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Harold lay in bed, drowsing in the late Spring morning. The bed was warm and it felt like he was floating in a cloud, with a warm, naked Leila snuggled up to his equally naked back as he rested on his left side. Morning light was filtering through the closed curtains and the sounds of the morning were drifting in through the open window, which was protected by a mesh screen made of fine wires to keep the bugs out. He heard the bedroom door open quietly and quickly closed his eyes, knowing who it was. Padding feet quietly approached his side of the bed.

“Papa! Papa! It’s time to get up!” whispered the voice of his daughter Marcie.

“Mmph. Go away,” he muttered, suppressing a smile. She gave him a little push.

“It’s Sunday morning, Papa. Time to make breakfast for us! I’m hungry! It’s 7:00!”

“But it’s so warm and snuggly in here,” he whispered plaintively.

“Do you want some cheese with that whine?” Marcie whispered back. His eyes popped open.

“You little imp! Where did you hear that one?”

“You said it to me last time you were home,” she replied with a big grin, dancing just out of reach of his clutching hand. “I remembered! You also like to say ‘Turnabout is fair play’!”

“Not when it’s your beloved child sassing you,” Harold grumbled with a fake ferocious scowl, making her have to stifle a giggle. He thought that he heard a giggle from behind him, but chose to ignore it. “Fine, I’ll get up. Let me get dressed and I’ll go make breakfast.” Marcie happily skipped out, mission accomplished, and he eased his way out of bed and stood on the wooden floor. “All good things must come to an end,” he thought somewhat grumpily as he got dressed in his traveling clothes, which had been brought into the bedroom before Tom and Helen had come for Tom’s reconstructive surgery yesterday afternoon. Leila had turned over in bed to face him as he stood in the middle of the room, and though her eyes appeared closed, he made sure to flaunt his ass, well-muscled from hundreds of miles of walking from village to village on his rounds, and to waggle his genitals at her as he dressed. He borrowed a pair of her fuzzy pink slippers to protect his feet from the cold floors, as their feet were nearly the same size. He then left the room, quietly left the door a bit open, and walked down the hallway to the kitchen, where Marcie was waiting for him. All of the ingredients for breakfast were carefully laid out on the counter next to the wood stove, which had been cleaned and stocked, ready for action.

“Nicely done!” he praised, starting the fire with a couple of words and a gesture with his left hand and fingers. “No excuses for delays from me,” he added ironically.

“I’m hungry!” she replied with a gap-toothed grin, her eyes, which were a similar shade of blue to her father’s, sparkling. “And so are you,” she added as his stomach growled.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he said, sticking his tongue out at her. He went out the kitchen door and walked down the short, paved path to the privy, which was about five feet square and painted pleasing shades of green and brown. Halfway there, he paused and farted loudly. “When, in my illustrious career, did morning wood become morning wind?” he grumbled, continuing on. After using it and washing his hands with the small sink and pump that were included in the building, he returned to the kitchen and set to work. At four-foot-nine, Marcie was more than tall enough to help, and she had her past shoulder-length auburn hair carefully tied back to keep it out of the way. Under his direction, which she barely needed anyway (“Papa, I’m almost eleven! I know how to make pancakes!”), she was mixing the batter as the two frying pans and kettle were heating on the stove. He quickly went to the guest bedroom, where his large backpack had been left yesterday, rummaged around in its depths, and returned to the kitchen with a bag the size of two clenched fists that was carefully wrapped in waterproof oilskin.

“What’s that, Papa?” she asked as he spooned four blobs of batter into the large frypan.

“It’s a surprise for your Mama,” he replied with a conspiratorial wink. “Watch as I flip the pancake.” He carefully pushed the flipper under a pancake and turned it over with a small splat. “Are you ready to try?” She took the flipper and expertly flipped the other three. “Hey! Have you been practising?” he demanded with almost mock surprise, hands on his hips.

“Yes, I have!” she replied proudly. “Mama makes us pancakes sometimes and she showed me how.” He moved the kettle to the cooler corner of the stove because the water had started to boil. He then poked the contents of the stove to rearrange the burning wood. The first batch of pancakes was moved to the warming rack and the next batch plopped in.

Far too many times, her bladder had forced Leila Parsons to leave a warm, snuggly bed and this was one of them. Many other times had been because of the adorable stomach with legs bahçelievler escort that is her daughter, but Harold had fielded, albeit involuntarily, this occasion. She had definitely appreciated his flaunting his goods at her as she was pretending to sleep, as the warmth between her legs attested. It was all part of the ritual when he came for a visit on a weekend or in the summer when Marcie didn’t have school. On weekdays when she was in school, the ritual started a little earlier, but it was always pancakes, eggs, and milk for breakfast, and sausages if they happened to have any, and she’d made sure that they did today. Sounds of quiet conversation and cooking, along with some delicious smells, drifted down from the kitchen as she got out of bed, stretched and yawned, and stood in front of her full-length mirror for the daily inspection.

She had been born and raised here in the village of Magwitch and had the same farmer’s body build that nearly everyone else had, large bones, hands and feet. Her almost D-sized breasts had medium-sized pink areolas with nipples the diameter of a pencil eraser that stuck out about a quarter inch due to the coolness of the bedroom. There was still little sag to them, and only the amount of extra padding one could expect on the body of a mother approaching 50. Her hair, which was long enough to cover her breasts, had been a coppery red, but was now well on its way to becoming silver. The hair of her bush, which she had carefully trimmed yesterday morning in preparation for Harold’s arrival, was still its original glorious copper colour.

As always, she paused to pick up and hold the two wooden rings connected by a long leather strap that rested on top of her dresser. Harold was from a distant corner of the northeastern part of the Kingdom, but he had adopted the local tradition of carving engagement rings for them. He had presented them to her one year, one month, and one day after their first meeting at the Cashman’s farm when he had repaired Tim Witherspoon’s broken femur so well that she could not tell it had been broken. He had made them from an unfamiliar wood, which he had called mahogany, which was from the tropics, and had been stained to a colour almost the same as her hair had been. They were heavier than they looked, but felt warm and comforting in her palm.

“Did you really make these yourself?” she had asked, looking into his shining eyes as Marcie, then two months old, slept in her crib in her room.

“I did,” he had replied. “I didn’t even cheat and use Magic. I asked a woodworking friend of a friend how to do it. He gave a quick outline on the tools and methods, and after some trial-and-error practising, I made these for us in the downtime during my rounds on the road. Our situation is unusual because I can’t stay here with you as your husband because I have to keep moving as part of my work.”

“Not to mention that you often wind up in someone’s bed, and that I sometimes welcome others into mine,” she had replied.

“Will you accept these as a token of my love, for us to wear when you think the time is right?”

“I will,” she had replied without hesitation, carefully placing them on the dresser, then turning and kissing him with a fire and intensity that he had returned. “Now,” she had whispered after they had finally pulled away, “unhouse that cock of yours and put out the raging fire you’ve started in my pussy before the other token of our love wakes up and wants to nurse!” His seriously tented pants had been the first to go, quickly followed by everything else and she had pushed him onto the bed and mounted him, easily impaling herself on that wonderful cock of his. “Please,” she had added as he had stared at her overfull breasts, “help me with these. Marcie never drains them completely.” Harold had willingly complied, gently sucking on each nipple as it sprayed her high-pressure milk into his mouth as she rode him with increasing urgency. “Oh Goddess, it feels so good when we do it this way!” Her orgasm had nearly crushed his cock with its intensity as it flooded her pussy with his cum. She had flopped down on him so that they were nose to nose.

“I love you, Leila Parsons,” Harold had said breathlessly, gently licking her lips.

“And I love you, Harold Moser,” she had replied, equally breathlessly. “And if you do any more of that, you will get no sleep tonight!” They then heard quiet fussing noises from Marcie’s room, as she had awakened from her nap and was hungry again.

“We already don’t get much sleep at night,” he’d replied with a tired grin as she had gotten off him, leaving a mess on his deflating cock and abdomen, which he had to Clean off so that he could get up too. “I’ll get her and bring her to you.” By the time he’d come back with the angry infant, she had propped herself in her bed with pillows behind her back and in a few moments the baby was firmly attached to her left bağcılar escort breast, sucking vigorously.

Somewhat reluctantly returning to the present, Leila retrieved a warm cotton nightie from her closet, put it on over her head, stepped into her other pair of pink fuzzy slippers, left the bedroom and walked down the hall to the kitchen.

“Mama!” Marcie exclaimed happily, running over to give her a big hug.

“Oof! You’re getting stronger!” she said, hugging her back. “Good morning, Harold.”

“Good morning, Leila,” he responded, turning the sausages over in the pan while eyeing the last of the pancakes in the other frypan. “Did you have a good sleep?” She moved over into his rather gentler embrace and put her nose against his.

“I certainly did,” she replied, giving him a soft, lingering kiss. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Your sausage will be ready for you,” he replied, somehow sneaking a squeeze on her butt. “And pancakes and eggs,” he added innocently. They watched her through the window as she walked to the privy and went in. “OK, Marcie, let’s set the table.” Plates, cutlery, and mugs were arranged on the table that was in the back corner of the room. “Now for the surprise,” he said, measuring a heaping teaspoon of black powder from the bag into his and Leila’s mugs and pouring in hot water. “You probably won’t like this,” he said, pouring milk into hers. Looking relieved, Leila emerged from the privy, returned up the pathway, and entered the kitchen. She stopped and sniffed the air.

“Harold, is that coffee?” she demanded, hustling the few steps to the table and sitting down. She held her mug under her nose and inhaled the fragrance.

“A friend got it for me from one of the markets in the Capital.”

“Dear Goddess, if you weren’t already mine, I would claim you right now!” She took a careful sip of the scalding beverage and closed her eyes in delight.

“Why are you happy with the coffee, Mama? The General Store has lots of it,” Marcie asked.

“The General Store’s coffee is good enough and serves its purpose, sweetheart, but this is a special blend that comes from the neighbourhood in the Capital where the Magic School is. All the students have to pull long hours studying, as well as gossiping and complaining, in the cafés, and this coffee is the fuel that kept us all going.” She and Harold carefully sipped their drinks, lost in years of memories.

“Have some pancakes, Mama,” Marcie urged, returning them back to the present. “I made them almost all by myself!”

“She did,” Harold said, adding some maple syrup, cutting off a slice and popping it in his mouth. “Soon she won’t need me anymore and I can stay in bed longer.”

“No, Papa, I will always need you. The pans are heavy and can get too hot!”

“The way you’re growing, the heavy part won’t be a problem for much longer! Are you sure you can’t make her stop growing?” he added plaintively to Leila, complete with batting eyelashes.

“I wish that I could,” Leila replied with a smile, stroking her daughter’s hair as they all ate their breakfasts. “She’s like a human locust with everything she eats. I’ll have to take her clothes to the Swap Shop again because she’s getting too big for them! Can’t you help your Mama and stay the same size?”

“Nope!” Marcie replied with a big grin, swallowing a mouthful of sausage. “When you both make such good food, I just have to eat it all!” Harold snickered and shook his head ruefully.

“Our daughter is learning how to butter up her parents already. We’d better watch out!” Marcie giggled and looked innocent, fooling nobody. They spent a few minutes eating quietly, with the sounds and scents from outside drifting through the open window.

“What are you kids going to do when the rain starts?” Leila asked after the last of the food had been eaten and the coffee drunk. “You’d better not get into the mud again!” Marcie looked slightly guilty. Yesterday, she and the rest of the roaming pack of children had made a total disaster of themselves at the Wemmicks’ pond and had had to be Cleaned. Harold and Leila had made it more fun by having their parents throw the spells at their filthy offspring, but the kids then had had their turn. Harold hoped that they’d all had a good night’s sleep afterwards.

“It’s Sunday, so there will be something to do at the Community Hall,” Marcie replied as they got up and brought their dishes to the sink. “Maybe dodgeball in the gym or games in the library.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” said Leila, Cleaning the dishes with a loud rattle and clatter. “Despite opinions to the contrary, we can’t have you all roaming around town every day. You don’t want to be all tired out for school.” Marcie made a face. “Go close the window in your room. We’ll deal with the others when the time comes.”

“Yes, Mama,” she replied, leaving the kitchen to go to her room.

“I should get changed,” ümraniye escort said Leila, looking over her shoulder at Harold as she stood by the door to the hallway. “Yesterday’s exertions have left me a little stiff and sore.”

“It would be ungallant of me to allow my love to hurt herself while getting dressed,” he replied with a smile, drawn to her by the pull of her eyes that was far stronger than any rope. They made their way back to the main bedroom, whose door was closed firmly by Harold after they had entered. They knew that Marcie knew what they were doing and that she wouldn’t disturb them. They had been surprised when she had told them last night that she could feel it when they were loving each other. He bent down to hold the hem of her nightie, which was at her ankles, and slowly pulled it up, kissing and licking her legs as he went until he got to her pussy, which got extra licks and attention. A soft moan indicated that he was doing it right. Up he continued, giving her navel a lick and her slightly soft belly more kisses. His hands kept a gentle pressure on her sides as he continued raising the garment. Upon exposure of her breasts, which were glowing gently in turquoise and yellow, it was clear that her rock-hard nipples needed some attention, which he lovingly gave, rewarding him with more moans. He finally worked his way up so that the nightie was only on her arms that were over her head.

“You know how to make a woman feel special,” she murmured as the garment hit the floor and her arms wrapped around him for a sizzling kiss. “I love you, Harold,” she whispered with her lips just brushing his. “I want you to be mine forever.”

“Your wish was granted a long time ago, Leila,” he replied, gently licking her lips until she thrust her tongue into his mouth for another kiss. “I should let you get dressed,” he continued when it was finished. “We have things to do today.” His feeble efforts to leave her arms were unsuccessful.

“There is a problem that needs to be addressed,” she said, unbuttoning his pants by touch while pressing her nose to his. They fell to the floor, along with his underwear. “You can’t go outside with this,” she continued, stroking his hot, hard cock that was glowing gently in turquoise and forest green. “People would talk.”

“If people knew what was going on down here,” he replied, feeling the heat in her crotch with his right hand and easily pushing his middle finger into its needy depths, “they would also talk. What should we do about these problems?”

“I have an idea,” she murmured, gripping his convenient handle and leading him to her bed. “I think that we have to make love hot, hard, and fast. That’s a reliable way to get rid of unwanted arousal, or so I’ve been told.” Just as she was facing him and getting ready to get on the bed, he gave her a little push, knocking her off-balance so that she landed on her back, legs open. He instantly stuffed his cock deep inside with one thrust. “Oh! You couldn’t wait?”

“I want to watch my cock going in and out of you,” he replied, moving in and out with small slurping noises. “I want to watch your breasts move as I make love to you.” They were moving back and forth on her chest, still glowing, as was her pussy. “I will ravage that beautiful pussy of yours and give you not one drop of my sperm.”

“As always, you are a liar. But a sweet one,” she gasped as she put the squeeze on him. “You are going to squirt every last drop of your sperm into me and put out the fire you started!” After about a minute of increasingly frantic pounding and bucking, he involuntarily thrust in as far as he could and let loose with a groan and two hard squirts as she clamped down on him and screamed into a pillow. Harold felt something warm and wet trickling down his legs as he stood, weaving woozily as all the blood seemed to rush from his head. His cock came out with a quiet pop as he faded out, and he just managed to turn and slide down to the floor with his back to the bed.

It took a minute for Leila to reassemble her scattered brain functions enough so that she could sit up without falling over. She shakily stood up and then felt something warm and wet sliding down her legs as all the love fluids left her pussy. She had to hastily Clean herself and the bedding before carefully stepping over Harold’s legs. A quick check showed that he was rapidly returning to consciousness, much to her relief. She went to her dresser to get her clothing for the day, looked at the rings lying on it, then looked at the twitching form of her long-time love, and made a decision. She knelt and kissed him. “Wake up, lover boy,” she whispered as his eyelids opened and fluttered. She made sure to put on her socks first, bending over with her back to him so that he would get a perfect view of her pussy and ass, and felt another flash of warmth as she got an upside-down view of his cock helplessly twitching and drooling out the last of its cum as he stared, eyes fixated on hers.

“Did you like your breakfast sausage?” he managed to ask with an impudent grin, looking down at the mess between his legs and hastily Cleaning it up.

“Yes, it was the best ever,” she replied, hauling him to his feet and into another embrace and gentle, loving kiss. “Now get dressed before I give into the temptation to have another one!”

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Back at the house, Pam was showing her pre-programmed parenting skills to be inferior to those a human could have shown. After she had gotten her electronic ‘thoughts’ all sorted out she had come out of the bedroom still unprepared to effectively deal with the situation. Marcus looked remorseful but was still defiant. He was also still sad about Charlie dying the day before. Jessica was obviously very sad about that.

Pam went about the evening as usual, reheating leftovers and cooking a little bit of new food to add to it. She had barely spoken to the children, and that intrusive quietness almost drowned out the TV. She had no protocols, subroutines or algorithms to fall back on for this kind of thing. All she was able to do was to maintain configuration 6.12 on her facemask. That look was meant to convey the type of sadness called for by the recent happenings.

After the table had been set and the half new, half old meal set out, Pam told the children to wash their hands and sit down for dinner. That caused trouble right away with the boy.

“My hands are clean.” he said. “I already washed them.”

“Not recently.” the machine replied.

“It doesn’t matter!” he shot back.

Pam looked at him while Jessica went to use the soap and water. The android pulled up the appropriate files and gave him the standard line. “You have to wash your hands before you eat. It’s important. If you don’t, I’ll tell your father.”

“He doesn’t care what you say too!” the boy shouted. “He wouldn’t have left if he did!”

Pam’s logic circuits couldn’t calculate the exact meaning of all those words, but her AI knew from his expression and body language that he wasn’t being friendly or polite. Her silicone facial covering reconfigured itself again, now looking mad and authoritative – expression 5.32.

“If you don’t wash your hands, I’ll tell your father.” she said. error messages started flashing before her electronic eyes as soon as the words left her speaker. The top levels of her hierarchical AI system had caught her being overly repetitive. She froze the way she was while the processors tekirdağ escort in her chest sorted out some of this mess.

Marcus just walked away from her and sat down at the other end of the table. He made sure to be as loud as he could be as he took the covers off the pots and spooned the food onto his plate.

Pam’s head turned to look at him. Her face was still set in that most recent expression, but her cognitive functions were bogged down with attempts at error correction. She needed to buy some time for herself. She pulled up the right program and ran it through her CPU.

Tears came to her eyes as she started simulated crying. She half-ran up the stairs and retreated to her bedroom. Once inside, she continued to make those sobbing sounds, though they eventually trailed off into nothing. She remained standing inhumanly straight and still just behind the door however.

Jessica was almost too scared to come out of the washroom when she heard the imitation adult go past. The kid timidly opened the washroom door and looked around the hallway. When she got to the table, she asked her brother “What happened?”

“Pam’s crying because I didn’t wash my hands.” he said.

Things were a little more lively over at the bar. Khaled had joined Brad at a table in the corner so he could listen to his friend whine about his relationship. He too had gotten a steak sandwich, and was now forking the last of the ketchup-soaked French fries into his mouth.

“You know,” Brad said “the more I think about it the less special she is.”

“You said that already.” Khaled reminded him.

“Yeah, but it’s true.” Brad said firmly. He thought now about her similarities to his deceased wife, but he wasn’t ready to admit to his friend what he was just beginning to admit to himself.

“You could have lots of other women.” Khaled told him. “I noticed that waitress was staring at your chest.”

“That’s okay, I’ve been staring at hers.”

They laughed. Brad emptied the remaining contents of the pitcher into his glass.

“I tokat escort guess we should go soon, eh?” Khaled asked.

“Why? You wussing out on me?”

“Dude, We have to work tomorrow.”

“You know what?” Brad said. “Fuck it. Fuck work. I need to get drunk.”

“Hey, I don’t have as many sick days as you do.”

“Come on Khal, take one for the team.”

He looked at Brad. The man’s eyes were starting to get that sloppy, happy glow.

“Sure.” he said. “The long weekend starts now I guess.”

“Atta boy!” Brad said. “Let’s get another jug.”

“Okay, we can just stare at that waitress until she comes by.”

“That’s an easy job.” Brad said as he leaned back.

“So you pretty much made your mind up then?” Khaled asked.

Brad nodded as he looked down at nothing in particular. “Pretty much.”

“When you gonna tell her?”

“I should do it A.S.A.M.F.P.” Brad said. A determined look had flashed over his face once more. “It’s not good to drag these things on and on.”

“Good idea. You know, Pam wasn’t really right for you anyway. She’s kind of… big.”

Brad chuckled. “Yeah, but it’s not gross… she looks good naked, she doesn’t have any rolls or shit like that. Her tits are pretty amazing, and I’ve kind of come to like her butt, it’s got a really nice shape to it. And she may have big hips and thighs, but it’s all firm and shaped really nice.”

Khaled waited for him to finish. “More cushion for the pushin’?” he asked slyly.

“Yeah…” Brad laughed. He subdued his voice a little and continued “she fucks like an animal though… I’ve never seen anything like it. We could be arguing over something, and ten minutes later we’re doing it… and I mean NASTY shit.”

“That’ll be hard to give up.” Khaled said as he pushed his plate away and took a swig of beer.

“Yeah, but it’s honestly her best feature. She’s terrible with the kids, she’s terrible with my friends, and she’s terrible at conversation. She’s pretty shallow.”

Khaled looked at his friend as he went silent for a while.

The trabzon escort barmaid came over then. “Can I get you guys anything?”

“Yeah, another pitcher of Grasshopper. And can you start a tab for us?”

“Sure!” the young lady said.

“Thank you.” Brad said. He watched her legs, her hips and her butt as she walked away.

“Dude, you’re staring.”

Brad laughed. “Yeah, I know. She’s pretty nice though.”

“You should strike up a little conversation with her.”

“I have to finish up with the black-haired one first…” he said, “not good to work on two projects at once you know. Besides, this one’s a little young. I’ve got those two kids to worry about.”

“You know, this reminds me when I broke up with Karimah. It seems like all she was good for was sex. And belly dancing.”

“For some women that’s a good thing.” Brad said, downing another mouthful of beer.

“Well, I’m like you… I want to be able to talk to someone without feeling like I have to dumb myself down. I still miss that sexy Arab figure of hers, but there was nothing upstairs.”

“I know what that’s like.”

“The weird thing is, she wasn’t dumb. She knew a lot… she could be very smart sometimes… I dunno. It’s weird, like she was from another planet or something.”

“Maybe she was from the same planet Pam’s from.” Brad chuckled.

“Planet of Complete Bimbos…” Khaled joked, “that would be a nice planet to visit, but I couldn’t live there.”

The barmaid came back around then. “Here you go guys!” she said cheerfully as she set the full frosty jug down on the table.

“Thanks.” Brad said.

“Thank you.” Khaled added.

“You’re welcome!” she said with a practiced smile as she picked up the empty plate. She turned around swiftly and returned to her post.

“She’s probably from that same planet.” Brad said quietly.

“Heh heh… I wouldn’t doubt it.” Khaled said as he poured himself a beer. “You know I think Karimah got picked up by the aliens again, because nobody’s seen her for a while.”

“Maybe.” Brad said as he poured the last of the old jug’s contents down his throat. “Visitors from that planet can’t stay long in our atmosphere.”

“Yeah… too much thinking going on for them here.”

Brad sat up and poured some more beer into his glass. “I tell you, I don’t think Pam’s gonna take it well when I tell her goodbye. I hope the aliens take her back to Bimbo Planet too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, so I’m immortal?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry how much?” Ethan asked.

“Seven thousand,” Izzy replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you enjoy that Ruby?” he asked.

“I did,” she grinned up at him.

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

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

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

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

“Control every demon,” Ethan repeated.

“But why?”

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

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

“So where do I find powerful demons?”

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

“Can you find them?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Where are we?” Ethan asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not a clue,” Ethan replied.

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

“So… Who is this then?” He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“WHAT? HOW!?” He growled.

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

“No… It can’t be…” Maldras muttered.

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

“Impossible,” Maldras spat.

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

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

“So he’s a demon of war?”

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

“What did you do?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Property?” Maldras asked confused.

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

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

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

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

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

“Want to try taking us?” Vex asked.

“What do I do?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nix needed more.

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

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

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

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

“And you always will be!”

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

Tania screamed.

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

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

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

“M-Mistress, it’s so much!”

“And you’re gonna take it all, pet!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it wouldn’t be much longer now!

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

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

They were connected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure of this?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh honey, there will be no doubt.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I guess I could stay tonight.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ok, what is your safe word?”

“Mary.”

“Mary it is.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spelling and vocabulary is British English.

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

———–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stay”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He gave a “hmmm” noise and walked on.

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

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

Now 30 was five.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then, unexpectedly, he came back to me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A ZenZes. An alien.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um…I don’t have regular lovers.”

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

My heart leapt at that news! Finally, freedom!

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

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

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

“How many crew are there on board?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Suck yozgat escort it.” The Captain instructed.

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

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

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

“Ten….Nine…”

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

“Seven….Six…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Obeying the captain, I walked to her wooden desk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just gave an ‘uh huh’.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I saw place names and looked to find mine; it was on the left front. On the right front where I expected to find Sissy’s was the coat of arms of the S’snoyme kingdom with the legend of ‘Giver of the Bride’. I was horrified. I grabbed the marker and rushed double time to the reception room.

I spotted Antic and rudely took his arm.

“This is an abomination!” I shouted, showing him the card.

He looked at me, alarmed at the looks my shout had attracted. “Calm yourself and explain the matter reasonably to me.”

“This arrangement that the S’snoyme’s ambassador is to give Sissy away. You would have the men who murdered her father represent him!” My voice though quieter still trembled from my anger.

“The palace was responsible for all the arrangements, in fact they organised the whole ceremony, using only the Daughters Bishop because we insisted.”

“Then this whole thing is a farce and I will have no further part in it,” I stated, somewhat calmer having found the real cause. The Prince’s hand was behind this. It was spite for being made to look opportunistic and foolish in dumping his bride, a bride who was heir to the goldmines of a kingdom, for only a pretty face and a small fortune. Antic looked frantic at my statement, “If it is only the ambassador that you object to then we will force a replacement. There is time yet.”

“Do it then. If it be done, it best be done quickly.”

“Who shall we replace him with?”

My old master came to mind. “Unwinkle will do. He has connection to the old king. He may represent him well.”

Antic disappeared into the crowd.

He came back with minutes to spare as people started entering the church.

“Tis done. Unwinkle will be walking the aisle with her, but there is a sting. The ambassador will be seated next to you. Please keep the peace with him and offer civility. He is but their representative and I’m told has sympathy for your position.”

For the sake of spoiling a day that I wanted Sissy to treasure the rest of her life, peace with the ambassador was a small price to pay. I readily agreed and found my place in the pews. Before too long the organist started ‘The Wedding March’ and I turned to see an angel in white lace, gliding slowly down the aisle, her head bobbing with her steps as if already agreeing to the vows.

Almost shuffling to keep step was a beaming Unwinkle. Dressed in his robes he looked stately personified, except perhaps for the comical gait.

As she passed me we looked full into each other’s face, there was the magic I most wanted. I puckered up my lips in a mock kiss. A smile widened her face, and she wrinkled her nose at me.

He lead her to the alter and the priest intoned, “Who claims this maid as a bride?”

I stood. “I do.”

“Come forth and pledge your troth.”

I stepped forward and stood beside her.

“Do you accept this man as your groom?”

“I do.”

“Then may the Daughter smile on your union and bring you happiness in your days. May you bear him strong sons and daughters and your hearth never go cold.”

We were married. The exchange was yet to happen but that was a formality. If the priest fell dead this moment it would be legal.

“You may exchange gifts.”

I handed her the ring. I had wanted to inscribe on it ‘May the ring wear thin but not the bond between us’ but today was the first I had handled it.

“Let this ring surround your finger as my love and protection surrounds you.”

She handed me the lighted two tone candle.

“May it bring fire to your hearth, warmth to your heart and light to the bedchamber, for the birthing of children. As the wax melts and mingles I would join my life to yours.”

The priest intoned, “Let the world witness the joining of the couple before us.” Then he made the sign of the five circles, the four inner and the great outer.

“I bid you all now assembled to go and celebrate this union.”

As the day lengthened so did the measure of my happiness. I took the hand of my bride and walked her out and into the reception. As we entered, a maid appeared and spoke, “Your highness, your clothes for the reception are upstairs; if you please would you follow me.”

We turned and I whispered in her ear, “Let me help you change.” She giggled and took my hand tighter in hers, the maid stopped and looked at me.

“Sir?”

I looked at her. “I will accompany my wife to change.” Some part of her was shocked with the breach of protocol, another recognised the romance. She turned and led us upstairs to a wide richly carpeted hallway. She stopped before the door and opened it.

We entered, the door closing softly behind us. From behind the near curtain Prince Hallit appeared. There was a certain shock on his face when it registered that I was standing at the door as well.

“YOU!” He exclaimed, his face going red. “Whenever I have a plan you are there to spoil it. Well this time I shall fix that, you ignorant little pipsqueak.”

He launched himself at us, pulling his ceremonial dagger with his left hand and a sword with his right.

I fethiye escort pushed Sissy aside, sending her sprawling to the floor, without taking my eyes from the charging prince. When he came near my magic lifted him to the ceiling. Would that I could humiliate him but that would only increase his animosity, and make a next attempt all the more deadly.

I lowered him gently till he was hovering but a foot from the floor, then removed his weapons, sending them clattering to the far end of the room. I looked into his terrified face.

“Mess with me or mine and I shall make you eat the deal, understand me.” The last words were said so softly and in such deadly earnest that his face went a shade whiter. I dropped him to the floor and he collapsed, sitting shaking.

“Get out!” I shouted at him, he scrabbled on all fours only rising to reach for the door handle.

I turned to Sissy who was still lying recumbent on the floor.

“My love are you alright?”

“You marry a man who offers you his protection and he does more damage to you than the assailant.”

“Bu bu bu….”

She burst out laughing.

“You should see the look on your face.”

I leapt at her, my frustration evaporating into laughter to join in hers. I swooped her up in my arms, kissing her as I spun her round.

She freed herself from my kiss. “Stop, you shall make us dizzy and we shall fall again.”

I stopped and looked her in the face. “How do you release yourself from the dress?”

She showed me the buttons hidden under her arms and down to her waist. I set about undoing them while at the same time being reminded of the maid that brought us here. What became of her? And how much of what happened inside did she witness. Was she in on the prince’s plot? How had I spoilt his previous plan?

I reached her waist and started up the other side as she pirouetted round to accommodate my hands. Laying a hand to my shoulder, she bent to loosen her shoes. I saw that they had heels that inflated her height a good two inches, I had not noticed.

As I undid the last button she shucked the straps from her shoulders and the dress dropped to the floor.

She had a thin underskirt from the waist, and a soft cotton bustier wrapped her breasts; the thin material showing her nipple plainly. Beneath the pleated slip she wore the garters and probably the stockings that I had tricked from the greedy haberdasher all that while ago. A pair of white panties offset the red blush of her thighs.

I reached around her back to loosen the bustier but she caught my arms and gently pushed me away.

“The doors not locked, wait until we are in our own bed then we’ll start with the whole night before us.” She pulled me forward and kissed me, then turned and sought her dress for the reception.

The reception was as if paused waiting for our appearance.

A passage way opened through the assembled throng and we walked onto the dance floor as the quartet struck a waltz. I have never had a lesson in my life, and merely held on to her, holding tight and doing a penginicus walk, as we rotated nearly on the spot.

After a moment the rest of the couples joined us and soon we were hidden in the midst of them.

“How soon can we get out of here?” I asked softly in her ear.

“Not for a long time yet, there is a formal sit down dinner to come.”

“Shall I make us invisible then and we sneak to some quiet corner.”

She laughed out loud, bringing a hesitation to the swirl around us, as eyes turned to look.

“You have some wicked ideas.”

I kissed her and we remained head to head through the next piece and into a third when I needed to toilet. Holding hands we walked from the dance floor.

Leaving her at the door I went to relieve myself. When I got back she was surrounded by beaus asking to dance with her. I smiled and told her to enjoy herself.

I walked the room with every man congratulating me and shaking my hand. With two or three touches the ring on my finger grew warm, and my greeter dropped my hand as if it had turned to shit at his touch. I wondered about the power I felt within the ring. Could it be used?

Somebody somewhere rang a gong, striking but a single blow that reverberated round all, and the crowd moved through into a third room. My arm was caught as we entered and a gentleman whispered to my ear.

“The prince sends his regrets.” He informed me. “He has taken to his bed. Something he ate disagreed with him. As he is indisposed he must withdraw his gift of his rooms tonight. He offers in its stead the summer house out on the west rim; a carriage has been arranged and awaits your pleasure on the quay.”

I entered the dining room. Here was set out an arrangement of tables such that there was one across the width of the room, with two rows looking as if bent to right angles, running down parallel to the wall. I walked to the centre of the top table where a large cake was positioned; a miniature couple holding hands placed on top. Those I would alanya escort pocket as a reminder of this day.

I was seated with Sissy to my left, the empty chair, three over, would be for Hallit.

The waiters and maids circulated, bringing dishes and wine to our elbows.

An hour saw the feast ended and everything cleared, excepting the wine. Antic, seated on Sissy’s left stood and tapped his glass. “Your highnesses, my lords, ladies and gentlemen, please charge your glasses and be upstanding, that we may toast the happy couple.”

She held me to my seat as I started to rise, and we stood once the toast was drunk. We held our glasses high, drank, and Sissy replied to the toast.

“Peoples of Yipell, we thank you for extending your hearts to us. In turn this city has captured our hearts with its generosity, as I return to my kingdom to restore peace and order to my own peoples I shall have in mind that it is fitting that such a beacon should serve as a light to guide my steps.”

There was applause and shouts of “The cake”. I took the figures from the top and placed them carefully in my pocket. Then together we cut the cake; there was another ripple of applause.

She whispered in my ear, “We may depart whenever you please. I am ready.”

People were returning to the second room and the dance floor, we followed the crowd. We continued on to the outer doors, then onto the pier, where the boatmen stopped lounging and handed us onto a boat. The sun was kissing the earth, giving a bright red display on the remaining clouds, which in turn was reflected in the ripples across the harbour.

The coach awaited us, and I insisted that we first collect the bottle of brandy that was still in the sweet box below my bed. As we pulled up outside Antics house I was surprised to see that he was in attendance, standing in front of his door after alighting from his own coach.

He must have left even before us to be here now; he waited puzzled to see us.

I explained the situation, both our call for the brandy, and our presence on the mainland.

He immediately invited us to spend our last night there, saying that he would have our travelling clothes and wedding dress picked up and delivered to us here in time for the coach.

As we entered he sent someone to retrieve the bottle while Sissy attended to her toilet. I walked with him to the lounge, telling him of the Princes attempted ambush of Sisoft. And also of my intense dislike of the prince. I kept my suspicions that the prince had a finger in the pie, and my determination to keep my eye on him, guarded.

No sooner than we entered and sat, still discussing the Princes actions, than the servant returned with the battered box that contained the precious cargo.

I took it from the box; it was just a plain glass bottle with a deep red fluid. It was in a way a symbol, surviving the chaos and destruction of our home, the journey here, now the last remnant of what was, was being used to consummate the new order.

It would serve us now as both a reminder of home and the start of the new road before us. As Sissy returned, glasses were produced and I solemnly poured the beverage into the glasses.

With glasses raised we toasted her father. “To those departed, remembered and given life in our thoughts. The last ever of you fathers vintage, drunk in memory of what was a way of life that will never be again.”

Antic took but the smallest sip before announcing that he was ready for his bed. He bid us use either bedroom and bade us goodnight, saying lastly that our transport would be waiting at the old palace from two hours after sun up.

We savoured the bottle that I had husbanded; sat together on the sofa, her with her back to my chest holding my arm around her waist.

We drank but two glasses apiece before resealing the bottle, saving the remainder for the birth of our first child.

I would have been content to sit as we were all night but, the marital bed was waiting, and we had waited long enough.

I gave her my letter before we climbed the stair, making her promise that it would be ten years before she opened it.

We were tipsy, happy drunk, she had the giggles. As we mounted the stair I felt the urge to toilet. Grasping her hand, I brought it to my lips.

Kissing it briefly I said, “My love I need to toilet.”

Releasing her hand I started taking the stair at a more hurried pace, she kept pace with me as we walked rapidly to her room. I walked straight to the toilet and loosened my buttons; her hand dipped in and seized my member, pulling it out.

She pointed it at the bowl, but had not slid the foreskin back. I laid my hand atop of hers gently easing the head of my penis out. I released the torrent and she giggled as she directed the stream around in the bowl. I could feel my bladder contract as she gleefully wetted every part. When it had dribbled its last I took her hand to the root and squeezing I pushed up and the last dribble splashed down.

She pulled my head manavgat escort to hers with her free hand, whispering to me, “Undress me”

She continued to hold my rapidly engorging penis as we walked to the bed, releasing it when I began to unbutton her. First was her waistcoat and blouse, followed by the voluminous skirt.

The bustier was next, freeing her breasts. Then, kneeling, her panties.

I peeled them slowly down to reveal the bush of her hair, then her blush red lips, and finally the wrinkly brown tips of the inner lips.

As I pulled the panties down to her ankles, she raised one leg shaking the panties off, the pinkness of her inner lips flashed before me. Then the other and another peek, the wrinkled bud opening like a pink butterfly emerging from its chrysalis.

The smell of her musky aroma intoxicated me; I began rubbing my hands up her stockings, beyond the tops and round to cup her ass cheeks. I kissed her navel, running my tongue around and inside.

Moving my hands to her hips I guided her backwards to the bed. As she lay back I took her knees over my shoulders. I grasped her hips again and eased her to the edge of the bed. Sliding my hands between her thighs I parted them wide and high. She held her legs there, looking down in puzzlement.

I dipped my finger in my mouth, and with her looking over her breasts at me I touched it to her clitoris, slowly making small circles then rubbing it across.

She looped her arms around her legs and pulled them flatter. My finger wandered lower, brushing over the protruding tips I felt the small movements of her body as I put my split fingers aside her labia, gently squashing them together, slowly moving them to the top, squeezing her inner lips as it ran through them.

Then I let them slide back down again. I let my fingers glide further, down into the crevice of her cheeks.

As my finger brushed her anal rosebud, sliding over the wrinkled button she sighed, pressing closer.

Instead of her vulva I directed my tongue there and gently circled it. I let the light hair slide across my tongue two or three times, as I circled it she shivered with delight. Then I ran my tongue between her legs and into her vagina.

I felt the wetness as I tasted her swollen lips, running it twice over the outer before letting it slip between the inner. I heard her moans as wiggling it, I pushed it in deeper, the taste was salty sweet.

I moved it up and touched the hood of her clitoris, swirling my tongue around it and moving my lips in to suck it gently. The moans were louder now and her hips bucked pushing my mouth hard against her.

Suddenly there was alarm downstairs, doors were banged and voices raised. I heard the word ‘FIRE’; I grabbed Sissy’s hand and clothed us in nightclothes as we rushed to the door and down the stair. I stopped one of the servants as she went to the front door.

“Where’s the fire” I asked.

She pointed out the door, Sissy and I stepped through and saw a house ablaze on the other side of the bay. Around us plainly seen in the light of the full moon, were the occupants of the other fine houses, similarly enthralled by the spectacle.

“What is it?” I asked of one of the servants.

“It is the prince’s summer house, the one on the west rim.”

The very one that had been offered for our use. If he sought to trap us then he had destroyed the house for naught; we were safe watching the blaze from afar.

I looked at Sissy.

“Do you think it an accident?”

She shook her head, “No, but we are safe here and tomorrow we will be away.”

She squeezed my hand. “Let us be back abed, we have our wedding night to enjoy.”

The very thought of her made my penis start to rise again and I turned, re-entering the house with her.

Holding hands we raced back up to the bedroom. Closing the door I let our clothes fade and held her at arm’s length, looking at her naked beauty.

My penis fully erect attracted her attention and she grasped it first with one hand then two, before crouching and kissing it.

I caught her arms and pulled her up, kissing her and sliding my tongue into her mouth where she playfully pushed at it with hers. Still kissing I lifted her and let my penis find its way between her legs; she clenched it hard as I moved us back to the bed. I held her firm as I let myself fall across the bed, rolling to my side.

She released my mouth and I could see the excitement in her eyes, the enjoyment in her face, when my hand found her breast; her nipple was hard under my palm.

My mouth sought her other breast and I teased the nipple with my teeth pulling it and then letting it slide through. I attacked the other nipple while I slipped my hand down to her navel, using my little finger to circle it and penetrate its depths.

Her breath was coming fast and shallow as she bit into my shoulder; I found her mouth with my right hand and ran my forefinger round her lips. She took it into her mouth and sucked and stroked it with her tongue. My left hand had reached the tangle of her bush and began teasing it, pushing the fingers in and stretching her curly mop of hair out slowly. I swapped nipples again and sucked as hard as I could, her hand pulling me tighter. I slowly pulled my finger from her mouth and circled her lips again as the finger of my other hand found her clitoris, and pressed it softly, making little circles.

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

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

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

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

“Stop being–“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As for his master… Yvain looked at Elly again.

“Spit it out,” she suddenly said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Selt just kept stuffing his face.

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

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

———-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait here,” Elly said.

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

Elly nodded before going into the building.

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

“Better safe than sorry,” Nelimir said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Elly exited the information center.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I help you?” Yvain asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“You should have just stayed hidden behind your walls.” The mercenary taunted, looming over the empress, her royal guard knelt defeated around her, swords to their throats. “Now the way I see it, there’s a small bounty for your death, but there is an even larger bounty to rape you.”

The Empress’ eyes widened, the rape threat made sense, as Empress Henrietta the Chaste, depriving her of her title would go a long way to destabilising her kingdom and picking off the scraps. The mercenary hungrily eyed up her body, picturing that iconic blonde coif unravelled and disheveled as the crown was tossed to one side in favour of a different treasure.

The mercenary gave some rudimentary hand movements to cast a binding spell, the first bit of paltry magic taught to bounty hunters starting out in the world, suddenly the Empress’ hands were pinned to the ground next to her head, her ankles now routed apart. The mercenary ran his sword down her riding clothes and pulled them from her body. He stood and stared at what was laying in front of him for some time, trying to comprehend the situation.

Once all her clothes were cut off, her body looked naked enough, but where her bikini area should have yielded to the most scandalous of body parts, there was instead what seemed to be blue fabric sewn into her skin. He tried to dig his sword under to get the fabric off, even stabbing into the fabric, drawing fluff instead of blood. The mercenary was desperate to rape the Empress, but without breasts to fondle, a pussy to penetrate or even an ass to violate he screamed in frustration.

“What the fuck is this?” The mercenary leader yelled.

“This…” calmly explained the Empress, “is a trap.” There were eight mercenaries holding blades to the royal guards around Empress Henrietta, in an instant the mercenary leader was without backup and the archers in the woods were making plans to retrieve the eight arrows they had had forever to line up for the perfect shot. In shock the lead mercenary’s hand had twitched, that split second was all the Empress required to sweep his leg, grab his sword and stand above him with the tip thrust against his neck with a practiced pressure just a bit less than what it would take to slit his throat.

“Now let’s have a frank conversation, you are to tell me who has a bounty on my chastity, and then I will let you leave to tell all your friends about how raping Empress Henrietta the Chaste is an impossible task.”

…

Yvette, the Royal Sorceress, stared at the tablecloth draped over a tailor’s dummy and fiddled with her ornate robes. If anything went wrong with her spell, the Empress would make her suffer like none could. The only female ruler of the five kingdoms didn’t get to where she was by being understanding, she got there by being a bloodthirsty warrior and utilising some guff about how being a virgin made her unable to lose in combat.

Which is what made it so strange when she suggested a new travelling defense based off a magical trick being used mainly by pimps throughout the land. Many peasant girls were becoming more and more conflicted about their futures, not wanting to give up their main trade but needing the money, pimps would hire mages to create portals on their breasts, vaginas, anuses and even their mouths. This would mean that real human sexual organs could be placed on dolls or dummies for customers to fuck, and the rest of the woman could continue about their day, distracted but productive.

Yvette slowly lifted the cover off the mannequin, and took a forbidden look at the Empress’ tits and pussy. Now anyone who tried to collect on the bounty would find mannequin fabric in place of what they desired, and the Empress’ chastity could be locked in a vault along with all her other treasured possessions. This was of course only an arrangement for travelling, when the empress arrived Yvette would take the crystal powering the enchantment and dispel it with a magical passcode. The passcode was usually a way for pimps to exploit the poor further, without it there was no way to drop the spell without having the original spellcaster to hand, so they could charge disobedient whores to purchase back their own body parts, but for the Empress it was an additional layer of security, dispelling would not be possible from anyone who captured her on her travels, her chastity was safe.

The royal fanfare approached the front gate of the castle and Yvette lowered the cloth back onto the mannequin to greet the Empress at the entrance to her chambers.

“Good evening your majesty, I hope your travels were pleasant?” Yvette greeted.

“The mannequin trick worked a treat, one mercenary actually managed to get my clothes off, but thanks to this beauty I was able to regain the upper hand.” The Empress boasted. “Now I have a nice list of minor royalties that my guards will be having some unpleasant words with.”

“Very good, your majesty, would you like me to dispel the enchantment?” Yvette karabük escort asked.

“Actually no” the Empress responded, “it feels a bit different fighting with the enchantment on, I was hoping to get some time tonight running through some combat training to get used to it. Come here in the morning and we’ll switch it off then.” The Empress ordered. Yvette bowed and left the chamber leaving the Empress alone, the moment the door closed behind Yvette, the Empress whisked the cloth off the mannequin to admire her disembodied sex.

The Empress may have built a reputation on her chastity, but she had desires just like any other woman, desires that had grown deep and deviant since she had seized the throne. Emasculated noble families crawled over one another for an explanation as to why their various son’s had fallen in battle to a woman and settled on an obscure passage in the works of the Grand Templars about chastity, a line Henrietta was fine with indulging if it made her position more secure but it put an end to any plans she had to be sexually serviced by a series of eager royal servants. So self-indulgence had become the main order of pleasure seeking and now, through this strategic move she had also acquired the ultimate tool of masturbation.

She gave her breast a squeeze and felt her own hand’s firmness, next she began to suck on her nipple, while her hands began to probe her pussy, opening up her sopping lips. She knelt in front of the mannequin and began to taste her own juices, her lebido running wild at the thought of being pleasured by someone else. The Empress went on to spend a night subjecting her disembodied body to every tweak, grope, spank, nibble and violation she had been gagging for after 6 years on the throne.

Once she collapsed on her bed, spent from her nights activities, she began to plot how she could fully utilise this magical breakthrough.

…

The next day the Empress called her one of her most trusted guards, a huge ogre by the name of Ganrick, to a private meeting. Ganrick had a reputation as a regular user of the brothels but had proven himself discrete and loyal on numerous occasions. Under the guise of conducting research into her chastity invulnerability, she asked him to procure one of the portal prostitute dolls, she was to be the most expensive his pimp had to offer but without a mouth. Ganrick was confused but knew better than to disobey his Empress, so had a doll secretly brought to her chambers that very night.

The Empress studied the doll, the body parts had been portalled onto a cheaper wooden mannequin, the breasts had been lightly made up and the pussy was clean shaven. The Empress spent an hour plotting what came next before returning the doll to Ganrick, imploring him that he could have his way with it now she was done.

Two nights later the Empress had gathered the supplies she needed to put her plan into action. Firstly she requested that Yvette put the portal spell on the night before her travels, to once again do combat training of course. Yvette was confused that she was asked to prepare the spell on a different mannequin to last time but did not question her Empress. Once the spell was set up Yvette was ushered out and the Empress met Ganrick at a different entrance to her chambers, the same doll from before clutched under his arm.

Once alone the Empress lay her doll next to the prostitute’s and began the process of making them look identical. First she shaved her pussy, a much easier task in its current state off her body. She then applied a light coating of makeup to her breasts and got to work mimicking the knocks and scratches on the mannequin using precise strikes of her sword.

After about an hour she looked at her creation and blushed with excitement. Her tits, pussy and ass were now on an identical set up to the prostitute’s, she had to quickly flick her own nipple to make sure she would be handing the right one back to Ganrick. Her trip was planned to be a two day getaway to her countryside retreat, no royal duties and isolation upon request. Henrietta blushed at the thought that for two days she could be raped at any time, the culprit unknown and miles away. The next time she addressed a crowd, she would know in the back of her mind there would be a good chance that some in that crowd had fucked Empress Henrietta the Chaste and they wouldn’t even know it.

She secreted the other doll under the bed, thinking about the prostitute she had inadvertently given a holiday, placed a big tome of the grand Templars in a spot that made it look like she had been studying it, and called for Ganrick to enter.

“Ganrick, I have completed my researches for now. I plan on reading a lot of the writings of Grand Templar Skylar while I am at my retreat so please have this poor lady’s doll purchased again for when I return.” The Empress ordered.

“Very well majesty, I will keep her at my house until osmaniye escort you get back.” Ganrick responded.

“Out of the question!” The Empress snapped before she realised what she was saying. Ganrick gave his Empress a confused look and she had to think of something fast. “Sorry, for obvious reasons my research into fortifying my combat prowess must remain totally secret, but suffice to say it is working with contrasts to my chastity, so the whore must be working while I am gone.”

“Begging your pardon for my tone Empress, but I could keep her busy for the whole weekend.” Ganrick stated, holding back his grin.

“A woman who has sex with one man is not a whore Ganrick.” The Empress began, realising what she would have to say to allay suspicion. “You may have your way with her once before returning her to the pimp.” It took every ounce of strength for Henrietta to maintain royal decorum, Ganrick had no idea he was about to take the Empress’ virginity. She took a deep breath and with quivering hands she handed Ganrick her sex doll, she watched until the last minute as the doors closed behind him and collapsed knowing she was no longer in control of her sex.

The Empress prepared for departure more rapidly than she had ever done before, hoping to be in the secluded chariot by the time Ganrick was able to get back to his quarters. As she handed her packed bags to her porters, she felt his coarse hands begin to caress her breasts. The shock of it was enough to make her stagger, but she quickly regained her composure. As she descended from the royal chambers towards her chariot, she felt his mouth surround her nipple, sucking hard before giving it a nibble that made her audibly shriek.

Next she felt her bottom receive an almighty swat, she practically leapt into the chariot as Ganrick let loose one spank after another, all the while running his fingers up and down the Empress’ slit. She closed the chariot door and the moment she was guaranteed privacy, ripped off her royal robes and began to run her hands up and down her body, shivering at the occasional feel of lacquered wood where her body should be. Although she was inexperienced at sex, she still had certain expectations for her first time, she thought that Ganrick would play with her some more, get some more foreplay going. She didn’t expect that as a whore she had no right to foreplay, it had been thirty seconds since Ganrick had begun his conquest of her body when she could feel his cock thrusting its way into her. The chariot bumped to life, moving down the cobblestone streets as the Empress writhed on the floor, her pussy being pounded relentlessly while Ganrick grabbed both of her breasts roughly for purchase, squeezing them so hard she could have sworn they were going to pop.

As quickly as it had started she felt her pussy fill with Ganrick’s seed, she tried to open her pussy to let it flow out but her hands ended up clawing at hard wood. For the remainder of the chariot ride she could do nothing but sit there and feel Ganrick’s sperm slowly drip out of her pussy.

The Empress arrived at her country retreat and immediately secluded herself in her room, with guards under strict instructions not to enter until dinner was prepared. She spent quite some time looking at her naked body in the mirror and mourned that she could not pleasure herself right there and then, every so often feeling fabric rolling over her absent breasts, suggesting her doll was being transported in a bag right now. All of a sudden she felt her pussy getting sprayed with warm water, hands roughly opened her pussy and rinsed out the worst of Gandrick’s juices, clearly her doll had just been returned to the pimp who was now washing it off in preparation for the next customer. At one point there was a gap in the cleaning process, where the Empress could clearly feel a stick tap against her pubis three times, she had no idea what this meant and it distracted her from thinking about how some pimp’s employee somewhere had no idea he was washing the Empress’ pussy right now.

There was a knock at the door and the Empress quickly threw on a robe and opened the door so she could collect her meal. The stick tapped against her pubis three times again, more forcefully this time. While the servants entered with a tray of food and a decanter of wine, the Empress tried to think why they would be tapping her like this. Clearly it was to signal something but what? Then suddenly she realised why they would need to signal her like this, she was their constant property, they would need to regiment her excretions to stop her peeing on a client, whoever was cleaning her was telling her to relieve herself right now.

The servants were setting up her meal, unaware their Empress had just been ordered to piss by an unseen individual. She began to blush a deep crimson as she strained against her embarrassment, holding back a squeal as she felt her bladder marmaris escort relax, somewhere a brothel employee was watching her pee. None of the servants setting up that night’s dinner were any the wiser that their Empress was pissing right in front of them. Once she had finished, she felt a cloth being rubbed against her pussy, wiping the filth off her like she was a baby.

She sat down for her meal, expecting at any moment for another client to purchase her vulnerable body, once dinner was finished she went for an evening ride through the countryside, wondering if she might be ravished while surrounded by her royal guards. Eventually her frustration boiled over and she went to bed, unable to sleep with anger.

“Why isn’t anyone paying to fuck me?” she whispered to herself.

…

The Empress returned to her castle after two days of solid frustration, outside of Gandrick’s violation, she was only fucked one other time, a tiny penis that barely lasted a couple of thrusts. She actually got the most enjoyment from the times of day when she felt that stick tap against her pubis, having to go through the humiliation of relieving herself on command, regardless of those present or the situation, presented its own thrill to her but it simply wasn’t enough.

When she arrived back at the castle it wasn’t long until Gandrick returned her body to her, she had a meeting with Yvette planned to remove the spell but couldn’t help but ask Gandrick for more details.

“Gandrick,” she pressed, “I wish to have a frank discussion with you about the arrangements these girls find themselves in, please do not stand on royal protocols that compel you abstain from factual language or uncouth information, I promise there will be no reprisals for what you share with me during the course of this conversation.”

“Ask away your majesty.”

“This lady, whose sexual parts I now find myself in possession of, where did you procure her?” She asked.

“By the docks, I knew they were a lawless place so upon your command I investigated them, one such purveyor, a man by the name of Yerod, is so successful, he displays his wares in the front window of the Broken Oar tavern, very easy to discover.” Ganrick responded, the queen gave him a look that tried to convey that they both knew he was already aware of the place and he didn’t need to bullshit in her presence.

“And how much do you know about her at the point of purchase?” she asked, Gandrick sighed as he thought about finding a way to explain things that wouldn’t make him look too lecherous.

“That’s actually a more complex question than you might think, your majesty. I have had many a drink in bars that serve those who run this sort of business and heard the effect that this spell has had on the industry. You see it’s about finding any justification to put the price up, with a full living responding working girl there are factors of beauty and personality. On the surface the marketing of sex dolls is pretty similar, there isn’t as much variation in quality of vaginas or anuses as you might think. The breasts can vary a lot but but only so much when you’re talking about raising prices, a bit more can be charged for girls who make their mouths available as well, but in general people don’t tend to need that when there are more appealing orifices available.” Gandrick was uncomfortable revealing, by proxy, this much about himself to the Empress, but as he looked into her eyes he saw genuine attention and appreciation, so he continued.

“Then one pimp hit upon an idea, what about station, tell a man he is fornicating with a peasant girl you won’t get much, tell him he is fornicating with a wealthy merchant’s wife or a member of high society and you can begin to charge bags of gold. Of course the more valuable the woman the more they can set the terms of sale, for example this lady is supposedly the sister of one of al Baron, secretly paying off a gambling debt. She could make more money by making her mouth available, or by revealing her identity in full, but the sister of nobility is enough to be charging hand over fist so she gets to do things her way.”

“How much did she cost?” the Empress asked.

“250 gold pieces,” Gandrick replied. “I was using the money you gave me and you did ask me to get the most expensive one.” Suddenly her lack of action made sense, no regular person could afford that amount for a single round of sex, at that price she was lucky to get another fuck at all.

“Indeed, comparatively how much do peasant girls go for?” she asked.

“Well pimps get a bit annoyed at peasant girls who request the doll treatment, most won’t even bother unless the girls agree to have their mouths available and their full identities on display, even then they’ll usually cost between 1 and 3 gold pieces depending on how good their body is.” The Empress’ mind began racing, at that price there was no doubt she would be in constant use, but she would have to give up use of her mouth.

“Couldn’t pimps just lie, take a peasant girl, put her in a doll and say she’s anyone. There could even be a pimp claiming to have myself as one of his dolls.” The Empress asked, suppressing a cheeky grin at the fantasy she knew she was putting into Gandrick’s mind without him realising he had already fulfilled it two days ago.

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******

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

******

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

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

He calmly whispered, “You need rest.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please!”

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

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

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

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

‘Denied!’ He thought to himself victoriously.

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

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

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

******

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

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

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

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

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

He wasn’t alone!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A sweet sounding voice reached his ears.

“Are you lost, little morsel?”

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

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

“You’re never alone, my sweet.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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