even use my voice. After running for three days without food or rest, my body was still half-dead from exhaustion. Serenity’s smile brightened and she stood up, grasping on of the fruits hanging above and plucking it from the branch. She crouched back down and sank her teeth into the fruit. I watched her smooth cheeks contract and inflate as she sucked the juices from the fleshy orb. With her mouth full, she relinquished the fruit and crouched over me.

My heart fluttered as she slowly leaned down and pressed her lips against mine. This was the first time I had ever kissed a woman, and the experience was better than I could have possibly imagined. Her lips were softer than rose petals and were as warm as sunlight after a chilly night. With our lips connected, she transferred the fruit juice from her mouth and into mine. It was the sweetest nectar that I had ever sampled, and the second it touched my tongue, I could feel an addiction to it forming.

Once I had drank it all, she ended the kiss and sucked more juice from the fruit, then resumed transferring it to me. She did this several times with several more fruits, draining them of all liquid and then giving them to me with a soft kiss. Through her efforts, my thirst was quenched, my hunger was removed, my body was resupplied with the nutrients that it had been deprived of, and I gained enough strength to speak.

“What is your name?” The nymph whispered.

“Felix.” I said softly, making her smile.

Serenity then moved over to my side and gently lifted the blanket and my bloody tunic to examine my injury. I jerked and writhed in pain from the fabric touching my wound, which had gone all the way through me and nearly tore my organs. While the twin wounds had clotted and were no longer bleeding, the skin around them and the wounds themselves were dark from infection. I would be lucky to last a week before rotting from the inside out.

“Why do the gods despise me so? Everything in my life is ripped away in one fell swoop, but the sweet embrace of death will only come in exchange for time and agony…” I cursed with tears falling from my eyes.

“The gods do not despise you, they took pity on you by letting us meet. Do not despair when your life is far from forfeited.” Serenity murmured.

I turned to her and saw tears rolling down her cheeks like liquid pearls. She held her face over my wound and let her tears fall onto the infected flesh. I jerked as a mix of pleasure and pain surged from the wound, partnered by the sound of hot metal being dipped in water. Serenity’s tears pelted my wound, curing my infection alanya escort and mending my flesh all the way through. The intense sensations that filled my body were slowly snuffed out and I became limp, drained of what little energy I had.

Serenity moved up on top of me and placed her hands on my cheeks.

“Do not despair Felix, do not try to escape your pain by forsaking your life. Just sleep dear soul, sleep.” She hummed. She then leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead.

“Sleep.” She whispered again. My eyelids slowly lowered, and in the moments before I fell into the realm of dreams, I could feel Serenity lying down beside me with her arm across my chest, holding me in her tight embrace as she pulled the blanket over us.

Shining brightly through my eyelids, the sun woke me from my deep slumber. I gave a yawning sigh as my body slowly fell back under my control. I was still alive, but had what I seen really happened? Finally able to move, I sat up and looked around, hoping that my encounter with Serenity had not just been a sweet dream. I was still on the bed of moss beneath the interwoven canopy of branches, and twenty paces away was the babbling brook I had seen from the night before. I looked down and spotted one of the fruits that she had bit into before kissing me. So she did exist…

I slowly stepped out of the tree nook, struggling to maintain my balance and wincing in pain from the scars under my feet. After my sandals broke, the skin had been nearly torn off the bottom of my feet from the running. I staggered into the brook and collapsed, breathing heavily. A red streak could be seen running away on the surface of the water as the dried blood from my injuries and clothes were washed off.

I rolled onto my back, letting the cool water run over me while I gazed up at the sky. What was I supposed to do? Was I just supposed to keep running once my injuries healed? Find a new home or city and try to start a new life? Would I ever see Serenity again?

I thought back to when we had kissed and the euphoria that filled my mind from that blissful touch, the sweet taste, the softness of her lips, and the tender care that seemed to radiate from her. I opened my eyes as the sound of a soft tune reached my ears. I rolled back over and looked up the river, gasping as I saw her.

Serenity was walking down the babbling brook, humming a soft tune and dancing with each step. With a smile on her face, she sat down when she reached me and gently kissed me on the forehead. The sensation of her lips against my skin made it feel like the water around me was as warm as tea.

“Good morning.” She said sweetly as she moved my head onto her lap.

“Serenity…” I murmured, unable to believe she was real.

“I’m glad to see that you are alright. As a nymph, I am unable to leave this forest, and I have never had company before. It is so nice to have someone with me.” She whispered with a tender smile.

I was still unable to believe this beautiful woman was real. Here I was, saved from an agonizing death by a forest nymph, more beautiful than any goddess and as sweet as the fruits that hung in her orchard.

“Once you are fully healed, will you dance with me? I love to dance and I would love it even more if you joined me.” She hummed as she brushed her hands against my cheeks. I shuddered as a wave of pain coursed through my veins like sludgy poison.

“How can you dance when Troy is nothing but ashes? How can there still be happiness in the world when so many men have been killed, women violated, and children enslaved over the course of a few days? How can I go on when the monsters of Greece tainted and destroyed everything that I held dear? There is nothing for me left but pain and misery and nothing in this world but war and loneliness.” I cursed as painful memories returned, drawing tears from my eyes.

“Shhhhhhh” Serenity hushed as she wiped them way.

“There is still so much in your life for you to cherish; this beautiful world full of wonder and happiness, your life and the majesty of life itself, and the gift you have of being able to see the years go by and watch the world in its eternal metamorphosis. Your life is not fated to hold only pain is misery, it is a cascade of choices for you to find your own path to happiness.

And if there really is nothing in this world other than war and loneliness, then stay here with me. Live with me in this forest so that we can banish each other’s loneliness and be together and happy for the rest of our lives. Please Felix, don’t leave me.” She cooed, wrapping her arms around me and holding me tightly.

At that moment, I could not imagine anything outside of Serenity’s embrace. Was there honestly anything in the world that could bring me more bliss than being held by this gorgeous woman? Was there anything in this world that could make me happy, other than Serenity’s sweet touch? Besides, I was still alive when I should have died. I possessed a life that should no longer belong to me, what right did manavgat escort I have to selfishly do what would make me happy when I didn’t deserve to be happy? If I were going to continue living, I would not live for myself; I would live to make others happy. And if staying alive and staying with Serenity would make her happy, then that was my new reason to live.

“Serenity, I will stay.” I said softly. The nymph smiled and kissed me again on the forehead.

“In these woods, your only worry is healing so that you will have the strength to dance with me. Thank you Felix, I know the life we will live together will be a beautiful one.” She hummed.

We were lying on the bed of moss, enjoying the cool shade of the interwoven canopy right above us, while everything else cooked under the midday sun. I had my arm around Serenity and the nymph was leaning her head on my shoulder with her arm across my chest.

“Who are you Serenity? I know only your name and that you are a forest nymph, nothing else. Please tell me more, I want to learn more about you.” I asked. Serenity hummed in reply and pressed herself against me tighter before replying.

“I was born in these woods as the daughter of Helios and his human lover. I was conceived and brought into this world in secret, for my parents loved each other and loved me so much that they wanted to keep me safe from the horrors of the world. Wherever a nymph lives, they can never leave, so my parents searched the world for the most beautiful place for me to live. They came here and I was born under this tree. Out of love, my father granted me a great gift; the Light of Outsight. Everything that the sunlight and moonlight shines upon is in my sight, letting me see the world from this forest. I’ve been here ever since, waiting for company.

What about you? Tell me about your life.” She purred. I looked up at the branch and shuddered as the memories came back.

“I was a warrior of Troy during our struggle with the armies of Greece, having been recruited into the army at fifteen. Originally I had wanted to be a poet and knew nothing of fighting, but with the skills the army trained me in and the thought of protecting my family and home, I had the strength and resolve to slay my enemies and survive every battle. I quickly rose through the ranks and became well respected by the royal family for my achievements in battle. I became one of the most celebrated soldiers in Troy. Few others had greater death-counts than I was; I was a war-hero.

I had a younger brother, four years my junior. I also had twin sisters, both barely in adolescence. My parents loved us all and were proud of my accomplishments in the war, all brought on by my will to fight and protect what was important to me.

When the news finally came that the war was over and our enemies had left our shores, I was so happy. I was happy that I would no longer have to fear for my family and have to kill to keep them safe. Maybe now I could retire as a soldier and do something with my life that would let me use my heart instead of my sword.

On the night that we retrieved the wooden horse left for us by the Greeks, everyone in Troy celebrated the end of the war. For ten years, the city had been oppressed by the fear of death, with families praying every night for the safety of their members and love failing to bloom as people strayed away from each other, either afraid to get married one day and become a widow the next, or too busy training and honing skills for survival.

Late into the night, everyone sang and drank as we celebrating the veil that had been lifted from Troy, freeing us from fear. That night, I was awoken by the sound of our front door being kicked down and soldiers streaming in. Before I could get to my feet, I was stabbed through the side by an enemy spear and left to bleed out. In a pool of my own blood and in too much pain to move, I could do nothing as the troops beheaded my father and stabbed my brother to death.

Then they made their way through the house, knocking over all the furniture and walking all over me. I could hear the screams as they found my mother and sisters and the soldier’s laughs as they dragged them into the den. My sisters… they were so young and so innocent… they screamed the loudest as the soldiers ripped off their clothes and violated them.

I struggled to move, but one of the soldiers was standing on me with his full weight and my blood loss was making me delirious, pouring from my side like fluid from a torn wineskin. Once the soldiers had their way with my family, they killed them and left, leaving me for dead. A torch was thrown through the window, landing next to a rack of scrolls. It seems like the whole house was burning in a matter of seconds, with me lying among my butchered family.

With the smallest spark of strength in my bleeding body, I got to my feet and staggered out of my home. I was supposed to be a legendary warrior and a war-hero, but I just ran like a pathetic coward. Everything after that point became a blur of pain as I ran out of the city, past hundreds of people being raped and killed by Greek soldiers. I remember the sun searing my back as I ran during the day and the cool air giving me some relief as I ran at night. I don’t remember the changing scenery, but I remember my sandals eventually breaking away and gripping my side to stop the bleeding. Finally, I remember being found by you.

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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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Tara is the first in a series of origin stories for characters or events that will take place in my new series the Bloom Chronicles. The origin stories tend to be a little spicier than the novels, but far shorter and open-ended. Keep that in mind and enjoy this for what it is! If you want more, reach out and let me know!

“Hey Tara,” the reddish brown skinned Bregan said as she walked out of the shared bathroom toward her built-in closet wearing nothing but a smile. She looked at the human leaning in to the display on her desk. “Seriously, are you studying again?”

“Hey Chelz,” Tara said and turned, her mouth opening to yawn. She clamped it shut as she took in the woman’s slender physique and she blushed. “Studying you now though, if that counts. I can make a case study for practical xenobiology.”

The Bregan laughed. “It does! Well, you’re xenobiology to me and I am to you. I was going to start getting ready for that get-together but we could be late.”

“Oh! Is it almost time for that?”

The Bregan put a hand on her bony hip. “I told you that when I hit the shower, or don’t you remember?”

“No, I remember,” Tara lied. “I just… this is my first dissertation for my doctoral. The established interfaces have terrible efficiencies and I need to find a better—”

“Yawn,” Chelzee teased her. “Come on, baby, put it aside, just for tonight.”

Tara nodded and stood up. “Maybe a little break would be nice.”

Chelzee slipped into her arms and kissed her. “Mmm, you’re so soft,” the Bregan said.

“And you’re hard,” Tara said. “Or at least bony.”

Chelzee smiled and kissed her again. “You really know how to get a girl going.”

Tara laughed. “Sorry, but calling me soft just reminds me I’m fat.”

“You are not fat!” Chelzee insisted. “You can’t compare yourself to me, baby. My people are skinny and bony. You’re aren’t. You’re beautiful!”

Tara blushed. “I’d still like to drop ten kilos.”

“You’d be skinnier than me!”

Tara snorted. “Hardly.”

“Let me show you something,” Chelzee said and lifted her chin while wrapping her arms around Tara’s neck.

Tara let her girlfriend pull her in closer. “What?” she asked before Chelzee kissed her harder. Tara let a moan escape her lips and Chelzee slipped her long and slender tongue in to her mouth. When the Bregan broke the kiss Tara was panting.

“I’m going to show you how much I love your body so that maybe you’ll learn to start loving yourself.”

Tara could still taste the musty spice of Chelzee’s tongue. “Uh huh,” she said. “I’m willing to let you try.”

Chelzee grinned and twisted the woman around so she could walk her back to the beds they’d pushed together in the center of the wall. Tara yelped as she fell and then hit the bedding. Chelzee grinned and bent over her, tugging her loose fitting pants down her legs and tossing them on the floor. She licked her lips as she stared at the underwear stretched across Tara’s sex and then reached for those as well.

“Oh god,” Tara groaned as Chelzee tugged her underwear down and left her exposed.

Chelzee’s thin nostrils flared as she inhaled Tara’s scent. “You smell so good,” the Bregan growled. “You should make a perfume of your scent.”

“Gross!” Tara blushed.

“No, divine! Kerdin herself would be tempted by you,” Chelzee said.

Tara laughed. “I’m pretty sure the archangel of your goddess has better things to do than having sex with non-Bregans.”

“Tolerance and inclusion is taught from the earliest of ages,” Chelzee said. She lifted Tara’s legs into the air and bent them back at the hips. She kissed along her left inner thigh and then moved to gently nibble with her large teeth on Tara’s left leg.

Tara gasped and growled.

Chelzee grinned and dragged her teeth up Chelzee’s leg. She paused long enough to kiss the blond curls and bury her rigid nose in Tara’s hair and inhale her scent. She shuddered and then made sure Tara’s legs rested on her shoulders as she opened her mouth wide and began to gently maul the woman’s sex.

Tara cried out as the Bregan’s teeth mashed her folds and gently crushed her in all the right places. Then Chelzee’s tongue began to lick up and down her slit, tasting and then gathering her wetness. Not satisfied, Chelzee worked her tongue down to the Tara’s entrance and slipped the agile muscle inside of her.

Tara let out a low and steady moan. Her eyelids fluttered as her girlfriend tickled all the right places inside of her. She bent her back to push her pussy up into Chelzee’s mouth, silently begging the woman for more. “Too hot,” Tara mumbled and somehow managed to tug her loose-fitting shirt up and off her body.

Chelzee was only too happy to oblige. She tilted her face forward and mashed the bony ridge of her nose into the top of Tara’s slit. This time Tara bucked. Chelzee’s tongue slithered inside of her while her nose mashed Tara’s clit and accelerated the woman into a breathless climax faster than the strongest plasma engine.

Chelzee üsküdar escort spared the gasping human when her body started to jerk with overstimulation. She tilted her head back and withdrew her tongue, but only far enough so she lick the woman’s juices as they ran from her tingling hole.

“Oh… oh Chelz… oh sweet Chelz!”

Chelzee looked up over Tara’s body and through the steep valley of the young woman’s breasts. Tara’s face was flushed and she was panting for air. Chelzee grinned and, with a last lingering lick, she crawled up her lover’s body and began to kiss her.

Tara tried to push her but not only was Chelzee strong for her petite size, but she had the leverage she needed. As Tara’s thigh rose to plant her foot against the bed Chelzee trapped it between her legs and began to rub herself on it.

“I want—” Tara mumbled into Chelzee’s mouth.

Chelzee growled a response and rubbed her sex against her lover harder and faster while she swallowed her protests and kept Tara’s tongue tied up with her own. In no time Chelzee was panting hard through her nose and then she began to let out a trilling wail that signaled her release. Tara’s leg grew wetter by the second.

“You’re amazing,” Tara whispered in her girlfriend’s ear when the woman slowed and then relaxed on top of her. “Let’s just stay here and do this all night.”

Chelzee lifted her head and smiled at the cute blond and gave her a quick lick across the lips. “How about we go out and then come back for an encore?”

Tara pouted. “Chelz, can’t we just—”

Chelzee licked her again, distracting her. She grinned and lifted herself off of Tara’s leg so she could slide down her body. She took a detour past Tara’s still weeping sex and inhaled as deeply as she could. Tara’s breath caught in her throat. Was she going to give in to her?

Chelzee turned her attention to Tara’s glistening leg. She attacked it, sliding her tongue and lips along the pale flesh and savored the flavor of Tara’s flesh and her own wetness.

Tara gasped and reached up to grab her breast. She pinched her nipple and twisted it, sending a bolt of lightning through her belly to her steaming sex.

Chelzee lifted herself up and straightened. “Come with me, baby,” Chelzee said. “Come and dance with me.”

Tara’s libido crashed. She let go of her boob and stared at her girlfriend. “You’re still going?”

“Come on, baby. We’re only young once! Let’s have fun before we can’t anymore. I’ve only got two terms left until I finish my degree. Then I have to find a good adult job or go back to my people. I want to live before I have to be responsible and I’m expected to settle down.”

Tara snorted. “I thought Bregans considered their own genders as pleasure and the opposite gender as only good for reproduction? Even after they take a partner.”

“Well, yes, but that would still have me back with my people.”

Tara sat up and reached for her shirt. “Go ahead, Chelz. I feel like I’m so close to having this figured out. If I can it will be a bit leap in understanding how we can improve the merging of biological systems and the machines meant to interface with them.”

Chelzee rolled her eyes. “Are you sure?”

Tara nodded and grabbed her underwear and pants.

Chelzee darted over and kissed her again. “All right… don’t stay up though, okay?”

Tara sighed. “Wouldn’t be the first time you found me asleep on my desk.”

Chelzee smiled and shook her head. “You’re already amazing, you know. Some day though, you’re going to change the universe! I don’t know anyone so driven and smart as you… and you’re human too! Who knew?”

“Hey!” Tara protested.

Chelzee grinned and blew her another kiss before bouncing over to her closet built into the wall of their shared apartment and opening it up to look for the right clothes to wear out.

Tara watched her for a moment and even offered some opinions before being drawn back to her terminal. She soon was lost in the work as she began cycling through different studies and tried to pull bits and pieces together to support her theory.

When Tara’s stomach rumbled she looked up and found herself alone in the tiny apartment. Chelzee had kissed her on the cheek on her way out… she remembered that much. She stretched and realized four hours had passed. She had a good reason to be hungry!

She stretched and stood up. There was no food in their apartment. Or at least nothing she wanted. Chelz was a vegetarian, like all Bregans, and Tara never had time to stock up on food or make it. Besides, there were food vendors all over the place, even a small food court down the hall she lived on.

Her stomach chose that moment to remind her thinking about food wasn’t the same as eating food. She sighed and looked down at herself. Could she go out in a ratty shirt and threadbare sweatpants? Maybe…

She glanced at the built-in closet she and Chelzee shared. Yeah, she should gaziemir escort get dressed. She kept hitting dead ends in her research, a little break might be good. In fact, maybe she should go to the club Chelz had wanted her to go to. They served food there. Good food too, she’d been there once or twice. Some tasty drinks, which she shouldn’t get. A miner’s slurry had enough calories for a full day… but they were sooo good!

Tara sighed and went to the closet. She didn’t have much for clubbing— anything really… at least nothing that fit. A few smaller outfits that she’d outgrown. It almost wasn’t worth bothering until she remembered Chelz would be so happy to see her. Tara dug in and fought past her insecurities. She was going and she was going to look good for Chelzee. Or as good as she could look.

Forty minutes later Tara was imprisoned in a dress that didn’t fit her anymore. She walked into the club, Reactor, and was hit instantly by the throbbing music as soon as she passed through the noise deadening field at the entrance. Tara paused a moment to adjust and realized there was no adjusting to it. The music, the lights, the entire atmosphere was more than just loud, it was a physical pressure hitting her from all directions. She made her way past the entryway and over to the bar. She needed a drink if she was going to spend a significant amount of time here!

One miner’s slurry in hand from the automated drink station and she turned and took a sip. It was good. Darn good! She drank more, swallowing the creamy chocolate and alcohol infused beverage until it was half gone. She panted and shivered as the almost frozen drink chilled her core.

“Okay,” Tara said out loud. She was talking to herself but it didn’t matter, no one would hear her anyhow. “Now where’s she at?”

She sipped more of her drink and moved away from the bar and looked for a table. Yeah, that was a waste of time. The place was packed, which wasn’t surprising for a Thirdday night. The first crew of the galactic standard six day week was finished and had three days off now. What better way to spend it than partying?

Tara took a step and raised her hand, only to drop it a second later. That wasn’t her Bregan. Whoever the woman was wearing a similar outfit to Chelzee, between the temporary paint and matching purple and red colors of her top, but it was clearly someone else. Tara sighed and took another drink.

She kept looking, changing positions a few times to look onto the writhing mass of people on the dance floor. Most of them were humans rubbing up against one another, but there was no shortage of Bregans, they were just harder to see because they were shorter. The Zendari on the station, however, looked like mountains among the hills. They were a head taller than almost anyone else.

Tara’s straw sucked air. She looked down and frowned. Her drink was gone. She started to turn to get another when she caught a flash of red and purple. She snapped back and stared, a smile lifting her lips. There she was, dancing and twisting and… and…

Tara set her empty drink down on the railing that separated the dance floor from the small tables near the bar. Her hands went to the bar and gripped it, hard. Chelzee wasn’t dancing, she was having sex. Sure, she was standing up, sort of. Clinging to a mountain of a Zendari woman and grinding her pussy against the Zendari’s leg just like she’d done to Tara a few hours ago. That they had some clothes on didn’t matter, Tara knew Chelz loved getting off like that. She loved riding Tara’s leg even more than letting Tara user her fingers or—

Wait a darn minute! She was Tara’s girlfriend! They lived together! What was she doing with someone else? How dare that woman put the moves on her girlfriend!

Tara was marching onto the dance floor and pushing people out of the way as much as she was working her way through them. She forced a small bubble around her as people began to realize she was there. She stopped with a meter between her and her girlfriend. The Zendari woman saw her first.

She stopped swaying to the music and grinding herself against Chelzee. It took Chelzee a few seconds to realize she’d stopped and then she looked up, a dreamy smile on her face and sweat glistening on her ridges. She saw the Zendarian looking over her head, behind her, and turned.

Chelzee’s grin didn’t fade, it grew bigger. She threw her sweaty arms out and wrapped them around Tara before the hurt and stunned woman could react. “Baby, you made it!” Chelzee squealed in her ear.

Tara remained frozen long enough for Chelzee to pull back and look at her. Her bony brows crinkled her skin when they scrunched into a confused look. “What?” she said almost loud enough to hear. Tara read her lips but she could only shake her head and turn away.

Chelzee grabbed her arm and tried to pull her back. Tara pulled harder, slipping free from the woman’s sweaty grip. She pushed her sancaktepe escort way off the dance floor and stormed out of the club. When she hit the sound deadening field she stumbled and then lurched back to her feet in the cooler corridor just in time to nearly run into a beautiful brown haired woman.

Tara jumped back just as the pink haired woman on the far side of the one she’d almost taken out took a step forward and reached out. “Sorry,” Tara mumbled and turned away.

Her eyes were burning and her chest was tight. The woman said something but Tara missed it. She looked up and watched them walk away. She was as skinny as Chelzee but shorter. She was also missing a her left arm other than a bandage covered stub below her elbow. A recent injury, maybe? Why didn’t she have a prosthetic or a vatjob arm grown and transplanted?

If she needed a prosthetic maybe Tara could—

“Tara! Baby! What’s wrong?”

Tara spun around as Chelzee came rushing out of the club to her. She was breathless and flushed. Her flush was due to a lot more than just exercise too.

“What’s wrong?” Tara sputtered.

“Yeah, I was dancing with Domina, so what?”

“Dancing?” Tara asked.

“Yeah… why?”

“So were you dancing with me earlier?” Tara snapped.

Chelzee opened and shut her mouth. She shook her head and said, “Look, baby, you know that was special. We have a lot of fun together. We get along… we’re good, right?”

“We’re good? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I like you, Tara. I’m comfortable with you and you beautiful and you know how to handle me and you taste and smell sooo good.”

Tara stared at her. “That’s it?”

Chelzee blinked. “That’s a lot! Tara, come on, don’t make this more than it is. So I was dancing and maybe I had a little fun… who cares? This is our time to live and try things!”

Tara shook her head. “I… can’t.”

“You can’t? You can’t what? Tara… come on, you know this isn’t going to last between us, right? I mean, I care about you— I really do— but you’re going to end up in some giant company curing viruses or mapping out strange xeno genomes or building the next generation biotech interfaces. If I’m lucky I’ll end up either trying to sell spaceships or solar bays or some nonsense for a few years to prove my worth. Sooner or later I’ll be pulled back to my home world so I can use my education and experience to further my family while I have a suitable partner chosen for me to continue our family lines.”

Tara stared at her. “Are you.. Chelz… no, you don’t want that, do you?”

She shrugged. “That is the Bregan way. It’s what it is. I’ll make the best of it, but that’s what my life has always been leading to. I get one shot, Tara. If I fail, I go home and have to hope that my family’s worth alone will merit me a decent match… Even that’s not truly a failure, I suppose, it just gives me fewer options and less say in who I may choose and what I might do. It sounds harsh to outsider, I know, but it is our way. Our families have to continue and I’ll have a good life regardless. It just won’t be like this… here I’m so free. I can do anything!”

“Or anyone?” Tara muttered.

Chelzee sighed. “Baby, don’t be like that. You’re human, I’m Bregan. It never lasts. I don’t know any inter-species relationships that last.”

“So the Zendari?”

Chelzee waved her hand. “You know I love big, strong women. They get me so hot. I’d never been with a Zendari, you were my biggest so far.”

“And now I’m big, great,” Tara said.

“Bigger than me, baby,” Chelzee said with a grin. Her grin faded when she saw the tears finally spilling down Tara’s cheeks. “Oh… oh Tara, it’s not a bad thing! You’re so beautiful, baby, don’t ever think I’m making fun of you! You shouldn’t want to be skinny like I am. You look amazing and you’re well within healthy metrics for your species. And your breasts, Kerdin herself would nurse at those if she could!”

Tara winced at Chelzee’s awkward choice of words. Sometimes the Bregan got so caught up she didn’t think about what she was saying when she translated it into the galactic standard language. Then again, she obviously didn’t think about a lot more than just her words before they went from thoughts to actions.

Tara wiped her cheeks and shook her head. “You’re wrong, Chelzee.”

Chelzee frowned. “Wrong? About what?”

“About us. About me. I could have made it work. We could have.”

“Oh,” Chelzee said. “I mean, maybe for a little while, but after I graduate…”

“I’d have gone with you,” Tara said. “I can work anywhere.”

Chelzee winced. “I don’t know if that would work. The people of Brega are tolerant, but nobody’s ever done anything like that… I mean, other species visit and some even live there, but you and I… I mean, I’d have a partner so we’d only be, you know, consorts.”

Tara wiped another tear. “I could have done it. You couldn’t— can’t. You can’t.”

“Baby, it’s just not that easy!”

“It is… if you loved me the way I love you,” Tara managed to say.

Chelzee froze. She stared at her and then swallowed. “You love me?”

Tara didn’t hesitate before nodding. “I did. Do. I do.”

“Oh Tara… I didn’t… I didn’t know. I never realized… I thought…”

Tara swallowed a sob and then turned and took off at a run.

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The scraping sound of a blade on a whetstone always put me at ease, the sharpening of my weapons had become an important daily ritual for me. My mother had always told me that a dull knife wouldn’t cut even the softest purse and she took extra care to teach me how to maintain my blades when I was just a boy. I could still hear her voice, “Gilbert,” she would tell me, “keep your eyes sharp and your daggers sharper. You never know when some fat merchant with more gold than he needs is going to take a wrong turn and give us an opportunity.” Every morning now, I would maintain my weapons with the old whetstone she had given me, clear my head and enjoy the few precious happy memories I had of my mother.

Sometimes the bad memories would start to rear their ugly heads, unwanted flashes of what had happened forcing their way into my thoughts. I always took that as a signal to get on with the day, focus my mind on something more productive. Nowadays, something productive meant leaving my camp in the woods and heading to the road. I stood from the stump I was using as a rough stool and tucked my now razor sharp daggers away before grabbing my shortsword and setting off in the direction of the dirt track that connected the province’s villages to the nearby city.

My well honed bandit senses had selected a good spot on the road, far enough away from the city of Helmstadt to avoid any serious guard patrols, but close enough to sometimes catch more lucrative prey like merchants or even minor nobles. Most of the time though, I would just catch poor peasants and farmers. They were easy to intimidate, but you could never take more than just a small percentage of their crop. Impoverished stick farmers don’t have much to spare and if you take too much they’ll be forced to choose between fighting or starvation and even the lowliest serf is dangerous when he’s desperate.

Not to mention it was the mark of a good shepherd to shear his sheep, not slaughter them. An ugly low chuckle slipped from my lips. Nobles really weren’t so different from a highwayman like me. We both coerced the poor and weak into sharing the fruits of their labors, I was just more honest about my robbery. Before long I had reached my current favorite spot. There was a huge old oak that sat right next to the road, its long limbs casting the immediate vicinity into dark shade and its thick trunk providing an excellent ambush location.

Taking position behind the old tree and hiding in its shade, I settled in to wait like a spider for whatever poor fly was next to come down my section of the road. Within an hour, I could see a single man leading an old draft horse down the road, a simple wooden cart hitched to the trotting workhorse. Just what I was waiting for. When the man came close enough, I drew my shortsword and slipped out from behind the trunk and caught him by surprise.

“There’s a toll for passing through here friend.” I growled, brandishing my sword and advancing on the man with deliberate steps.

“Please, don’t hurt me!” The peasant stammered, clearly unarmed and unprepared to deal with an armed criminal. “I don’t have anything valuable, just some vegetables and fruits!”

“Well then,” I commanded, “kneel there and don’t move. We’ll see what you can afford to part with.” Years of shaking people down had given me the ability to quickly assess what cargo people had and what valuables they might be hiding. The trembling farmer was indeed hauling produce, likely to the market in town. He had ten good sized baskets of various fruits and vegetables so I took one from his cart and set it on the side of the road, then made my way over to him. A dagger on his neck kept him compliant while I searched his pockets and the satchel he had slung over his shoulder.

Luckily for me, I found the silver necklace he had wrapped in a cloth and stuffed in his satchel. He whimpered as he watched me examine it, obviously it held some significance to him. It was a simple thing, a basic silver pendant on a chain, but it would have been quite valuable for just a farmer. “Where did you get this?” I pressed the distraught peasant.

“It was a gift!” He blubbered. “The lord gave it to me when I helped his son in a hunt. Oh please have mercy sir, I was going to give that to my wife!”

“You’re lucky she isn’t with you,” I snarled, “or I would have taken her instead.” The man fought back tears as I pocketed the necklace and went to retrieve the basket I had left on the road. “Looks like you’ve paid the fine. Now get lost.” The man hopped up and continued to lead his horse and cart down the road, fearfully glancing over his shoulder at me as he moved further and further away before disappearing around a bend in the path.

With my ill-gotten goods in hand I set off back to my camp, eager to disappear into the woods in case the farmer reported the incident and some novice guard was sent to poke around for a bit as a token response. Dinner that night was quite a bit better than batman escort usual, the fresh vegetables making for a rather nice stew. With my belly full and the day’s larceny done, I lounged near the small campfire I kept and relaxed, idly pulling out the necklace I had liberated from the poor peasant.

For a rather simple piece of jewelry, it was still quite beautiful. A silver chain with a matching silver heart functioning as a pendant. My mind wandered and I could picture the farmer’s wife that he had meant to give the necklace to. She would be a comely woman, her body healthy from working the fields and nicely filled out from enjoying the bountiful harvests. The farmer would give her the pendant and she would wear it proudly, showing off the rare sign of wealth to the other women and displaying her generous cleavage in the process.

I snapped out of my daydream and sighed heavily, cursing my luck. The necklace was nice, but if I had been truly lucky, I would have got my hands on that farmer’s wife! My cock twitched at the thought of the things I would do to her and my body yearned for the soft touch of a nubile woman. Someone to tidy the camp and cook the food I stole, someone to sleep with during the cold nights and talk to when the woods became silent and foreboding.

Life had been lonely since I lost my mother. She had been the only person in my life that I trusted, the only person that looked out for me and cared about my health. She had raised me in the poor part of the city, stealing and cheating and lying just to keep us fed. She was my guardian and my tutor, teaching me the art of pick-pocketing and how to handle a dagger from a very young age. When she was taken from me, I learned that the world was a cruel place, where the powerful abused the weak and only those willing to fight dirty survived.

Gradually I became conscious of the foul mood I had worked myself into and I went to my stump, producing the weathered old whetstone that was the only thing of my mother’s that I had left. The bad thoughts were chased away as I poured my focus into the activity and organized my mental state. Eventually I managed to quiet my mind and I turned in for the night, wrapping up in the animal skins that rested on my bedroll.

Morning came and I went through my daily routine and chores, gathering firewood and water, eating breakfast and of course, sharpening my weapons. With the daily tasks done and my camp meticulously managed, I set off once again to the road, moving extra cautiously to see if any guards had come to chase me from my hunting ground. No one but the old oak greeted me when I arrived, the farmer either hadn’t told anyone or more likely, the city guard was simply too busy or too incompetent to care.

Nibbling on some of the leftover stolen fruit, I huddled up with the old oak once more, waiting to see what fish I would catch today. Two or three hours later I could hear many feet marching and the clanking of metal arms and armor. Hastily I retreated into the woods, finding a more secluded hiding spot to watch the road from. Soon a troop of around a dozen soldiers marched down the road, serious looking halberds held high in their hands and heavy armor jostling as they went. Behind them a regal looking man on an armored warhorse followed along, the arrogance of a noble practically oozing from his pores.

Unconsciously my hand gripped a dagger, an impulse to kill the regal bastard flitting through my head before I quashed it. There was no way I could face off against a dozen royal soldiers and live. Patiently, I waited for the procession to pass, only relaxing when the sound of heavy boots faded away. I scowled as I looked down the way they had went, spitting on the ground for good measure. I hated nobles. Nobles thought they were better than everyone, thinking they had the moral high ground when they were just thieves and crooks like the rest of us. Nobles took more than the poor could give, nobles kicked people while they were down, nobles killed my-

Shaking my head, I collected myself. No good worrying about the past, I couldn’t change it. I went back to the old oak and settled down, hoping less tenacious prey would come down the road. Sadly nothing did and when evening started to fade to night, I went back to the camp empty-handed. Such an outcome wasn’t uncommon, so the little setback didn’t bother me much, there was always tomorrow after all.

The next day I was back at the old oak, watching and waiting like always. Now a smart and energetic guard captain would notice that I was a creature of habit and have a trap waiting for me, but in all my years living in these woods, I had never seen much of a response from the city. My guess is that my thefts and robberies were small-time enough that they simply didn’t think I was worth catching, which suited me just fine. Lost in thought, I almost didn’t notice the horse and cart approaching, the yalova escort clopping of the horse’s hooves alerting me. When the cart came closer, I recognized the man driving it and stepped out from my hiding spot, raising an arm in greeting.

“Good morning Alberic!” I called out.

“Morning, Gilbert.” Alberic replied, the merchant stopping his cart and hopping off. The cool and collected man fetched a small sack from his cart and handed it to me, the glass bottles within softly chiming as they were jostled about. Alberic had come down my road many times and after robbing him over and over, we had finally grown so used to each other that we sat down and hashed out an agreement. Alberic would bring me whatever sort of payment he could when he made a trip to the city and I would keep the road clear of any other thieves or brigands as well as sell him not-so-legal goods at an excellent price. Additionally, I would sometimes help protect his wares in town when the gangs were getting especially uppity and the city guard refused to lend him a hand.

We certainly weren’t friends, but I’d like to think we had established a mutually beneficial relationship as well as a bit of professional respect for each other. Knowing a merchant that was willing to trade with a bandit was very useful as well. Today Alberic had brought me a few bottles of decent wine, an excellent payment in my eyes.

“Great stuff as always Alberic, thank you. Have you seen any sign of other bandits on the road, or do you need any help at the market?”

“No Gilbert, the road is clear of any foul brigands, with the exception of you of course.” We both chuckled at that, one of our favorite little jokes. “The gangs in town have been quiet lately so I’ll be fine in the market. Do you have anything you want to sell or buy?”

“No, pickings have been pretty slim recently. Just peasants and serfs like always. You know, yesterday I did see a pompous ass riding by with a small army, but there was no way I’d be able to make any profit from him.” Recognition showed on Alberic’s face and he piped up.

“That would be the Baron Eadgar, ruler of Helmstadt, certainly not a man to cross. You were smart to hide from him, his attention would be nothing but trouble.” Bitterness crept into my voice and I spat on the ground to show my distaste for the nobleman.

“I’ve had first-hand experience of what happens to those that upset a major member of the nobility.” Alberic nodded solemnly and even patted me on the shoulder for a moment. He had heard my story and knew what had happened to my mother and why I made my living out in the woods as a highwayman.

“Well, if you’re lucky maybe some lesser blue-blood will stumble into your web and you can sell me their fancy jewels and frilly clothes.” We laughed again and I chatted with him for a time, even sharing some of the wine that he had given me. The chance to talk with someone without worrying about a blade in the back was a rare treat and I made sure to enjoy it to the fullest. With our business conducted though, we both had our duties to return to and my merchant acquaintance waved goodbye as he rode off to the nearby city of Helmstadt.

I returned to the old oak and decided to hurry up and wait, hoping that Alberic was right and an unimportant aristocrat would wander into my greedy hands. Time crawled by and just before I was about to give up and head back to camp, the sound of a horse and carriage piqued my interest. Well groomed and healthy looking, a single horse pulled a small coach and a weary looking guard was trudging along beside it.

With any luck, Alberic would be right and some fool blue-blood had just walked right into my hands. Biding my time like a prowling wildcat, I waited for the guard to draw close to my hiding spot before I leapt out and threw a dagger at the unsuspecting soldier. The short blade ricocheted off his weathered breastplate, but he was so shocked by the sudden attack that he was still fumbling for his longsword when I closed the distance and dispatched him with a slash to his unprotected throat.

Leaving the unfortunate guard to bleed out on the road, I rushed to the over to the carriage and wrenched open its door, eager to get a look at whatever or whoever the vehicle was carrying. The interior was lavish and well decorated, expensive curtains lining the walls and fancy filigree making it clear that this was indeed a noble’s coach. Seated in one of the luxurious seats was a regal woman, a look of alarm and concern evident on her features.

“Who are you!” She spat, disdain creeping into her voice despite the possible danger. “Where is my servant? Sergeant Gerard, remove this man!”

“Your guard is dead in the road.” I coldly informed her as I brandished my bloodied shortsword. “Now do what I tell you or you’ll be joining him.” The noblewoman grew indignant, the gravity of the situation obviously still not clear to her.

“You dare threaten a ordu escort noble, peasant? I’ll have you flogged and then hanged and then I’ll have your family thrown in a dungeon! Do you hear me, you foul pig? You’ll learn your place!” The harsh words hit me harder than I expected, they sounded an awful lot like something I’d heard before, back when I lost my mother.

Years ago when I was just a teenager, my mother and I were celebrating our good fortune. We had scammed a particularly naive merchant into paying a huge sum for a fake jewel. The run down shack in the dilapidated slums that we lived in was our little haven, a place where the cruel world couldn’t get its wicked talons on us. We had just finished purchasing a feast with the gold we had earned when the door was slammed open and an arrogant royal marched in with the merchant we had scammed.

Apparently that jewel was meant for the angry nobleman and the merchant had paid some locals to tell him where my mother and I lived. The two men demanded the merchant’s money back but their demands turned to insults when we explained we had already spent it on food. The aristocrat was the worst, calling us filthy rats that lived on the refuse of our superiors, threatening to torture us, hang us if we didn’t produce the money he wanted.

When it was obvious that we had no hidden cache of gold to give them, the nobleman lost his temper and flew into a rage, moving to strike me with the back of his hand. My mother gave him a right hook to the face and shouted at me to run while he was dazed, to get away and never look back. With frightening speed the noble recovered and drew his sword before running my mother through, killing her on the spot. Stunned, I watched him kick her corpse away before he turned to me, his eyes filled only with anger and hate.

I turned and fled from the run-down shack, weaving through alleys and struggling to breathe as ragged sobs racked my chest. All I had on me was my clothing and the whetstone my mother had given me to always keep my daggers sharp. Luck was with me and I escaped the city, fleeing into the wilderness and leaving the wrath of the noble and the merchant behind. Years passed and though I had survived by stealing and robbing on the road, the loss of my mother never really healed.

“Can you hear me you ignorant oaf?” The noblewoman in the carriage snapped me back to the present with her sharp tongue, her harsh words and arrogant demeanor reminding me of the bastard that took away the only family I had.

“Shut up.” I growled as I gave her a solid backhand and grabbed her by the hair and threw her out of the coach into the road. Her offended protests stopped when I crouched over her and pressed a dagger to her throat, her eyes desperately flitting between me and the dead bodyguard crumpled nearby. “You nobles think you’re so much better than everyone when you’re nothing but self-righteous dogs. All piss and vinegar when you think your guards are around, but suddenly you have nothing to say when a blade’s at your throat.”

The frightened woman said nothing, her face etched with terror, her eyes wide with shock. “I should kill you right here and now, be as uncaring about your life as you are with all the people you lord over.” I looked her over as I talked, getting a better look at her now that I had pulled her out of the shaded carriage. Her skin was pale and soft from a life free of hardships and she wore a beautiful bright red dress that clung tightly to her enticing curves, leaving little to the imagination. She was curvy in all the right places, her wide hips supporting a prodigious rear and her gigantic breasts barely held in check by her fancy clothing.

She had a beautiful face, expensive makeup and easy living doing much to hide her years so I could only roughly estimate her to be in her late twenties or early thirties. Her hair was a dark raven black, the silky smooth strands flowed down her back to just past her shoulders. Jewelry seemed to dangle off of her like fruit off a tree, bracelets and necklaces and even a tiara in her hair. Just the things she wore were worth more money than I had seen in years!

Thinking on my feet, I pulled out a length of rope that I kept handy as well as a strip of cloth that I usually saved for bandages. I gagged her with the cloth, forcing it in her mouth then tying it behind her head to keep it secured. With the rope I bound her hands and ankles, leaving her unable to move, lying on the road. “Scream or struggle and I won’t hesitate to cut your throat.” I threatened my new captive, venom tinging my voice. “Behave and I might let you live, though blue-blood scum like you deserve nothing but a knife in the gut.”

The noblewoman’s terrified eyes told me there was a good chance she would do as I told her so I set to work on ransacking the cart, taking whatever valuables I could get my hands on. The many fine fabrics that made up the cart’s interior were stripped away and my lucky streak continued when I found a small pouch filled with coin hidden in one of the seats. With the cart properly pillaged, I loaded up the booty on the horse that pulled the carriage and took a moment to decide what to do with the captive lady, after plucking all the precious adornments from her of course.

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Author’s Note: This will get violent again, but the violence will not be sexual. Also, I recently submitted a story in which I noted that I was still working on this one, but I don’t know when or if it will be approved of and published. So, if you read that one, and get confused when you see that this last chapter here is already done, then at least you’ll know why.

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Some time ago, while giving a motherly lecture to her sons, Danetta had said, “If you were to wander in the wilderness, and you found a delicate little music box that worked exactly as one should, you’d know the music box was created by an intelligent designer because it’s so complex. Therefore, one should look around at this beautiful world and assume that because it’s so complex it must have had an intelligent designer. Don’t ever be so arrogant as to assume there are no gods. The evidence is right here.”

Erdgar had overheard this, but he didn’t say anything. At the time, he didn’t have his thoughts completely sewed together. He had been a bit high too. Besides, he didn’t want to weaken the words of his children’s mother. It wouldn’t do at all to have his boys rebel against her.

Over time, though, Erdgar believed he had created an adequate thought or two concerning his beloved wife’s statements.

On a morning covered with melting snow, as Erdgar and Andreo were slowly driving their horses through the woods and towards the castle, the master of the estate decided to place his thoughts before the eldest child.

“Little Button?”

A pause. Then the boy nodded down at his hands.

“Are you listening to me?”

Another pause. Then the boy gave a soft, “Mmm hmmm.”

Erdgar sighed and looked back a moment, noting the sloppy prints the horses were leaving behind in the sloshing snow. Blobs were splattering and dragging along. Then he looked ahead. “I love your mother, and so should you. She’s a good woman, and she’d do anything for you.”

“Mmm hmmm.”

“But, don’t go tattling to her about what I’m about to say. Do you understand, Son?”

He heard Andreo’s gentle little sigh as he slowly absorbed the words. He almost sounded like a girl, but he was becoming a man. Soon, his voice would flitter and bounce and every word would have at least two inappropriate pitches to them. “I know, Papa. I won’t tattle to Mama.”

Erdgar took a breath, tasting the cold air and earth. “Your mother’s a pious woman, and that’s fine, but some people act as if when you have a religion there’s no need to think for yourself. I believe your mother has started to blindly follow her religion, and I’m worried that you might become the same. Take this example, the old argument with the music box. If you were to find a music box in the wilderness, the reason why you’d assume it was made by someone isn’t because it’s complex. It’s because it’s different from what you’d find in nature, completely different. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have even noticed the blasted thing.”

Erdgar cleared his throat. He wanted to seem wise. “There’s no reason to assume that natural things and unnatural things were both made in the same way since they are so different. Not only that, but we humans have knowledge of humans creating music boxes. We have no experiences of anyone or anything creating nature itself, especially not a god. We don’t even have an experience of a god creating a music box.”

There was a moment where nobody said anything. It was uncomfortable. Erdgar filled the space with humble words. “Ah … Son … I hope you don’t think any less of your poor father. I suppose … I’m always holding hope in you and your brothers. I want you all to be fine men, and I don’t believe a fine man, or any man at all, should have a perspective standing on a foundation of loose bricks. Mortar is vital, Boy.”

And suddenly, his face was warm and his legs tingled. He hurried to tell Andreo, “Listen, now! Don’t assume your mother is an idiot! She’s not! She has her reasons for thinking this way, and I’m not cross with her. Nobody should be. It’s only … well … it’s a knotted issue. Most adults don’t know how to bear such a thing.” Erdgar used a single hand to adjust a thick scarf around his head. Then he said, “A husband doesn’t need to agree with his wife on every issue there is. You’ll have to marry one day. You’ll have to have legally recognized children to continue the line. I don’t want you to carry on without an excellent foundation. Your children will suffer if you do.”

It took perhaps two full minutes for Andreo to respond with a very docile statement. “I understand, Papa.”

“Do you?”

Thirty seconds later, Andreo said, “I said I understand. That means I understand.”

Well, that was fine. Andreo was the sort of boy who said exactly what he meant, after all.

***

Tomek realized something was wrong when he saw a shadow creeping down the alley between his townhouse and another.

It was almost spring. He had been considering going off to the capital kırklareli escort to enjoy the Social Season. Heidi would have to dye her hair and draw a few false moles on her face, and they’d have to keep a low profile while in the capital, but it could be done safely. But, maybe they should wait a year or more to even try it? To give people more time to forget the famous fighter and his wife?

He wasn’t quite certain.

He did know, however, that there was danger crawling about, and that needed to be dealt with first.

He happened to notice the trespasser as he entered the house on a rainy night. That shadow .. it didn’t move as a poor beggar would. It moved with confident purpose.

He reminded his roommate and his wife to put their sliding locks on their doors in place. Then he reminded them to lock their windows. Then he carefully, quietly warned them that someone might be lurking about the house. Olga nodded with narrowed eyes and well trained fingers flexing at her belly. Heidi … well … she leaned into him, gazed up at him with frightened, wide eyes, and whispered, “Could it be … could it be your past returning to you?”

Tomek doubted that it was The Colony. They were too weakened, screaming in their death throes. There was the small chance, however, that the government was after them. However, it was still fairly unlikely. Even if the authorities had the lists of the assassins’ names, they probably didn’t have the information concerning the identifying burn scars. Even if they did, the scars were all in private locations, and the government wasn’t about to line up every single person in the nation to examine their bodies.

There was still the idea that some creep was planning a robbery or something.

But Tomek didn’t want to be careless. There was a pregnant woman in the house!

Now, assuming that the shadow was targeting someone, who was being targeted?

One of the two women, or even the servants, could be likely, if this shadow was the average sort of criminal. Now if Tomek was the target, then there would be a few signs.

Nothing happened that night, but he knew that person was there, walking around the place, trying to remain hidden from everyone’s eyes. Poor Heidi was so upset that she wouldn’t even play the violin, which was a shame. She could play beautifully.

Tomek decided to test the trespasser.

On the night after that one, Tomek told Olga to watch over Heidi. Then he dressed himself as if he was planning on having a happy nightly stroll. He even took a very fashionable cane with a golden handle. As he stepped down the stoop of the house, he very rapidly let his eyes touch a few areas around. He noticed the figure just barely peeking out from across the street. He knew it was the same person. It had the same size, same gait, and even the same behavior. It was quietly trying to not be noticed.

Besides those two people, Tomek and the shadow, there didn’t seem to be many people around. The streets were practically empty.

The snow had melted away. All that remained was chilly air and the undeterred hope for spring. Tomek lifted the hood of his cloak and turned right. His heels echoed on the pavement.

A moment later, he heard daintier footsteps a good distance behind. His head remained high and straight. He felt the white ribbon in his hair brush against his nape. The weight of his cane was unusually great in his hand. He let the end of the cane tap against the pavement as if every step he took required leverage.

So … he was the target, huh?

The shadow wasn’t an assassin. It was too clumsy, too obviously inexperienced with stalking prey. If this was an officer of the law, why wasn’t he being arrested right now?

His free hand sunk into one of his coat’s pockets.

He walked on, and on, and on … waiting …

Once a good while was wasted, Tomek halted at a very large building of plain but hefty bricks. It wasn’t a beautiful place, on a cotton spinning mill. It was barren of any comforts other than a lobby and a few offices. Everything else was reserved for complex machinery.

Tomek walked under the street lights, his form tinted in a faint yellow orange. He hung his cane on a button on his waistcoat. Then he pulled a little tinderbox and a ring of keys from a pocket. He lit an outdoor sconce near a side entrance. He unlocked the door.

Still there, waiting, watching, pursuing.

He entered the building. He didn’t lock the door. He didn’t completely close the door. He left a crack there as he put his keys back into his pocket.

As he walked, he paused at times to light a sconce or a lamp. In this choppy, slow manner, he moved up a narrow set of stairs and into a hallway on the second floor. His office was a room in the middle of one side of the hallway. He chose the door to that office. The hinges there were a bit squeaky. He left that door subtly ajar as he entered.

He afyon escort placed a lit candle on a side table near a window. Then he turned a tall, leather office chair, a sort with wheels on the bottom, towards that window, as if he wanted to lazily admire the urban scenery.

Tomek didn’t sit in that chair. He kept his steps light as he stood right next to a thick filing cabinet, which was beside the door, the only door in the room. He removed his cane from his waistcoat.

He heard the door’s hinges creak.

Someone with dark skin and black cropped hair, wearing a plain cloak, a coat, and breeches, carefully approached the office’s desk. The hands and feet seemed fairly small … and … there was a delicate air about the person’s face. Was that a woman? Hmmm … Tomek believed so. In fact, she seemed familiar.

She reached under her coat … and she pulled out a …

A pistol?!

She pointed it at the office chair and made wide steps, walking around the desk. Her eyes were pinned to that chair.

Tomek’s body remembered the past well. In barely a flash of motion, he was there. He had turned and pulled the cane’s handle, revealing a long and thin blade. He had brandished the cane-like sheath as if it too could be a weapon.

The blade pierced through the layers of clothing and into the flesh of her back. He knew because of how much the blade sunk. The trespasser’s body jerked. There was a gasping, grunting sort of noise. Her pistol fell and banged onto the wooden floor.

Tomek pulled the blade back. Blood oozed. He put the length of his cane over the woman’s throat, pulling her from behind. He wanted to throw her against a wall and ask her some serious questions. In his mind, she obviously wasn’t an on duty police officer, likely wasn’t even from the government, because she was committing a serious crime, and she didn’t even have the nerve to pretend that she had a search warrant or even an arrest warrant.

Not only that, but death warrants weren’t a thing. She had no business trying to kill anyone here.

She let herself fall back. That was risky, but she did it, and as she did it she managed to roll and twist her body similar to how a cat would. Tomek tried to stab downwards, but he actually missed the woman by a few centimeters.

The woman was rather respectable, actually. If he had the time, he would have politely applauded her.

Still on the floor, the woman kicked herself forward, reaching out for the pistol with her left arm. Tomek stabbed her left shoulder, earning another cry from her. He jammed the flat end of his cane into the back of her hand. He heard some of the bones crack just before she cried out again.

Tomek put the heel of his foot over her injured shoulder. Then he kicked her so hard that she screamed and slid back from the force of it. He quickly bent down and tossed his cane/sheath aside, making sure that the woman couldn’t reach it.

His left hand claimed the pistol.

He stepped away as the woman struggled to get up to a crouching position. She was so amazingly angry.

Assuming it was loaded, Tomek pointed the pistol at the woman’s face, and he pulled the trigger.

And it exploded in his hand.

***

When Tomek didn’t return the morning after his walk, Heidi thought she would die from concern. She imagined him dead with signs of torture, his teeth broken, his nails ripped out of his fingers, his skull bashed in.

Either her worry or her pregnancy had her vomiting. She didn’t know which. She reached a point where she was chewing mint leaves as if she was addicted to them. She wanted to call the police, but she didn’t know if that was the best idea. After all, Tomek was a former assassin who didn’t want any attention from the government.

Olga told her to wait for a month. If Tomek didn’t show up by then, he was likely dead, and she’d better marry someone else. At least those were Olga’s words. Heidi’s response was to vomit again. She hoped her teeth wouldn’t be damaged from it all.

She didn’t have to wait for a month because someone knocked on the door in the afternoon. Heidi didn’t let any of the servants answer the door. She sprinted there and opened the door so eagerly that she slammed the wall.

There was a man wearing a plain coat that had a shiny badge in plain sight. A weapon was attached to his waist. He said down to her in a solemn, concerned tone, “Excuse me, does Mrs. Heidi Maly live here?”

Heat faded out of all her skin. Even her nose felt cold. She sniffed and said, “I … yes. I’m Heidi Maly. What can I do for you, Sir?”

The man, who seemed to be a police officer, nodded and said, “Ma’am, I have upsetting news.”

A rush of footsteps!

“Officer! You need to be more specific! Now let me through!”

Tomek nudged the officer away and sauntered into his house with the most triumphant grin in the world. The left half of his face had a few amasya escort new scars as if sharp bits of metal had scattered onto him. His left hand was wrapped in a bundle of bandages. He was wearing an ill-fitting outfit that was different from what he had on the night before. Had someone loaned it to him?

It didn’t matter. Heidi wanted her arms around him.

Later that night, as they embraced each other on the edge of Heidi’s bed, Tomek whispered the events into her ear.

“The gun blew up in your hand?” Heidi murmured as her fingernails tightened into his shoulder.

His bandaged hand patted her thigh. “I believe the madwoman had tampered with it beforehand. She knew I’d be able to take it from her. She knew I was waiting for her to attack me.”

“What did you do then?”

“I dropped the thing, of course, but the woman sprung up and tried to wrestle with me. She was even able to twist my cane’s blade out of my grasp. But it didn’t matter how much she fought with me. I was stronger than her, and I believe I was more accustomed to pain then she was. Her body was weakened and slower. I was able to overpower her. I put her to the floor and broke her neck with my foot.”

Heidi blinked and took a deep breath. “She’s dead?”

“She’s very dead. The local morgue has her now. Nobody seems to quite know who she is. She didn’t have any identifying documents or badges on her person. The courthouse will put a notice in a newspaper and wait a few days for someone to claim the body. If nobody does, they’ll cremate her and put her ashes in a jar.” Tomek smothered a laugh with his good hand. “They have to save the graves for more important people.”

Two months passed on. Even though the mystery woman’s body had been turned to ashes, someone eventually asked about her. It was the king himself. It seemed that the head of the Invests, of all people, had gone missing. Since he just happened to see the notice in the newspaper one day, the king had wondered if the body belonged to that particular woman.

Unfortunately … the king happened to read that newspaper two months or so after the cremation date. It probably wasn’t his fault. A king must read several newspapers from several cities every day in order to be a well-informed monarch. It would be entirely sensible to skip one particular newspaper one day and leave it for later, and perhaps even forget about that newspaper entirely. It would even be sensible to forget to read sections of a newspaper, or merely glance over an article without thinking much of it.

Esther Urvine … the head agent of the Royal Investigators … holy damn!!

Heidi wondered about the details. She didn’t have to wonder too long. Tomek was the sort of man who knew exactly who to bribe and how to do it so indirectly that he could never be accused of it. He paid one man to pay another, and then another, to bribe an officer to listen in on the conversations of detectives. According to the Royal Investigators’ records, during the time of Esther Urvine’s disappearance, she was not on any assignments. She was not on duty. She hadn’t been working at all. Whatever she had been up to, it had not been sanctioned by the government in any way.

There was no way to genuinely prove that the woman Tomek killed in legally recognized self defense was Esther Urvine. The king had apparently been distressed to learn that. However, he didn’t pry into the matter.

Assuming the now cremated woman had been Esther Urvine, that would mean she would be accused of trespassing and attempted murder … in a sort of postmortem way … but yes, she would be accused, and she wouldn’t even be able to defend herself. Even if the accusations were false, rumors were much tastier than evidence. Her ethics as an investigator would be questioned. All of her previously solved cases would be re-opened and examined with fine toothed combs and exhausted eyes, just to make sure there weren’t any spots of corruption there.

This was terrible, regretful, and plain wrong, but it was more trouble than it was worth. The best option was for Esther Urvine to simply be known as missing instead of dead.

“I don’t know why she wanted to kill me,” Tomek told Heidi one night. “I don’t care. I don’t want to think about it. I only want to return to a normal life with my pregnant bride and my new career in cotton spinning.”

Heidi nodded and asked, “Do you believe everything will be normal from now on?”

“If not, I’ll find a way to force everything back to normalcy.”

***

Enio and Ermo were a year old. Their overall weight was three times as much as when they were born. They understood the concept of standing up and taking a few steps before falling flat on their bottoms. Other than that, they weren’t walking yet. They did their best to help adults dress them. They knew how to sloppily feed themselves, their bare hands squishing into or enclosing whatever edible thing was before their pink faces. Honey was a favorite of theirs. They could also say the words Mama, Papa, no, yeah, and yummy.

Andreo liked to sit down on piles of crinkling autumn leaves with one of the youngest baby brothers sitting in his lap. He’d entertain the brother with a toy and pat his silky soft head. During these moments, Erdgar, Danetta, or the nanny would often play with the other baby.

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