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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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The House of Marlowe

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The crowded streets of Solace, full of dirty people drudging about dirty lives, passed drearily by the House Firebridge personal carriage as it wound its way along through the lower merchant district towards the high streets. Inside, HouseMistress Sabrina Marlowe watched the scene of poverty through the curtained window, regarding the multitudes of unwashed peasants crowding up to carts and stalls, hoping to find fair deals. Others, even less fortunate than these impoverished masses, milled among them shaking cups and begging for alms of mercy, hoping for at least enough ferring to add up to a meal.

There was a familiarity to it all, her earliest memories being of the rank stench of these streets and their denizens, the hungry din of their pleading voices. She’d never been one of them, but she had grown up on these streets, among these wretched people.

It seemed so long ago now, another life, but as the daughter of a prosperous merchant, she’d spent her youth watching people scrabbling at the wares sold on her family’s myriad stalls and in their shops. Though her father had begun poor, she’d been born into comfort, which had grown into full wealth by the time she was first flowering into a woman. She could still remember the hours she’d spent, at her father’s insistence, working in the finer shops of his holdings, talking up trinkets and coaxing people to give over their last coins to own something they didn’t really need.

All his children had spent time in one shop or another, the oldest of them having manned stalls before the first of his shops had been bought. While he’d not needed them to ever work a day in their lives, the intent was for them to gain a bit of perspective and understanding of how to do business, as well as learn a bit of gratitude for their own wealth. While most of her siblings had despised their turns, finding it all too sordid and common, Sabrina had thoroughly enjoyed playing peddler.

The challenge of convincing people to purchase something utterly useless, when their money would have been better spent elsewhere, had been interesting. Of course, it had not hurt that she’d been blessed with beauty from birth, learning quickly that a little bit of sauce made every goose more appetizing. What deviances she developed were overlooked by the effectiveness of her ability to garner gold. Her father had plenty of other children that he could use as bargaining pieces to strengthen his business empire through calculated marriages.

As his youngest, the last of twelve children, Sabrina was free to be as much of a black sheep, in terms of virtue, as she wanted. Her talent was making money and manipulating people into giving it. Perhaps, it was for that reason that he’d chosen to leave control of the family empire to her, when he’d died. Though Sabrina knew that her likeness to her deceased mother had at least a little to do with it too, as had her willingness to use that to her advantage to manipulate her father.

Such a scandal it had been when his youngest child, a daughter-child to boot, inherited all control of the family business. Delicious had been the looks of outrage and scorn on the faces of her older siblings. Most knew well what unmentionable things she’d done behind closed doors to cement his favor, but had no power to undo any of it. All the more delicious had been their faces when they’d learned that she’d drained dry all the family coffers within the first year and purposefully leveraged the empire into insurmountable debt.

However, that was learned only after she’d ‘reluctantly’ bent, at long last, to their constant demands that she sold her ownership of the business to them. She used all the money they paid her for a derelict empire to create her arena stable and establish herself as the only female House owner in the Grand Arena. She named it House Firebridge as an inside joke to the bridges she’d burned to acquire it.

During her time playing salesgirl in her father’s shop, she learned that what the people of Solace were most willing to spend their money on was the Arena. It was a place where they could forget their own woes, revel in the spectacle of blood and death, and maybe manage to win a little extra money in the betting windows. It was where real power and real wealth was found.

And so, she’d set out to make herself a part of that world. Carefully and carnally weaving her plans one step after the other. First had been to convince her father to hedge out the rest of the family and entrust the family legacy to the one child who seemed to love being a merchant, not just a spoiled brat. Second had been to arrange for an early inheritance. And then, bahçelievler escort third, to secretly funnel the family fortune into illegal research.

The result of that research into alchemical transformations and enhancements had been Kalder. The fusion of elemental forces into a human form, altering him into a creature that would excel at combat. Of course, Kalder had been the only success out of dozens of attempts, as well as the only one who’d survived. She’d only really needed the one, however, so upon his creation, she enacted her fourth step.

She had the illegal operation uncovered and the research destroyed. She acquired Kalder, convincing him that she’d ‘rescued’ him from his tormentors, and turned him into a star of the arena. For that, he’d become a slave of unsurpassed loyalty. And his stone-like appearance had inspired her to create a kind of gimmick for her House, her experience as a merchant having taught her that such things were quite effective for gaining recognition.

With the fortunate find of the aljin, Colja, while building her initial stable, she crafted her idea of having a ‘Four Elements’ to lead her stable. It had taken her almost a full year to find someone who seemed to epitomize ‘water’ and was capable of being a champion. A beautiful woman who, unexpectedly, was killed during her second time on the sand.

While Kalder and Colja managed to remain survivors, as well as develop very impressive win records, the other two places in her foursome had proven much more difficult to keep filled. It wasn’t until Myrinus that she finally found a lasting ‘water’ and Sasiniel, purchased only a little over a year ago, that she’d found a suitable ‘air’. However, by that point, the novelty of the idea, which initially succeeded in earning her House considerable attention, had mostly disappeared and become more of a kind of hierarchy within her stable than an attraction for the House.

She’d been considering for some months to just let go of the long-suffering concept, novelty having a short shelf-life among the masses. As it was, Sasinel only fit the ideal in abstract and Myrinus, though a very capable warrior, lacked the real overall versatility that others had. Leita, for instance.

At the thought of the blonde gladiator, Sabrina sank back a bit into the upholstery of the carriage, a warmth floating up through her. The young woman excited her, she couldn’t deny it anymore. Excited her both as a growing champion and popular attraction of her House and as a pleasing toy in her bed. While she’d not thought much of the girl when she’d first seen her, now she found herself lusting for her, at times.

As much as she hated to admit it, she had let the girl get under her skin a little. There was nothing there as absurd as actual romantic desire, but there was no question that she had developed a strong favor to Leita. And so, she’d come to a decision.

While Kalder and Colja was still fonts of unyielding ability, their talents at teaching others to fight were proving almost better than their skills in the arena. However, Myrinus and Sasiniel, though very talented gladiators, lacked real skill as mentors. The sidil was too stand-offish and aloof to be well liked and the mariner lacked any real leadership ability at all.

While both were considered very highly rated gladiators, bringing in good money for the House, Sabrina had decided it was time to remove both from their positions. In the case of the beautiful, pale, sidil, Sasiniel she intended to make into her new concubine. While she was not exceptional as a lover, her exotic beauty and grace made for an excellent jewel to keep at her side for social functions. While she chaffed at being forced into a collar, her strange sense of discipline (or dogma) seemed to obligate her to conduct herself servilely.

In truth, given that sidil were rare as slaves, yet always in high demand, having Sasinel in a role likely to see her maimed and scarred had never seemed like the wisest choice. Better to have her where her considerable talent for dance could help lubricate negotiations or be used as an enticing draw for useful guests. All the better that she was able to defend herself and her owner, should the need arise.

Myrinus, however, had no other use than as a combatant. However, ‘demoting’ him seemed like a bad move, given his popularity within the stable. While he was a poor leader and teacher, he had excellent charisma in general, and seeming to fickly punish him for no reason could harm the loyalty of her stable. For that reason, she’d decided that it would be easier to just sacrifice him on the altar of profit.

She’d arranged for the guardsman she’d managed to get into her pocket to slip a blade into his side before he stepped into the arena. She’d secretly wagered a hefty sum against him through a proxy, while making a much smaller wager in his favor publically, bağcılar escort so to avoid the Arena from suspecting her of tampering. Being that he was favored to easily win, ensuring his defeat would secure her a tidy net return. Only, he’d surprisingly turned out to be far more durable than she’d expected. While he had lost, earning her the return on the wager, he hadn’t died, which had been the intention.

When Cornelius and Cookie wound up playing their little gambit, however, placing the blame on her concubine seemed the best recourse. It added fuel to the fire she could use to burn the traitorous whore and deflected any possible suspicions immediately. Luckily, the guardsman had no idea who he actually was acting on the behalf of, so there was no reason not to let him also burn as Cookie’s accomplice.

It had also, unexpectedly, managed to motivate Leita to become a willing and eager playmate in bed. Likely, to spite the woman who’d appeared to have not only have tried to kill her, but kill the man Leita had used to thwart her previous attempts at harassment. It had all worked out so beautifully. So well, in fact, that Sabrina had made yet another, very expensive, decision.

She felt the carriage come to a halt, finally, in the high street district of the city, where she had an appointment to see an old ‘friend’. Unlike the lower merchant quarter, this area was populated mostly by those of wealth, power, and terribly spoiled personalities. While this was the class of society she was more used to, Sabrina had always found such people to tedious and boring. The Baroness Wilholme, whom she was here to see, was one of the worst.

As a footman helped her down from the carriage, she spoke to him. “There is a large coffer in the carriage trunk, darling. Please bring it to me in about half an hour.” She heaved a sigh at the idea of that chests contents, feeling a stab of pain in her soul. Silently, she asked herself if she was certain that this was worth it.

However, without actually answering that question, she pushed it aside. Whether wise or foolish, this was what she intended to do. Baroness Wilholme would just have to accept it.

Crossing to the door of the upscale eatery, a pair of bodyguards flanking her, despite the relative safety of this area, she was shown in by a greeter. Without needing to ask, the greeter began leading her to where the Baroness had been seated, which turned out to be a table out on the terrace, overlooking a grand swath of garden.

“Sabrina, dear, always good to see you.” The noblewoman gushed in a plastic tone that failed to sound sincere, even if actually was. “I do hope you are well.”

“Quite, Farrah. And, it is always a pleasure to see you as well.” Sabrina responded in her own polite voice, which did sound sincere, even though it actually wasn’t.

As she was seated, her guards moved back and off to one side, near at hand, but out of the way. A similar pair of guards, as well as a couple of personal slaves, graced Farrah’s side of the table. Despite that neither of them needed any such attendants here, nobles in Solace typically used their entourages as a kind of status symbol. That Farrah had only brought four to this little tea spoke that she was trying to suggest that it was of the utmost casualness.

“I am told that they have received a rare shipment of Miskenbaal White tea here.” Farrah said pleasantly, a dainty smile as plastic as her voice, on her lips. “I took the liberty of ordering us a pot. I’ve heard that it is quite the delicacy in Creekshire. I am certain you will find it agreeable.”

“My thanks, my Lady.” Sabrina responded diplomatically. Sabrina had actually had it before and, not only was it a rather miserable tea, it wasn’t at all considered a delicacy in any country. However, if she knew the Baroness, she would stand by her belief that it was some kind of special treat, even if it made her sick to drink.

The Baroness began nattering about a bit of local gossip, something about a Lord who’d offended another Lord in some absurd way. Sabrina, however, took the moment to steel herself. She’d brought three hundred crescents to give the Baroness, repaying the money she’d received to purchase Leita and destroy her. She intended to keep Leita, eventually build her into one of the stars of her House, if not the House Champion.

She was done with schemes to tear the girl down. Nothing had really worked anyway, only pushed her to grow stronger and better. It also didn’t hurt that Sabrina growing fondness for the blonde gladiator was making it harder and harder to enact such plans. In the end, she felt certain that Leita would eventually earn back every ounce of the gold she was returning, and then some.

That didn’t make it any easier to have to return a literal fortune in gold coins. Three hundred crescent would be life changing for any of the people she’d passed in the lower ümraniye escort quarter and, unlike the Baroness, Sabrina wasn’t so spoiled by her own wealth to have lost sight of that. While its loss wouldn’t be considerably damaging for her, it was still hard to see it leave her ledgers.

“Oh, yes! I almost forgot.” Farrah said, her shift in tone catching Sabrina’s attention away from her sulking thoughts. “I want to thank you for finally taking care of things with that horrible girl. Her demise was worth every bit of what I paid.”

For a moment, Sabrina just looked at her with concealed confusion. “I’m…glad you approved.” She said, putting a smile on her face to cover the fact that she was still not sure what the noblewoman was talking about. “It was a pleasure to help.”

Farrah chortled lightly. “Well, it was a pleasure to see her getting her come-uppance from that ugly beastman in the arena. Hopefully, that will be a lesson for my errant husband.”

The effort not show the sudden revelation and surprise from reaching her face stole Sabrina’s ability to reply verbally, but she managed to tilt her head and give a ‘there you are’ gesture. The stupid woman had obviously mistaken Cookie for Leita. Of course, it wasn’t a surprise that she must only remember her former slave as a timid, blonde female. Sabrina didn’t think the Baroness had ever actually even known her name to begin with, could not remember her ever referring to Leita by name even once in all the times they’d spoken about her.

Nor was Farrah capable of paying enough attention to anyone other than herself to actually recall that ‘Cookie’ was the name of Sabrina’s concubine. Well, ex-concubine now.

“So glad that I entrusted this to another woman.” Farrah went on, oblivious to any signs or clues that her ‘friend’ was still trying to recompose herself from what she was saying. “I should have known a letch like Venge wouldn’t be up for destroying a girl he found pretty. Such a hound.”

Sabrina’s managed to make her scoffing laugh seem as though she were agreeing with the Baroness, but was actually aimed at the fact that she knew that Farrah had been gagging for a chance to catch the charismatic Houseowner’s eye for ages. Of course, Farrah’s capacity for hypocrisy knew about as much bounds as her ability for self-absorption.

As the Baroness shifted to some new rant about male nobles in general, Sabrina’s attention turned back inwards, digesting this little change of fortune. If she believed that Cookie was the slave she’d put her pointless ire on, believed now that she’d been dealt with in a manner she approved, then this solved everything. Sabrina could not only keep the money, but could keep Leita as well without worry of the Baroness continuing to interfere.

All it had cost her was Cookie, her companion of almost ten years, who had betrayed her. While she’d never loved Cookie, there had been a time when she was exceedingly fond of the woman. She would be lying if she claimed there wasn’t some small grain of sadness in her loss. However, since granting her an unofficial freedom and a measure of power within the House, Cookie had quickly changed into something foul and venomous. At first, it had proven a bit useful, but eventually became more tedious than anything. Honestly, the Cookie that she would miss had been gone for a very long time.

She begun to realize that Cookie had aims and expectations to take over House Firebridge someday. It was a foolish belief born out of her growing confidence that she was ever something more than just an unleashed whore, but was very likely to eventually turn into an idea that eliminating Sabrina might be to her profit. She’d been watching for any sign of Cookie’s loyalty wavering and Cornelius had provided that.

Despite the betrayal being, ultimately, minor and not aimed at Sabrina herself, it was more than enough to motivate her to snip the poisonous flower before it could flourish and infect more of the House. Ever since, it had seemed as though she’d been tripping into good fortune over and over. This instance being only the latest lucky turn.

“Ah, here is the tea!” Farrah spouted happily, sitting up more properly as the attendant came over with a steaming porcelain pot. “Barton, prepare my cup.” She gave an absent gesture to one of the slaves with her, an older and distinguished slave with beautifully dark skin and deep eyes.

“Yes, Mistress.” He intoned obediently, stepping close and going straight to his work.

Sabrina peered at the slave a moment, recognizing the name, somewhat unexpectedly. Leita had spoken of him as the man who had taken her partly under his wing when she was still a very young child. As she understood it, he’d also been the one to prepare her for what would begin happening to her as it became apparent that she was growing into a somewhat attractive young woman.

While it would be absolutely scandalous for her to try and speak to him at the moment, she would love a chance to ask the man about Leita. Even if it wouldn’t have been a breach of etiquette, with the Baroness unaware that her previous slave was still quite well and alive, Leita was a subject best left away from her ears going forward. She decided that she would simply let her loyal gladiator know that she’d seen him and he looked well.

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She was beautiful.

Jiri was at a party, and saw her across the room. He was here to meet another girl, but she had stood him up. He was angry at the human race, one half in particular, and he intended to drink himself into a stupor.

When he first saw her, he put down his drink. He could do nothing but stare. She was laughing with her friends, throwing back her beautiful black mane of hair. Her hand was behind her lover’s neck, delicately kneading and stroking. Jiri could see the strength in that hand, and with a suddenness that surprised him, he felt a flash of desire to feel that strength, all of it.

Without any warning, she turned her gaze to him, and, for a moment he felt completely open to her. Her look conveyed comfortable familiarity, a shared-but not-quite-understood joke, and a terrible possessiveness, all together and in the space of a few seconds. The intensity of that gaze took his breath away, then she pursed her lips to blow him a gentle kiss. Without a word, and before her companions noticed her momentary lack of attention, she turned away again to continue her conversation and her fingers’ gentle dance.

Jiri knew that this encounter would colour his life. Whether she ever spoke to him or not, he knew that those brief seconds had given him a glimpse of something both majestic and magical. He had never felt this way about another human being, and was somewhat afraid.

He considered running even then, to go home to his single room and to lie wakefully in the light, trying to forget the power of this woman’s eyes, mouth and lips. He was too weak to go, and too weak to move towards her. He simply turned around, and for the first time tried to distract himself with the other guests. The black mood in his heart had lifted, and he found himself able to join a conversation with some young university students, and was beginning to enjoy himself again.

By the end of the party, only a handful of guests remained. He was ensconced in the kitchen talking to a pretty young thing whose name was Helen. They were earnestly agreeing about the perils of globalization, and a sort of intimacy was developing between them.

Suddenly, Helen, startled, looked up behind Jiri and went quiet. She shook her head as if her vision was blurring, and, a little apologetically, said

“Sorry, Jiri, but I’ve got to go”.

She left quickly without another word.

Before he could turn to see her depart, he felt a gentle touch on his neck that he both welcomed and somehow expected. Those strong fingers were soon kneading and caressing his own neck, and he lowered his head as a strange lassitude and warmth spread across his shoulders and down his spine. For several minutes, he let those fingers work their magic, and he closed his eyes and let them drain all the tension from his frame.

“What is your name, my love?” she asked

“Jiri” was all I could say.

“Jiri, my name is Euryale. Come visit me some day,” she said, “I am a sculptor, and would like to make a statue of you.”

She pressed a card into his hand, and the gentle pressure on his neck ceased. By the time Jiri had collected his wits and turned around, she was gone.

—

Jiri would have liked to visit her the very next day, but his work commitments would not permit it.

Instead of the excitement of her invitation diminishing, however, he found it increased day by day. When Friday finally rolled around, he stayed until midnight working on his project and tying up loose ends.

—

He made his way out to her studio early on Saturday morning. It was devilishly hard to find, being in a tiny street in a part of town that he would have considered most imprudent for such a beautiful young woman to walk around in.

When Jiri found the studio closed, he was devastated. He knocked repeatedly on the glass doors, and peered within. He beheld a fascinating sight, and for a short time he stopped his knocking. Euryale’s studio contained about a dozen statues of various people, and all were portrayed naked. From each male statue jutted an engorged penis, carved with meticulous precision. All their muscles appeared to be straining, as if against some unseen but mighty force. Every female statue was posed with their pussy open and accessible, as if some invisible implement were still embedded within, and their arms around some unseen lover. Without exception, every statue was represented with its face carved in the terrible rictus of sexual ecstasy.

One statue, near the front, Jiri recognized. It was a representation of the man, Euryale’s lover, that he had seen at the party. Strangely, he seemed to be carved from stone of a different hue to those of the others. Where all the other statues appeared grey and dull, this statue appeared carved in pink marble. The eyes were green, as if coloured with watercolour, and the lips were of a darker tone, with some of the colour of blood. The colouring on the penis was remarkable; the carved veins in the representation artvin escort of the penis were cleverly matched with coloured veins in the marble, giving an extremely life-like appearance.

Finally, his knocking had some effect. He heard a door to the rear of the shop opening, and his heart leapt as he saw the graceful silhouette of Euryale making her way to the front of the shop.

“All right, all right, there’s no need to wake the neighbours!” smiled Euryale as she unlocked and opened the door. “Come in, and I’ll show you around before we start.”

As he walked in, he surveyed the studio. There was a full-length mirror on one wall, from which the eyes of all the statues peered out at him. Seeing some rumpled cushions in the rear of the studio, he decided that Euryale must work day and night to produce such intricate and life-like carvings.

She took him in, and, leading him by the hand, showed him each of the statues. Jiri was amazed at the variety of people that Euryale had convinced to pose for her, and she seemed quite proprietorial with each statue, as if she were introducing a friend and not describing a work of art. As she led him around, her hand slipped around his middle finger and, gently at first, her fingers tightened and squeezed.

That gentleness soon gave way to urgency, and Euryale’s thumb was soon applying pressure to the base of his finger. Jiri could hardly believe the feelings that this engendered, as if Euryale’s hand were fucking his finger and drawing him out. All this time, Euryale’s sweet, melodious voice was leading him from statue to statue, and her other hand began caressing and fondling each statue that they passed.

Soon they reached the front of the shop again, and Euryale briefly released Jiri before drawing the curtains and locking the door with a deadbolt, which slid into place convincingly.

“Now, just stand there and you will see what I intend to do with you!” said Euryale with a sly grin. “I can demonstrate with my latest work.”

Euryale quietly inspected the image of her party lover, gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, then knelt down in front of him. Opening her mouth, she slid down over the engorged stone penis. Closing her eyes and sighing, she slowly bobbed her lips up to the stony tip, and then down to the curly base of the statue, again and again. Jiri could do nothing but watch in sensual apprehension, and could see her tongue working on the marble, every now and again her throat swallowing, as if she were drawing some vital essence from the statue, her arms wrapped around the stone buttocks, stroking and pressing the cold stone.

Eventually, some closure seemed to be reached, and Euryale sighed in fulfilment. She stayed with the statue a few minutes more, her mouth still enfolding the hard stone.

As Jiri watched this strange ritual, his ardour and excitement increased by leaps and bounds. Soon after Euryale had finished with the statue, however, another feeling began to grow, beginning as a strange uneasiness but soon growing into so much more.

The uneasiness started when he noticed that the lover’s statue had lost its colour, and was now the same grey, dull hue as all the other statues in the studio. Initially, he could discount this as a trick of the light: hadn’t the studio’s curtains been open when he first entered, and couldn’t their closing have blocked the sun’s rays, which gave the stone its colour?

However, his next impression could not be so easily discounted: he realized that he could not bend or feel his middle finger. Rubbing it with his other hand, increasingly fascinated and appalled, he could not restore any feeling, nor could he bend the joints. Eventually, feeling returned to his finger, although he could still not bend it.

Jiri was surprised by a moment of transformation. He felt a small bolt of ecstacy stabbing at his insides, and he held his breath until it subsided.

His finger was now hewn from the pink marble of the lover’s statue.

—

As Euryale finished with her lover, as Jiri now knew the statue to be, she turned around and gazed at Jiri’s discomfiture with a look of amused excitement.

“I see that you have found out my technique”, she said, “but I see also that you are not entirely displeased.” Her gazed shifted to Jiri’s crotch, which had betrayed him, to the extent of a damp spot being visible at the front of his pants.

She smiled at him, and crept towards him. Reaching him, her arms sidled around his neck and she drew him in to a deep kiss. Her tongue danced in his mouth, and he closed his eyes. In his excitement, he could almost neglect his likely fate.

Eventually, she pulled away, and, opening his eyes again, he could see her eyes shining brightly with hunger, lust, and the certain knowledge of possession. Her hands reached down, and, without her steady gaze leaving his face for a moment, she gently undid his belt and pushed him down onto the hard floor. She pulled off his jeans, and, methodically, aydın escort stripped him of his shirt. Crouching above him, she smiled, and, still gazing at his face, used her finger to trace his brow ridge, nose and jaw.

Gracefully, she extricated herself from his limbs, and lay herself down on the cushions at the rear of the studio. Putting her hands behind her back, she raised her hips.

Opening her legs, her beautiful sex was glistening. The surrounding lips were gently pulsing, as if to hypnotize him, and the darkness at her centre seemed absolute.

In terror, he stared at the means of his inevitable transformation.

“Jiri, calm yourself. I know you love me, and I love you. I have chosen you, chosen you to remain with me for eternity. Look at me, Jiri, look at me and love me. I am your heaven, your nirvana, your release from your mortal existence. Gaze into me, for I hold everything that you will ever desire. You can only find it deep inside of me”

Jiri gazed at Euryale, gazed at the pulsing of her opening, and his skin prickled as he considered the price he was asked to pay, and the pleasure that was promised in turn. Dark glistenings of moisture appeared from her depths, and that darkness held him.

Eventually, in a whisper, she said

“Come, Jiri. Now you may give yourself to me.”

As if in a dream, Jiri pulled himself upright and crawled over to her. He straddled her, and, supporting himself on his elbows, gazed down at her beautiful face. Her smile transformed into a radiant expression of kindness and generosity, and she placed her hands on his buttocks, and gently guided him to her. With tears streaming down, he lowered his face into the warmth of her breasts and sank into her ready depths.

Jiri commenced his slow pumping, and he could feel her muscles beckoning, drawing from him, seducing him, feeding from him. Expending his life’s essence into her, he found he could no longer move.

Taking up his failed rhythm, her pussy continued to move, clamp, draw, and kiss, his forever-erect love remaining within her while she sighed and shuddered with fulfilment, all the while drawing from him. She closed her eyes and screamed her desire, punching his inanimate form and smacking his face, with her hands clawing and grabbing him, forcing him deeper inside her.

As Euryale’s desire became more and more greedy, Jiri found himself caring less and less. Her abuse of his body became the lightest of taps on his unfeeling flesh, and his penis inside her body could have been warm water for all he knew.

Soon Euryale, with her hair matted and sweaty, pulled herself out from under him. With impressive strength, she lifted Jiri upright and commenced posing him. Jiri’s limbs, although immobile to his commands, would stay where Euryale placed them.

Euryale was well satisfied. Jiri was not musclebound, but had pleasing and delicate features, not quite effeminate. She had posed him in an attitude of supplication, with his head up as if appealing for help from above. Standing behind him, she wrapped her fingers around his penis and examined his face in the mirror.

By now, all feeling had left Jiri’s body, and even his terror had fled. He had some time to reflect on the manner of Euryale’s theft of his body. Was his lost life wasted? Was he now forever under the control of this woman? Would she be a merciful mistress?

Only the strength of his love for her remained, and it continued to burn and grow inside him as the minutes passed. Euryale continued to gaze at him, as if expecting some sign.

It started like a spark, coursing up and down his spine. His penis twitched at the shock of the return of feeling, and Euryale felt the expected commencement of her magic, and she smiled.

A strange feeling of expectation flowed over his body: every muscle began to stretch, and a sensation of great velocity, more like running than falling, confused Jiri, who was as still as ever. The feeling grew, until Jiri felt quite exhausted as if he had been sprinting for his life. Soon this feeling passed, leaving his muscles taut and well-defined.

A great feeling of lassitude then supervened, and the burn in Jiri’s muscles became a comfortable fatigue. The strange excitation that had accompanied his finger’s transformation began to return, but instead of occurring in an instant, this time it began as a small pinprick of joy within his groin. This feeling of ecstasy quietened all his thoughts, and began to build. Tendrils of liquid warmth began to seep through all his veins and arteries, before they started to strike in and dissolve his bones and strike through his skin.

For the first time since movement had been taken from him, Jiri tried to move. He struggled desperately against the bonds of magic that were constraining him, and tried to scream. His eyes locked onto Euryale’s in the mirror, and he saw her look of triumph. As he struggled, he began to welcome the opposition of the magical bonds. Each time he pushed balıkesir escort against them, a wave of desire for release would roll across him. The strength and intensity of each wave kept increasing until, when he thought his body would break into a thousand pieces, the final wave crashed over him. Its power did not cease, and he watched as under Euryale’s hand his penis began to change to stony marble. As the petrification passed over his body, the internal struggle was quieted and only the cloying ecstasy was left behind. As the petrification reached his face, his consciousness fled.

—

When consciousness returned, Jiri could see himself in the wall mirror, posed and beautiful. His skin did not yet have the grey, dull tone of the other statues, yet he still could not move. Jiri stood in that studio for several days, the constant feeling nourishing him and carrying him through time, content in Euryale’s love, relishing the lappings of ecstasy that still consumed him, without any thought of protest.

One morning, however, he was disturbed by a frantic knocking at the front door. He looked out to see the frantic face of a young woman. She peered in, her hands shading her face, hoping to see inside.

The young woman was Helen, the young student that had left the party so mysteriously. He now guessed that Euryale had not been idle, and Helen would be trying to catch a glimpse of the terrible creature who had captured her emotions. At one point she smiled as her gaze alighted on Jiri’s frozen form, but the expression on her face, rather than indicating the recognition of a welcome acquaintance, indicated only the appreciation of a clever artifice.

He sensed, rather than heard, Euryale’s exclamation of joy from the back of the studio.

As he saw Euryale lead Helen into the studio, he surrendered. As he watched her being introduced to each statue in turn, he was now certain of the utter fulfilment that would soon consume him.

—

As she entered, Helen examined the statue of Jiri. She had not been drunk at the party, but for some reason she had not even thought about Jiri since meeting Euryale; now that she beheld him again, she felt a little embarrassed, for she was sure that something had been starting between them. Euryale, of course, would eclipse anyone, and equally seemed able to command anyone; she still did not know how she had known that Euryale wanted her to go home at the end of the party, and why she had so meekly submitted.

On the occasions since, when she had had the pleasure to converse, Euryale had said that Jiri was a “lost soul”, who needed someone to centre him. Helen was looking forward to renewing the acquaintance, and walked over to the statue to compare it with her memory.

Aside from the hardness of the stone, the statue really was her memory of Jiri, and her tender feelings towards him began to return.

Euryale came to stand beside her, and, with an easy familiarity, lay her cool hand on Helen’s back, slipping beneath Helen’s blouse.

“I know you two were close; why don’t you touch him? I’ve only recently completed this work, and I’m sure I’ve managed an accurate depiction. Go on, when you meet your friend again, you’ll be so much closer having seen … and felt … his likeness”

Helen reached up and traced Jiri’s face. It really was a most remarkable likeness. Letting her hands trace down his chest, she marvelled at the delicacy of the carving.

“It’s beautiful,” was all she could say, turning to Euryale.

“Go on,” Euryale continued, taking one of Helen’s hands and surrounding it. Euryale had her take hold of Jiri’s penis, and at first she blushed and giggled a little bit. Then, however, she became more serious.

“You can feel him, can’t you?” asked Euryale

Helen nodded… for some unaccountable reason, she simply knew that Jiri and the statue were one and the same, and that Jiri was trapped within.

“You are a woman of uncommon insight, one in a million! You must have magic in your past; you are certainly a prize!”

For the first time, Helen raised her head and looked over the shop at all the other statues.

“They were all people, weren’t they? How could you do something like this?”

Helen’s eyes flashed her anger and she whirled away from Euryale. Storming to the door, she wrenched it open, ready to escape. She knew that she was in mortal danger, but when she saw the street outside, she was assailed by a storm of emotions: anger, disappointment, depression, hate, jealousy, and a certain knowledge of the futility of existence. She bent over and retched dryly with the blackness of the feelings. She could not get even one foot out of the door.

Sternly, Euryale admonished: “These feelings will be yours, Helen, if you leave. Not today, maybe not tomorrow, but if you leave, you will experience them all in abundance. Eventually, you will die, and the world will soon be as if you had never lived.”

Helen turned, and directed some of the hate at Euryale: how could she do this to her? Why should she make her life miserable?

Euryale’s gaze softened. “I am not cursing you Helen, although you might think it. I am simply showing you the future. There will be happy moments, of course, but they will be only fleeting. In time, everybody outside learns the futility of mortality, despite the brave face they may put upon it.”

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Chapter 13 Part 2

The King looked around and saw the bodies lying on the ground. One of the guards that stood close to the King saw him look at the bodies. The guard signaled the other guards to get the bodies out of there. The King nodded to the guard.

The King and Queen and their bodyguards left for the castle. The King told one of the guards to bring him the Duty Officer of the day.

The Duty Officer of the day reported to the King. “I want guards around the stadium. No one but the royal family is to enter. You may see shuttles going in and out, which is OK, but no one else.”

The Duty Officer left to make all the arrangements that the King had requested. He placed the whole company of guards around the stadium. The instructions were to kill anyone trying to enter the stadium, except the royal family.

***

Tabitha used her communication device to call Sarha. “Sarha, Tim is hurt. We need Doctors down here now. Can they bring more micro-nano-bots for Tim?” asked Tabitha.

That left only Tabitha and Tammy, while Tabitha worked on Tim. Tammy kept her eyes open. She watched the entire stadium standing right next to Tabitha and Tim.

“What has happened to Tim? I will need to know that first.” Said Sarha.

“Tim was fighting a sizable male feline, he was out cold, his body started to grow, he is now eight feet tall, and about 1,350 pounds. I will need some way to get Tim’s body off the ground.” Said Tabitha.

“I will program special micro-nano-bots. Tim needs fewer micro-nano-bots in his body. Also, nano-bots to raise Tim’s body.” said Sarha.

“So, send four bots, ask for volunteers for guard duty along with supplies.” Said Tabitha.

“I will send the Doctors first; the second shuttlecraft will have supplies and volunteers.” Said Sarha.

“Tammy, I need you to take care of the new families. Check with our father about the transfer of property. You can come back to check on Tim. Tell Father no one will be allowed into this stadium until Tim is OK.” Tabitha said.

“Sarha, is there any way we might be able to install a matter transfer system down here?”

“If your parents will allow it, we could give it a try. But remember, there are no guarantee that it will work.”

“I will have Tammy talk to father and see if it is OK with him.”

“OK, will there be anything else? If you need me, call!” said Tammy. She turned and left the stadium, headed for the castle.

“Sarha, is there anything I can do until the Doctors get here?”

“This may sound silly, but tell Tim to say, ‘back to normal.’ As many times as you can.” Said Sarha.

“Is that what controls his micro-nano-bots?” asked Tabitha.

“Yes.” Replied Sarha.

Tabitha leaned down next to Tim’s ear and whispered, ‘Tim, think back to normal.’ Please ‘think back to normal.’ She would raise her head to look around, just to make sure no one was coming their way.

***

Sarha was now doing her multitasking, talking with Tabitha while letting the others know what needed to be accomplished.

She told Madlyn, Jeanne, and Bob they were needed on the surface, get their medical equipment and supplies, and head to the shuttle.

“The shuttle pilot will be there waiting for you. The pilot for the first shuttle was an Alion, and a little one would pilot the second shuttle. Both have been training for just this kind of thing.”

Sarha was also getting the bots ready with instructions on what to do. They were to take four bars to Tabitha. She would tell Tabitha what to do with these bars and how to do it.

She also had supplies, both food, and water, loaded into the second shuttlecraft.

“Tabitha, the first shuttlecraft with the Doctors, has left the bay on the way to you. The second shuttlecraft will be leaving in four minutes.” She said,

***

Tammy walked out of the stadium. She saw all the guards around it. She knew her father was doing the best he could. The guards close to Tammy snapped to attention when they saw her coming. The Duty Officer approached her, “Is everything OK, Princes Tammy. Can we get you anything?”

“Yes, everything is fine since we know you have the stadium under complete control. Thank you for your concern.” Tammy tells him. She now heads to the castle and to see her father.

***

Tabitha feels the air around her start to move. She looked up and saw the first shuttlecraft start to land.

The shuttle doors spiraled open. Madlyn, Jeanne, and Bob all came down the ramp. They walked towards Tabitha. “Where’s Tim,” Madlyn asked.

Tabitha stepped away from Tim, allowing the Doctors their first view of Tim. They all stopped in their tracks, just staring at Tim’s body. “What in the hell happened?” asked Bob.

Madlyn, not waiting for the answer, moved quickly to Tim’s side. “I need to read now!”

Jeanne moved at the command, without thinking, started her work. Bob followed as he moved to Tim’s other side. He began to check for any marks or cuts.

Madlyn used a device that Sarha had given her. “Sarha, his micro-nano-bots zonguldak escort reading, reads over 1,000,000. What do I do now?” She asked.

“The bottle I gave you. You need to withdraw 100 units from it. And inject it into Tim’s arm.”

Jeanne picked up the syringe and filled it with 100 units, as Sarha had said. She turned and handed it to Madlyn.

Madlyn injected Tim with it. “Sarha, he’s had the shot, now what?” She turned to hand the syringe back to Jeanne.

“You will need to check his reading every thirty minutes, with the next hour, 1,000,000 must start coming down.” She said,

Tabitha moved over to Tim, repeating the words ‘back to normal.’

“Tabitha, I need you to place the four bars that the bot gave you. One goes under his neck. The next is the small of his back. The next under the knees and last under his ankles. Make sure they are sticking out both sides of his body. Then if everything is OK, you need to say ‘BED.’

Tabitha did what Sarha told her to do, had everyone step back away from Tim. And said ‘BED.’

The bars began to shift. They appeared to melt and move beneath Tim’s body. As they moved around, they started expanding in all directions. Everyone remained there watching these nano-bots move beneath Tim’s body until Tim was lying on a sheet of nano-bots. Once the nano-bots were underneath Tim’s entire body, they began to form legs, and they began to raise Tim from the ground.

The table stopped growing at four feet. Tim was now at the level he needed to be.

***

The second shuttlecraft had landed. Tawni, Tydba, Talsa, and Galdiela walked down the ramp. Right behind them were four bots. One pulled a fifty-gallon tanker full of water, and the next brought a trailer full of camping supplies, tents, and bedding. The other two were to be servers of the food. The food itself came from the food dispenser in the shuttle.

The four females walked over to Tabitha, “we are your volunteers.” Said Tawni.

“Thank you all for this. But Tawni, where is your weapon?” asked Tabitha.

“I have everything I need at my fingertip.” She raised her hand and pointed at one object on the ground at about sixty feet. A flame came out of her fingertip and went directly toward the object. As it arrived at the object, the object caught fire.

“I see you have been practicing, you and your friend seem to be working great together.” Said Tabitha.

“Yes, we are getting very friendly. It’s nice to have a friend I know will protect me if I ever need one.” She said,

“Well, ladies, what I need is just one at a time to keep an eye on the grounds around us. Just in case someone decides to visit us.”

“What about the outside? Wouldn’t it be better from there?” asked Tydba.

“Tammy said there’s a whole Company of Father’s guards outside, that’s about three hundred.”

The girls set a schedule for them. Tawni asked for the night shift, knowing her friend could light up the night sky.

***

Madlyn checked her watch to see if the thirty minutes had passed. It had, she and Jeanne went to check on Tim. She walked toward Tim and saw Tabitha sitting there, holding Tim’s hand. She walked up to her, “Tabitha, we need to check Tim’s reading, please.” Said Madlyn.

Madlyn sat down next to Tabitha and started talking to her. Jeanne was checking on Tim. “You care for him, don’t you?”

“Yes, it has been a short while together, but Tammy and I both feel the same way. This fight was because Dalugoth wanted to mate with Tammy or me. Tim fought for our right to pick who we wanted.”

“Well, you now have that right.”

“Yes, but after the fight was over, Tim said, “He now claimed the rights to mate both of the King’s daughters.” Said Tabitha.

“But isn’t that what you both wanted?” asked Madlyn.

“Yes, but there is something wrong.”

“Do you know what it is?”

Jeanne comes over to give Madlyn the readings. “They are down just a little.”

“Sarha, Tim’s reading is down a little. What do we do?”

“Wait another thirty minutes. Then we will see.” Said Sarha.

Madlyn was now looking over Tim’s body, and she had a bot bring over a cover. She was taking it and placing it on Tim. She noticed how big Tim’s dick was in this body. “Tabitha, come over here, please.” She asked.

Tabitha walked over to where Madlyn stood and saw where Madlyn was looking. She whispered to Madlyn, “Look at the size of that thing now.”

“When I first came on this ship, I had trouble sleeping because of something that had happened on the hospital ship. Tim helped me by making his dick bigger. But look at the size of it now, and it’s not even hard.”

Tabitha looked around to see if anyone could see. She placed her hand around his dick, being soft, she had to use both hands to hold it up. “If it takes both of my hands to get it up. Just imagine how large it would be if it was hard?”

“Let us guess it’s about nine inches around now. Hard about thirteen inches around and about nineteen inches long, maybe twenty bursa escort inches.”

“I would feel sorry for any female that he tried to have sex with. She would be dead before he got his dick fully into her,” said Madlyn.

They placed the cover down over Tim’s body, walked back, and sat down. “Now, what were you saying about Tim’s statement?”

“It would have been nice if he let Tammy and me ask to be mated.”

“Tabitha, Remember Tim was not himself, in that body. He possibly could not think straight. He only spoke if he knew he had to. Just before passing out.”

“Yell, you are possibly right. I think this is going to take a long time for his body to recover.”

***

Tammy walked into the castle to talk to their father about Tim winning the fight and to see if he would allow the transfer system on his planet. Her father sat in the library, welcomed her in. “How is Tim getting along?”

“It will take a long time for his body to return to normal,” Tammy said.

It was a long time since she had been in the library. It did not seem as huge now. When she was little, she tried to measure the room. She was only five, lost count after taking ten steps.

“Come, daughter, sit with me.”

Tammy walked over and sat down next to her father.

“Will Tim be OK? I am sorry. I did not want any of this to happen. I should have had Dalugoth killed a long time ago.” Said the King.

“Yes, he will be OK. Tim cannot die. He has special medicine in his system. The healing may take a while, but he will be OK.”

“Do both Tabitha and You love him?”

“Yes.”

“What will happen, now? Will both of you leave again?”

“If that is what Tim wants, we will go with him. But we have to talk about Dalugoth’s belongings and something else, but that something else can wait.” Said Tammy. She now turned to look at her father.

“What are we talking about?”

“What will happen to his five mates? What if Tim wants to free them?”

They can be set free, but everyone and their older children will ignore them.”

“You as King cannot change the rules about that?”

“No. That’s been our way of life for too long. There is no way to change it. On top of that, there are now six companions.”

“How many children?”

I am not sure. Tim needs only to be concerned about minor children. Those who are older will not be shunned.

“Now, about Dalugoth’s businesses.” Asked Tammy.

“He had thirteen different kinds of business. If Tim wishes, may I suggest that he lets the old owners have them back, with a ten percent kickback placed in the bank, under his name?”

“Would you be able to handle all that for Tim?”

“Yes, we still have to think about the mates.”

“Father, could you have all his mates come to the castle tomorrow morning? We need to meet them. I have questions they must answer.”

“It will be so,” said her father, the King. The King turned and pulled a cord next to his chair. The library door opened, and a young male entered.

“King, you needed me. Sir.” He replied.

“I need a runner to go to each of Dalugoth’s mates and tell them they are to be at the castle at nine in the morning, or else. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now, father, the something else, I need to ask. On our ship, we have a way to get from Tim’s ship to our ship. We call it, matter transfer system; Tabitha wants to place one of the systems here, on your planet. But Sarha, she is the ship’s AI and will not do it until she has your permission.”

“If you both think that it will be of help, go right ahead. You can explain how and why it works later.”

“Sarha, Father said you could place a Matter Transfer system here; I will let you know where it will be placed. Go ahead and start manufacturing the parts.”

“It will be started, and the parts will be ready in one day.”

“Daughter, you need to get back to see how Tim is doing. Please come back later to talk to your mother and me.”

Tammy got up to leave and gave her father a hug and a kiss. She turned to leave, headed back to see how Tim was doing.

***

Tammy walked back past the King’s guards through the Stadium gates. She saw everything that had been transported down from the ship. She made her way to where Tim lay on the table. She looked for Tabitha, and someone told her Tabitha was in the tent, resting.

Tammy made her way to the tent; she walked in and saw Tabatha and Madlyn talking. She said that she and Tabitha needed to speak.

“Is it about Tim or the mates?” Tabitha asked.

“Yes, about both. I think Madlyn will need to be here for this end of the talks,” said Tammy.

“If you want me to leave, I will.” Said Madlyn.

“OK, sit down, please and start slowly.” Said Tabitha.

Tammy went through everything she and their father talked about. “Now we have to help Tim decide what we are going to do with all the families?” said Tammy.

“If Tim has to mate with all of you. He will never see the Captain’s malatya escort seat. He may do himself bodily harm.” Said Madlyn.

“But just think, some men would love to have eight women to bed all the time.” Said Tammy.

“You make it sound so disgusting and vulgar, like having sex with Dalugoth.” Said Tabitha.

“Well, we could set-up a schedule with one in the morning and the next that night. That would take only three days, and then we could have him the rest of the time.” Said Tammy.

“What if we let them bring a male friend and set them up on deck three as a village.” Said Madlyn.

“That sounds like a great idea.” Said Tabitha.

“That way, we could have Tim all to ourselves,” said Tammy.

“Tammy, get your mind off of sex, remember we’re thinking about Tim.,” Said Tabitha.

“So, am I? That’s the reason I am getting horny.”

“I know how to fix that. Tammy, go over to Tim, look under the cover at him good.” Said Madlyn.

Tammy got up, walked over to where Tim was lying. Raised the cover and fell backward. “Oh, my God, that would kill me.” She came back over and sat back down.

“Still, thinking about Tim and sex?” asked Madlyn.

“No way,” Tammy said. She now just sat there fanning herself and thinking about what she just saw.

“What’s wrong, Tammy?” asked Tabitha.

“Just thinking of someone I really hate; I think I would let Tim have his way with her.”

“You are a real sadist, are you not?” asked Madlyn.

“I said, someone, I really hate. I just cannot think of anyone at this moment that I hate that much.” Said Tammy.

The tent flap opened; Bob entered. We just took another reading from Tim. It is a lot better. He has dropped down to 500,000. Do we want to call Sarha?”

“Sarha, Tim’s count is down to 500,000. What do you want us to do now?” said Madlyn.

“You need to give him a syringe with 75 units. Please put this shot in the other arm.” Replied Sarha.

Jeanne walked into the tent as Sarha was telling Tabitha what was needed. “Jeanne did as Sarha instructed. Let me know when it’s done.” Said Madlyn.

“Sarha, at this rate, Tim could be back to normal in a day.” Said Tabitha.

“We will have to check on his body, making sure that it changes at the same rate.” Said Sarha.

As Jeanne walked out the door, there was a loud sound. Everyone ran outside also and looked upward. There was a little fighter aircraft. It just came out of thin air. There were all kinds of weapons firing at it, but it just kept coming.

Tawni walked out of the tent to see what was happening. She looked upward and saw the fighter heading her way. Knowing it was not one of theirs. She walked out into the open area a little further. She raised her finger close to her face and whispered. “Flame, I need your help!” The flame came alive at her fingertip. “That plane is trying to hurt us. Can you do something?” Her flame bent towards the middle finger. There appeared a second flame.

The flames started to get more significant. They left the end of her fingers and landed on the ground. They had grown to about two feet by the time they hit the ground. The second flame formed two arms. She was holding them together into a cup. The first flame stepped into the cupped hands and was thrown into the air towards the plane, the second flame holding onto the first. They both grew bigger as they approached the plane. By the time both flames had reached the plane, they were twice the size of the aircraft.

They absorbed the plane, in seconds, the plane blew up. The flames dropped to the ground and returned safely to the ends of her fingers. She whispered, “I see you have a friend, thank you both for saving us.” The tops of their flames bent down a little, then both disappeared.

Everyone watched Tawni and her friends with disbelief as they watched what happened to the plane. They observed, not wanting to frighten the flames. Saw the flames disappear right in front of their eyes.

Tabitha and Tammy both walked over to Tawni and thanked her. They were happy she volunteered to come. Tawni went into the tent and sat down. She felt special at the time. Not just her, but now she has got the two friendly flames. She wondered whether there were others. Everyone went back to what they were doing. The rest of the evening went by quickly. Tim was asleep. His body had lost about one foot from his height. His weight was down to about 800 pounds

***

Tabitha and Tammy awoke early to check on Tim. He looked like his usual self, except for maybe a little extra skin; his weight was down to average. Tabitha and Tammy both felt better about the whole thing. They decided to head to the castle and see their father and mother before meeting with the new families.

The girls walked into the dining room, and saw their mother straddling their father’s lap. They were making out; the girls watched for a few minutes, then made a sound.

Their mother turned to see who was there. With a smile, she got up but stood in front of their father. He started moving his hands like he was fastening his pants back up. Their mother turned towards them, getting the front of her dress out of the belt loop that was holding it in place. As she turned toward the girls, they could see that she did not have panties on, then saw her pussy. Both girls just smiled and started towards them.

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The sunrise peeks over distant hills, speckling the morning clouds with an array of oranges and yellows. Rays of light drift across a landscape deadened by autumn frosts and pass through the glass walls of the solarium onto its white tile floor and floral-printed couches. Miss Helena and Miss Lynn sit at a circular table, sipping espresso and silently enjoying the view, while I kneel underneath and happily accept whatever kind touches or bites of pastry they offer. I can’t help but purr and preen at the attention. Yet despite the peaceful atmosphere, even I recognize the sense of finality surrounding our breakfast–this is the calm before the storm, the last moment of quiet companionship before soldiers come knocking at the gates. The signs haven’t been particularly subtle: the increase in guards around the palace, the cessation of parties and banquets, and the hurried whispers of the few remaining courtiers all tell the story of danger worming its way toward our corner of the world. Something about a revolt in the south with knights or sorcerers or mercenaries–the details inevitably make my eyes glaze over.

What most clearly indicated a change in our circumstances was the activation of the automata. Two days ago, rows upon rows of the machines marched out of the depths of the palace adorned in gleaming armor marked with the royal crest. Since then, they’ve patrolled the halls and ramparts non-stop in accord with their sorcerous programming, making countless guards and servants remarkably uneasy with their eerie presence. I like them. They carry me around when I ask, and I feel a certain kinship with them as a fellow piece of royal property. I even whisper kind words in their ears sometimes or get on my tiptoes to tuck flowers behind their ears in the hope that a distant part of them appreciates the gestures.

“Good day for a ride,” Miss Lynn idly runs a finger along the rim of her coffee cup.

“Indeed,” Miss Helena slips an arm over Miss Lynn’s broad shoulders, scooting Her chair a little closer to Her consort. “Plenty of sun, not too cold. And roads to the northeast are clear. You should arrive at the monastery before sundown.”

“And the driver?”

“Only my very best for you, my dear. You’ll also have an escort of two automata, just in case.”

“I still don’t like this,” Miss Lynn blurts out. “Leaving your side when you need me most, it just feels…wrong.”

“What I need,” Her Majesty begins, Her hand stroking the back of Miss Lynn’s neck. “Is to know that those I care for most are safe. That’s what will give me the strength I need for the coming days.”

“But Vera’s staying!” Miss Lynn’s objection is more a whine than it is an accusation, her voice soft as she leans back into Miss Helena’s affectionate touch. I’m struck by sympathy–I know how it feels to be deprived of my Queen’s presence, and I don’t envy the experience.

Miss Helena sighs. “An unfortunate necessity, I’m afraid. Vera’s become a sort of symbol for these malcontents, and I imagine they’ll demand to see her.” She reaches down with Her free hand and rests it on top of my head. Through Her touch, the three of us are briefly connected. “Besides, she’s easy to look after. And before you know it, we’ll be together again. All of us.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” They share a slow kiss, both women exhaling softly as their lips meet. “The carriage is out front whenever you’re ready. I only ask that you avoid delaying too long, lest the situation outside change.”

Miss Lynn pulls Her Majesty back in for another kiss, not fully satisfied by the first.

“I love you, Helena.”

“I love you too, Lynn.”

Misses Helena and Lynn get up and share a few more goodbyes and loving sentiments in the corner of the room, arms wrapped around each other and mouths whispering into each other’s ears. After a time the priestess looks down at me, uncertain. “Um. Bye, Vera.”

“Goodbye, Miss Lynn! Safe travels!” I give her a reassuring smile, one that completely fails to work.

“…right.” Even after a week of frequent play together, the Royal Consort hasn’t particularly warmed to me–my presence seems to make her uneasy somehow. I get the feeling I was pitched to her as an occasional toy rather than as the full-time companion I’ve become.

Miss Lynn departs in the wake of one last kiss, and then I’m alone with my Queen once more. The sadness in Her eyes blends seamlessly into resolve as She watches Her lover go. “Well, Vera,” She eventually muses, breaking away from Her thoughts and strolling back to the table to finish Her coffee. “Our week of debauchery is over, I’m afraid.”

“Yes, Miss Helena.” But what a week it was–hours and hours of learning through trial and error how to please Miss Helena: when to tease or flaunt the rules, how Her punishments would inevitably break me, and how best to prove my submission. Days of back talk and bruised thighs, of obeying orders with and without hesitation, bayburt escort and of treasuring the quiet moments when we sat together and She stroked my hair. Days filled with Her love and attention. I couldn’t have asked for anything more.

“Have you traveled much, Vera?” Her Majesty’s cup clinks against the saucer as She puts it down, a delicate and clear note that dissipates almost instantly.

“No, Miss Helena. I never had the chance.” Mother didn’t like me traveling much, especially once Alice began straying further and further away from home. Whenever I pitched the idea, she’d go into one of her monologues about both of her daughters abandoning her until I finally relented.

Miss Helena nods thoughtfully. Her gaze finds its way back to the rising sun, which has now managed to pull itself on top of the rolling eastern hills. “Anywhere you’d like to go in particular?”

As I kneel quietly and ponder the question, I realize with some surprise that I’ve never considered it before. Even the plans Mother had disrupted were always just a matter of obligation; where I’d ‘liked’ to go was never a factor. I suppose Niol has always been the center of my world. Had always been the center of my world, rather–Miss Helena of course now occupies that position. “I…don’t really know, Your Highness.”

“Think about it, then. Once I’m done here, I’d like to explore the world again.” My Queen rolls her shoulders back and indulges in a long stretch. Cracks and pops echo from her back, the sounds like those of pebbles hitting carriage wheels.

“That sounds wonderful, Miss Helena.” I can almost picture Her in a shirt, trousers, and a traveler’s cloak, holding my hand and walking me across exotic landscapes. The reverent tone She uses to tell anecdotes or describe Her travels is evidence enough that seeing the world brings Her true joy, and I’d be beyond lucky to watch Her experience it. “Whatever makes you happy!”

She pauses mid-stretch and turns to me, a wide grin on Her face. “You’ve proven to be a remarkably successful experiment, Vera, do you know that?” Miss Helena flicks her index finger upward and I stand. “To place someone else’s needs and desires above your own…the broken woman I began with three months ago certainly couldn’t have done that.” She caresses my chin lightly, turning my head as if inspecting livestock.

“So much I’ve been able to fix in such a short time: your arrogance, your trust issues, your fear of intimacy. And who knows what I’ll be able to accomplish with you in the next few decades, what lessons I’ll learn from sculpting and refining you. You’re a very good girl, Vera. My very good girl.”

I beam up at Her in pure joy, the purpose of my existence having just been affirmed. “Thank you, Miss Helena.”

*****

The next few days are a whirlwind of meetings and formalities as the Duke arrives at Niol. I see little of the ceremonies, instead spending most of my time with Celeste tucked away in various corners of the palace. As a result, life doesn’t change much from our perspective–the halls are busier again, but the hulking mass of the automata deter any possible trouble as well as any of Berinni’s soldiers. At most, we occasionally spot a few Berinnist nobles walking and talking urgently with more familiar royalist courtiers. It’s as if Celeste and I are watching the world change through cracks in doorways and brief glimpses out of windows, doing the best we can to stay occupied and stave off the nerves. We play card games where I constantly cheat and get caught; we tell stories and gossip about various aristocratic love lives and affairs. For a moment it almost seems as though we’ll make it through the entire political storm untouched until the morning a courier arrives and informs me of my impending meeting with Duke Berinni.

Celeste helps me dress for the event, putting on a corset, garter belt, stockings, and a tiny sparkling red dress. I look like the emcee of a lewd traveling circus, and I twirl in front of the mirror until I get dizzy and Celeste has to keep me from toppling over.

“Stop being so antsy, Vera,” the lady-in-waiting tells me as she holds me steady and slips on my low heels.

“I am not being antsy!” I am extremely antsy. Blocked memories whisper half-baked plans and opportunities to me, and the burden of multiple conflicting expectations pushes and pulls at my intentions. The combined effect frays at my nerves and leaves me fidgeting uncontrollably. Who am I supposed to be at this meeting? The demure and polite servant? The lewd harem girl? A cheap imitation of my former self? Fears of how to proceed dance in my mind as I watch the light play off of the fabric of my dress.

Celeste snorts. “Right. You’re on your best behavior.” She stands, tucks one last unruly strand of my hair behind my ear, and frowns at me. “Don’t do or say anything foolish bartın escort today, alright?”

I don’t even know what that means. Miss Helena purpose-built me to embarrass myself in the court–I’ve no idea how I’m supposed to stop now. I answer in the only way that feels appropriate. “Yes, Miss Celeste.” She wraps me in a big hug, one I eagerly return. “I don’t want to go.”

“You’ll be fine, Vera.” Three knocks in perfect rhythm signal the arrival of my automata escort. Celeste slowly but surely disentangles herself from my embrace to open the door and gently guide me out into the hall. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay.”

“We must continue, Miss,” drones the nearest machine, a perfect specimen with gray hair and brown eyes. I take its hand and allow it to lead me away from my bastion of safety. As we walk through the corridors, I quickly discover that I’m the center of attention–courtiers exchange knowing glances or approving nods when they catch sight of me. The closer we get to the court, the more positive the reactions become, with Berinnists smiling and saluting at me. One even offers a slight bow.

“My Lady,” he says. I stare at him, wide-eyed.

The automata loops me around to the front of the court, past dozens of its fellow machines surrounding the exterior of the dome. A pair of them step aside to let us pass through the grand arched doors of the main entrance. With a shove, clunk, and swish, my escort pushes them open and grants me passage into the eerily quiet room. No courtiers or clerks sit at the pews; no activity buzzes through the aisles and side passages. Instead, the only inhabitants are a few distant figures watching me approach, and the only movement is my heels clicking against the floor. When devoid of its usual conduct the dome really does resemble a tomb. Gods, it’s like I’m being buried alive under tons and tons of open, empty space. Is that what this meeting is about? Some sort of punishment? Did I do something wrong? Panic begins to cloud my senses, especially when I realize a few steps in that the automata has stopped following me; I falter, stumbling when my foot catches on the corner of a pew. I’m alone. I’m all alone and I don’t know what to do. Breath eludes me despite the abundance of air, my gasps barely–

“Come, sweetness.” Ahead, my anchor to this world calls out from Her silver throne. The command immediately steadies my stride and calms my breaths. With it, the uncertainty of the moment becomes a moot point, as obedience takes away the burden of choice. Miss Helena will keep me safe, and I in return will do as she tells me. Nothing else matters.

As I regain my composure I’m able to see the scene ahead more clearly: a ring of chairs surrounds the throne, occupied by high-ranking royalists and Berinnists alike. Miss Francine sits on Her Majesty’s left, her face inscrutable, while Paolo and Ser Eshe are on the other side of the circle. Directly across from Miss Helena sits the Duke himself, a short man with a round jolly face who peers at me curiously. A gold-stitched cloak rests upon his shoulders, drenched in various medals and accolades.

“You’ve upset her, Berinni.” Miss Helena is the epitome of icy cool, sitting ramrod straight in Her light blue gown.

The Duke shrugs. “Lady Veronica deserved a proper entrance fitting her station. It wouldn’t do to have her slinking in through the back.” I stop short of the chairs, hesitating until Miss Francine tilts her head toward an empty seat on her left–one not adjacent to Her Majesty. My eyes stay trained on the floor as I walk over to sit. It doesn’t feel right, not being by my Queen’s side. Like I’ve been downgraded somehow. “And might I say, what a pleasure it is to have you, Lady Veronica.” Duke Berinni’s voice is high and nasal, and he often speaks in rushed jumbles of words like an excited child.

“…my name is Vera,” I mumble without much thought. The Berinnists grumble in dissatisfaction at my response; I peek up to see Paolo staring at Miss Helena with fury in his eyes.

The Duke merely tuts. “Does she even remember who she was, Queen Helena? Or did you take that from her as well?”

“She remembers bits and pieces.”

“Damned sorcery makes everything more complicated…” Berinni rubs his eyes, then pushes back his mostly-receded hair. He addresses me loudly and slowly as if speaking to a child. “Well, Vera, you used to be a noblewoman named Lady Veronica of House Tiern. But then, your house was illegally disbanded by–“

The elder Lannith, a royalist noble, cuts him off. “–as discussed previously, Her Majesty is well within Her rights to–“

“–illegally disbanded by Queen Helena.” The Duke pushes forward, ignoring Lannith’s objection. “This injustice, along with the various perverse changes She inflicted upon you, so incensed the gentry that we began mustering our power to address it…” ığdır escort With each and every sentence, I slide down a little lower in my chair. I can vaguely remember what he’s talking about–I know that I had power and a title before receiving Her Majesty’s gifts–but any time I try to recall specific details, Miss Helena’s love overwhelms my conscious thinking. Gods, I wish I was closer to Her. Close enough that She could run Her fingers through my hair, gently pressing away at my worries…

“…happy to announce that we’ve negotiated the reinstatement of House Tiern!”

The other Berinnist nobles nod rapidly in affirmation, murmuring their assent.

“Hear hear!”

“Justice!”

“Long live House Tiern!”

Duke Berinni grins triumphantly, his fingers absently running over one of his medals as if to polish it. “We’ve taken the liberty of inviting your exiled kin back to Arlunn to reclaim their rightful place. My associates and I are willing and able to provide generous loans for rebuilding your families’ fortunes; let it be known that we are always concerned with the interests of the gentry as a whole.”

“Hear hear!”

“Justice is done!”

“For glory and Arlunn!”

Everyone looks at me expectantly. I blink. “…um.” Did he say…? “Is Alice coming back?”

“She declined our invitation, I’m afraid.” I wince, somehow managing to shrink down further into the hard wooden seat.

Miss Helena clears Her throat. “However.” I fixate on Her, hoping for more to clarify how I should think and feel, but She only offers a single word–one still powerful enough to suck the celebratory joy out of the room by itself.

“However,” Duke Berinni echoes, leaning back and crossing his meaty arms. “You did attempt to overthrow the crown outside of the proper channels.” He gestures at his companions, and I notice Ser Eshe’s eyes flick over to meet mine for a split second. They sit beside an older man wearing similar garb and an identical stony expression.

“You acted not on behalf of the sovereignty of the Arlunni people, but for your own benefit. Therefore, while I do not condone the Queen’s method of punishment–“

“–for shame!”

“Barbaric and perverse!”

“Hear hear–“

“–I have decided to uphold it.” The other nobles trail off in embarrassment. To the Duke’s left, Paolo scoffs and clenches his jaw, his glare casting molten fury at royalists and Berinnists alike. “Frankly, Lady Veronica, I believe we’ll all end up with fewer knives in our backs if you stay this way.”

I breathe out a sigh of relief, then bow my head. “Oh, good! Thank you, my lord! I’d like to stay with Miss Helena very much.” Out of the corner of my eye I can see Her Majesty’s smug smile, and Her happiness brings one to my own face as well. A slight worry crosses my mind, though, and I move to quickly address it. “And could I possibly still be Vera and not become a noblewoman again? I’d much prefer that.”

Excruciating silence follows; the kind of silence that wrings comfort out of a room and leaves behind the desiccated husk of a conversation. I couldn’t have done anything wrong though, because Miss Helena is smiling wider than ever. “It appears Vera’s found a calling higher than even that of the gentry.”

“Ci pa farcie insulta!” Paolo shouts, his face bright red and his brown curls quivering with passion. “Surely we will not tolerate such debasement?”

Berinni taps his smooth chin in thought, eyes focused on nowhere in particular. “Calm yourself, Viscount. I’m sure our Queen knows better than to purposefully antagonize those with whom She negotiates.” His last few words are pointed barbs, but I barely notice them at all; Paolo’s display has grabbed my attention and pulled me back to–

The evening was young, with the last gasps of sunlight filtering their way through the trees onto our riverside alcove. I clutched my knees to my chest and gritted my teeth, staring at the intricate patterns of the picnic blanket to avoid dwelling on the hurricane of sorrow and grief tearing a hole in my chest. Red, white, and green plaid. I wondered if the colors had any significance. All the while, twigs and stones crackled beneath Paolo’s boots as he paced near the water’s edge.

“Is this about my father? Because I can convince him,” he said, tossing his hands in the air for emphasis as if in fervent prayer.

My voice was quiet but firm, my lines cemented by a thousand miserable rehearsals. “It’s not about him.” I daintily picked up a spoon from a patch of reeds within my reach. Food scraps and silverware had landed all over the place, sent flying by my partner’s initial reaction to the news of my rejection.

“And even without his approval, pe fira, you don’t have to listen to him! He cannot stop us!”

“Paolo. This isn’t about your father. He doesn’t even know I’m doing this.” That got him to stop, if for no other reason than sheer bafflement. Burbling water and distant birdsong thrummed in the air, no longer overpowered by the loud crunching of his footsteps.

“He doesn’t?” Paolo sounded confused and guarded like he was expecting to be hurt more but didn’t know why or how.

I couldn’t manage eye contact with him, picking at a discarded orange rind instead. “No. This is my decision.”

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My eyes open. I see that the room lights have come on. I am still partially asleep, however. I must be or I will not succeed in doing what I must do. I swing my legs off of the hammock and nearly float off of it in the partial gravity. My breasts, in near weightlessness, make me look much younger than I am. For eight nights now, I have trained my body to act in such a way as to not need conscious direction from my brain. I contemplate the dream I just had…

…I am floating in space. I am not cold nor do I need breath. Am I alive? A body floats near me. It is moving. Its luminescent form is in motion as if swimming. It draws nearer to me. It touches my foot and adheres with a cool stickiness. It is abhorrent to my mind yet I do not move. It proceeds along my leg, moving like a slug yet its expanding and contracting body seems more befitting of a creature breathing water. As always, my body is not in my control but my mind is free to think. As it moves toward my inner thigh, I try to still my thoughts. It does not understand what I am thinking but it senses my fear and my emotions and it corrects me when they are wrong…

My hand has reached the controls and I push a button while my mind continues to recall the dream. I drink from the water glass, which I left for myself the day before.

…It has reached my thigh and slides its way toward my groin. My legs part of their own volition. All of my body is in its control. Even my nipples become erect as it instills in me the sexual urges it needs. Its cold soft form touches my inner lips and as it brushes against them, they part. It pushes, finding my hole and squeezing its body to fit within me. It fills me, squeezing more and more of its body in, until it is entirely inside me. It fills me up and presses against my inner walls. Slowly its tissues expand in my womb, pressing against my flesh, causing a terrifying reaction within me. My body responds. As I look down between my breasts, I see my belly moving up and down. I start to cum…

The computer, which I programmed the other day, has activated the TA-220, a small remote robot used to repair the outer hull of the ship. It has taken hold of the creature’s habitat and moved it to the air lock. I can feel my arms and legs twitching as I lie here on the floor, immobile from the drug in the water. The creature is desperately attempting to revive me and stop the robot but my body is no longer in its control.

The TA-220 closes the airlock and when its articulated arm pulls on the lever, the outer hatch opens with a silent rush of air and the creature is gone. Inwardly I smile.

About eight hours later, I am sitting at the table with a hot cup of coffee in my hands. The ship is empty except for myself. My first action upon regaining the use of my body was to set off the distress beacon. Now, I could only wait. Minimally, this ship required two people to operate it and I was qualified for neither position. When the crew started to fight the alien’s control, the alien forced them to jettison themselves into space. For whatever reason, it chose to leave just myself here to be under its control. It didn’t know about my inability to pilot the ship on my own…

It started about a month ago when we took a life sample aboard ship. Exploration revealed life within the liquefied atmosphere of a planet. The atmosphere consisted of mostly super cooled nitrogen, methane and oxygen. The critter that we found there was dormant for about a week. Then something woke it up and it became aware of us. It must have been Sheila and Captain Roberts having sex in the next room that first attracted its attention. It seemed to thrive on the sexual energy we gave off or maybe it was just curious. The first thing I remember that day was staring down at my medical kit, unable to move my body. The walls of the ship carry almost no sound so I didn’t hear the crashing that must have been going on as the alien tried to learned how to control Lieutenant Hernandez’s movements on the bridge. Unaware of the reason for my inability to move, I just stood there. Then, amazingly to me, I began to undress myself. After I had removed my clothes, I turned to the door and left the sick bay.

I walked down the hallway toward the lab. As the door slid aside, I saw my assistant Sheila and Captain Rogers, naked, on the floor and having sex. The captain was on his back and Sheila was straddling him, facing his feet while she slid up and down on his member. In the room were the bruised Lieutenant Hernandez and several others, naked like I was. After me, came the rest of our twelve-person crew. As we stood there şişli escort in disbelief, I began to feel a warm, tingling sensation spreading over me from my loins to my breasts. Since I was close to a state of mental panic at the whole situation, I knew that my physical reaction was not inspired by the actions I witnessed but by something else. I realized that the alien creature was still in its habitat over in the corner of the lab and, having some simple control of body functions like moving my head and eyes, I was able to look toward the creature. I saw that it was moving about in its super cooled tank and giving off a faint, eerie light.

As I returned my gaze to my shipmates, I saw that the sexual stimulation had overtaken them all. Every man in the room had a full erection standing before him. One of the officers along the back wall slowly turned to a female officer and as she bent over at the waist, he grabbed hold of her hips and entered her from behind. I had to stop looking as I found myself falling to my hands and knees and staring right at the thick penis of our ships cook. I put my mouth around him and began to slowly give him head. Then I felt strong hands grab my hips and penis entered me from behind. “This was outrageous!” I screamed in my own mind. The fear and embarrassment washed through my brain like a flood, even as the first wave of orgasm shook my body. Callously, I realized that there was a three to one ratio of men to women, which meant that I was in for even more than I had feared. In fact, as the first man exploded in a torrent of semen within my cunt, he was quickly replaced by another even thicker penis.

I’m going to fucking kill that thing when I get a chance, I thought. That was the wrong thing to think because the man behind me hit me on the back with his fist. The action must have come from the alien, which meant it could read our thoughts to some extent. After my body quickly recovered from the pain, I continued to suck on the cook’s penis until he too exploded, sending several spurts of cum down my throat. His position was not replaced by anyone else so I could see him mindlessly sit against the wall, his softening dick dribbling cum onto his leg.

While I was swaying back and forth from the fucking I was getting, I looked around the room. Each of the four women was in a different position, with one or two of the men fucking their cunts or mouths. Mentally I was furious at the control but at the same time, recognized it as something that would have otherwise turned me on. Then I felt the man behind me, who I recognized at the Chief of Operations, withdraw his dick from my pussy. He repositioned it to line up with my rectum, which sent a shiver down my spine. I had never had sex that way before and now I knew, first hand, how big he was. The alien must have sensed this fear because instead of entering me with his enormous penis, the CO wet his finger in my pussy and probed slowly into my ass. After opening me up, he returned with his dick and pushed it into me. I could feel it open me up and fill me. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any wider, it slid all the way in. Immediately, he began to fuck me at the same pace as before and it hurt…at first. His balls slapped against my cunt as he fucked my ass. Again the unbidden thought came to mind that in other circumstances, I would be completely taken over (mentally as well) by this perverted and forbidden act. After a few more minutes of this, the man finally reached his climax and pumped load after load of semen into my bowels.

For an hour, we all lay where we had fallen until every man was spent. Slowly the crew began to move again. We had some control over our movements now, but we knew the creature’s mind was still present. Like a rider allowing some slack in the reigns of his horse, the alien was ready to exert control again at any moment.

We looked around the room at each other. We had knowledge of our recent actions but none of us understood why. What we did understand was that none of us would be held responsible for those actions. We all knew, as well, that the creature we took on board had influenced our bodies. Some of us walked over to the tank in the corner but as we neared it, our legs became immobile and we were forced to turn around again. The captain spoke first and said, “We must not think too strongly about this. I want everyone to return to his or her posts calmly and gather your belongings. I want to see everyone in the mess hall in ten minutes.” We all did as instructed. Only the captain stayed behind, tuzla escort keeping an eye on our visitor.

Later on, in the lunchroom, twelve of us sat around the three tables and the captain, speaking to our science officer, stood in front of us. He turned to address the group. “We are working on understanding our visitor.”

“What can we do?” pleaded one of the other women.

“I couldn’t control a single muscle,” said one of the navigators.

“Worse still,” I added, “it controls your physical reactions to stimulus.” Many faces looked a bit relieved at this admission.

“Fortunately for us,” the captain continued, “It seems only to be aware of our emotions. It is only vaguely aware of our intentions and it has no connection to our higher thoughts.”

“Why is it doing this?” the woman asked.

“As far as we can figure it,” the Science Officer stated, “it’s gaining something directly from our physical reactions to intercourse.” As she spoke, she began to undo the buttons of her uniform as I and the other two women were. None of the men seemed to be affected the same way this time. They simply stood or sat where they were, motionless.

After fully undressing, Sheila moved over to the Science Officer, Lydia, and the other woman moved toward me. Cathy took my hand and the two of us cleared the table next to me. As we easily hopped on to the table in the trace gravity, I saw the look horror in Cathy’s eyes. First I got onto the table and lay down on my back. As before, we were given the mental directive by the creature to engage in sex, but the exact methods seem to come from our subconscious. Whenever we gave the slightest impulse of our own toward the creature’s demands, it was magnified and enforced by the creature. It became impossible to do anything other than comply with the creature’s demands. Cathy climbed above me and straddled my face. Not having had time in the past ten minutes to freshen up, I could still smell the scent of semen on Cathy and I could see a trace of cum at the entrance of her hole. I held onto her waist and pulled myself up to her cunt. The men just stared at us as we ran our tongues along each other’s slits. I circled my tongue around her clitoris and felt the tip of my nose push against her slippery hole. Cathy was biting lightly on my inner lips, causing the sensations of an electric current running from my pussy to my tits. My nipples stood up proudly and I could feel the wave of orgasm coming over me. Cathy started rocking her hips up and down masturbating herself on my face. Of the four of us, Cathy came first, oozing the tangy sweet cum from her hole. Then I heard either Sheila or Lydia squealing in ecstasy on the next table. My own orgasm had been building within me. As it came to the surface I bucked my hips up into Cathy’s face with epileptic-like spasms, lifting us both up off of the table for a moment.

When the four of us finished our first round of orgasms, we were presented with various objects from the kitchen that the men had been forced to get for us. Armed with these makeshift toys, the four of us began to fuck each other’s cunts and asses wildly. The men kept staring, unable to move. Between shoving a yellow squash up my assistants pussy and giving head to another one lodged in Lydia’s ass, I noticed that more than one of the men showed signs of arousal. I wasn’t convinced that they were being forced to react to it, either.

I don’t know about the other three women but I came at least seven times before I was simply too chafed for my body to react positively to it any longer. The others must have been in the same shape as I was because suddenly the control was gone. Embarrassed, we got dressed.

After a bit more discussion, the ever-analytical Lydia made an observation. “It seems that the creature was aware of the limitations men have sexually from our last encounter and wanted to investigate the limitations of the women as well. It’s my guess that our subject is, ironically, studying us.” Just then the alarm went off, indicating that the ship had drifted off course and it had been to long since anyone corrected it. We looked at each other knowing that the issue at hand would have to wait for the more vital ship functions if we were to survive.

Time passed. Over the course of the next few hours, individuals passing each other in the hall would randomly fall into fits of sexual behavior. It didn’t matter if they were on important ship related missions. This was becoming dangerous. What would happen if one of the navigators got an pendik escort erection and had to put it into one of us during a tricky hyperspace maneuver? We gathered again for a meeting. It was suggested by someone that the creature did not necessarily understand what was involved in our mating practices. It just desired our reactions to it. We agreed that we would try to convince the creature to allow us to continue operations of the ship. We set in our minds that calculating trajectories or making ship repairs were actually erotic acts and we would try to duplicate the reactions one would experience when engaged in intercourse while performing them. After the debasement that we had all experienced of late, this was a very acceptable compromise.

Over a week went by when the next group encounter happened. This time, we were all brought to the bridge. We supposed later that the ruse of masking necessary work with sexual reactions led the creature to believe that this was the most erotic room on the ship. Over the past few days, everyone chose to stay naked. There was no humility left since every member of the crew had been with every other member at some point. Additionally, with all of the ripped clothing and minor injuries due to hasty undressing, it made sense. So everyone arrived naked. While the rest of us engaged in actual intercourse, the captain and other essential crewmembers feigned orgasms while continuing their duties. As the orgy started, I realized that there was only one man entering me. Curious, I looked around and saw that some of the men were also having sex with other men. Although they had no choice in their actions, the look in their eyes was that of horror and outrage. It seems that being forced to enter women against your will was not nearly as intolerable to them as being forced to enter another man. To me, it was all rape. It seemed that we were being tested and prodded in yet a new way.

A little over two weeks into this exotic hell and I found myself in the sickbay attending to a crewmember with a sprained elbow. I was having a difficult time bandaging his arm because it kept moving away from me. “Could you push a little forward?” I asked Matthew who was fucking me from behind as I leaned over the patient.

“How’s this?” he replied.

Just then, the captain entered the room. Immediately, he got an erection and came over to the table where he put his penis into my patient’s mouth and began fucking his face. I was almost done with the bandage and this was making it even harder. Then the captain, without any emotion at all, said to Matthew, who was the head of security, “We are ready to put our plan into action.” I suppose Matthew nodded to the captain before he came inside of me. Matthew pulled out and walked out the door. I knew better than to ask about the plan because any reaction I might have to it would be a dead give-away to the creature that something was going to happen.

A moment later, the alarms went off and my patient took his mouth off of the captain’s dick. I realized that there was no control over my mind any more. It was as if the reigns had been released. The captain looked hopeful and relieved…but then the feeling was back again. It hadn’t worked! The captain looked visibly shaken.

My patient stood up and he and the captain walked out of the sickbay in silence. I followed. They and the rest of the crew gathered by the airlock. Four at a time (for that’s all the airlock would hold) entered the chamber. To my shock and grief, they were sent hurtling into space in a puff of decompressed air. When there were just us four women left, the other three stepped into the airlock. I, however, did not. I was the last one and it was I who was forced to send the last of my crew into space.

I was alone and worse, the ship was now adrift. My only consolation was that there was no one left on board to have sex with. I wandered down the hall to my bedchamber and lay down sobbing. After a short while my mind did the only thing it could to escape reality and I slept.

I thought I would have some freedom from the creature’s control while I slept but I was wrong. With no one else left to control, the creature’s hold on my mind increased and it entered my dreams. I dreamt of fucking, as a man and as a woman. I dreamt of people I had left behind on earth and experienced sex with every one of them. My sex partners were an old teacher of mine, my boyfriend from college and even my father. I had sex with animals, with statues come to life, with beings that were both male and female, with clouds, with aliens and even with myself.

…For eight days I was adrift, living this nightmare. Food was running out because the replicator jammed again and I didn’t know how to fix it. The day the crew died, I had formulated a desperate plan to get rid of the creature. To my relief, it worked. Without a rescue, however, I will not survive long. At least I am free.

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Kate woke up naked in the middle of the floor, still questioning in her head if what happened really happened. She rubbed her eyes and looked around the room to see her outfit neatly folded on the bed along with the naughty sheet that probed her.

“What the…” Kate muttered to herself before she was cut off by a tiny voice behind her.

“Wakey wakey sleepy head.” The tiny voice said with a giggle. Startled, Kate spins around and nearly fell back down at the sight of a tiny winged female perched on her mirror. Speechless Kate stands there with her mouth agape at the creature before her.

“Surprised to see me I see. You know I’m getting a lot of that lately. Humans have really forgotten about us fairies huh?” The fairy said.

“Wait… you’re a fairy? Of course. Why wouldn’t you be? I find a working spell book and shortly after I meet a fairy. I’m dreaming still. That’s the only explanation. Clothes can’t come to life and fairies don’t exist.” Kate began to laugh hysterically. The fairy began to wear a puzzled look on her face.

“Silly human girl I can assure you this isn’t a dream. The name is Arianna by the way. My master sent me to retrieve Selena’s Book of Shadows as he had somehow misplaced it. I was going to take it but letting you keep it for a while is way more amusing.” Arianna wore a devious smile.

Kate pinched herself. “Ow!” She exclaimed.

“Wow… okay, so I’m not dreaming. Which means this is all real. My clothes really were alive and there is a living and breathing fairy in my room.” Kate took a deep breath and exhaled.

“Actually, your clothes are still very much alive, I merely put them to sleep so to speak. I don’t actually have the power to reverse the spell since that tome is even more powerful than me.” Arianna jumped down and flew toward Kate until she was eye-level with her.

“Wow, so why would you trust a mere human like me with something so powerful?” Kate asked.

“Don’t worry honey, there is nothing you can screw up so badly that my master can’t fix. I would recommend being a little smarter with your spell casting though. Luckily I stopped your outfit before anyone saw it walking around on its own.” Arianna giggled.

“Good point. Well, when does it wake up?” Kate said while sheepishly looking toward her bed.

“I dunno. Probably anytime I guess. Oh, and if I’m not mistaken, you animated a piece of clothing soiled in your vaginal fluids, right?” Arianna giggled. Kate turned red as a strawberry.

“That’s what I thought.” Arianna laughed hysterically.

“What’s so funny?” Kate asked as Arianna flew toward the window.

“Just try not to get too wet in public. Your lady fluids are now enchanted. Anything it touches will become animated and probably try to fuck you. Bye bye now”. Arianna flew out the window.

“Wait!” Kate yelled but Arianna was already long gone.

“That’s just great”, Kate said as she picked up the spell book and began flipping through the pages until she found the animation spell again. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to reverse the spell completely considering her little fuck session just hours ago was amazing, but being able to control it better was paramount. If Arianna didn’t come when she did, she could have easily lost her entire wardrobe to the spell, not to mention the uproar she could have caused.

“But then again, what do I care?” Kate kütahya escort thought with a mischievous grin on her face.

She grabbed the spell book and turned back to the “Object Enchantment and Animation” page when she suddenly remembered what Arianna said.

“Wait a minute, that fairy said that my vaginal fluids are enchanted.” She pondered for a moment. She looked at her dormant outfit on the bed and began to remember certain details about her encounter.

“I was so caught in the moment at the time that I didn’t realize but the enchantments were using my fluids to bring other objects to life. When I passed out on the floor they left.” She continued to brainstorm as her outfit began lifting off of the bed.

“Shit!” She exclaimed as she made her way to the door.

Her clothes filled out once again and began to float toward her as she fumbled through the spell book.

“Hey! Clothes of mine, can you understand anything that I am saying?” Kate sheepishly asked feeling rather stupid but oddly enough the top of her shirt seemed to nod in response.

“Oh wow, okay… um… are you as an outfit one entity or is every article of clothing its own separate being?” Her shirt shrugged its shoulders in response.

“If only you had a voice, this would be so much easier.” Kate sighed. Suddenly the spell book flew out of her hand and began to glow as the pages flipped on their own.

“Hey!” She yelled. Puzzled, Kate watched the phenomenon in front of her until the book spun itself around facing her. Near the center of the page read:

Granting Sentience to Inanimate Objects

“Woah… um okay, let’s see here…” Kate muttered as she skimmed through the spell and description.

“Okay, according to this I can grant a single animated object sentience or a group of objects as one sentient being. Considering you are pretty much an assembled outfit I would say the latter would be the obvious choice, wouldn’t you?” The shirt once again shrugged in response.

“Fair enough, I guess. According to this, I need to make a circle on the floor made of salt surrounding the animated objects to be made sentient.” Kate eyeballed her living outfit suspiciously.

“I need to go to the kitchen for the salt. How do I know you’ll behave yourself and stay put?” She inquired as the outfit crossed its arms and tapped its boot.

“Oh well, fuck it. Please don’t move alright?” Kate pleaded as she rushed out of her bedroom and into her kitchen. She tossed several items in the floor as she rummaged her pantry until she finally came across a large pack of iodized salt. She ran back to her room and to her relief her living outfit was still patiently waiting for her.

“You’re being oddly compliant considering our encounter earlier,” Kate stated as she poured the salt in a circle around the outfit. She began to read the spell from the book:

In this circle, I’ve created life of a kind

But now I wish to give this life a mind

Please lost soul come forth for me

Enter this vessel I’ve prepared for thee

The outfit within the circle began to glow as a bright light flashed through the room. Startled, Kate dropped the spell book and fell backward. After the glowing subsided, the outfit picked up the spell book from the floor.

“Hello, there human girl. Are you the one malatya escort who released me?” A female voice resonating from the outfit asked.

“Uh…” Kate’s jaw dropped and she stood in startled silence as the disembodied voice spoke to her.

“Wow, naughty and speechless I see.” The voice giggled.

“Sorry, you caught me off guard there for a second. I’m still getting used to this whole magic thing. I’m Kate by the way. What exactly do I call you?”

“Hi Kate, I have to thank you so much for releasing me. Now we can have more fun than you could possibly fathom. When I was a living fairy, they called me Penelope”, the outfit said.

“Holy shit, you used to be a fairy?” Kate asked.

“Yes, the particular spell you just used releases a lost soul into an enchanted object, which means the object you brought to life no longer requires your life force to stay alive, but because of the nature of your original spell I’m still drawn to you in a most special way,” Penelope said seductively.

“Drawn to me? What do you mean?” Kate’s eyes widened as she began to wonder if she made a grave mistake.

“Calm down love I do not wish to harm you. I’m just here to make you cum, which as I recall was why you gave me life in the first place right?” Penelope giggled as she stepped out of the circle. Kate just stared in stunned silence as the living outfit went down on all fours and crawled between her legs.

“Mmm, there’s that delicious life-giving pussy of yours” her outfit purred.

“Wait… lost soul? So, you’re like a ghost or something?” Kate trembled as she felt the phantom breath between her legs.

“Kind of. To better explain, all living things have a soul. A soul gives its possessor a life force as well as independence to think rationally. Before granting this vessel sentience it was simply an extension of your unconscious mind,” Penelope explained.

“Wait… when I animated the panties, they acted completely on their own and used me to animate the rest of you as well as that bedsheet,” Kate jumped as an invisible mouth kissed the inside of her thigh.

“That’s the nature of animation spells. They are controlled by your subconscious mind. In the back of your mind you wanted the clothes to do all those naughty things, did you not? Why else would you animate a pair of panties soaked in your juices if you weren’t planning to get a little naughty?” Penelope giggled as an invisible tongue traced the inside of Kate’s thigh. Kate gripped the floor beneath her as she began to moan.

“Shit… oh…”Kate stammered. “Then why did the clothes try to leave when I passed out?”

“I’m not really sure honestly. I guess your subconscious mind had other plans for them while you were dreaming.” Penelope said with a sultry tone. “Kate, darling, why don’t we put this little questionnaire of yours on hold and have a little fun.” The outfit suddenly dispersed and the different articles of clothing floated to different parts of the room except for her black lace panties. The panties flew toward Kate’s face, bumping her nose with its crotch.

“Woah… hey… how did you…” Kate stammered while her panties rubbed its ass against her bare chest.

“How did I separate?” Kate heard the same voice but from just the panties now.

“My dear sweet Kate my lifeforce is spread batman escort amongst your clothes, but that doesn’t mean I’m tied to only one form. Now come on, I know you brought me to life for some naughty fun, so how about it hmm?” The panties flew down to her feet and Kate blushed as she stepped inside. Her panties slowly slid up her legs, teasing her all the way up until they finally rested on her hips. Kate let out a yelp as the panties magically lifted her off the ground and sat her down on her bed.

“Now be a good girl and lie back my dear. You’ll love this I promise.” The panties giggled.

Kate was a little nervous for what this being had planned but her apprehension was slowly replaced by curiosity as the fabric of her panties, once again, molded to her mound. Unlike last time, however, she noticed something rather different. The crotch of her panties actually felt like a pair of feminine lips against her pussy. Slowly the lips began to kiss and nibble on her mound causing Kate to bite her lower lip.

“Mmm, you like that don’t you naughty girl.” Penelope teased as she talked through the lips in the panties, slowly blowing her hot breath over Kate’s slit.

“God this is unreal,” Kate said under her breath as she began to massage her breasts.

“No, no love. Allow me.” Penelope said as Kate’s bra flew back down to Kate. She removed her hands and the bra snapped itself around her breasts, bouncing them up and down. Just like before, the cups massaged and kneaded her breasts, causing her to moan in response.

“That’s a good girl. How about I show you a trick?” Penelope asked when suddenly Kate felt tiny mouths in the bra cups sucking and licking on her nipples.

“Ah fuck!” Kate exclaimed as the mouth in her panties continued making out with her vagina.

“Fuck, Penelope you are amazing,” Kate grunted as she began to soak her living panties.

“Oh my, someone’s giving me more magical fluid to play with. I’ve been aching to try something.” Penelope taunted once again. Suddenly Kate felt the wetness in her pussy reform into a water-based tongue as it began to explore her tight hole, licking all the right spots as it darted in and out.

“Oh God Penelope, I don’t even care how you’re doing that but please don’t stop!” Kate shouted as she began to grip the bed below. She was caught in the moment; she didn’t notice some of the juices trickling out of her panties and forming a ball in midair. As she reached the edge, the water-based tongue reformed into a giant cock and plunged itself into Kate, causing her to yelp in response.

“Yes, fuck me please!” Kate yelled as the cock vigorously pumped inside her. Her bra gripped her breasts with each thrust as the tiny mouths inside it continued to rapidly lick her nipples.

“Someone’s getting close. Are you going to cum for me, baby?” Kate now heard Penelope’s voice whispering in her ear.

“Fuck yes! I’m cumming!” Kate screamed as she bucked her hips in the air. The panties sailed to her feet just in time for Kate to squirt more fluid in the air as she came. When her orgasm subsided, the water cock left her pussy and dispersed into the ball of fluid floating in the room. When Kate got her bearings, she slowly opened her eyes and saw the outfit reassembled in front of her, blocking her view of the fluid floating in the air.

“Was that good for you, dearie?” Penelope asked?

“Oh yeah. You and I are going to have a ton of fun. I can’t wait to see what else that book can do,” Kate said with a smirk. The ball of fluid hiding behind the outfit escaped through the crack under the door unnoticed and made its way to the bathroom. From there it forced itself into the faucet and dispersed into the water main.

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It had been almost a century since Alluva Lovedrake first learned of her draconic bloodline. The course was so diluted that she showed almost no outward evidence of her heritage, save for her vivid purple eyes and the only slightly oblong pupils within her irises. Over the decades, she’d used her guile, her wits, a plethora of aliases, and her body to infiltrate more organizations than she cared to remember.

Her first was the Harpers, consorting with many of their members before bailing out and moving on to the next. The Zhentarim’s Black Network, the Night Knives of Westgate, the Shadow Thieves of Athkatla, the Arcane Brotherhood in Luskan, and an assortment of other neutral organizations that she could neither name nor remember were all a part of her past. Currently, though, the Cult of the Dragon had her utmost attention.

She had been recruited by her true name by a young red dragon who was still thrice her age. Her bloodline, that of a long-dead purple dragon who’s name the arrogant red refused to give her, had brought her to his attention, and she wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or not. After her last stint as Lady Violet, posing among the Red Wizards of Thay in and around Neverwinter, she had killed many dragons. Some inborn rage had lent fury to her sorcery, and she made a career out of slaying the winged beasts. Her decades of experience had aided her, but no more than the latent draconic heritage in her blood.

Alluva found herself resistant to most of the dragons’ magics. Her first victim, a small purple beast who’s name she never bothered to learn, had provided her with her iconic purple-scale robe. The iridescent scales sheathed her body, the robe hugging her womanly curves. Long hair such a deep brown as to almost be black had an almost purple sheen to it.

Now Alluva found herself in the clutches of the aforementioned red dragon and several purple-robed clerics of Tiamat. She had no idea how she’d gotten this deep into the organization, but somehow she had become revered by these “Wearers of Purple,” leaders in their own right of the Cult of the Dragon. She did know, however, why the dragon had taken so fondly to her.

The beast had been named Fierkar when she met him. With deeply tanned skin and coppery hair, he had charmed her robe right off, revealing her large bosoms, broad hips, and powerful thighs. They’d rutted like animals for a straight tenday, taking breaks only to eat raw meats and drink water that sizzled right off their tongues.

It was the best sex she’d ever had, and after he’d left with promises to rejoin her in the morning, she couldn’t wait to continue their sexual adventures together. Indeed, she’d spent a good long time after that day awaiting his return, ready to swear off her espionage lifestyle.

But maltepe escort the man never returned.

He’d left her only with a belly swollen with child.

Alluva went into hiding, knowing full well that her history had earned her many enemies. Enemies with magic enough to track her down and slay her, if she wasn’t prudent. She was constantly warded. She spent all her energy maintaining her body for childbirth and shielding her abode, now in Waterdeep, from potential enemies.

The Lady Lovedrake, as she had formerly been called, kept to herself when she was out and about town. People that normally respected her for her air of dignity and for her sorcery now treated her with disdain. She was a single mother, pregnant to bursting. Her breasts had swollen to a size she had not ever seen before, and the lactation stained all of her good blouses—blouses that no longer fit over her immense breasts.

And as if that wasn’t bad enough, when the birthing did come, the midwife she had hired fled in terror when she shoved out not a human child, but a black-scaled egg, dripping viscera.

Alluva had no choice. This couldn’t get out. With magic fueled by pain and confusion, she struck down the midwife with a massive blade of violet energy.

It didn’t take long for the egg to start twitching. She’d incubated it for nearly nine months within her womb—a womb that was obviously as much draconic as it was human. It cracked, the scales sloughing off, and a baby girl with tiny talons jutting from her fingers and toes laid their crying within the egg. Her horns were stubby, tail short and fat, but what really stood out to Alluva were the jet black wings that spread out under her.

Her instincts took over. She lifted the babe from the egg and laid back on her birthing bed. Her breasts were free, nipples hard and dribbling milk. The babe latched on immediately and suckled. Sharp teeth couldn’t penetrate her nipples, but the pinching sensation was unpleasant for Alluva.

Alluva fled Waterdeep under cover of night, her babe shrouded in a thick blanket beneath her purple-scaled robe. Alluva did the only thing she could think of. She found a bandit hideout in the forest surrounding Neverwinter, slaughtered the thieves and brigands and rapists, and built her home there. Her magic served as guardsman, animating stones and enslaving elementals as she raised her daughter in secrecy.

The girl, Lidia Lovedrake, was her pride and joy. She was curious and seemed to have a good heart, so Alluva arranged intermittent contact with wandering adventurers. Some proved to be good influences on the girl, and others showed Lidia exactly what Faerûn could be like at its worst.

When Lidia grew into a teenager, manavgat escort a beautiful girl with jet hair and budding curves that Alluva admitted would drive most suitors wild with lust, her mother was forced into an awkward situation.

The younger Lovedrake had taken a fancy to a lordling in a neighboring fiefdom that took to hunting on a regular basis. Lidia, heeding her mother’s advice, had observed from afar, in stealth. Alluva, naturally, had to explain to Lidia the urges she was feeling.

Before the girl could begin to explore them, though, their little utopia was shattered by four massive, red-scaled feet on their front door. The creature, a red dragon as big as the bandit keep, quickly diminished into the same dusky-skinned, copper-haired man Alluva had met years ago.

“My daughter,” he roared, his voice as loud as a dragon’s even in human form. “Bring her to me, Alluva Lovedrake!”

Her rage overwhelmed her. She enacted a spell she’d long been working out the nuances to, channeling the magic through her draconic blood. Her skin grew iridescent violet scales, her robe fanning out behind her like gigantic dragon wings. Horns sprouted from her head and claws erupted from her hands. She flew out the front gate to meet the impudent red dragon with magic and dragonspell.

But Fierkar surprised her. He fell to his knees at her appearance, arms splayed out wide.

“Forgive me,” he shouted, and Alluva felt the words hit her like a ton of bricks. She came down, wings unfurled, spell on her fingertips to rend him to bits, but held back. “I knew not what you were when we mated. A human would not have been worth my return, but you…you are something else. You are something splendid. You are Tiamat’s chosen vessel! Be my mate!”

Alluva’s spell disappeared in the blink of a very astonished violet eye. Her robe clung to her, her scales faded to normal flesh. Lidia appeared from behind her, staring timidly at the man who was a dragon.

“That’s my father?” she asked in a petulant voice. Alluva put a hand on her back, between her wings, which twitched with agitation.

“It is,” Alluva said, and Fierkar held his arms out to the teenager. Lidia retreated behind her mother, though. He seemed hurt at first, but returned to the matter at hand. He gazed into Alluva’s eyes. Reminding herself that she was dealing with a dragon, a beast with intellect far out-striping her own, in most cases, she nodded.

“On one condition,” she said.

“Anything,” Fierkar said, standing up.

“You keep your claws away from Lidia. She is my child. You forfeited that right by never returning.”

Fierkar nodded, a bit too quickly. “You are correct, of course,” he said. “Very well. Lidia şişli escort is yours to raise as you see fit. We will raise a clutch of eggs together, though.”

Alluva caught her breath for a moment, more curious at the opportunity. “Agreed,” she said.

And thus her current situation.

Years had passed, and Lidia had long since run away from Fierkar’s lair to pursue her own designs. Alluva permitted it. This was no place for as good a child as Lidia. There were half a dozen red eggs all around her, all birthed from her womb within the last tenday. They were small enough that her body could house more than one at a time, and that had infuriated Fierkar. The eggs were runty, he had said. The dragons would be puny, immature, not worth the fire in their blood.

Enraged, he had raped Alluva repeatedly with magic and cock. Were it not for her draconic magic and ability to shapeshift into the quasi-dragon form she had perfected, the times he had rutted her in full dragon form would have killed her outright. This was the product of a tenday of rape and magical torment.

Alluva pushed out the egg and was shocked when she heard infantile screaming rather than the silent squelching sound of an egg slipping from her loins.

The dragon-priests looked down in horror, and from on high Fierkar looked down with draconic eyes at the child.

Rage billowed forth from him in the form of a fountain of flame. He pointed his maw high into the sky, blowing an inferno so high into the sky it could have been seen for miles. Alluva looked down at the red-skinned babe, her horns small points on her forehead, her tail thin and short. Her fingers and toes had no claws as Lidia’s had those years ago.

Golden eyes looked up at Alluva, and platinum hairs covered her head as a human babe’s might. Its first sounds other than screaming were giggling. Very human giggling.

Alluva grinned. She reached for the babe, but was pushed away by one of the priests.

“Kill it!” Fierkar roared. He repeated it over and again, sounding quite insane. “Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!”

One of the priests drew a long, curved dagger and began chanting over the child, her voice calm serenity under the manic shouts of the enraged red dragon. He raised the dagger high and Alluva’s instincts overwhelmed her.

Scales erupted form her flesh. Her cloak was gone, but wings sprouted from her back anyway. She exhaled blinding, burning force, pure and violet. The dragonpriests were incinerated immediately, and with pure adrenaline Alluva leapt into the sky, lashing at Fierkar with blades of force and burning rays of pure arcane wrath.

Manic and severely wounded, the red dragon flew away, but not before he scooped the small red eggs into his claws. Alluva took the child into her arms and it immediately began suckling from her nipple. It drank a mixture of human milk and draconic magic. Alluva had no idea what would become of the child or how she would grow, but she knew she had to find parents for her. Her only quest now was to find Fierkar and her eggs.

She would kill him, and she would raise the dragons herself.

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This is the third part in the series. All you need to know from the first two parts is that Kabir stumbles upon a sex genie with infinite magical powers to fulfil his sexual desires. He transforms the genie into a bombshell brunette that he calls Scarlett and then transfers all her powers to himself.

As always, the sex starts pretty quickly and any constructive feedback is welcome!

*****

It wasn’t long before Kabir asked Scarlett to transfer all her powers to him as well. She was still the greatest fuck in all of creation, but now Kabir did not need to rely on his sex genie to carry out his desires. The entire world and its sexual subjects were now prey to Kabir’s newly attained miraculous powers.

Kabir wanted a pleasing and long-lasting solution all his sexual craving, and he was smart enough to figure out what to do. A harem would have been too limited and constant for his taste; he needed his women to evolve along with his fetishes. His slaves needed to be trained and groomed so that only the best were given a chance to tame the monster under his pants. And the answer was literally simple: SIMPLE University (Scarlett’s Institute for Master’s Pleasure & Lessons in Enjoyment)

The admission process was rather simple. All the women aged 18-30 in the world were automatically screened according to Kabir’s taste and the 2500 top rankers were admitted into the academy. The ones with more experience were granted the position of teachers, assigned with the sole responsibility of grooming each bitch to become an even better fuck. Students, or rather bitches specialised in courses like “throated blowjob”, “anal orgasm”, “triple penetration” among various others. The best of each class was given a chance to serve their master and showcase their talent for cock-pleasing. Scarlett was named the director of the university which Kabir transformed into his sex mansion.

All the lovely tarts of the university used to dream every night about making love to their master. It was a normal academy in every way, except that bitches used to carry dildos instead of notebooks and would fuck each other brainless instead of studying. The sluts that had been seductive enough to invite master’s cock for a ride, were viewed with jealousy by all the other bitches, and were referred to in their lingo as “cum dumpsters.” Though everyone hated these queen whores, everyone secretly wanted to be a part of the sorority, but only a few talented sluts got lucky. Karen was soon about to be one of them.

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Karen ran through the corridor, hurrying to avoid getting late for class. She had enrolled for a special class titled “Threesome 101” and she enjoyed every single moment of it. As she stormed past the corner, she ran her head straight into a pair of soft and enormous tits, almost falling down from the impact. As she regained her posture, she looked up to realise who she had run into. It was the director, Scarlett.

“I am so sorry, Mistress. I had no idea that that I would bump into them, ugh sorry, I meant bilecik escort you.”

Scarlett observed the nervous young girl. Karen was gasping for breath, with her eyes bent below, folding her hands to apologise. “Your cute face almost makes me want to forgive you bitch. But it is not I who you need to be saved from.”

As Karen wondered in confusion, a big pair of manly hands came from behind and grabbed her boobs, squeezing them. All the course lessons could not have prepared Karen for what was coming. The hands pulled her hair and turned her around, spanking her tits as they did so.

Kabir studied the bitch between his arms and grunted with approval. Her sleek figure was accentuated by the firm pair of mangoes hanging from the breast. Her curved lips looked like an invitation to a threesome. The two globes that stuck out her from her ass made her look laviscious. All the other bitches around crowded around the threesome as they watched master about to fuck the latest “cum dumpster”.

Kabir opened Karen’s mouth with the tip of his thumb and stuck his tongue in there. Slowly but sharply, he writhed his tongue inside her to explore her delicious mouth. He duelled with her tasty tongue and tried to choke her breath forcefully with his tongue. After barbarously making out with her for over a minute, he pulled out his tongue. Now Scarlett advanced forward and assaulted with her tongue. Kabir watched hungrily as his two beautiful slaves passionately made out with each other. He stuck his tongue in between their two faces, and soon both his bitches were pleasuring his mouth with their tongues at the same time.

Kabir decided to take his magical powers for a drive. He transformed Karen’s mouth into a substitute for her G-spot. He connected the vein endings of her tongue directly to her clit so that any sensation in her mouth would automatically stimulate her G-spot. As Kabir fucked her face with his tongue, Karen moaned in euphoria as she felt her G-spot being rubbed. In no time, the sensations inside her were building to a point of throbbing climax. Then Kabir pulled away his tongue and forced his entire fist inside Karen’s gaping mouth. Karen couldn’t contain her orgasm any longer. Her pussy jetted out a load of squirt like a fountain. Scarlett bent down to get a facial from the delicious bath that was spraying down below.

Kabir was pleased with his bitch’s performance. He grinned, “Now let’s see how carefully you pay attention in Threesome 101.”

Kabir popped out his cock which was already hard from all the action it had witnessed. Karen looked at the monster and glared at the 10 inch cock that was ready to ruin her for once and for all.

“Master, my virgin cunt can’t take that huge rod of yours.”

“We’ll see.” Kabir slipped her pussy over his hard erect pole. Her squirt had done a good job of lubricating her walls and Kabir’s cock entered her without any effort. Karen whined in pain as she felt the monster banging against her vagina. manisa escort Her pussy stretched beyond its limit and she cried as Kabir penetrated her again and again. Her virgin cunt was being massacred by the onslaught. Kabir could make her enjoy the pain but instead he made her beg for it harder.

“Oh please master, punish your bitch with all that pain.”

Kabir used his magic and instantly gave Scarlett a strap-on dildo hanging like a dick from her pussy. “Let’s give both her virgin holes a good humping, shall we!”

Scarlett pushed her enormous dildo up Karen’s virgin ass. Karen felt like she was being pounded by two monsters like a sausage in between a sandwich. Both the cocks fucked her in harmony and banged against her walls. And all she could do was cry in pain and helplessly beg for more.

Soon her entire body started pulsating with tremors of pleasure. The stimulation of her clit by Kabir’s hairy balls were sending her to the cliff. She begged her master to let her finish but Kabir teased her even more. Karen’s orgasm had now built up to a precipice and she was being tormented by her sheer exasperation. Kabir blew jet after jet of hot gooey cum inside her and let her climax at the same point. She cried out in euphoria as her entire pussy vibrated with convulsions. As soon as her first orgasm ended, her second began. Jolts of pleasure sparked across her entire body and she fainted from the frenzy.

A girl stepped up from the crowd that had gathered around so that the load blown inside Karen would not be wasted. She started savouring all the cum inside Karen’s cunt with her tongue and started swallowing all of it. Impressed by the girl’s devotion to his cum, Kabir raised the girl and asked her name.

“My name is Lucy, master.”

Kabir took time to examine Lucy’s voluptuous figure. Her enormous 34DD boobs fit perfectly with the rest of her athletic build. Her toned belly curved into her bombshell booty. Lucy’s completely waxed legs made Kabir’s mouth drool. “Her slender and luscious lips would look perfect wrapped around my cock”, Kabir thought.

“I am pleased with your devout love for my divine drink. Tell me, Lucy, what course are you studying?”

“I am taking the Deep Throat lessons, master.”

“Don’t lie to me bitch. No bitch named Lucy enrolled for those lessons.”

“I didn’t enroll as a student, master. I teach that course.”

Kabir pleased with his new catch pushed her face down in front of his monster. “Let’s see how much knowledge you have of your subject. Start by cleaning my cock.”

Lucy bent down and stretched out her tongue to lick the remaining cum dripping from the penis head. She massaged the top with her tongue, swirling it all around the foreskin until all the cum was down her throat. Then she gradually began cleaning the rest of the cock as well. In no time, she was swallowing the whole of Kabir’s testicles. She rubbed and teased them with her hands, preparing them for the next load Kabir mersin escort was about to blow. She played with the vein endings on his frenulum, massaging them with her tongue. She then lifted her mouth back to the pole’s head and stuck her tongue inside the opening of the glans. The move took Kabir by surprise and he moaned in pleasure from this newly experienced sensation.

Lucy then put both her hands inside her mouth, and started choking herself. Lucy spit out saliva and spread it all across the monster to make it wet. After opening her mouth out wide, she pulled her lips with her fingers to keep her mouth gaping. She then asked Kabir to push his cock in and out of her mouth like it was a pussy. Kabir started fucking her mouth by ramming his hard shaft into Lucy’s face, slamming her throat each time.

Meanwhile, Lucy was rubbing her clit by pressing it against Kabir’s shin. While her throat was being fucked, her body started to violently pulsate with shivers of pleasure. She couldn’t even moan in her ecstasy as her mouth was busy with the monster that was inside it. Kabir could feel Lucy’s throbbing orgasm as she continued to blow his rod.

Kabir then firmly slapped Lucy’s cheeks that were red from the banging, and he threw her on the floor. He dropped himself on her and pushed his cock into her mouth again. He was fucking her in missionary position but his shaft was inside her face and not her pussy. He used his magical talent to give three tongues to Lucy to wrap around his cock as he mounted her mouth. Lucy, taken aback by the astonishing change, pulled away a little. Kabir then grabbed her hair and pushed her face right back towards his testicles. With each stroke, he delved deeper into her throat, making her gag and choke each time he went in. Lucy was asphyxiating from the brutal banging that she was receiving. She tried not to gag and gasped every air of breath before she the cock went back into her throat. But she loved the way her slutty three tongues were massaging her master’s penis while her throat was gliding around the tip of the rod.

Kabir looked up at Scarlett and shouted, “Don’t just stand there you bitch. Make yourself useful.”

Scarlett bent down just like the other two and dug her mouth into Kabir’s overlying ass. She used her tongue to explore the butt crack, sucking on all the horny juices that Kabir’s ass was sweating. Her entire face was giving a rimjob, while Lucy’s face was busy with a blowjob. Kabir felt like a sausage between a hot dog, or hot bitches he thought.

Tired after fucking Lucy’s throat, Kabir decided to end the show. He unloaded his balls and sprayed jet after jet of warm sticky cum into Lucy’s mouth, catching her by surprise. He then pulled Scarlett’s face to the front, and blew equal amount of his divine juice into her mouth as well. His magic powers gave him an infinite reservoir. So he then shot out some more cum on the bitches faces and then on their busty tits. He ordered them to lick the cum off each other and swallow every last drop of it. He enjoyed the show as they savoured the heavenly nectar, using their tongues to make love to each other and taste each other’s share of the drink.

Pleased with the performance, Kabir looked at Lucy and said, “I love the enthusiasm you have for your subject. Maybe one day, I’ll let you give a live demonstration in front of your student bitches.”

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