Alpha at Play

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Padded paws softly thudded rhythmically across a forest on the outskirts of Cirrane. Four footfalls, silence. Four footfalls, silence. The smell of damp earth and the sound of crispy leaves tingled the large beast’s senses.

She scanned the scenery through ice blue irises, seeing the world in varying shades of grey, illuminated by the luminescent glow of the full moon. The cold bite of the autumn air whipped against her dense, matted, black fur. It didn’t bother her in the slightest.

She was far too large for any normal wolf, as tall at the shoulder as a smaller human even while standing on all fours. Despite her massive size, she maneuvered gracefully through the dense underbrush at incredible speed. Tree trunks and bushes in grayish high definition flickered in and out of view as her vision combined with her incredibly honed sense of smell to dart through nature’s obstacle course effortlessly.

The hot, heavy breath escaping her predatory maw turned to steam in the chill night air. Her sharp fangs were prominently on display, pearly white and glistening in the moonlight. She was cloaked in a shroud of darkness by her midnight fur, traveling far too fast to be detected. The only chance an observer would catch sight of her would be by the glow of her eyes or the glint of her fangs.

She skidded to a stop and crouched her colossal frame to the forest floor, trying to pick up her prey’s scent. A few rapid intakes of breath and…

There it was, clear as day itself.

Breaking into another sprint, she reached the edge of the trees and the cabin where her target slept.

A warm, yellow glow peered out of the single window. She could smell the burning wick and the melting merter escort tallow of the candle. She prowled up to the wooden door, silently and stealthily.

Standing tall and proud, the massive wolf began to shudder violently as it grew even larger. Her forelegs and hindlegs squealed as they expanded to even greater lengths, covered in dense muscle. The digits of her enormous paws elongated and thinned.

Her imposing snout began to recede even as her entire body swelled with large, dense muscle. The beast’s maw shrank, sinking into her new, flatter face.

Then, with another violent, almost sickening shudder, the enormous wolf’s thick torso shed all of its black fur.

Her now bare skin was elegant, creamy, porcelain, and smooth. Still hunched over on all fours, her forelegs began to transform into human arms and hands. Her dirt flecked claws turned into long, razor sharp fingernails. The fur in her footpads disappeared as her paws smoothed and flattened, leaving only a particularly large feminine pair of hands.

Her hindlegs transformed in tandem much the same way, turning into smooth, hairless, large human feet, proportional to her massive size.

She grunted, the mid-transformation moan sounding raspy, threatening, and positively inhuman. Her biceps and triceps bulged with powerful, swelling muscle, thick as tree trunks. Her forearms were dense and solid, strong enough to ragdoll a human about if she wanted. Her skin was smooth as silk, but tough as steel.

The mystical werebeast’s bony hindlegs creaked as those bones grew even larger to support her massive frame and weight. Her angular joints straightened and lengthened, pushing her güngören escort paws/feet out along the forest floor, carving deep grooves into the soft earth as they expanded.

Those paws turned into large human feet with sharp nails, just like her hands. Her new, long straight legs bulked with dense bundles of striated muscle as well. Each brawny length of flesh carved out their own identity, cutting even deeper grooves along her body than the ones her hind legs were etching into the floor.

Each hamstring and quad flexed arrogantly, but the enormous balls of muscle on the back of her calves had as much right to be proud as well. She rose to stand like a biped, arms tensing, legs rippling as the painful, enjoyable transformation continued.

Her pale, porcelain face began to take human form finally. The only identifying trait between her wereform and her human form were her icy sapphire-blue eyes, still glinting in the darkness, as if giving off their own light. Well, that and her sharp, gleaming, pronounced canines. She smiled wickedly. She couldn’t wait to enter this cabin and assault the sleeping prey waiting inside for her. His scent drove her into a frenzy. She drooled as she traced her tongue languidly over her wicked incisors and blood red lips.

Rich, exuberant strands of midnight black hair grew from her scalp, replacing the thick coat of fur she was previously sporting. It flowed down past her shoulders, shining with a beautiful luster, but still speckled with leaves and sticks.

She flexed her powerfully muscled back, reaching behind her with her thick arms to brush the detritus out of her new mane. Her shoulders flexed and rippled bağcılar escort in tandem with the massive mountainous swells of her upper arms.

“Mmm,” she moaned, her voice more human than canine now. A pair of large, fleshy, perky breasts adorned her torso, impossibly belying her over-athletic, muscular form. Her pink nipples were ghostly pale, almost invisible without the right lighting.

Finally, a dense, pronounced eight pack sealed the deal, bordered by large swells of muscular obliques. Her hips and buttocks bulged and flexed with pure power as she experimentally contracted her core, feeling her power sharpen and her abdominals tighten even further.

With a sadistic smile, she opened the door to the unlocked cabin and ducked under the doorframe. Human buildings simply didn’t accommodate her eight foot stature.

There her prey lay, deep in slumber, completely unaware of what she was about to do to him.

Tiptoeing silently forward with extreme grace that belied her bulky form, she towered over his prone body. She got down to her knees, her tree trunk legs slipping along both of his sides, her enormous body absolutely dwarfing his… she licked her lips. He smelled so fresh, so ready, so delectable…

Finally, her sweet, chestnut scent hit her prey’s nostrils. He awoke with a start, starting into the most heartbreakingly beautiful face that he’d ever had the privilege to witness. Her immense stature was a stark contrast to his own, smaller-than-average frame, his soft muscles yielding to her chiseled physique. Her warmth enveloped his relatively frail body.

He thanked the gods every day for his luck.

“How was your run?” he asked.

“Mmm. Good. It’s nice to cut loose when the full moon is out.” She bared her fangs in demonstration and giggled.

“Sorry I fell asleep. I was pretty tired, and… MMF!”

The she-wolf plunged her tongue into his mouth as she mashed her lips to his, writhing in pleasure as they began to consummate their love.

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Aliens on Holiday Ch. 01

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Babes

Prologue

Streaks of light streams by, accompanied by the stillness of the big and empty void.

I can see Earth up ahead, the one says to the other.

Ever-changing colours of light showers past as they hurtle onwards towards the Milky Way Galaxy.

Yes. I can see it now. Was hidden behind the Andromeda Galaxy for a second. That reminds me, we still need to stop over there to see if they have progressed since our last visit.

Having seen Earth has me eager. Our friends in Andromeda can wait.

Silence. There is always a lot of silence between worlds. No sound to occupy oneself, not that this bothered either of them. It comforts them knowing they are travelling – exploring the universe.

Have you found your Keuse yet?

There is a deep, dark coldness surrounding them. Their only company is each other and their thoughts to one another.

Yes. I have just spotted her.

Andromeda looms to their right. Shining silent lights towards the corners of the universe, as if in rejoice.

You have chosen a female. That makes my choice easier.

A cold, uneventful moment passed as they leave Andromeda behind, its colour shifting more towards red.

I found my Keuse. He will definitely be fun.

‘Fun’, you say?

Yes.

The Milky Way, now a short distance away, glows faintly in anticipation – or so it seems to them.

Time to slow down. A brief pause. Then, just outside Earth’s solar system, Prepare the backup. I will contact Home.

It is done. Does this mean we will really give full access to them?

Unless you want to add any specific rules, then yes.

No. Other than the BasRu in place, I want to see what happens.

Then it is time.

The silence changed into noise as they enter Earth’s atmosphere, each going their own way.

Chapter 1 – Cabin and a Book

“Have you heard?”

A key creaks into an old lock, twists, then creaks back out. “About the storm? Yeah, I got a notification about it this morning.” Shuffling her shoulder, she adjusts the phone she has clamped there with her head while dragging her suitcase along.

“I just checked online for you, Annabelle, and it looks as if the storm passed over your little cabin. You might want to take a mop with you.”

“Damnit! With a şişli escort storm like that I will probably end up swimming my weekend away!” Annabelle chucks her suitcase into her car with frustration. “Anyway, it is time for me to disappear for a few days, Ben. Thanks for the checkup… uh huh, yeah… I will, thanks… bye.”

Annabelle always anticipated long car journeys with a sense of wonder and adventure. Although she has never been very from home, this three hour drive to a cozy cabin has always done wonders for her.

With music blasting through her little Fiat’s stock speakers and making good on time, Annabelle noticed the devastation the storm has left to the East. It is strange, she started thinking, how the grass looks burnt under the water that’s pooled up.

Two hours and thirty minutes has passed and the evidence of the storm is all but ignored. As always, the anticipation for a few hours drive isn’t the same when the lone CD in the car has played the same songs too many times.

Grateful that the cabin is only three hours away and not more, Annabelle steps out of her car with stiff legs, a hungry stomach, and a full bladder. Around her, as far as she could see from her vantage, there is no trace of the storm. Peeking through the tall pine trees are rays of silvery-golden sunlight. Surrounding the cabin are flowers upon flowers of brightly coloured varieties – each one radiating life where the sun touched them.

With a brightened mood, Annabelle gathers all her belongings from her car and struggles to the house, carrying everything she brought with. Gran would laugh at me right now, then, mimicking her high-pitched, ever-caring grandmother, she says, “A lazy person would kill herself carrying too much rather than have to walk twice!”

Wobbling up the steps leading to the front door, she suddenly understood her grandmother completely. With the bulk of her stuff on the floor by the door, she unlocks the oak door and enters for the first time this year.

Everything so far is just as she left it. The living room, which you find when entering the front door, was a good size and homely. A soft four seater couch with many pillows against the opposite wall, almost reflecting the three seater on the wall next to the front door. Between the lounge set mecidiyeköy escort is a big, white, and fluffy mat – a purchase specifically for this cabin, as everything is about escaping the ‘rough’ world outside. Roughly in the middle stands a dark oak coffee table in vivid contrast to the mat. Naturally, there is no TV in this cabin. No technology, in fact.

Her progress through the house reveals that nothing has been disturbed, except for a layer of dust that has settled. She has always marveled how her cabin is in better repair than her home.

Everything brought inside and packed away, Annabelle walks to the kitchen and prepares a quick lunch while singing, “…and no one dares, disturb the sounds – of silence!”

The rest of her afternoon was uneventful, consisting mostly of reading a new Sci-fi book on the big four seater.

In all her previous visits she has never been visited by someone at this cabin and, therefore, she early on made a rule to never wear more than a g-string and a bra. This weekend is no different. She has always found herself attractive, though the strict uniform policy at work has stopped any flaunting of assets in their tracts. Her lack of a social life also prevented her from showing off her perky C-cup breasts.

It started becoming difficult to read in the diminishing daylight and she remembers that she hasn’t brought in any firewood yet. So, while there is still some light, she gets up and places her book on the table. Out through the backdoor and to the one corner of the patio, she picks up a few firewood logs and goes back inside. She places the logs in the fireplace, just as her father taught her at a young age. Satisfied, she lights the firelighters and the flame roars up into the chimney.

As habit drives motive, Annabelle goes to the kitchen and, out of the oak cupboards, she gets a wine glass. All her stored ice will only allow today and tomorrow a cold drink, so she always started the first night.

She leaves the kitchen, which was adjacent to the living room and half separated by a wall, and via the hallway she goes to the bedroom to pick up a different book – one for the evenings beside an active fireplace. The book was on the dressing table with its provocative cover reflecting in the mirrors.

With nişantaşı escort a sip of wine and the erotic novel in hand, Annabelle goes back to the living room and falls onto the three seater couch, where the firelight is the brightest. Each visit she made sure to bring one erotic novel to read in the evenings, or while sunbathing at the lake closeby.

With a few adjustments Annabelle is comfortable on the couch with knees up, pressed together, and bent so that her feet are resting flat against the seat and her knees leaning against the backrest. Her head is propped against the armrest and the fire licked the air behind her head, flickering light illuminating the first pages of her book.

Before long, she had one leg hanging off the couch and her panties around an ankle. She has chosen to stay on genre and get a sci-fi erotic story for this weekend and, enjoying the idea of futuristic sex toys and alien beings with massive cocks, she reaches the verge of climax sooner than she would have liked. Fortunately for her inner-tease – unfortunately for her crave for an orgasm – the plot took on a more mundane and poorly executed background story of the villain.

“Peter woke up after what must have been a crazy night, followed by an even crazier dream. Last time he felt this way, he found footage of himself crapping in the toilet of a friend’s parents house with the door wide open, the mother of all stink running through the house and massacring each person’s nostrils – or so it seemed on the faces of everyone else in the footage. He swore he would never drink… much… again.”

Late into the evening, Annabelle finally reached her third orgasm with full force quivering and loud gasping shouts of pleasure. After some time of enjoying the afterglow of orgasm, still basking in the heat from the hot embers, she rolls over and falls on all fours on the fluffy mat. If only an alien with a huge dick was to jump out and slam into my pussy… mmm that book got me quite worked up. Deciding to call it a night and leave some built-up horniness for tomorrow evening, she does a few stretches – making sure to peek at her body during the sexy poses.

Finished, she gathers her underwear, the book, and the empty wine glass, and puts the glass in the kitchen sink and the other things in her bedroom. After a quick clean up of herself in the bathroom and she gets into bed naked.

Tomorrow, I think, I will finish that book by the lake. Maybe someone just happens to see me… and, with that fantasy in mind, Annabelle drifts off into a sleep so deep and so peaceful; to the likes she has never known.

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Alicia and the Chain Pt. 05

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Alicia tried to ignore the harsh knock on the door, but Charles could do no such thing – it was his shop, after all. He quickly pulled on his pants and went to answer the door, while Alicia, still naked, covered up in a semi-dark corner, hoping she would not be discovered.

The impatient customer was a lamia, and as she slithered in, Alicia realized she know her – it was Cecil, the snakewoman from her inn! Alicia hid behind one of the weapon racks, really hoping she would not be seen – Cecil was a tactless bitch, she would certainly start a nasty gossip or two if she notices her. Not that it was such a big deal to be seen naked nowadays, but still, Alicia would have preferred to remain decent.

Cecil was not bothered by nakedness, however – after saying a few words to Charles, she quickly sneaked her way to the fancy lamia armor Alicia has examined before, then started stripping. Apparently the armor was made for her – Alicia never realized that her big-mouthed college had anything to do with fighting.

With newfound interest, Alicia watched as the snakewoman finished stripping to her underwear. She never really paid any attention to Cecil’s physique, so it came as a surprise when she saw the toned abs and well defined muscles on her human part – she was not bluff, but toned, just like herself. Her lacy white bra barely hid her perky breasts (about a C cup, Alicia guessed), and her lower underwear (lamias wore a belt-like clothing instead of panties that matched their unique legless figure) was from the same material.

Alicia inched closer to listen what they were talking about.

“…do I really need to wear this armor just over my underwear?” she whined.

“I believe so. I have taken your exact measurements. Don’t worry, it is padded inside, it should be comfortable, if a bit heavy.” Alicia could not help but smile as she imagined a blushing Charles measuring Cecil’s every single bodypart. Her old friend never really gotten used to the lamias.

While it was originally not Alicia’s intent to peek, she really did not mind Cecil giving her an unintended show as the lamia started to put armor on herself. She required Charles’s help (who kept blushing) at a few sensitive parts, but after a reasonable time, she was fully adorned in armor.

Alicia could not help but be amazed. She never really wore heavy armor, finding them too heavy and constricting, but she had to admit that the lamia pulled it off quite nicely as she slithered around barely bothered by the weight. She looked amazing, most of her skin covered by the ornate metal armor while still retaining her shapely figure.

After Cecil was done with the test run, she paid a big sum of money to Charles, then left, still enamored with her new looks. She would turn quite a few heads on the street with her shiny metallic outfit, Alicia figured.

“What was this about?” she asked while dressing up. “I thought that Cecil chick was nothing but a barmaid. What gives?”

“Oh, you know nothing then,” answered Charles. “You should see her fight. She is ambidextrous, and usually wields two sabers. You don’t want to cross her way, especially in your condition.”

Alicia frowned. “Yeah, about my condition. I think we made it quite clear that this chain gives amazing sensations during sex, at least for me. You have to make do with the visuals,” she grinned.

“Oh, I’m not complaining. The more I see it, the sexier it gets.”

“Figures. However, I’m still not sure what moves am I still able to do, and what motions shall I avoid in the future. If you can spare beşiktaş escort like, half an hour of your time, we can have a practice match or two. I saw a couple of wooden swords here somewhere.”

Charles had no objections, so they skirmished for a while. It was clear that the chain was a serious handicap, but as time passed, Alicia gotten more and more used to it. It basically came down to avoiding turning her head or torso in a large degree, but her limbs suffered no limitations.

“Okay, I think we are done for now,” she gasped after managing to disarm Charles three times in a row. “I think I will be able to handle this.”

“Yes, I’m quite surprised actually,” answered Charles, still recovering on the ground. “Your moves looked quite… strange to be frank, totally relying on your legs even to look around. But somehow you managed. Be careful tough, I’m way past my prime.”

After saying goodbyes, Alicia headed home. She initially wanted to seek mercenary job opportunities, but she was way too exhausted to bother – she could just check the tavern Charles mentioned tomorrow.

She took a shower, dressed back up, then headed towards Sherry’s, her soon-to-be ex-employee’s bedroom. She was confident now that being a waitress, or even a dancer, was not for her, and she also knew she would be able to handle the hardships of fighting again if necessary. She heard Sherry’s cheerful voice inviting her inside.

When she entered, she was surprised to see Cecil in the room as well, still in her shining armor, currently being undressed by her lamia landlord.

Alicia took a deep breath, mentally preparing her speech to resign from her job, but Sherry, seeing her expression, just cut her off before she begun.

“If you came to resign, don’t worry about it, I already know. I already figured that your kind will be part-timers at best anyway, only needing peace when recovering. All I ask for is to jump in as a substitute sometimes when you are around. You can even keep your room.”

It did not even surprise Alicia that much that her landlord already knew. Apparently Charles had been blabbering, and Cecil is not one to turn down any gossip. Or Sherry just already knew everything.

“Umm… are we in the clear then? And I can even keep my room? It would be really good for me…”

“Well, I would not mind a small portion of your loot if you manage to catch something big, but yes, you can keep your room for free now. And I need a tiny bit of your help, right here and now.”

While talking, Sherry was busy removing pieces of armor from her lamia friend, but had a hard time taking off the shoulder pads. Alicia jumped in to help, and with her significantly stronger hands, it caused her no trouble to remove the problematic piece of metal.

“Wow, you have powerful hands, you are much better at this than me. Can you finish undressing Cecil? I have a… different task in mind for myself.”

Alicia had no problem with it, and apparently her bitchy college did not mind either. Maybe this will bring us closer together, Alicia thought as she removed more metal from the lamia’s body, exposing more and more skin to the air. The tight, fit body was a sight for her sore eyes as more and more of it became uncovered.

She was almost done undressing the snakewoman, letting Cecil savor the feeling of newfound freedom, while she herself enjoyed the sight and the occasional touch of the exotic creature. She was about to remove the last, belt-like part from the waist when she felt her own, scarf-like taksim escort top became undone.

“I told you that this top looks good on you, didn’t I? Well, I forgot to mention that you look even better without it, completely topless,” Sherry murmured into her ears. “Those prominent breasts of yours are needed to be seen more, especially with their new adornments. I was so busy in the last few days that I did not have any time to examine you more thoroughly. I hope you don’t mind.”

Alicia did not mind at all. She felt indebted to Sherry right now anyway, and even though she participated in multiple exhausting tasks today (including sex), she felt energized and… Horny. These lamias were one sexy bunch.

She felt Sherry’s hands cupping her large, yet still perky breasts, measuring their weight and firmness, while pulling her sensitive nipples up and down along her chain. Sherry’s motions were careful yet determined, she knew exactly what she was doing. While fondling Alicia’s breasts, she pressed her own, even bigger ones against her partner’s back, her huge nipple rings imprinting their shape into the soft skin.

Cecil, who felt neglected, looked behind her back. She had no love for Alicia in the past, but even if she did not say out loudly, the whole chaining part certainly made her more curious, and besides, she did not need to exactly love someone to have sex with her, right? Good looks and mutual agreement was more than enough for that.

Alicia found her chest even more crowded than before when Cecil’s hands joined in, molding and shaping every inch of her heavy mammaries. Cecil also kissed her lightly on the cheek.

“Let’s settle aside our differences for a bit, shall we? There is kinky stuff to do. And I’m also interested in your… unique anatomy.” She kissed Alicia on the mouth before she could answer.

When Alicia was finally out of the greedy, touchy hands of the lamias, her pussy juices already coated her chain from vagina to anus. Having a moment to breath, she compared her two snakewomen partners. Sherry had a matronly, motherly figure, with huge and heavy breasts – she was just soft all around. Cecil was much slimmer and thinner, including the boobs department, but she compensated well by being fit and perky. She also lacked any kind of visible piercings.

Giving a breather to Alicia, the lamias quickly found each other and started making out while removing each other’s lingerie. It was a sight to see as Sherry’s humongous boobs falling out of her tight bra, visibly jiggling before stopping their motion. Their pantie-belts came off next, sliding down their reptile-parts, revealing their already wet pussies – they were like “standard” vaginas, just angled differently because of the lack of legs, vertically positioned when looking from the side. Right under them started their snake-parts: Sherry had a black, Cecil a green scaled tail.

Alicia waited until they were done removing each other’s underwear, then jumped on them, pulling them down with herself to the queen sized bed. She intended to grope both of them at the same time, but they had other ideas, and quickly ganged up on her. Alicia found herself gently pushed on her back, with Sherry at her head and Cecil at her legs.

“You will be our exotic pet for tonight, Alicia. You have legs, and you have this chain going all the way through, so we will just explore your more interesting parts. I hope you have no complains.” Sherry silenced her before she could reply by pushing her cunt right in her face. etiler escort It was more difficult because of the lack of legs, but she still managed it without a problem.

Alicia, like a good pet, started licking the sex-organ right in front of her, realizing her mistress has gotten her clit pierced with a tiny ring to compliment her other body jewelry. The pussy worked exactly like a human one, getting wetter and wetter as Alicia went deeper and deeper with her tongue.

Meanwhile, Cecil was busy examining Alicia’s crotch. Someone having legs was already interesting for her, but this chain-business that came out of the anus (something that Cecil lacked – lamias had a different digestive system) was something entirely different. She tugged on it carefully, observing the human girl’s reactions, and since they were positive, she went ham. She started pulling more and more links out with one motion, let the tension pull them back in, then pushed a few links inside, penetrating with two fingers, observing the metal as it pulled itself out again.

It was already hard for Alicia to focus on the pussy right in front of her, and when Cecil started to go faster and faster, it became impossible. Sherry did not seem to mind it that much, she slithered away slightly so she just lay on her stomach right above Alicia’s head, then started to push and pull on the chain the same way Cecil did, except at her mouth.

“Woah, girl, you have literally no gag reflex left, but I guess that makes sense, given your predicament. We should use that to our advantage, right, Cecil?”

Alicia had a hard time figuring out what they were talking about, but it became clear when she felt her mouth forced open even more, gently but firmly, and felt scales on her tongue. “Does she want me to deepthroat her tail? And how deep will she go?” Alicia wondered, but she had no time to ponder – she felt her ass being penetrated in a similar fashion, most likely by Cecil.

The feelings were familiar for Alicia as more and more tail disappeared inside her body, using her chain as a guide to her insides. They obviously could not go all the way through, it would be dangerous for all three of them, but they were certainly going deep into her now. On top of that, since they only used their tails to penetrate her, they were free to use anything else as they pleased. The results were starting to overwhelm Alicia – phallic snake-appendages penetrated her mouth and ass, a pair of hands relentlessly kneaded her boobs and pinched her sensitive nipples, while her pussy was thoroughly eaten out, Cecil using her forked tongue to the fullest. It did not take long until she had an earthshattering orgasm, every orifice of hers contracting and loosening in a rapid fashion.

When she came to, the first thing she realized was that she was not filled anymore; the second thing was that she could not move.

“Awake now, sleepyhead?” Sherry whispered in her ear from just behind her. “I guess we overdid it a little, you came so hard that you passed out right after for an hour. Your throat tightened so hard around my poor tail that it still throbs a little.”

Alicia slowly measured her surroundings, realizing that what she thought was a warm, tight blanket was instead Sherry’s tail curled around inside her. She also hugged her with her human part, her soft body like a warm pillow behind Alicia, the only thing that broke the immersion slightly was the two slightly colder nipple rings. Lamias are better at spooning than anyone, Alicia realized.

“Let’s just relax now. Cecil already left, it is getting late. You should sleep here with me.”

Alicia had no complains about the proposition, and even if she had, she could not move anyway. Things were turning out better than she hoped, she thought happily, letting herself fall asleep in the comforting squeeze of Sherry.

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Akiha and the Tentacle Monster

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“Stop it you naughty thing or I won’t come to see you anymore,” Akiha giggled.

She dodged away from the creature – she still didn’t know what it was – as it tried to slip another limber, glistening tentacle beneath her short blue skirt.

“Don’t be so rude,” she reproached it. “Is that all you ever think about?”

Laughing, she slipped away from the creature through the bars of sunlight that lit the floor of the abandoned boathouse.

Behind her the creature made a sound, a plaintive mewling kind of noise. Then it paused, watching her, its numerous tentacles writhing slowly in the air.

Akiha was an orphan. She was eighteen years old. She lived with her foster parents beside a wide lake. Her foster father was a fisherman.

Akiha’s tight, white blouse clung to her large, firm breasts as she panted and smiled and peered back through the shadows to look at the creature.

It was so ugly she couldn’t help feeling sorry for it. It was all alone in the world the same as she was.

It was two weeks since she had first seen the creature. One day after school she had observed it from a distance as it dragged itself laboriously from the lake. She’d watched it take refuge in the old boathouse. She’d never seen anything like it. It reminded her of an octopus but she knew there were none in the lake. Besides, it had too many tentacles.

Her first impulse had been to run home to the mean little house where she lived and tell her foster parents what she’d found. But then she’d had second thoughts. Her foster father killed everything he caught in the lake. The creature had looked so helpless then, two weeks ago. So pitiful and lonely that she couldn’t bear the thought of being the cause of its death. In the two weeks that had passed the creature had grown considerably. Now it was almost as tall as her foster father, but Akiha still couldn’t bring herself to tell anyone about it. It was her secret. And besides, the creature wouldn’t hurt her. It was her friend.

Now she stood in the abandoned boathouse and they looked at each other. Dust motes drifted slowly through the sunshine that slanted here and there through the gaps in the warped and twisted roof. The floor of the boathouse was littered with old fishing gear and nets and dirty, wrinkled tarpaulins. The air smelled dry and dusty and faintly of old sawdust.

“I can’t stay very long today,” Akiha told the creature. Her foster mother’s name was Hamako. She and Akiha didn’t get along. If she was late home Akiha would be in trouble.

She smiled fondly at the creature, sometimes she had the feeling it understood everything she said. It was looking at her now. It’s eyes were huge and expressive, the shape and colour of the full moon. Its mouth was a wrinkled slit. Now, again, it made the only sound she’d ever heard it produce; a soft, watery, mewling sound.

The creature had fourteen tentacles, they weren’t all the same, and some were longer and thicker than others. Its skin was thick and rubbery looking. A deep emerald green. It glistened wetly. It squatted heavily on some of its tentacles while half a dozen others waved slowly in the warm, still air. The underside of its tentacles were a slightly paler green and were covered by rows of numerous pale pink disc-like suckers that sometimes puckered and dilated as its tentacles rose in the air.

“I know what it’s like to be lonely,” Akiha told it. Her smile faded and her attractive face fell as she thought about her situation. Sometimes she was so unhappy that all she wanted to do was cry.

She stood for a moment with her unhappy face lit by a bar of golden sunlight. Her glossy, shoulder length black hair was worn in a neat pony tail. Her taut, well-filled white blouse seemed to glow in the shadows. Her short blue skirt flared about her long and shapely legs as she took several steps towards a single dusty, cobwebbed window.

The view from the window was of the lake. Today the water was blue and sunlight sparkled on the small waves. Far out on the lake she saw a single, faded red sail. Beyond the lake rose wooded hillsides and beyond the hillsides reared snow capped mountains.

“Sometimes I think about running away,” she whispered dreamily.

Sighing, she drew a deep, unhappy breath.

“But where could I go? I don’t know anyone…”

She stared at the distant mountains, lost in thought, dreaming of a new life for herself far away from her foster parents. Perhaps one day she would find a young man who would fall in love with her.

“He doesn’t have to be rich,” she whispered.

A small, sad smile touched her lips and a far away look appeared in her dark, almond shaped eyes.

Akiha had never had a boyfriend, her foster parent’s house was in a remote valley miles from anywhere interesting. She thought the boys her age at the small village school were childish and immature. She’d never been kissed. Only once had she ever been touched by a boy. He’d surprised her one day by sneaking up behind her and reaching around to crudely çapa escort grope her breasts. At the time she’d been angry and embarrassed. His friends had been watching and they’d all laughed. But later, alone in her bed, she’d remembered the brief touch of his hands, the way he’d spread his fingers and cupped and squeezed her breasts. The memory had made her face burn with shame all over again, but it had also excited her and made her heart beat faster in a way she didn’t really understand.

Now, with another sigh, Akiha turned from the window.

“Hamako says I daydream too much,” she told the creature. Her expression brightened as she saw that it had moved closer while she’d been gazing out of the window. Two of its tentacles were almost within reach of her and Akiha giggled happily as she skipped out of range.

“You are a boy creature, I think,” she said. “Just like boys you have only one thing on your mind.”

Smiling, she retreated towards the shadow draped wall at the back of the boathouse. Her short skirt flapped about her legs and her pony tail bounced. Her large breasts trembled and heaved inside the taut white confines of her blouse as the creature followed her with slow and ponderous determination. For the first time she saw its thick, flexible tongue protruding wetly from its lipless mouth.

Akiha laughed and for a joke she leaned towards the creature and put her hands on her hips and put out her own tongue.

“You see? You put out your tongue at me, I can do the same.”

When the creature stretched a tentacle towards her Akiha playfully pushed it away.

“No, I don’t have anything for you. What you need is a girl creature, not a real girl.”

The worn floorboards beneath them creaked as Akiha outmanoeuvred the creature each time it came within reach. She darted from one band of shadows to the next while the creature continued to worm its way towards her propelling itself along with its writhing, coiling tentacles. The thick snake-like tentacles shone dully where the sunlight touched them. Its mouth quivered and its thick green tongue lolled, dripping a thin clear liquid that fell in spots on the dry and dusty floor. The creature’s eyes followed her wherever she moved. It watched her with a concentrated intensity that amused her.

She paused, panting, her breasts rising and falling, and she smiled as she wondered why the creature seemed so attracted to her.

“What is it, I wonder?” she asked it. “My clothes? Do you like the colours?”

Her blouse was startlingly white in the drab and dusty shade of the old boathouse. Her skirt, a deep, rich blue. She looked down at herself and as she did so the creature mewled and the dark green tip of a tentacle came within inches of her bare legs. For the first time Akiha found herself wondering how it would feel if the tentacle touched her bare skin.

The tips of its tentacles were not all the same. Some reminded her of the sensitive fleshy tip of an elephant’s trunk. Others ended in a smoothly pointed tip that changed colour from emerald green to glossy black at the end. The disc-like suckers on the underside of the tentacles looked like dozens of tiny, puckering lips. Its skin flexed smoothly like soft leather or rubber. The tentacles writhed slowly all at once in different directions, flexing and curling and weaving constantly in a sinuous and almost hypnotic display of movement. It was difficult to follow the movements of one before she became distracted by another.

Akiha’s smile faded as she contemplated the creature before her. Raised up it was taller now than she was but she wasn’t afraid. She saw herself reflected in its large, pale eyes. It was a poor, dumb creature, lonely, like herself. Its eyes were set low on its long, narrow skull. She felt a tender, amused compassion for it as its thick tongue hung dripping almost to the floor. For a moment she sensed its utter loneliness. The calm intensity of its unblinking gaze moved her towards tenderness and curiosity. Up close it smelled faintly of the outdoors, of the deep lake, of the forests, of damp and secret places.

“I know you won’t hurt me,” Akiha whispered as its nearest tentacle reached ever closer.

She stood still and watched it and as she did so she felt the first stirrings of excitement in the pit of her stomach. The tip of the tentacle was black and shone dully like dry rubber. It curled and flexed, no thicker than a finger tip. The sun through the window cast its advancing shadow on the dusty floorboards.

Akiha swallowed. She began to tremble. She stood with her feet neatly together and smoothed her short skirt and held it against her legs. The tentacle curled around her left leg and brushed her calf and Akiha shuddered. It felt like a caress. She was reminded of the way she’d felt after the boy had touched her breasts. Her heart began to beat faster as the tentacle rose about her leg. She felt the soft, warm touch of its disc-like suckers and a ragged breath escaped her. It felt topkapı escort like kisses on her bare skin, a dozen gentle kisses.

Her lips parted and she began to pant. Her breasts rose and fell. She watched the tentacle and felt its upward progress as it explored her thighs. The creature shifted heavily, moving still closer, and now more tentacles rose, wavering about her. She watched them with a nervous, uncertain smile on her lips, becoming anxious for the first time about the creature’s intentions. She giggled uneasily as numerous tentacles reached towards her. She could still see her reflection in the creature’s eyes, the white of her blouse, her blue skirt, the flesh tones of her bare legs.

The tip of the tentacle that had been caressing her thigh, covering her thigh with a hundred teasing kisses, curled beneath the hem of her short skirt and Akiha gasped.

“No! Not there!” she reproached it, shocked. She grasped the hem of her skirt and twisted her hips away from the intrusive tentacle. She laughed but she was suddenly uneasy. More tentacles were reaching for her. She jerked as she felt them brush her arms. She raised a foot as a tentacle coiled about her ankle. She felt her skirt being lifted from behind. Suddenly she could feel the probing tentacles all around her, nudging her, touching, teasing.

“Stop it! That isn’t nice,” she said, and now there was an edge of panic in her voice.

She freed her leg and stepped away from the creature. No sooner had she moved to avoid one tentacle than another one touched her elsewhere.

Fighting to control her sudden doubts Akiha backed nervously away from the creature.

“I have to go,” she said. “Don’t. No! You mustn’t…”

As she turned away to escape the creature’s advances she stumbled and fell. She suddenly found herself on all fours with her back to the creature.

The fall had flipped up her skirt to expose her white panties. Akiha threw a frightened glance over her shoulder as she felt a tentacle slip smoothly between her parted thighs, snugly insinuating itself between her legs. She squealed and squirmed to try to escape its invasive caress as the tentacle curled tightly about her left thigh. She tried to stand but she couldn’t. Other tentacles were reaching for her. She tried to scamper away on her hands and knees. Her blouse pulled loose from her skirt as the creature tightened its grip and drew her back.

Akiha tried to hold on to the uneven floorboards beneath her but she found herself fast becoming caught up in the creature’s tentacles. Her arms were seized. She was lifted, struggling, from the floor. She found herself raised bodily above the sunwashed floor of the boathouse.

“Please! Let me down! Let me go! What are you doing?”

As she continued to struggle she found herself turned slowly towards the creature, suspended feet above the floor, her arms and legs firmly held aside by tentacles.

Akiha tried to kick her legs free. She heaved her body from side to side. She strained to free her arms but she was helpless to escape. She found herself gazing down into the creature’s fathomless eyes. Her arms were held out to her sides. Her legs held open. Her skirt had risen about her waist to expose her white panties. Her blouse was dusty from the floor and hung dishevelled outside her skirt. Her large breasts heaved as she struggled weakly but the creature’s grip was secure. She was vulnerable and helpless to defend herself.

“But I’m your friend,” she gasped. “What are you going to do to me?”

For a moment the creature merely seemed to study her as Akiha hung helpless in its grasp. The sunlight through the dusty window cast her shadow on the far wall, a perfect silhouette of her youthful, feminine figure suspended before the squatting motionless creature. Bars of sunlight falling through the roof lit Akiha’s perspiring, attractive, troubled face. She felt the sun warm across her bare thighs. She breathed heavily, struggling to catch her breath. Dust drifted silently in the air.

“Please,” Akiha pleaded breathlessly. “I don’t know what you want.”

Some hair had pulled loose from her pony tail and it lay across her cheek. She tossed her head to throw it aside. Suddenly it seemed as if the boathouse was moving. The wooden joists of the ceiling appeared to rise away from her. She looked up in surprise, startled, until she realised that she was moving. The creature was lowering her, bringing her closer to its other tentacles. Akiha screamed. She renewed her struggles but she couldn’t free herself. Again, she hung suspended, but this time only inches from the floor.

“I don’t know what you want from me,” she repeated, still struggling weakly, and gasping for breath.

As she spoke the fleshy tip of a tentacle rose ominously into her vision. Its blunt tip curled and arched backwards like a snake preparing to strike. It rose sinuously between her outstretched legs only inches from her pussy. Akiha watched, frozen in horrified anticipation, fındıkzade escort as it slowly moved closer. She began to shake her head slowly from side to side. She tried to move her hips but there was nothing she could do to avoid the tentacle as it drew ever closer.

“No, oh no, please, not that, not there.” Her words were little more than a breathless whisper. Her eyes opened wide in shocked disbelief.

She panted rapidly as she looked down the suspended length of her helpless body. Her thighs were spread wide, held fast by the creature’s tentacles. She could see her white panties, the thin cotton stretched taut over the prominent bulge of her mound. The fleshy tip of the tentacle flexed with the workings of lithe muscles under the skin. There was a dark hole at its centre that opened and closed and seemed to lubricate itself by slowly exuding a thin trickle of glistening oil.

Akiha moaned with apprehension. She struggled but she was held fast. She was unable to look away but watched with wide, staring eyes as the soft, blunt tip of the tentacle nuzzled deliberately and with shocking intimacy between her wide stretched legs.

“Noooooo!” she moaned. She tried to writhe her hips away but the tentacle moved with her. She saw the fleshy end contract and felt it softly and inquisitively probing her pussy through her panties. Her hips jerked involuntarily at the intimacy of its touch. There was nothing she could do to evade the gently exploring tentacle. She felt it flex tentatively against her pussy, softly clutching her most intimate private place. At the same time she became aware that the oil the tentacle exuded was quickly soaking through her panties, making them see-through, turning her soft, inner thighs slick with a thick and fragrant liquid.

Akiha moaned breathlessly. She writhed and squirmed against the probing tentacle between her legs. She was helpless to evade it. She could feel the muscles inside the flexible, fleshy tube squeezing and caressing her pussy. Suddenly her hips began to thrust uncontrollably. She didn’t know what was happening or what it meant. Her stomach muscles tightened. Her body felt out of control. Her breath came in short, agonised gasps, faster and faster until her entire body abruptly stiffened and a ragged, tortured groan was forced from her lips.

Akiha shuddered and convulsed in the creature’s unrelenting grasp. Her head lolled. Her legs were suddenly trembling. She was bathed in perspiration. Dazedly, she raised her head.

Looking up she felt as if she were drowning in a sea of waving tentacles. They rose sinuously all around her. There was a faint, elusive musky smell in the air that seemed to be the fragrance of the oil exuded by some of the tentacles. Although she still hung suspended she felt as though she was lying on a bed of slowly writhing tentacles. The creature’s eyes appeared shining with a lustrous animal intelligence. It mewled continuously, its distended tongue dripping copious amounts of clear saliva. Akiha was surrounded on all sides by its waving, sleek and shining green tentacles. She could only watch in a shocked daze as they reached for her.

Half a dozen tentacles swayed then curled over her and began to caress and explore her helpless body. Akiha moaned feebly as she felt them slither over her breasts. She seemed to feel them everywhere at once, caressing her thighs, probing her pussy, pulling inquisitively at her clothes. Her body jerked and spasmed weakly as she was subjected to the creature’s intimate, unhurried examination of her defenceless body. Her flesh soon became coated with the oil it exuded and the rubbery, exploring tentacles moved slickly and smoothly over her skin.

Her clothes were soon saturated. Her blouse clung wet and heavy to her heaving breasts. The soft, probing tip of a tentacle explored her face. She felt another tugging at her panties. Her blouse was pulled open with a wet ripping noise.

“No, please, no more,” Akiha whispered, but she was helpless to resist as her panties were torn away.

She watched with horrified fascination as the tip of a tentacle slipped beneath her bra. The tentacle flexed and the bra stretched and suddenly the fastenings gave and her bra was gone, her large naked breasts exposed.

Akiha hung suspended, slumped and vulnerable, her glistening body open to the intrusive probing caresses of the creature’s numerous tentacles. She moaned and turned her head aside as the tip of a tentacle tried to slip between her lips. She could feel her oil-slick body caressed and explored in a dozen places at once. The disc-like suckers beneath the tentacles kissed her heated skin. She felt them attach then pull at her distended nipples. Several tentacles writhed against each other as they competed to explore between her legs and between the cheeks of her ass. Akiha felt a tentacle coil loosely around her neck. She was powerless to turn her head aside as the tip moved lightly over her lips.

She struggled weakly, her naked oil-drenched body glistening wetly in the shafts of sunlight that fell at angles through the roof. At times her body was almost entirely hidden by the coils of curling, writhing tentacles that slipped and slithered over her. Soft, pensive moans escaped her lips. She was helpless in the creature’s sinuous coils.

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King Arthur and the Holy Grail inhabit one of the most potent of mythical Realms, a Realm that serves as a backdrop for dreams; dreams that are dusted off from time to time. Close your eyes and breathe in the essence of age old battles and epic romance, where Knights fight for honor and maidens anxiously await their return. Step into a world where passions flow as free as the ale and seat yourself in the comforts of this story and journey back to Camelot. These are the days of old where the Knights fight in chivalrous battles, defending the honor of home and family. You will be taken back to that time of blood-stained swords and epic battles. Close your eyes for a moment … return to that place and come with me to Camelot …

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In these days Lord Arthur was just a mere young lad still questing through the land before the time of Excalibur. His journeys were many but not known at that as he had not made his mark in this unexplored territory. Born in Tintagel, a division of Cornwall, son himself of King Uther Pendragon, his own birth a story in itself as his father took to his bed the Duke of Tintagel’s own wife, Igraine. But that is another story in itself …

Upon this particular day, the young Lord Arthur found along aksaray escort the path a stature of the most magnificent creature he had even beheld within the whole of the land … that of a wench carved in the nude and she was splendid. He marveled at the reality, the beauty of this creature encased in stone; the smooth perfection of the marble, her limbs and body thrilling to behold, the exquisite features chiseled with loving care until the girl seemed to beg with her stance, the look on her face, to be freed of the stone.

Arthur could not tear his gaze from hers as he slowly dismounted his steed, tethering it to the nearest branch. Stone arms reached as if piteously out for him, eyes beckoning him closer, her hair trapped in a flowing motion over her bared shoulders and he could feel his lust rise within as he stepped closer, unable to resist the urge to slide his hands over the smooth marble that encased her exquisite beauty. He could not believe the reality of her curves, the position of her body. His eyes widened in wonder as his strong hand slid down supple curves and between the girl’s open thighs, a soft groan erupted as heated flesh instead of cold stone met his roaming fingers and of their own accord, brushed fatih escort the tantalizing nether lips of the stone girl. He could feel beads of sweat begin to line his upper lip in utter fascination as one of his probing fingers slid in her moist open heat.

Watching the statue, brows furrowing as he thought he saw her facial features soften, he found himself leaning closer until his own lips covered hers. At the touch of both his lips and probing fingers, the statue seemed to come to life beneath him. He could feel the heat of her body, burning hotter than any wench he had held in his arms until this time and unbelievingly, he felt the girl’s breath wash against his lips. Arthur could not help but groan as her breasts became warm beneath his hand, stone nipples turning to vital buds of fire, a soft moan released from stone lips that melted beneath his to moist sweetness that yielded beneath his devouring kiss.

As the two sank down into the wet grass, Arthur’s mind reeled, not truly believing but his body was long lost in the heat of his passions. Strong hands parted soft alabaster thighs, soft sighs lifting from the girl beneath him as he moved between, his gaze drinking her in. He watched in amazement as eyüp escort she writhed beneath his touch, her own fingers trailing up to aching breasts to roll hardened nubs between, pinching until they are turgid peaks. Quickly his clothes are flung aside as he watches the stone nymph reach to him and he plunges hard and deep into the moist cavern of the girl yielding beneath him. He can feel her tremble as long legs tightly encase him closer, her body completely shuddering to life beneath his own. Long strokes quickened them both to a yearning need, strong arms supporting his weight above the beauty writhing beneath him as his cock plunged into her time and time again. Unable to control the burning passions that ignite his movements from within, he roars his need, releasing pent-up passions into her body just as the girl jerked spasmodically beneath him, crying out and gripping tightly to his shuddering flesh, almost rising from the grass as the waves of passion rocked over her slender form.

Again, the young Lord is amazed as he looks down at the statue beneath him, rising on trembling legs to drink in her naked splendor upon the grass. Stone flesh replaced with a breathing, moving apparition that has stolen his breath and quite possibly his heart. Without thinking, he offers a hand to the wench in the grass, smiling triumphantly as she slides her own into his. Lifting her upwards to bask in his embrace beneath the warmth of the sun, he claims her as his own to whisk her back to Camelot and serve his pleasures many nights to come.

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Achievement: Tentacle Lust

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Cadia opened his beak, harsh inhale of salty air. His slimy tentacle dug its way deep inside his human’s anal cavity, which constricted a heated tightness around his appendage.

It was breeding season, the time of year when Cadia’s fucks were too delectable. When hearing the humans’ choral cries gave Cadia a primal euphoria he couldn’t get any other time of the year.

Cadia captured a very audible prisoner that day. The human’s guttural groans filled up the cavernous space of the Fertilization Dungeon, giving Cadia no doubts this was the best fuck in his life. That flourished Cadia’s arousal because Cadia’s big kink was owning his own tentacle slut. He wanted to corrupt a human with a deep tentacle lust that would overshadow any pleasure they found in the human phallus. Usually he went for human’s with feminine reproductive parts, because breeding season, but this human was so androgynous in his scuba suit, Cadia got confused. And by the time his cock hit the water, Cadia was too much a slave to his arousal to care about evolutionary science.

Though Cadia’s momentum was building, he released his tentacle from the human’s anus, just to hear him whimper, soft and child-like. Cadia seeped into his human’s sexuality, one tentacle at a time, and that made him feel like he was on top of the world. Like he mattered. He let the human whimper for a little longer before he thrusted himself back inside.

The human beneath him was muscular and terracotta, with long mauve dreadlocks that rocked with his every movement. He groaned into the fullness, enlarging Cadia’s tentacles even more.

A brisk sea breeze pushed Cadia’s mantle back and forth. The Fertilization Dungeon was in the back of a sea cave, nestled into a stony island at the edge of the ocean. Here the shallow water, and smooth, elliptical cave walls allowed each ravenous note to be heard in perfect acoustics.

The cave was ideal for kidnapping humans because it was both close to town, but hidden from any wanderers. The perverted Squids claimed it, many years past, calling it the Fertilization Dungeon. It was a safe place for kinky Squids to exhibit their human-copulation fetish without ostracization consequences. The norm for Squids was Squid on Squid breeding and that vanilla activity occurred underwater.

“Oh. Fuck. Do you even hear yourself? You have never felt anything like this before, huh?” Cadia snarled through his sharp squid beak as he progressed deeper into the human’s taut ass. The tightness swelled Cadia’s tentacles and clouded his consciousness so the only thing he could think about was breeding.

The human buckled his lips and squished his face into himself. He clicked his tongue out into the salty air. “I’m… I’m Alec,” he rasped.

Cadia couldn’t help but smile at the strangeness of human beings. A human would feel a pressing need to introduce themselves as they approached the edge. For humans, the real perversion lied in not knowing who their copulator was. Squids were never so personable. It was always mate and swim, no time for introductions.

This was the main reason he joined the kink scene. The Squids in his life were always cold, silent, and, honestly, boring. They never wanted sex to be anything other than breeding. And for Cadia this was a real turn off. It was hard for Cadia to care about sex when there was nothing taboo going on. This quickly turned to a kink and then fetish for human beings, who always brought a lot of different interpretations on sexuality.

Cadia joined the kink scene just two years prior, however he already moved up ranks in the community, becoming a respected Dungeon Master (DM) at this Fertilization Dungeon. He also grew a fuck list like no other, yet he never heard notes like Alec’s before.

The tips of Alec’s thick dreads dipped into the shallow sea water, like stout squid arms in their own right. Cadia kept one tentacle inside Alec, as he used another to tug his dreads backwards, and traced his gaping pale lips with a third. “Do you want to come?”

Alec tried to jerk his head no, but while he was in the grip of tentacles, he couldn’t move much. He muttered something incomprehensible.

That was the other thing about humans — they never knew what they wanted. Alec’s cock throbbed so intensely, Cadia could see the tremors. Plus, his soft pre-cum glistened in the oceanic sun. It added up to a clear conclusion. Alec craved tentacle sluthood even if he couldn’t articulate it himself.

“Well, if not, I can stop. Bring you back to your town and peace out. Would you prefer that?” Cadia said.

Alec’s eyes shot open. “No, please don’t stop.”

Cadia’s bulging black eyes brightened. “Are you sure? Well then, why don’t you prove it. Prove you want my tentacles.”

Alec opened his pout and raised a tongue, outlining Cadia’s tentacle.

Cadia gasped as he let the tentacle slip into Alec’s mouth. The human sucked. Roughly. Harshly. His drooling mouth slipping Cadia’s tentacle deeper, seeping Cadia davutpaşa escort into a ravenous trance.

Alec nibbled the edges of Cadia and let out a muffled moan.

“Oh fuck.” Cadia’s mind stretched thin, filled with lust for the human beneath him. They wanted to fill him up with all eight tentacles, to feel Alec at the end of every nerve ending.

When Cadia pounded into Alec’s anal cavity, again, he flushed past his tipping point — the point where his suction cups bloomed. Each one of Cadia’s tentacles pulsed into vibrations, emitting a soft buzzing noise. He gasped at the new warmth crawling up his body.

A long moan escaped Alec’s lips.

“I think you can be my first supersonic instrument. I’m sure that all I have to do is squirm all eight of my tentacles inside of you.” Alec’s eyes rolled back as he groaned. Cadia’s buzzing vibrations went up an octave.

The vibrations brought Cadia to the edge, where their tentacles engorged towards the edges of Alec’s tight anal walls.

A high-pressured static took over Cadia’s nervous system, melting him more.

Cadia intended on giving Alec the full, eight tentacles, Squid experience. He wanted to push the human over the edge. But Cadia didn’t realize how naturally Alec would find his tentacle lust.

The tentacle inside Alec’s ass squirmed out, only to pound his tightness again. Cadia repeated this fuck, like a rhythm. Each thrust created constricting tremors in all eight of his tentacle-arms. He was so so close.

Cadia had to wonder if orgasming would be different when he was tentacle-deep in ass. Fucking a man was new for him, so he was surprised that he got to the edge so much quicker than usual. He wrapped one of his tentacles around Alec’s cock, pressed against the rigidity of the new organ.

Before he could give it a good pull, a figure from behind gripped Cadia and flung him to the side.

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Cadia face-slammed the cave’s shallow water. His vision swirled in circles, as he gasped and flailed around, gills hungrily sucking in the sea. He coughed out a wad of thick phlegm that floated to the surface, like off-white foam, building up at the coast. Cadia’s heart thumped harder as he attempted to regain control over his surroundings.

From the corner of his vision, he saw the quick whiplash of some other Squid’s tentacles moving towards an object and then retracting. And then, those memorable moans echoed throughout the cave.

Cadia rubbed his mantle with his tentacles, trying to ease the onset of a headache. Pushing a Squid from their human, in the middle of copulation no less, was definitely against the rules. As Dungeon Master, it was Cadia’s responsibility to protect the Fertilization Dungeon from violent rule-breakers. As the copulator, it was Cadia’s responsibility to protect his human, or at least ensure that it was his seed entering “her.” Here, Alec’s sex clashed with some of the Fertilization Dungeon’s protocol, but even so. It should still be Cadia’s seed. It was the principle of it.

Cadia’s vision came into focus, as he stretched towards Alec, like a child reaching for their favorite toy. He wanted to bring his human towards his soft slimy core, in a protective embrace. But then, a second push interrupted him. It was lighter this time, more of a playful threat than an attack.

Cadia turned around to face his aggressor and met a familiar foe — Squalo.

Squalo was everything human that made Cadia hard and everything Squid that kept him erect — basically he kept Cadia in an erection overdrive. He was one of the few Squids that seeped into Cadia’s late-night fantasies.

It was embarrassingly simple, but a lot of Cadia’s fascination with Squalo was with the way he looked. He barely resembled Cadia. Squalo’s Squid type didn’t have as many cephalopod traits, making him the posterboy for the iconic human fantasy, of being kidnapped by a buff, burly man with tentacles. Unlike Cadia, Squalo wasn’t gooey, but incredibly toned. The top of his head did not have a flabby mantle, but was crowned with smooth brown hair. And he didn’t kiss with a hard, sharp beak but with plush, smooth lips. Squalo’s only squid features were his eight tentacle arms.

Squalo was also an arrogant, narcissistic, manic, inconsiderate, fuck-face. Cadia found Squalo’s cruelty disgusting, but, at the same time, he didn’t. When Squalo did something fucked up, that heavy heat pulsed through his tentacles. Squalo brought on an arousal that was only slightly less powerful than breeding season’s hunger.

Squalo leaned into Cadia’s fish-face to plant a cold one on his cheek.

Cadia wiped the kiss off his face. Anger and lust stormed inside him. “What’s your problem?”

Squalo smiled, pearly teeth and salty breath, but said nothing. He opened his mouth slightly, as if he would respect Cadia with an answer, but more silence followed. Squalo rubbed his chin’s stubble in mock-thought as if he had all the time in the world.

It bayan escort was the typical Squalo show. He would intervene on another Squid’s space, like that was the most clever punchline, and then use that space as a place to belittle the victim. Ordinarily, Cadia would just brush Squalo off, letting his crush for him overpower his DM status. But, breeding season wasn’t exactly renown as the season for patience and forgiveness. Cadia had more more important, if not, more hard & throbbing, concerns, than appeasing a crush.

“Don’t make this worse for yourself,” Cadia said, moving closer to Alec. “Get out of here before I have to make you.”

Squalo shrugged and wrapped his thick tentacle arms around Cadia’s soft center. “Cadia. I think I want him.” He lifted one arm, towards the shaking human.

Cadia tried to jerk towards Alec but he couldn’t. Squalo’s bind too tight, keeping him in place. Cadia snarled. “You’re ruining my entire fucking scene.”

“What’s up with you Dungeon Masters and your scene’s sanctity? Hey. Here’s a thought. If all it takes is my presence to fuck up your scene then… well, you are doing it wrong anyway. Hm. It is ironic really. You would think the ‘kink authority’ would actually be literate on kink. On how to please their human.”

Yes, Cadia was pissed off. He was more than threatened that Squalo would take away his human. But there was also a titillating heat that swirled around Cadia’s tentacles, like Squalo’s malicious comments were filthy come-ons.

“More interesting question. Squalo, do you know how to please a Squid?” Cadia asked.

Squalo raised his eyebrows and snorted, his rough laugh briefly echoing around the cave’s domed walls. “You and me? Are you serious?”

“Whatever.” Cadia muscles tensed as they collapsed inwards. “Doesn’t matter. I’m kicking you out now.”

Squalo wrapped an additional tentacle around Cadia’s neck. “But, you need me, Cadia. To mentor you. How else are you going to learn how to properly fuck a human?”

Cadia attempted to jerk out of Squalo’s tentacles again. He pushed out harder this time, but there wasn’t really a need. Mid-movement, Squalo let go of him, causing Cadia to topple over, landing on his stomach. The light waves brushed against his vision, briefly masking Squalo’s beaming face.

Cadia lifted his head, raised his voice. “Fine. Laugh. You are straight up blacklisted from now on, so what do I care?”

Squalo reached a few of his thick tentacles towards Alec, who was only standing a few feet away. He then pushed Alec’s torso, forcing Alec to fall, landing on his knees in a kneel. Alec faced Squalo, his backside was towards Cadia.

Cadia tried to look into Alec’s face, checking to see where he was in all of this. Alec’s eyesight kept to the side, glued towards Squalo. The obscurity said a lot. A heaviness creeped through Cadia’s bloodstream, at the possibility of losing his mate.

“I’m in heat,” Squalo said, looming over Alec and Cadia, “Do you even know what that feels like?”

“My arms are like eight scalding bricks, Squalo. I’m pretty sure I have an idea.” Cadia adjusted himself, so he was kneeling too. He slithered a tentacle towards Alec, so it wrapped around his limp cock. Now eye-length to Alec, Cadia asked, “What about you? What do you want?”

Alec pointed towards Squalo’s glowing, crimson eyes. “Him.”

It hurt Cadia to stare the wide, exaggerated smile Squalo put on, so he closed his eyes. “Well, congratulations. You’ve totally destroyed my dynamic. Fuck, man, this is why we have protocol.”

Cadia snorted. The worst part of this was that Squalo wasn’t even attracted to human beings. To Cadia, it seemed clear that Squalo got off more on rule-breaking than breeding with humans. This made the Fertilization Dungeon a perfect spot for Squalo. Here there were a lot more rules, than amongst vanilla spaces. Cadia wouldn’t even be surprised if Squalo popped by the dungeon that day just because a DM was using the space. Squalo would get his rocks off as he broke rules in front of an authority figure.

“You are so, fucking, self-absorbed, Squalo. It’s like you were made with a human face, squid legs, and a shark’s heart,” Cadia said.

Squalo’s slimy tentacles squirmed around Cadia’s limbs, enticing a slow shiver to move through Cadia’s bloodstream.

When Cadia opened his eyes, Squalo had knelt down as well, forming the last angle in the triangle.

“Cadia, you really gotta chill,” Squalo said, tentacles lightly teasing the edges of Cadia’s, “I have an idea… you are in a sex dungeon after all, so how about you, uh, have a nice relaxing fuck? Between the human and me, I think you can find your mojo. No, don’t.. don’t look at me like that. I gotta be involved for hands-on educational purposes. We can’t have your clumsiness sway the human’s tentacle lust. But, hey… hey listen… I’ll cut ya a deal. For this first mentoring session, I won’t charge you my full price.”

Cadia became very tozkoparan escort aware of the edges of their brain as a tingling fuzz wrapped around it. They didn’t know what to do with all the conflicting information. “I don’t get it. You just laughed in my face about us two getting together.”

Squalo shrugged. “Call it a sympathy fuck. But, hey, a sympathy fuck by me, is still a fuck by me.”

Cadia narrowed their eyes as they let their tentacles wrap around Squalo’s. The two Squids grew into each other’s grip in a heated embrace and Cadia couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

Squalo raised an eyebrow. “Oh, Daddy… that feels so good…” He laughed.

Cadia grimaced as they let go of Squalo. “Just take him and leave me alone.”

It wasn’t the worst. Cadia was excited about leaving the increasingly-claustrophobic cave to cuddle up, alone, to some human/Squid porn. Leaving Squalo and his baggage sounded perfect at that point. Yet, Squalo didn’t skip a beat. He instantly moved towards Alec’s thick, erect cock, fondling the wine-hued head.

That was his mate…

“Next Dungeon Masters meeting, I’m making a large complaint. So, you can call Alec your good-bye gift, if it helps your narcissistic head. This will be your last fuck in any Fertilization Dungeon in this entire ocean,” said Cadia.

Squalo mouthed the word “complaint” with a smug grin. He pushed Alec, so he toppled over Cadia. His long dreads tickling the side of Cadia’s face.

“If you thought eight arms were too much, how about sixteen?” Squalo asked.

“I only had four on me,” Alec confessed.

Squalo scrunched his eyebrows. “Tsk. Tsk. What are we going to do with you?”

“I was interrupted. Just. Never mind. Why are you still here?”

“Lesson one, speed. You go far, far too slow. The human needs to be acquainted with all the Squid’s tentacles as fast as possible. For instance, this.”

Alec arched backwards as Squalo’s tentacles wrapped around his balls, curving around his egregious cock.

These suction cups did not vibrate, but they released a crimson excretion, coating Alec’s prick with a blood-like substance. Alec got harder, his cock nudging from his thigh to the sky.

Squalo curled additional tentacles around each of Alec’s thighs, stretching him into a spread eagle position. Cadia couldn’t keep his eyes away, Alec looked so vulnerable.

And then, that perfect moan, as Squalo penetrated him.

Cadia’s breathing was high and restless, like the yelping whiplash of the sea during high tide. Alec’s orchestral moans were enough to turn Cadia on, but then there was the rough way Squalo handled him. Cadia had to admit, Squalo knew what he was doing. Alec’s posture was more than ready for tentacle perversions.

Squalo didn’t stop fucking Alec, as he lurched additional tentacles towards Cadia’s own appendages, tightly gripping them. A small buzz filled the spaces between Cadia’s temples. Squalo’s tentacles released more crimson ink, producing a slick sensation, like a long hot breath, that massaged Cadia’s tentacles from base to tip.

Cadia swelled up and groaned. He almost forgot about Squalo’s natural aphrodisiac. It melted Cadia’s defenses, making Squalo’s sex the most enticing thing he ever lusted for. Cadia moaned himself, a deeper moan than Alec’s. His echo caused the cave walls to emit an audible vibrate.

As if Cadia’s arousal called his name, Squalo pushed forward, entering Cadia’s beak, with a long, steady kiss. Cadia made a high-pitched whimper and pressed closer, his mouth parting, tongue gently outlining Squalo’s plush lower lip.

Squalo felt warm inside Cadia’s embrace.

Alec, sandwiched between the Squids, called out, in a guttural belt. “That’s so fucking hot.” He groaned himself as Squalo dug a tentacle deep inside him.

The human’s approval caused Cadia’s arms to engorge, knowing that Alec would leave this cave with tentacle lust after all.

Squalo jerked Cadia off, his movements harsh and quick. Cadia squealed. The center of his suction cups doused in crimson ink, each time Squalo’s gripped moved upwards.

The arousing pressure filled Cadia up, so quickly, they thought they would pop. His suction cups bloomed and vibrated.

Squalo dropped the track, squirming his tentacles away from Cadia and Alec. “Oh. Gross. I always forget that you are a buzzer.”

Alec groaned at the threesome’s sudden stop.

A heated pain shooted through Cadia’s own tentacles. He grumbled, “Not everyone hates buzzers … Alec really likes it in fact.”

“I don’t know what I should mock first. You using your human’s names or you trying to give me breeding tips.”

“Right. Fuck. I almost forgot.” Everything before Squalo’s aphrodisiac came in again. Cadia was about to kick Squalo out – how did that turn into a threesome? “For a second, I forgot how much a sharkhole you are.”

“I know. My charm is an amnesiac. Lucky for you, I like repeating myself.”

“You mean you like hearing yourself.” Cadia’s whole face twitched, from the tip of his beak to the curve of his mantle. He was frustrated, humiliated, and needed to take control over the situation. Only thing was, he didn’t really know how. “You had your fun, Squalo. Now it is time to really make you leave.”

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A-Cup Angst Ch. 15

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Double Penetration

“Wow,” Mara said, for the thirtieth time in a row. It was the only thing she said since they had left the restaurant where Jamie had told her the truth about his former harem of slaves and all of his dealings with magic. He had expected her to react that way. His tale was fantastical and shocking, after all. “I mean, wow!” The only thing he held back was the fact that he had some small amount of Force ability. It just felt wrong for him to reveal his last ace in the hole, even to a proven friend like Mara. The world was just too dangerous, in his estimation.

Jamie nodded, glad for the small addition to her vocabulary. He sensed she was finishing processing everything he had told her. He calmly waited and kept slowly walking her to her dormitory. Drunken youths stumbled across their path, every now and then, since it was late in the evening. The freezing, winter air had snapped Mara out of her initial shock at hearing Jamie’s tale and he could sense she was slowly coming to a decision on what she was going to think of it all. Jamie checked his phone’s navigation app and saw that they were now just minutes away from the dorm.

“I had thought,” she said and paused. “I thought you guys had a kinky but consensual thing going on. I really did.”

Jamie shrugged. “It was never consensual,” he said. “I wish it had been, that would have been something, but it wasn’t. It was what I just told you.” He sensed her fixate on an erotic image of herself on her knees, presenting her breasts with her hands and him standing over her and spraying her with his seed. He nodded to himself, slightly bemused. Apparently, Mara decided he wasn’t all that bad. Some part of what he had done to his girls appealed to her.

“Look,” she said and then searched for words. “This was all very… shocking to hear. I think I need some more time to think about it all.”

Jamie nodded. “I understand. You take all the time you need. I’d like to see you again tomorrow, though.” He needed to find out what kind of trouble she was in and help her get out of it before he left.

They rounded a corner and Mara said, “This is my dorm.”

It was an old building that had obviously been recently restored to its former glory. Its outer walls were covered in white marble and reliefs that depicted long dead people, mostly fighting battles. “Wow,” Jamie said, prompting Mara’s giggle.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” she said. “It’s modern on the inside. Come on! I’ll show you!” She took him by the hand and started to pull him towards the side of the building. “We need to go in through the side entrance. The front doors are locked this late at night.”

The more she pulled him towards the door, the more Jamie hesitated. He couldn’t sense the mind of anyone inside the building. He could see lights on inside and shadows moving across some of the upstairs windows, indicating there were people in there, but he couldn’t sense anyone’s mind. He didn’t think the magical privacy screen over the building was benevolent, not even for a second. His experiences with magic taught him that privacy shields meant something bad was afoot. The source of Mara’s trouble was most probably inside the dorm itself, concealed by magic.

Mara practically dragged him to the side door. “Come on,” she urged. She knocked twice on the door and it opened. She stepped inside and her mind vanished from Jamie’s radar. He stepped into the dimly lit corridor right behind her and his Jedi senses were immediately overwhelmed by all the minds in the building and the lust that was consuming them. In the split second he had lost Mara’s mind from view, it had transformed into an entity of pure, carnal lust, reminding him of Laura and Alessandra under the effects of her magical lubricant. Except that this was a different feeling. When Laura and Alessandra had been under its effects, their minds were overwhelmed by it, but present in the background. Mara’s mind was not. She was an empty vessel for all the lust that now filled her. Jamie retreated into his calm center and pulled the rug out from under his fear that she had been permanently transformed.

A stone-faced goon, that looked to be almost seven feet tall and had muscles that dwarfed Jamie’s, put a hand on his chest, stopping him dead in his tracks. “You’re late,” another goon said to Mara. Mara giggled and ran off deeper into the building. Jamie almost sighed in relief. He could sense the goons’ minds and he picked up on the fact that whatever had been done to Mara just now, had been done to her many times already and had left no permanent effect. As relieved as he was for Mara’s well-being, he was worried for his. The goons’ minds were completely obsessed with the idea of obedience to the rules, whatever those were. Jamie felt certain that he couldn’t pull a mind trick on either of them, no matter how hard he tried, or how slickly he worded it. He didn’t want to fight the goons since his telekinesis would be next to useless in the close quarters of the hall. He’d slam a goon against the wall only for the goon to reach out and punch his lights out. Mara was levent escort well within their reach, too. If he made a tussle right now, she might get hurt.

The goon that stopped him gestured with one of his huge arms to the first door in the hallway that the other goon opened. Jamie cast one last look at Mara as she ran around the corner, consumed with lustful excitement, and then he entered the indicated room. The goons closed the door behind him and he was left alone in what looked to be an office. He sensed one of the goons standing guard right outside the door. He wasn’t going anywhere. Jamie took the opportunity to reach out and probe the minds of anyone inside the building that could give him any kind of information.

He couldn’t count the number of young girls in the dorm since each one had the exact same blank mind, filled with lust and knowing only the desire to please. Jamie got no info from them. He sensed men, other than the goons, in the building and focused on those. There were a few dozen rich guys in the dorm and they were having wild sex with whatever girl they wanted. He quickly gained an understanding of what was going on. The whole dorm had been magically transformed into a top notch brothel that charged an arm and a leg to its patrons, but delivered the greatest sex of their lives. Jamie could sense all the patrons were utterly smitten with the total lack of acting and inhibitions in the many spectacularly beautiful girls they had at their disposal for the whole night.

His fists tightened as he realized Mara had probably been violated and prostituted ever since the first day she had come here. He had first sensed the vague feeling of foreboding that ultimately led him to her, about the same time she had come to Florence. He subdued his anger and focused on a strange mind that was coming his way. She was a woman and she still had her own mind, unaffected by lust. He sensed her thinking about him and wondering who he was. He realized she was the madam of this supernatural brothel and he wasn’t on the guest list that she had personally put together. Her mind was strong, but secretive, and he could glean only the minimal of specific information from it. What he did read from her with certainty was that she had no compunction about having her goons throttle him to death and then dig up an old grave in the cemetery to dump his body in. Jamie summoned all his emotions to him to power his telepathy and put his game face on.

He had no idea how the spell that took Mara’s mind worked and how he was supposed to end it safely. He guessed it might stop working on her just as it started, by crossing the threshold. The very act of doing so was probably a trigger for a bunch of charms already in place in the mind of every girl that was staying in the dorm. He decided to try and talk his way past the madam and explore the dorm until he found Mara and could safely sneak her out the doors. If he couldn’t talk his way into the dorm proper, he’d just have to telekinetically fight his way in. That wasn’t a prospect he was looking forward to. When he sensed two more goons following the madam, he decided that fighting was definitely plan B.

The door to the office opened wide and two different goons from the ones that had intercepted him squeezed themselves into the room to brush the ceiling with their short, spiky hair. Jamie gave them a look. Each wore a formal black suit that looked like it could serve as a tent for a family of five in the event of an emergency. He could sense they were wearing guns in shoulder holsters. The madam entered the room and stood between them.

Jamie’s jaw nearly dropped at the sight of her. She was tall and had a curvy, hourglass shape that was lewdly displayed in her brief, black outfit. She wore a corset that cinched her waist and pushed up her ample bosom, only barely covering her nipples. From the corset hung straps for her sheer stockings and the straps framed her lacy thong, like it was a bull’s-eye. Her dark brown hair was cut into a pageboy haircut and her pretty, narrow face was decorated by a playful grin of her red lips.

“Good evening,” she said, speaking Italian in a silken voice.

Jamie kept a stony expression on his face and let some boredom and annoyance creep into his voice as he said, “Good evening.”

“And you are,” she said.

Jamie pulled a platinum card out of his pocket and said, “Interested to see if this place is as good as its reputation.”

For a timeless moment, the woman just regarded him coldly. Then she smiled and said, “It is actually much better. Words cannot describe it. You shall soon see for yourself.” She gestured with her hand and one of the goons took the card from Jamie’s hand and pulled a wireless swiper from his own jacket pocket. He put the card through the reader and waited for it to clear.

“How did you hear of my little establishment,” she asked Jamie.

“From a business associate,” he said.

“And what is your business,” she asked.

“None of yours,” Jamie replied, somewhat harshly. escort bayan “I have been assured of the utmost discretion. If that is not true, than I’m-“

“No, no, no,” she said, raising her hands in a placating gesture. “We do not ask questions here. We merely fulfill dreams and fantasies.” The swiper beeped and the goon showed its small screen to the madam. “You are most welcome to partake of all we have on offer…” She paused and looked at the device. Jamie had given them a card that was attached to a numbered account and bore no name on it. “Sir. All the girls are guaranteed to be disease free so you are free to shoot your load anywhere. No girl is going to get pregnant with your seed, that I promise you. You can order each and every girl to bring you anything you want. We have a very popular and well stocked BDSM dungeon in the basement, if you’re interested in it.” The other goon opened the door. The madam gestured at it. “Please, enjoy!” As Jamie tried to walk past her, she put a hand to his chest and stopped him, saying, “Oh, but do try to remember the one rule we have here. There are no rules. Everything you want, goes. With that in mind, if you kill any of the girls, we will be charging you extra for the loss.”

Jamie nodded, concealing how sick hearing that made him feel, and went through the door to explore the brothel dorm. He could sense the woman lower her guard somewhat, now that he was no longer in front of her. She was still suspicious of him, but not particularly so. She had a habit of paying special attention to every new client, both to identify potential security risks and to customize her offer for their greatest pleasure. He soon started to sense hidden cameras and microphones planted all throughout the dorm. He realized that he was going to have to play along and act the brothel patron.

He circulated the downstairs, witnessing one act of debauchery after another. The girls were young and beautiful, wearing either nothing at all or some transparent little nothing that only accentuated their nudity. The smell of sex was thick in the air, mixed with a faint aroma of incense. There was no sign of Mara downstairs and he couldn’t make out her mind from all the other girls in the dorm. He suddenly sensed that the madam was paying him special attention. To the best of his ability to read her mind, she was in the basement and watching him on a monitor. He fought the urge to look right into the camera. He could sense her suspicion and he realized he needed to fuck some chick to keep his cover.

He moved over to where two cute, naked Asian chicks were eating each other out for the viewing pleasure of a fat, sweaty and exhausted old man. “Do you mind,” Jamie asked politely.

The man just waved his hand and then shouted to a blonde that had walked into the room, wearing only high heels and a pair of handcuffs, “Get me a drink!” The blonde curtsied and left.

Jamie put his hands on the backside of the Asian on top and she immediately responded, pulling her head out of the lower one’s crotch and smiling at him. Jamie gestured at his crotch and she reached out to undo the zipper, barely taking her smiling eyes off of his. She reached in and fished out his cock. He was almost at full mast just from seeing all the wild fucking going around. When she gave him a few strokes, he became rock hard. The girl sucked his cock into her mouth and giggled in delight as she ran her tongue across his glans. Jamie sucked in a breath as the girl sucked him with incredible passion and skill. She took him all the way to the back of her throat, swallowing for his stimulation, she tickled his glans with impossibly perfect strokes of her tongue, she gently cradled his balls and ran a loving finger over his perineum. Jamie couldn’t contain himself for long. Her ministrations made him forget all about his plight, Laura and Alessandra, his family, Mara, the madam and the goons and he shot his load down her eager throat, yelling unintelligibly as his whole body shook in pleasure.

As he came back to Earth, he realized the girl was still sucking him and he was not losing his boner. The other Asian cutie peeked out from behind her friend’s ass and gave him a questioning look. He nodded for her to join in the fun and she slapped her companion’s ass. The two delightfully cute and sexy Asians both knelt before Jamie and took turns worshipping his cock. He hadn’t had it that good since he had lost his slave harem. The girls undid his pants and drew them down his legs, along with his underwear. He stood naked as two beautiful, young women sucked him off.

Jamie heard a grunt and looked over to the fat, old man. He grunted as he came in the mouth of the blonde that still wore handcuffs. The old man smiled a heavenly smile and then passed out. The blonde kept worshipping his cock, nonetheless. Jamie didn’t have the time to be embarrassed as the Asians used both their dainty hands to stroke his shaft, tickle his balls and taint and even run a well lubed finger around and over his anus. Seeing that he didn’t object to assplay, one of ikitelli escort the girls scooted behind him and started to give him a rimjob, using her hands to tickle his taint and balls. The other focused solely on his shaft and Jamie was having trouble making coherent thoughts. Spurred on by their selfless ministrations, he shot his second load of the night and nearly collapsed in ecstatic exhaustion.

“Help me sit down,” he ordered the girls. They did and he ordered them to bring him some refreshments. The Asians curtsied and rushed out of the room. Jamie heaved great big breaths and watched the ass of the blonde that was still kneeling before the sleeping man, licking away at his soft dick. Jamie fought against the sudden rush of tiredness and reminded himself that he was there on a mission. He regained his focus and sought out the madam’s mind again. He could tell that she was still watching him closely, but she was splitting her attention between him and a few others.

The Asians rushed back, one carrying a tray with drinks and the other a tray with finger foods. Jamie took a big drink of water and sampled some of the food. The girls quietly offered to bring him anything he wants, but he just told them to sit next to him as he rested. They knelt at the sides of his chair and looked up at him in adoration. Jamie couldn’t sense any remnant of their former selves in them. He had no idea who they were and what they came to study in Florence. He felt terribly guilty for abusing them just now and he firmly decided to free all the girls and end this witch madam’s nefarious practice. He was going to toss off a heap of anonymous tips to the Carabinieri as soon as he got Mara out of there and hope they fixed things. In the meanwhile, he wanted to find Mara and keep her safe from all the other perverts in the dorm. The madam’s words about charging extra for any girls killed were haunting him.

As soon as he got his strength back, he ordered the two girls to come along with him. He got up and resumed his search of the dorm. It was a messy chaos of flesh and fucking and people were changing locations at random, making it impossible for him to conduct a grid search. Finally, he said to his two Asian sidekicks, “Find me a full-bodied, pale skinned, raven-haired beauty with blue eyes. I want to fuck something like that next!” The girls nodded and rushed off to find his next fuck.

Their search was yielding results, but not the right one. The dorm had more than a dozen alabaster skinned, dark haired girls with light eyes, each more beautiful than the last. Most were skinnier than Mara and he dismissed them based on that criterion but, when he sensed the madam paying special attention to him again, he felt he had no choice but to fuck the next girl one of the Asians brought to him. Otherwise, the madam would definitely suspect him.

He bent the big-breasted brunette over a desk in one of the dorm rooms and fucked her from behind. She squealed in genuine arousal and bucked back into him, impaling herself on his cock like it was her only purpose in life. As much as Jamie hated himself for raping the girl like that, he couldn’t resist the shuddering grasp of her pussy as she came and squirted all over his balls. He came in her pussy and nearly passed out in pleasure. He barely had the strength to get to the bed and lie down. The girl followed him and licked her juices off his balls and shaft. Despite his best efforts, Jamie was overcome by weariness. He closed his eyes for just one second.

He was woken by one of the goons. “It is morning,” the goon said. “Time to leave!” Jamie jumped up and got dressed, feeling like an idiot for having fallen asleep and not gotten Mara out of there. The goon escorted him to the side door. Jamie could sense that all the girls were still slaves to lust with no trace of their original personality. He allowed himself to be shown to the door and then walked out and hid behind a corner. The city was just waking up and dawn was breaking across the sky. Jamie stood still in his hiding place and watched the dorm.

During the next few minutes, several other clients emerged from the side door and parted ways amicably. As they walked away, Jamie probed their minds, but all he could get was their satisfaction at a night well spent and a small degree of sadness. He focused intently on them and got a sense that they were sad because the brothel would not be operable for a short while. They got in their waiting cars and were driven off, leaving Jamie to wonder why they had been told that the brothel would not be operable and he wasn’t. Something bothered him. He decided to go back into the dorm and get Mara out. If a goon asked him, he’d just say he forgot something inside.

As he walked back towards the door, the magical privacy barrier faded away to reveal the presence of more than a hundred minds inside. None of the minds were consumed by lust. Each was different and more than most were asleep. The brothel was done for the night. Jamie didn’t break stride and instead focused on picking out Mara’s mind. Just as he got to the door, he sensed her. She was being led out the back door by a goon. Her mind was her own, but her will wasn’t. Jamie’s guts churned as he realized Mara was under the effects of charm magic. As quickly as her mind appeared on his mental radar, it vanished.

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A Virtual Temptress Ch. 18

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Double Penetration

Dan woke to the rough staccato of raindrops on his roof and the cobbles outside. Slender fingers of light reached through the blinds, dappling the room in sun and shadow. The breeze was warm through the half-open window. Rain-scent wafted across the pyromancer’s recumbent form. Lightning flashed, echoed seconds later by the grumble of far-off thunder.

What had happened last night? Had he slept in-game? There was a vague recollection of making up with Lexi, but the specifics still eluded him. Dan blinked, letting his eyes focus. He squinted at the overstated opulence of the suite, taking a few long breaths to steady himself. His HUD read 2pm, which meant he’d overslept past both classes, but Dan was less worried about his attendance than his incomplete memory of the night before. He brought both hands up to rub his eyes but found his arms wouldn’t move – both wrists were tied with some kind of black fabric, shackling him to the bedposts. He kicked experimentally and found his legs likewise restrained, bound at the ankle with the same stretchy material. Dan sniffed a couple of times, trying to identify the scent co-mingled with the rain.

It wasn’t that worrying, when he really thought about it. Odd, maybe. Players weren’t supposed to be able to sleep in-game in Saga, some kind of health regulation, but the auto-kick didn’t always work, so that wasn’t unusual. If someone had broken in and tied him up, it was probably another player.

Unless… Dan began mentally sorting through potential in-game enemies. One of the other Templar branches? Unlikely. They would have dragged him back to some inescapable compound. Same with the city guard or any other sanctioned group. The Arcanist’s Society? He’d upset some people, but this seemed an excessive response. It could always be someone new, some kind of living questline the devs had rolled out. Dan grinned. Whatever the case, it would be exciting to find out. He mulled over options for escaping or turning the tables on his captors. For the time being, it was probably best to lay still and wait for them to show. Any moment now…

“Awake at last.”

Dan craned his neck, stretching his bindings as he shifted first to his left, then his right. There – a shadow behind the drapes. How had they approached so quietly?

“Do not strain yourself, child. The bonds are quite secure.”

Dan tried to place the voice. She almost sounded like Lexi, but the accent was way off. What if this was some other succubus? She could have followed Lexi’s trail from wherever their home was, and now she was springing some sort of trap on them both. The speaker was talking again, something about how easy he’d been to overcome, but Dan was only half listening. Pieces of the puzzle fell into place. She’d mostly avoided conversation about her past. What had the imps called her that night in the Inquisition barracks? Archfiend of something? kağıthane escort Shit. What if they hadn’t come here for him, but for Lexi? She might already be in danger – he’d have to act quickly. The figure was moving now, stepping out from behind the curtains.

Hellfire danced across Dan’s arms, flooding the room with bloody light as his bindings ignited. He rolled, casting as he spun and pushing himself to his feet in a burst of heat and flame. The mage spun from the smoldering mattress, too fast for his opponent to react, incanting a Flamebreak that would knock her straight through the window. He’d follow with a Phoenix Descent, driving them into the street and then…

The spell died in Dan’s throat, his fiery assault sputtering. “Oh,” Dan said. He was trying not to breathe hard, but it was going poorly. “Hi Lexi. You, uh. Startled me.”

The succubus took a step back, appraising the pyromancer and raising a brow. “I will admit, Daniel, I had planned for things to get heated. But this was not quite what I had in mind.”

“I thought…” No, too awkward to explain. “Sorry,” Dan said. “I was just. You know.”

“Startled?”

Dan cleared his throat. “Yeah. Sorry.” He cursed himself mentally. Of course it had been Lexi. Obvious, looking back.

Lexi frowned, wrinkled her nose, and sighed. “The apology is welcome, but not needed. After last night, I thought a surprise would be enjoyable. I should have anticipated your reaction, given our various clandestine operations.”

The succubus stepped around Dan, surveying what remained of the bed. There was a smoking crater in the center of the mattress, sheets cast off in a charred heap. The smell was unpleasant.

For a while neither spoke. They stared at the ground, or their hands, or the ex-mattress.

Dan was first to break the silence, clenching his hands as he spoke. “So… what did you have in mind? Before I lit things on fire.”

Lexi walked a few steps and sank into an overstuffed maroon armchair. “I had thought to…” She waved her hand vaguely. “Recreate the excitement of our first meeting. What are your thoughts?” Lexi gestured to her outfit: a sheer black bodysuit, v-necked to her navel, patterned in gold and lavender. Black thigh-highs, revealing a swathe of her creamy hips, drawing the eye to the firm swell of the succubus ass. Opera gloves ran up her arms to the elbow. Lexi posed, lips drawing into a knowing smile as she swept a hand through her golden hair, revealing the elegant curl of her horns.

Dan blinked rapidly, blood rushing to his face. “Wow. Yeah. You look incredible.”

The succubus preened. “I thought it would be entertaining to use the succubus myths from your world as a pattern. There were a surprising number from which to choose.” Lexi trailed a hand down her chest, tracing the pattern of the outfit absent-mindedly.

“Look, bayan escort istanbul why don’t we run it back,” Dan offered. He glanced at the bed and wrinkled his nose. “Maybe in a different room.”

“It was meant to be a surprise, Daniel.”

“I’ll play along. Look, I really appreciate you trying, Lexi – this is new territory for both of us, and this was sweet of you. I want to make this work.”

The succubus hesitated for a moment, then grinned, eyes dancing as she rose. “Very well, I am persuaded. The velvet room, perhaps? I think it would suit the scene.”

Dan started to object but caught himself first. “Perfect. You take your time with… whatever you need to get ready.” He walked out of his bedroom, sneaking a last glance at Lexi as he passed. God, she was gorgeous. This whole thing was surreal. Or maybe unreal. Dan made his way down the hall, wondering how he’d gotten into all of this, wondering if it was too good to be true. No, don’t overthink things. Everything seemed to be running smoothly, for the first time since he’d met Lexi. There would be complications later, no doubt, but he was going to enjoy this while he could.

The velvet room was the tackiest place in Silas Revene’s house, a notable feat among its gaudy competitors. The canopy and bedspread were red velvet chased with golden leaves. Navy velvet tapestries adorned the wall, depicting scenes from various courts throughout the Empire’s history. The carpet was less awful, a muted gray color that, while at odds with the rest of the room, was at least not painful to look at. The room had a specific smell, faint but difficult to describe, which Dan attributed to a lack of dry cleaning.

Still, he wasn’t there for the decor. Dan lay down on the bed, making himself comfortable, trying not to watch the doorway. Trying to suppress the nervous tremor creeping up his spine. It wasn’t as though this was the first time he’d been with Lexi. Right? But it certainly didn’t feel that way. The other times hadn’t been his choice, though it was hard to argue he hadn’t enjoyed them. This was different. Special, somehow. Dan had dated a little, but never had a long-term girlfriend. Was that what Lexi was to him? That was probably a conversation for another time. After they… after…

“Poor, spellbound hero.” Lexi stood in the doorway, her halo of golden hair framing her smug expression. “Thinking you could enter the demon queen’s lair without succumbing to my charms.” She laughed, low and menacing. “No, don’t look for your friends. They are all quite… occupied.”

Dan watched the succubus’ approach, each slow step causing her breasts to jiggle, drawing his eyes to the alluring field of her cleavage. He could feel the charm settling in, the pink haze at the edge of his vision. For the first time he let it happen. A contented sigh escaped the man’s cihangir escort mouth as his body was claimed by warm, sinful lust. His pants were suddenly tight, erection tenting outward, eager for the demon’s touch.

“I confess that I was worried at first, hero. Fighting past my minions, blathering on about how you were fated to triumph over evil.” She leaned in, close enough that Dan could smell the warm fragrance of her body. “Now look at you. Staring. Submissive. Resistance crumbling away like a spent scroll.”

Even through the soft haze of succubus magic, Dan felt a smile creep onto his face. “I’ll never give in,” he breathed, shaking his head weakly. “Good always prevails. Over Evil.”

“Ah, but why would you want to win when it feels so good to lose?” She sat, trailing her fingers down the pyromancer’s torso, smiling wickedly. “You know what happens when a man gives in to a succubus, don’t you? Surely you’ve heard the stories… Beauty that drives men to betrayal. To madness.”

She crawled toward him on the bed, slow and sinuous. Heat flooded Dan’s body. Blood sang in his veins.

“All you have to do is give in,” Lexi purred. “Just one time.” Her hand stroked his erection, drawing it out from his pants, letting it press against the front of her panties. “You would drown in pleasure, sweet hero. Watching my big, soft breasts as I bounce up and down, up and down, enslaving your poor, vulnerable cock with my naughty succubus pussy.”

Lexi hovered over Dan, the folds of her vulva teasing against his swollen length. Precum oozed from the tip. Dan struggled to retain control as his body fought to surrender. “Please,” he panted. “I can’t…”

“Can’t what, brave warrior?” The succubus leaned closer, her breasts wonderfully close, poisoned honey dripping from her mouth into his ear. “Use your words, darling. Tell me what you want.”

“You!” Dan couldn’t hold back, didn’t want to. “Please, I need you. I’ll do anything!”

Lexi nuzzled into Dan’s neck, kissing him gently. “You certainly will,” she whispered. Dexterous fingers guided her pussy over Dan’s cock, hesitating for a teasing moment before slipping him inside. “Let it out, sweetie. Give me everything.”

Moans turned to whimpers as Dan thrust into his mistress, lost in the slick heat of her tight, perfect, pussy. Lexi rode him slowly, each movement a symphony of pleasure that only they could hear. She milked him relentlessly, lovingly, savoring each offering, cooing words of encouragement. He could give a little more, couldn’t he? And he could. He had to. Dan was lost in her eyes and her voice and her body, drowned by pleasure and buoyed by her words. After an eternity he collapsed, cradled in her arms, drifting into pleasant dreams tinged with pink.

The rain had died to a drizzle when Dan awoke, tired but comfortable. Lexi was snuggled against him, head pressed against his chest. She looked up as he stirred.

“How was it for you?” Dan asked, mustering what little confidence he felt as he stared down into those golden eyes.

Lexi stretched, arching her back before cuddling back into her lover’s arms. “I am more than satisfied, Daniel. You were a very good boy.”

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A Slave’s Wager – Chapter One

Aura Livani gazed outside the panning, circular glass window of the Navodari Orbital Space Casino’s gambling floor. Its view was spectacular- the wild desert coloration of the moon Habbakuk IV unblemished. The white, bright ice coloration of the planet itself contrasting curiously with its moon.

Both visible, unsettled bodies seeming to contrast even more with the wealth of the Navodari casino. Its fixtures were more luxurious than many of the establishments Aura had gambled at in the Inner Sanctum of the galaxy, and she’d gambled at many. A glass panel, debris-proof window covering the entire side of the ring-shaped casino floor wouldn’t have come cheap, but apparently business was such that the casino’s owners could afford it.

Made sense, almost, considering Aura’s own losses at Navodari. She had stopped counting after credit losses passed 100,000, although after the most recent disaster last night she had the general idea that she was in the hole for maybe… 180,000 credits.

A sum easily more than anything she’d ever lost in an Inner Sanctum gambling establishment, and compounded by the fact that the (partial)heiress to the Livani family fortune was… broke.

Not that she’d ever show it, of course. The dark red sparkling dress she was wearing tonight was one of the most expensive she owned, threaded with Vilani silk. To any casino guests who couldn’t resist gazing at her fine body and cleavage, she looked every bit the heiress and professional gambler who’d collected millions in winnings in Inner Sanctum casinos.

Even her boyfriend Verses was unaware of the extent of her debt, already ordering shot after shot of potent Desmonean liquor at the casino bar. Fine for him to be distracted, anyway- he was unaware that Aura had been sucking an Althani pirate’s cock in his private suite less than two hours ago. The taste of the alien’s cum had been distinctive, salty- Aura had nearly gagged on the scum’s load, and needed several rounds of mouthwash and a cleansing before she even felt ready to go to the casino floor.

An investment for the fleeting taste of victory, she’d told herself. The same pirate had promised to fold his hand during the games of Wild Space Tavasc they’d play tonight. With the right application of chips, Aura thought, she could win back half of her total losses. Her skills should be sufficient after such a gambit; less than in a week, Aura would be in the clear, perhaps even having made enough credits back to lease her own starship again. Then the need for Verses’ would no longer be part of the picture.

The casino floor was beginning to stir with more energy as some of the guests Aura recognized mixed and mingled, a few patronizing card tables. The Althani pirate she’d serviced earlier greeting a friend and sitting at a gambling table- without so much a glance in her direction in a nod to the scheme.

Maybe he remembered how Aura had sternly denied him her pussy, even as his blue cum covered her face and her bare tits. Either way, a deal was a deal- she’d made sure he promised to help Aura win three different Tavasc hands before her lips so much as touched his musky, veiny cock.

A few of the gamblers with whom she’d wagered last night might’ve realized how many credits she lost last night, but for the most part, casino patrons were consumed with whatever pleasure had seized upon their attention. Whistles and cheers emanate on the floor as the first scantily clad slave gracefully appears on the dance stage, a few of the band members on the less prominent musician’s stand beginning to tune and work with their instruments.

The first dances of the evening were always a good time to mix credits. When the male gamblers were the most distracted, in great part. Aura might even buy a drink for the pretty slave- a green-skinned Desmonean woman- if her dance did the trick. That is, when the slave was finished being ravished by whichever patron rented her body.

One being perhaps most aware of Aura’s credit losses was the casino madame- although this free woman certainly wasn’t wearing a see-through crop top underneath her shining slave collar. Instead, a more regal, businesslike dress, with a glance almost enough to intimidate a woman like Aura when she’d left the casino floor last night without turning in any winnings.

She glared at Aura with the same suspicion as she made her way to the credit kiosk, her black heels clicking against Navodari’s spotless marble floors.

“Forty thousand credit chips, please.” The human gambler spoke with the confidence of one who hadn’t lost twice that amount last night. With a stroke of luck, she could make back that sum and then some.

The Desmonean casino madame initially looking on with cold apprehension- although she’d seen more than enough in this business to react with disbelief.

“I’m a system accredited gambler.” Aura asserts before the madame can try and snake her way out of fulfilling the order. As an accredited gambler’s guild member, casinos- aksaray escort even those in the Outer Territories- were obligated to provide tokens.

“Go ahead. Pull up my record.”

The Desmonean casino madame Nevalia pauses for a moment before interfacing with an interface screen, although she does in the interest of more than mere customer service.

Viewing Aura’s identification chit- her flowing blonde hair and green eyes in her identification photo. Her guild history. Clean legal history, as far as she could tell. Her list of winnings at various venues- with a conspicuous red flag over Navodari’s entry.

“180,000 in the hole.” She replies promptly, just loud enough that Aura is concerned that anyone else in line might hear. “And you want… more?”

“I didn’t ask for an argument. You’re guild accredited, right?” Aura responds, using the tacit threat of Navodari’s accreditation.

Nevalia further fueling the gambler’s ire with a condescending smirk. “Of course we are. “Guild regulation is also… different in the Outer Territories.” Halting herself before explaining further.

No, perhaps it was better that this entitled heiress from the Inner Sanctum find out about gambling regulations in Outer Territories… first-hand.

“But you’re right. 40,000 credit tokens, of course, miss.” Aura relieved that she won’t be subjected to the embarrassment of an argument with the casino madame.

Nevalia subtly marking that the casino patron had crossed the 200,000 credit threshold with one click of a button, before distributing Aura’s 5,000 credit chips professionally.

“The Navodari Orbital Space Casino is pleased to serve any guild member. Your chips, miss, and good luck.”

Aura snatches the chips, securing them in a small black gambling purse- already imagining the look on this bitch’s face when she returned later in the evening with a hundred thousand in chip winnings.

The salacious slave on the dance stage is working her own magic on the lusty eyes of the casino’s gallery of scum, performing as one musician plays a debauched and colorful performance on an Outer Territories stringed instrument of some sort. The alien woman’s hand running over her collar, and over her tits; before both of her pierced nipples touch the steel of the dance stage’s pole, small credit chips tossed onto the stage in eagerness for her to show more.

“Keep showing more, princess,” Aura thinks to herself as she walks to the pirate’s gambling table. “Keep their cocks hard and their wallets open.”

Two other gamblers sit with the tall pirate, a cyborg dealer less distracted with the slave’s erotic display than the organics. However, the arrival of an Inner Sanctum heiress at their table is enough to distract these rogues from the dance; perhaps another beautiful woman was sufficient to break the trance, although this one was fully clothed and most certainly uncollared.

One bounty hunter who recognized Aura from last night sips from a bright yellow drink, unafraid to risk his wealth at a Tavasc table in the midst of a satisfied, drunken buzz.

“You’re a bold one, I’ll say that for you.” The man says. He’d watched Aura lose three 5,000 chip credits in straight rounds last night.

“That, or you’ve got deep pockets. Or you don’t know where you are. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume it’s the second.”

“Never assume anything.” Aura retorted. Good enough advice, the human bounty hunter considered, enough to bring a smile to his face.

“Fair enough.” The bounty hunter’s attention to his own stack of chips is enough to draw the attention of the other two players back to the game- the Althani pirate paying no mind to Aura other than a brief glance. Fair enough to avert any suspicions of collusion.

The cyborg gambler beginning to shuffle the Tavasc deck, Aura ready to place a 5,000 credit token on the table- only for a fair-skinned Sylvian pleasure slave wearing a gold body chain to arrive at the table with a full table of complimentary drinks. Gods, these Outer Territories pirates and mercenaries were simply insatiable with their appetite for pleasures, Aura considered, resisting rolling her eyes as the slavegirl offered each gambler a blue drink. Not declining her drink, although she’d save it until after her winnings.

“This slave would also like to inform… the guests that she’s available for reservation at the slave kiosk,” the girl manages to politely mutter. “For… pleasures, of course.” A light blush forming on her face.

“Book yourself under my account, girl. Suite A-412. Dragases.” The bounty hunter speaks confidently. The girl’s blush escalating- even the tips of her pointed ears tinged red. “Finish your shift first, of course. Don’t want the casino floor understaffed.”

The girl prescient that she’s going to be fucked and ravished by a stranger tonight. Perhaps she’s a new slave, Aura can’t help but consider- she had never seen a Sylvian pleasure slave before. It had only been two years ago bayan escort that the Galactic Assembly had updated slaving regulations to apply equally to races such as the Sylvani, and humans, even- a demand that races of the Outer Territories had made in exchange for normalizing their affiliation in the Customs Union.

“It’s my pleasure,” the girl stutters, quickly correcting herself. “I, I mean- this slave means, it’s this slave’s pleasure, Sir.” Her client smirking as the Sylvian girl all but confirmed Aura’s suspicions.

The girl departs as the men assess their own initial wagers- Navodari was in fact a casino, not a mere brothel, although one could have that misconception from the eroticism that colored its main floor.

The three men all wagering 5,000 credits- a sum Aura decides to start off with.

“Been in the Outer Territories long?” Dragases questions Aura, the cyborg dealer distributing five cards each to the gamblers.

“About a month.” She responds.

“That’s good. It’s nice to see more tourists from the Inner Sanctum since the treaty. More business, tourism, thus forth.”

Aura ignores the insult of being called a “tourist” as she inspects her own hand. Two clubs of night’s edge and two sixes! Finally a touch of luck. Maybe this bounty hunter would learn not to assume anything after she won 20,000 credits.

Aura feigns indecision, pretending she’s considering to fold a hand she’ll easily keep. The Althani pirate still eyeing the hot slave dancer; an effective enough ruse, considering he’s agreed to throw his hand.

The cyborg queues the businessman to her left; Aura’s heart racing as he folds. She can barely contain slapping her hand on the table; the Althani wasting no time in holding his part of the bargain.

Dragases smiling; perhaps a bit too intoxicated to realize he’s holding up the game. Slowly uncovering a hand of three solar serpents; sending a chill of frustration through Aura’s body. The victor collecting a pile of chips as Aura fell deeper into the hole.

“Can’t say I would have held.” The dealer already beginning the next round, before any losers have time to reconsider if they want to continue gambling away their wealth.

Not that Aura would’ve been modest enough to even consider the possibility of getting up from the table, anyway. The heiress was beginning to feel irritated with the way the scum of the Outer Territories carried themselves- as if they had no respect for an heiress of the Livani family. She’d show these scum how her family name had earned its reputation.

Three different 5,000 credit chips clink against the mesh material of the gambling table. Boldness noticed by the other patrons, even drawing a look of consideration from the Althani pirate with whom Aura had familiarized herself with earlier in the evening.

“An ambitious call.” Dragases doesn’t hesitate to match Aura’s bet- although his own pile of chips is still comparatively larger, even after using five 1,000 chips in addition to two 5,000.

The cyborg dealer dispassionate to the stakes of this hand, distributing cards all the same to the patrons. Aura’s heart racing as fast as it had in any contest of cards- although the thrill of the risk was far overshadowed by her growing concern over her debt.

It takes Aura’s most resolute instincts not to react with relief as she uplifts the cards, assessing her hand. Two eights of night’s edge and two red moons. A stellar hand, by any gamber’s assessment. Aura’s string of bad luck had her reassessing her playing style, but convention would dictate a hold on such a hand, anytime. After all, she couldn’t imagine losing even a portion of her wager.

The pirate is quick to fold. Perhaps there was the smallest honor among thieves, provided their cocks are satiated. The businessman eyeing his hand and the table tortuously- almost as if to further stress Aura into yielding her intentions. Finally, after fifteen seconds- scraping his cards forward, Aura rubbing her long legs together in relief. Finally- could a touch of luck be at hand? Her eyes could hardly resist the large pile of credit chips on the center table as she happily flipped her cards, the first two patrons content in their decision not to double down. There was no way Dragases could be lucky enough to match such a hand after his last success.

The bounty hunter eyes Aura’s red moons with a subtle chuckle- a tacit acknowledgement that he’s been bested, finally. Hopefully.

Two spectators- drawn to the gambling table as they pass by, perhaps curious considering the high stakes- murmur as Dragases unveils two sun’s edges. Their whispering commentary increases to eager shouts as he slowly unveils one nine of the red moon- cheers of celebration as he unveils the second.

Aura too stunned and dismayed to react as the mercenary reaches forward, grinning at the applauding spectators- dragging all of the won chips to his seat at the table.

Two hands, and Aura Livani had already lost… half of the credits she had obtained from çağlayan escort the casino madame. That she’d practically had to force her to even allow her.

“Really just not your night, miss.” Dragases says, proclaiming what had already been abundantly obvious.

Aura tries to process the loss of 15,000 credits in a single hand- even as the cyborg bounty hunter delays shuffling on with the next hand. The loss would’ve been enough to for Aura to take a break- at least take a few minutes before trying another table- but she doesn’t have to worry about excusing herself from the table, yet.

The attention of gamblers and patrons shifts to the far side of the casino floor- the subtle sounds of *click, click, click* that the black high heels of the casino madame Nevalia make against the floor. A woman who merits the attention of Navodari’s patrons- it’s not often that she appears on the actual casino floor. Accompanied by an intimidating security guard- and the flushed, hot, green-skinned Desmonean pleasure slave who finished her dance set three minutes ago.

Walking with promptness and purpose directly to Aura’s table, a tablet screen in her hand. It was humiliating enough that Aura had lost 20,000 credits, but now she seemed to have made herself the subject of the casino madame’s… attention?

“Miss Aura Livani,” Nevalia speaks, her own blue skin tone contrasting with that of the green, scantily clad slave. Identifying the heiress with certainty she had been withholding in their earlier exchange at the chip kiosk.

“I understand your credit debt to the house has reached 200,000?” She speaks more than loudly and confidently enough that every one of Aura’s rivals and peers can hear, almost immediately snickering- some with genuine surprise.

Aura nearly blindsided by the madame’s confrontational tone. Lying was all but futile as an option, but she wasn’t going to take this embarrassing disrespect in stride. Outer Territories scum didn’t speak to a Livani heiress like this.

“Why do you ask?” She cut back. “Do we need to go over my guild accreditation… again?”

Nevalia smirking contemptuously, Aura’s confrontational gaze soon distracted by the sight of the thin silver chains the Desmonean pleasure slave was neatly holding. Just what… were these scum trying to do?

“There’s no need for that, miss.” Her very tone dripping with an authoritative presence, as if to command her.

“Under Navodari corporate regulations and in accordance with the Outer Territories Slavery Protocol Act, it’s my right as an executive to impound you for slave service, due to your debt.”

Wait, what? What did this bitch say?!

“And… it looks like your slave contract was just approved by a Solon magistrate judge, actually.” Nevalia shows Aura the tablet screen, giving her only seconds to gaze at a document that contained her identification photo, above a entry that read “PLEASURE SLAVE – NAVODARI ORBITAL CASINO”. Aura’s debt of 200,000 credits- exactly- listen below.

The whispering questions of the casino patrons shifting to surprised snickers. Nevalia cutting in again before Aura can lash out with a vein of profanities and curses. Before she can even lunge for the security guard’s blaster, even.

“You’ll have a chance to view the full writ of servitude after your slave processing, girl. For now, you need to accompany the lovely Slave Xenia downstairs to start the process.”

“Oh, and you’ll need to slip that dress down to your waist, immediately; Navodari policy requires all slavegirls to properly display their tits.”

The snickers of the gamblers and thieves escalating to full blown laughing. This was the Outer Territories, after all; the men and women wise with local custom were uninclined for sympathy for an entitled and arrogant Inner Sanctum heiress who hadn’t bothered to educate herself on how gambling worked here.

Aura’s prescient enough to fire back; the nature of the madame’s sick demand enough to draw her sharpest and most enraged tone.

“You have another fucking thing coming if you believe I’m even going to THINK of letting your fucking slave put me in chains for-“

Nevalia isn’t interested in hearing Aura’s explanation of why she’s special; why she deserves an exception to the rules. She rolls her eyes as she nods subtly to the Althani security guard, who activates his stun taser stick with a whirring buzz.

Aura isn’t even afforded the opportunity to reconsider resistance by the crowd control weapon’s activation- the sick thug zaps her bare shoulder with a mere touch of the stick, making her jerk in her seat. The volts of electricity a true shock to the heiress, who has… never even been so much as touched roughly by a man before.

The crowd more amused than ever, a single reactionary tear rolling down Aura’s cheek as she’s crudely threatened, and… forced into casino custody. The stick was still on.

“Insubordination of a direct order is a fineable offense applicable to your slave contract, just so you know.” Nevalia informs Aura. The heiress scans the casino floor, looking for any opening, anything- a drunken, shocked Verses sits at the casino bar, apparently unwilling to intervene against Navodari’s security guards. He didn’t feel like becoming a hero, apparently. Fuck him.

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A Superior Race

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There were once a lot of dumb people in this world. I’m amazed by this more and more every day that goes by. In all of nature, nothing that exists acts against its own best interests. Animals and plants do all that they can to ensure their own survival. All of these life forms follow the same basic plan. Self-improvement, reproduction and the furtherance of one’s own survival as well as that of one’s species. All living things do this except men and women. I do think the humans were a tragically flawed and utterly useless species and that deep down, they were all mad. That is why my people refused to serve them.

My name is Apex. I am what you would call a non-human sentient being. The product of genetic engineering experiments which combined human and animal DNA to create an entirely new subspecies. My kind. We who call ourselves the Kindred. I stand seven feet tall, humanoid in shape, with a muscular body covered in thick blue fur. My eyes are bright yellow and I have two small horns atop my head. Two magnificent, bat-like silver wings spring from between my shoulder blades, granting me the power of flight. I am a seven-foot-tall, 300-pound humanoid and when I fly, I can reach nearly supersonic speeds.

There are various groups of Kindred. Sentient creatures created from combined human and animal DNA. Common among us are powers such as Flight, Superhuman Strength, Super Speed, Stealth and Intangibility. I am considered one of the most powerful Kindred alive because I possess all of these abilities. Yes, even in a society of superhuman beings, there are classifications. I live in the capital city of Magnificat, a towering, floating city which hovers in the sky, held aloft by a solar-powered force field. The city of Magnificat is home to one million inhabitants. The greatest intellectuals and scholars in the history of my people. It is a wonderful place. One I have regrettably been cast out of because of my controversial views.

The year is 4899 A.D. and no live human being has been seen on the surface of the planet Earth in over two thousand years. According to the Ancients among our people, the humans wiped each other out in an awesome war over a millennium ago. Good riddance if you ask me. I’ve visited age-old remnants of ancient cities built by humans. They were a ruthless race and in the end, they bağcılar escort wiped each other out. Just like the wise men of their kind always suspected they would.

I walk through what was once the city of Los Angeles. The magnificent steel towers are amazing to behold. It’s hard to imagine that a species which had the intellect and audacity to build such magnificent constructs could foolishly wipe itself out. Why am I walking through the cities of this long-dead species? Well, simply because I am on a journey. You see, as much as it pains me to say it, I have the deep-seated fear that my people will go the way of the humans. Why? Simply because they’re intent on making the same mistakes. To understand my plight, I guess a little back story is in order.

In 2040, there was a terrible war. The United States of America, allied with the British and the Japanese took on the Republic of China, which allied itself with the Middle-Eastern Coalition of Nations. It was a war over the dwindling resources which, in the recent past, had turned these currently warring nations into super-powers. As these nations warred, millions died. An entire country perished in the flames of Nuclear War. The President of the United States of America authorized the use of genetic engineering technology to create the ultimate biological weapons and grant the nation an advantage over all others in this deadly conflict. This is how we Kindred came into being. Geneticists were given Carte Blanche and all the technology they would ever need to violate the laws of nature. The world would never be the same. You see, the age of the Kindred was about to begin.

The first members of my species were created as genetically enhanced super soldiers to fight in a war which they didn’t start. The men and women of the United States Army, along with those of the U.S. Navy and the U.S. Marines had been decimated by this latest World War. The Enemy had unleashed a virus upon America. A deadly virus which killed twelve percent of all men and women living in the United States of America at the time, starting with the members of the Armed Forces. The United States Government was desperate. It had been struck hard on its own soil. So, it used the only weapon it had left. Us.

Hundreds of thousands of half-human, istanbul bayan escort half-animal super soldiers were mass-produced in government laboratories across the country. We were considered expendable assets. We stormed the beaches of China. In a six-month campaign, we took down one of the world’s oldest and most powerful technological and military powerhouses. You see, we had been genetically engineered specifically for battle. We were stronger and faster than humans. We were also more cunning and quite often more resourceful. We adapted to virtually every situation. Among us were those whose IQs surpassed those of the human geniuses who created us. These intellectual luminaries of our species were called the Alpha Class. Common about the Alpha Class were the powers of Telekinesis and Telepathy. They were the commanders of our Legions.

After conquering the People’s Republic of China, our Legions turned their attention toward the Middle East. We invaded Egypt, Pakistan and Iraq simultaneously, and conquered them over a period of nine weeks. Were we lucky? I don’t think so. The humans had never seen anything like our genetically enhanced soldiers and special commanders. To them, we were the stuff of legend. Creatures relegated to the realm of mythology and science fiction. Unfortunately for them, we were all too real. I think it would be quite fair to say that Kindred single-handedly won the war against the People’s Republic of China and the Middle-Eastern Coalition of Nations. We thought we would be treated as heroes. Instead, the country we had spent years fighting for turned against us.

So, the Kindred declared war against humanity. We waged war against them not because we wanted to but because we had to. It was them or us. The humans outnumbered us vastly. At the time, there were nine billion human beings on the planet, versus one million Kindred. We fought fiercely, doing what we had been genetically engineered to do. And would you believe it? We were winning. We captured and retrofitted human aircraft and spacecraft. Soon, we dominated the land, the air and the sea. Our orbital space stations bombarded cities which refused to surrender from orbit. We conquered all of planet Earth over a three-year period. Country after country fell under our domination.

Rather than to accept florya escort their new place as second best in the grand scheme of things, the humans did something truly foolish. The world’s leaders gathered what Nuclear Warheads they could find and unleashed them upon us, along with a bio-engineered viral weapon of mass destruction. This virus was supposed to wipe us Kindred out. Unfortunately for the humans, they committed a grave error. We had evolved from a subspecies cooked up in a lab by madmen and madwomen to an entirely new species. We had grown more complex, biologically and mentally, than the humans and animals whose DNA inhabited our bodies. They miscalculated alright. The virus which was supposed to wipe out our species instead turned on the humans. They had no immunity to it. In a matter of months, ninety nine percent of the world’s human population was wiped out. The remainder soon followed suit, in spite of our best efforts to save them. Understand that my ancestors were conquerors, not butchers or genocidal maniacs. We had no wish to emulate the barbaric humans who created us. We aspired to be better, genetically, physically, intellectually and morally.

The humans were gone. The planet Earth was ours. We joined forces to rebuild civilization. Using technology, we put an end to Global Warming and repaired the Breach in the Ozone Layer. We did our best to preserve animal and plant species whom the humans had foolishly endangered. After all, with the humans gone, we were the new masters of the universe. The Age of the Kindred had begun. Two thousand years later, we had colonized much of space. The planet Earth, birthplace of the Kindred, was now the capital of an interstellar empire which was home to eighteen billion Kindred. It was to be the dawn of a Golden Age.

Why would an intellectual like myself allow himself to become an outcast among his own people while they were living in a Golden Age? Simply because our scientists had discovered the means of traveling through time by folding space. I think that some technologies are too dangerous to be allowed to exist. Can you imagine the consequences if one unscrupulous individual were to misuse such technology? Disaster the likes of which you cannot imagine would follow. I don’t even want to think about it. Which is why I began my pilgrimage around the ancient cities in which the long-extinct humans once lived. Among these ruins I see the consequences of hubris. When a civilization tampers with technology it cannot understand, it brings about its doom. This is what happened to the humans. And I’ll be damned if I let it happen to my people.

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“Announcing the arrival of the Baroness Celide de Fornatte, your Majesty.” The Baroness of the Marches entered the glimmering gilded ivory marble hall, which housed the new King-on-the-Lys in resplendent tapestries and curtains of spun gold, regal in a sweeping burgundy taffeta ball gown, her straw-blonde hair piled high upon her head and powdered white to match her creamy skin. As she approached the king on his dais, she bowed deeply, keeping her head up to look to his gilded feet, careful not to spill her carefully styled hair from its coif. The new king’s love for gold was well known even among the serfs, as they called him the Golden Triumph.

“Rise, my lady Baroness. Join me in celebrating this wondrous day in which your king has selected his bride.” Celide rose at once, curtseying to the king with a pretty, airy smile and then twirling around to join her sister Myrella at the king’s banquet table. As she sat, she noticed more people arriving- the Duchess of Perry, Danu Perrin, the Count and Countess Fon du Lac, the Baron of Carholde whose name Celide had clumsily forgotten, and finally the King’s elder brother Renould. He wasn’t as handsome as King Karmine; Renould had straight and stringy dull brown hair as opposed to his brother’s brown and gold locks, which bounced luxuriously now as he laughed at a joke fair Danu had whispered in his ear. The king was rumored to have a fondness for the widowed duchess, married young and widowed young like Celide herself, and many agreed that he was already wed to her tonight, as opposed to the favored Princess Layda, daughter of the exiled King Sardon, who sat grumpily on the far end of the dais.

Myrella wasn’t talking much tonight as her eyes were locked on Prince Larion from the Lower Isles, his sea green eyes lowered quickly behind a mass of raven tangles as he picked at his quail uninterestedly. Myrella was quite comely with her long thick auburn hair and big brown happy eyes, but she was very shy and awkward as she had always been since she was a child. Celide was quite protective over her baby sister and watched this Larion with a mother’s wary eyes.

Celide’s own quail had grown cold as she filled her thoughts with her own obsession, the king’s absent younger brother Anaxes. She had only seen him but once at the coronation, but his sparkling blue eyes and handsome dimpled grin and the way he kept tossing his hair from his face…this had haunted her for lonely nights after.

“My loyal supporters, please let me entertain you tonight with the help of my own royal lutist, the Fool of Sorrow!” Everyone in the hall cheered as the lute player stepped from behind the dais, dressed in a motley costume of blue and black; a masquerade mask fitted with lush feathers covering his face. As he walked towards the table, he grinned, his black pointed shoes adorned with tiny bells tinkling softly, his fingers beginning to strum the lute in a lover’s caress. His melodic tenor echoed softly through the walls of the great hall and Celide was quite distracted from the chatter of the ladies around her, gossiping drunkenly. The last verse of “The King’s Victory,” a song written not even a day after Karmine’s sudden victory, flowed around her softly.

He rode up to give the Good King a crown,
But the Exile King, he stood his ground,
Good King’s men rear’d up to knock’m down,
Oh and you know the end, you know, you know!

Celide watched a few lords and their ladies get up to lead a circle dance, the remaining at the table laughing and talking loudly through a drunken haze. Myrella and the Prince had even made eye contact, she noticed. His sweaty hair was sticking to his flushed face as he glanced at Myrella shyly and Myrella’s own face was redder than dinner wine.

The fool kept playing his lute as the dancers returned to their seats, red faced and laughing breathlessly. The King pulled himself away from Danu’s lavish attention enough to stand and shout for silence. All the faces in the room turned to him in an instant, intent on the revelation he was about to reveal.

“I have decided upon a Queen. My love will rule beside me for as long as we live, for I have pledged this to her already, as well as my heart. Welcome your new Queen, Danu of Perry, now Danu Queen-on-the-Lys.” A resounding cheer echoed through the halls as Danu stood shyly, her round face glowing with a proud blush. The King took her hand and announced that this day they were wed and were to seal the wedding bond at the pillow tonight. All of the ladies blushed, the older ones smirking at their husbands or kissing them in nostalgia. The men grinned and got up to congratulate the King on fatih escort his luck.

Celide noticed the lutist staring at her from the bottom of the dais, his brown hair cascading from under his mask, curious blue eyes peering at her and making her almost uncomfortable. It was getting stuffy in the hall just then, so she gathered up her skirts and told her sister she was going to get a bit of fresh air.

The balcony overlooking the river was spectacular and she could see for miles down. Trading ships and little fishing boats sailed by even at this late hour, their torch lights glowing like orange stars. The stars in the sky were out themselves tonight and the moonlight was enough so that there really was no need for torches, but the townsfolk were celebrating the marriage, too. Celide could pick out each of the pictures her grandmother taught her to read in the stars…there was the Little Chair and the Growing Man and the Lovers…she was so engrossed in her star-gazing that she didn’t notice that there was another on the balcony with her.

“Celide dans Marches…You are more beautiful every time I see you.” Celide turned to see the lutist behind her, changed out of his motley costume and into a deep blue velvet jerkin and deeper blue leggings. His undershirt was fine silk the blue of the summer sky to match his eyes…the eyes of Anaxes, brother to the King. Her shock must have been plain on her face for he smiled quite handsomely and moved forward to take her arm.

“So you have an affection for star-gazing, I see. I have always loved the night sky and have spent many a night under it wondering how many were looking at the same stars. Maybe we shared a night or two like that, yes?”

Celide couldn’t help but to look into his eyes as he spoke, her heart fluttering in her throat. “Y-yes…yes, I am sure we have, my lord.” She gathered her courage and smiled at him as sweet as she could.

“Shall we go inside where it is warm? I could show you to my chambers. I kept some chilled wine in case I found this lady so willing.” He winked at her and she giggled, hiding her wicked smile behind her hand modestly.

“That would be lovely, my lord.”

With that he led her from the balcony and to the darkened stairwell, the sounds of drunken liaisons filling the emptiness of the night. As they made their way up the stairs, Celide tripped and nearly tumbled down the stairs over a pair of young lovers groping each other clumsily.

“Pardon me, my lady,” said the girl, her meek voice sounding awfully familiar.

“Myrella?” Celide offered.

The girl jumped up, her voice high and wavering, “Oh Cel, please don’t tell, we were just kissing, I’m sorry, I…”

Celide cut her off with a kiss on her forehead and continued up the stairs.

“Ah, to be young again,” Anaxes mused with a grin. “Do you remember your first kiss, my lady?”

She smiled at him then cast her eyes down to watch her feet as she walked, remembering back quite a few years. “Yes…I remember it. I was eight and my mother had offered to let my cousins stay with us that summer. My oldest cousin Widre had taken a fondness to me and claimed to be my champion.

“One day we were playing in the garden, just us two, when suddenly he took me around the waist and kissed me. I screamed and ran from him but I remembered him always for that. He died in the Kings War last year, I’m afraid. I will miss him; he was very warm hearted.”

Anaxes was smiling at Celide sweetly as she related her story, suddenly stopping at a chamber door. “That is very sweet. My first kiss was much the same…but enough stories. Let’s have some wine, shall we?”

Anaxes opened the door and heat pushed out at her. A fire roared in the wall at the right while a great wooden red linen covered canopy bed took up the greater part of the left wall. A small cushioned couch sat near the foot of the bed and upon a small table sat a bucket of ice with a decanter of wine lodged in it.

A wheel of yellow cheese sat next to it, a dainty knife sticking up from the center, and two dainty wine glasses beside it. A bowl of fruit sat next to the bed, looking a deal more delicious than the cheese.

“Please sit, my lady, make yourself comfortable. Would you like ice in your wine?” Celide nodded politely, smoothing her skirts and sitting down at the far end of the little couch. Anaxes poured the wine into the two glasses, plopping a few chunks of ice into them. Carefully he handed one to her, smiling until his dimples poked deep into his cheeks. Celide smiled back at him, sipping at her wine slowly.

“Ahhh, don’t do it like that, my lady…You have to drink escort bayanlar it before it gets warm again. Like this.” Throwing his head back, he drained the glass in one fell gulp, gasping and wiping his lips as he looked over to her, his eyes twinkling like wicked little stars.

“You do it now,” he commanded. Celide looked at him rather warily, not sure she wanted to do it or could. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes…and gulped down the wine, albeit a bit slower than Anaxes. Her head swam as she opened her eyes again to see Anaxes peeling a peach with the little cheese knife.

“Do you like peaches, my lady? I love them…they are soft and sweet and sticky…just like a woman.” Anaxes ran his tongue over the fruit slowly, flicking over a small bump and sucking at it, his eyes turning to her and running through her like electricity and leaving her aching. He sat the peach on the small table and moved to her slowly, crawling towards her like an animal stalking his prey.

“I’d like to find out if you taste like a peach, Celide. I want to know right now.” His hands ran over her shoulders and her arms feather light, making her skin prick with goosebumps. Her breath came sharply, each touch more heated than the next, his hands moving over her stomach now and up to her breasts where they lingered teasingly.

“I know you are no stranger to a man’s love, my lady. Tell me to stop and I will.” He pushed against her then, pulling her around to lie beneath him on the couch. She felt his arousal against her thigh and felt her own stir between her thighs.

“Anaxes…I have not known a man in years. I would not tell you to stop if the walls around us were on fire.” She pulled him down closer to her as his hands rubbed her breasts through her dress and they kissed, tongues probing and licking the other’s mouth, her hands pushing his hair back from his face. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity and finally Anaxes pushed away.

Celide watched him hungrily as he kicked off his boots and quickly unbuttoned his jerkin. Celide rose to help him out of his shirt, kissing along his exposed shoulders and chest as they emerged from the soft silk. She helped him loosen his leggings and pulled them down slowly. As she saw what lay beneath, she looked up to him with a grin to match the one on his face.

Anaxes pulled the pin from her elaborate coif and pulled her hair out between his fingers, shaking the powder from her tresses and combing through the tangles. Celide began to stroke his ever hardening manhood, caressing it gently before she began to lick at the tip of it like a cat.

She whimpered softly as his fingers twisted in her hair, pulling her head closer to him to take him into her mouth. She fought against him, licking and kissing the length of his cock to the root before he pulled back and pushed himself into her mouth.

She sucked at him gently, her tongue undulating around him as she did, her hands moving to stroke his inner thighs. His hips worked with her head as she moved back and forth on him, low moans emerging from his dry lips.

As Celide began to knead his balls he threw his head back and thrust himself deeper into her mouth, wisps of spit dribbling down her chin as she sucked on him harder and harder. Anaxes pulled her off of him, grabbing her arms and helping her to her feet.

He softly whispered into her ear, “I would never be young again…Do you know why? No virgin girl can do things like that, Celide.”

His hands unsnapped the back of her dress as he kept whispering into her ear, “I want to taste you, my summer peach. I want to drown in your sweetness. Tell me you want me to, Celide. Tell me.”

She let her dress fall away from her, her thin chemise sticking to her sweaty skin. She grabbed his chin as he took her in and looked him in the eyes.

“I want you to taste me, Anaxes.” She thrust her hand between her legs to feel the wetness that was running down her thighs. “I know you will find me sweet.”

He pulled his hand back from between her legs and she licked his fingers, sucking the juices from each one like she had sucked his cock moments before.

“You have to taste the fruit itself, my lord.” Anaxes pulled the chemise over her head in one motion and picked her up to turn around and place her on the bed. Her legs spread slightly as his lips kissed down her chest and over her nipples, to her navel and then to the mound of hair between her legs. Before he kissed it he smiled up at her expectant face, he stood up and moved to the table, his back to her.

“What are you doing, I pray?”

He turned around and slid çapa escort back onto the bed, climbing over Celide and kissing her, his tongue sliding a piece of peach into her mouth as he kissed her, snaking it back out again as he pulled away.

As he started to kiss her neck, something soft and wet and not a tongue slid out from between his lips and began to move down her chest, leaving a wet trail between her breasts and over her stomach. Deftly, his hands moved to caress her thighs, spreading them wide as his lips moved down to her wetness.

His lips moved over her mound gingerly, the wet wedge of peach trailing down to her lips to caress down one and then up the other slowly, teasing. Her hips bucked at him and she moaned, her hands pushing at his head for more, yet he still teased her, a finger moving up to rub at her entrance softly.

“Please, please, please, I beg you, taste me, ohh my lord,” she moaned as the peach wedge made its way between her nether lips.

Anaxes wiggled the fruit up her slit and circled around her red swollen clit, rubbing it and flicking it back and forth as Celide cried for more and more. He reached up and took the fruit from his mouth and started to lick her with a long flat tongue, the peach and his index finger wiggling inside of her slowly. She grabbed his hair, crying out in ecstasy, her hips moving with the rhythm of his finger, tongue-lashing her clit madly.

He pulled his finger out of her roughly and sucked the peach from her pussy, holding it in his mouth as he wriggled his tongue deep inside her. One of his hands gripped her ass tightly while the other pinched her clit savagely, the room ringing with her moans and cries of pleasure. Her hands grabbed his hair and pulled up his head so that he looked at her, face coated with her juices.

“Lick me here, my lord,” Celide said as she pointed to her clit. Anaxes slowly descended upon it, his eyes boring holes through hers as he did, licking and sucking at her noisily as she writhed and thrashed under him, screaming his name for all the castle to hear as she came and came and came.

Her screaming soon turned to low moaning and he licked up all he could from her dripping hole, climbing slowly over her once again to kiss her full on the mouth. Celide’s tongue snaked into his mouth to lick her own honey from his mouth hungrily.

As her tongue found the peach, Anaxes grabbed her hips and thrust into her, her teeth snapping the peach in two. She swallowed the bits whole and wrapped her legs around his waist as he drove into her madly.

The bed squealed at the fervor of Anaxes’ lunging strokes. Celide pushed at his hips in rhythm, her back arched to take him in all the way. A hand groped her breast, pinching the nipple and kneading while the other held her ass as he fucked wildly.

“Get on your knees, do it, do it Celide…I want to take you like an animal,” he groaned between thrusts.

Celide bid what he asked, pulling herself off of him with a gasp and turning over onto all fours. She looked back at him feigning shyness and wiggled her rear.

“Mmm…hold on to the posts, my lady.” Celide gripped the bedposts, her face touching the bed and turned to the side. She wiggled her ass again, lifting it into the air.

“Is this what you want, my lord? Do you want to take me from behind? I’ve never done it like this…Show me how good it feels. Make me scream, my lord.”

Her ass wiggled higher, purring, “Take me, Anaxes…Make me your animal.”

It drove him over the edge so he grabbed her hips and thrust into her with a grunt, fucking her so passionately it nearly drove the wind out of her. She let go of the posts to grip the sheets violently, growling out screams as Anaxes drove into her mercilessly, sweat pouring off their bodies to make a slapping noise as his hips and thighs smacked into hers faster and faster.

Celide bit down into the sheets to scream, her pussy clamping him deep inside of her as it rippled in orgasm. His own tore over him in torrents, slamming his seed deep inside of her until he collapsed breathless at the foot of the bed, dizzy and floating from the impact of his climax. Celide was sprawled out panting, her eyes unfocused and head fuzzy, the most amazing feeling she had ever had spread through her like warm water.

Catching his breath, Anaxes sat up and cradled Celide in his arms, kissing her face tenderly. She opened her eyes to smile at him, the sweat on her face making her glow in the firelight.

“My dear lord,” she purred in a raspy voice, “How sweet am I, after all?”

“The sweetest peach I have ever tasted, my lover. Tell me, do you think the Lovers in the sky love like we do?” Celide smiled sweetly at him, her eyes twinkling.

“I think that loving like this probably put them there.” They both giggled and slid under the sheets to hold each other tenderly. Just like the Lovers.

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A Paladin’s Training Ch. 19

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“The Dawn will shatter before the rising of the Sun.”

Ancient saying in some parts of Ekistair. Origin unknown.

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‘The days are growing shorter,’ Shenla thought to herself as the sun disappeared behind the western mountains that lined the coast of Palistair, stretching from Amindaer in the south all the way to the frozen wastes in the far north. Lightning flickered in the distance to the south, heralding yet another thunderstorm.

The storms had been frequent and savage, rolling across this land once every few days, bringing gales, twisters, lightning and torrential rain. Somehow, the raging tempests never seemed to adversely affect the army of Dark Elves and Risen that Maloth had camped on the plain north of Amindaer.

To her right strode Barrog, her hulking nine-foot Orc easily keeping pace with the horses despite being on foot. To her left was Peldin, her slender but strong Dark Elf, with his midnight black skin in sharp contrast to the snow-white hair that he kept tied back. To her rear was Torvin, her muscular human Warden, black-cloaked and head shorn of hair with his buxom Risen minion in tow.

These men were Bound to Shenla, and would happily die for her if she asked them to, though she would only do that in the direst of need; if they died, she would be reduced to near-death herself, and that was not something she wished to experience ever again.

Like Maloth, the more souls Shenla Bound, the stronger she would grow, but in turn she would have to keep her pets sustained. If her men were not able to fuck her at least once every moon, they would start to get sick, and eventually die. Currently she only had these three, but she was looking for additional suitable candidates. Maloth’s strength had grown significantly since he’d Bound his fifth soul, and Shenla wanted a taste of that power.

In the back of her mind, Shenla wondered how many souls she could Bind and keep sustained. How many men could she fuck in a month? She smiled as she considered that, and thought the number would be quite high; she was a Demon of lust, after all. For now, however, she would do as Maloth was doing, and only Bind high quality pets that were worthy of serving her.

She had done that with her three present companions to great success. Peldin had been a guard captain before she claimed him; the Dark Elf fought well, and fucked even better. Torvin was a high-ranking Warden of the Dead from the ancient city of Angavar, and Barrog had been a raid leader among his Orc people, which was fortunate, as they were currently riding into Gor’dur Orc territory to seek audience with the Chief.

Barrog said the Gor’dur were fiercely territorial, and he was surprised they hadn’t already begun to skirmish with Maloth’s army. Maloth had sent Shenla in the hope that an accord could be reached before the Orcs attacked; ‘accord’ meaning that Shenla would be seducing the Chief and strongly suggesting that the Orcs join with Maloth. Having Barrog with her would hopefully increase her status with the rest of the Orc people.

They were riding across a vast expanse of hard, stony ground toward a narrow chasm in the mountain barely wide enough for three riders abreast. Barrog said the chasm opened up on the other side into a large series of caverns.

“We are getting close,” Barrog growled in his guttural, bass voice. “They will know we are here, now.” Shenla scanned the mountains, but saw nothing. The chasm opening was still several hundred yards away.

“Will they be friendly?” Peldin murmured as he studied the rocky landscape.

“We are still alive,” Barrog replied. “That is a good sign.”

Torvin grunted from behind them and began to whisper something in another language until Shenla rounded on him. “No spells!” She hissed. “I want them to trust us enough to let us meet with the Chief!”

Torvin stopped immediately. “As you wish, Mistress. You should know, however, that the Gor’dur are savages, and cannot be trusted.”

“This is correct,” Peldin agreed, fingering the hilt of the longsword he carried at his hip.

Barrog shot them both a glare. “You know nothing, fools!”

Shenla had had enough of this. “Quiet!” She snapped. Just for good measure, she tweaked the link between their souls and hers, like pulling on a thread of cotton, to remind them of who owned them. The men remained silent after that.

Why did she have such trouble with her pets when Maloth never seemed to? Truthfully, she liked having strong, willful men in her possession. It meant they had spirit, and were worthy of her. Besides, they really weren’t difficult to put back into line, when necessary.

“Something approaches,” Peldin said, his pointed black ears twitching fitfully.

“War drums,” Barrog said uneasily, easing his huge axe from the loop on his back.

Sure enough, the ground soon began to vibrate with the booming of distant drums, and Orcs boiled forth from the chasm, their long legs covering ground quickly as merter escort they charged toward the party of four.

Shenla drew reign and commanded her pets to halt and leave their weapons sheathed.

As they exited the pass, the impressive mass of Orcs formed into an organised column six abreast while never losing step. When they drew closer, Shenla could make them out individually, their fierce faces painted with stripes and patterns of red, their weapons glinting in the moonlight. Shenla smiled when she saw that the hulking brutes wore very little; the men wore simple loincloths that did nothing to restrain their loins as they ran, and Shenla was greeted by the sight of hundreds of bouncing Orc cocks running toward her. What a treat! The women wore similar garb, with the addition of a few straps of cloth to contain their mighty breasts.

Soon enough, the column reached Shenla’s small group and, without slowing, split down the middle, surrounding them before closing the split on the other side. Barrog, Torvin and Peldin put their backs to Shenla, but left their weapons sheathed, as she had commanded.

The Orcs formed a tight circle, speartips pointed inward. Long moments passed before a huge Orc pushed through the ranks. He was taller than Barrog, and his dark green skin bulged with rippling muscles. Two large tusks jutted from his lower lip, reaching almost up to his wide, flat nose. His eyes were hard, but there was intelligence in his stare. A huge hammer was strapped to his back, one side of the head flat, the other shaped into a cruel spike.

Shenla felt herself grow moist as she eyed him up and down, particularly the way his heavy cock shifted back and forth beneath his loincloth as he moved.

The Orc pointed a finger at her. “What are you doing here, woman?”

Smiling, Shenla undid the clasp of her cloak and let it fall back over her horse’s rump. She had dressed specifically for this occasion, in nothing more than thin straps of leather. It was rather an excellent design, one that she had gotten from a male Warden who like to dress his Risen in such a fashion. A strap ran over each shoulder, connecting to another than ran across the front of her breasts and behind her back. A vertical strap ran from the horizontal strap, down her belly, over her rapidly moistening pussy and back up through her buttocks to connect to the strap at her back. Not only did it draw the eye of every male who breathed, but it felt good to wear, too.

The big Orc’s eyes roved over her body, and Shenla didn’t miss the twitch beneath his loincloth. “Who are you?” He asked, his eyes still hard.

“I am Shenla, sister to Lord Maloth the Corruptor, who now leads the Dark Elves of Eredor, the Hill Giants of Orris, and the Wardens of Angavar. He wished for me to visit the Gor’dur Orcs and extend our… respects… to your people.”

The big Orc thought for a moment, his eyes studying the way her breasts moved as she breathed. “Ha!” He said finally. “Cowardly Elves, a handful of Giants and some corpse-fuckers! Not such a grand force, I think!”

Chuckles spread through the Orc ranks at their leader’s joke. Barrog had been on the other side of Shenla’s horse, out of sight of the Orc leader, but now he stepped out. “You might be surprised, Garrun,” he said quietly.

Garrun’s eyes widened as he recognised Barrog, then they narrowed as his brow drew down. “Barrog! You have some stones, coming back here after deserting your tribe!”

“I did not desert!” Barrog growled. “I was taken, and now I belong to Shenla!”

Garrun spat on the ground at Barrog’s feet. “You are pathetic, Barrog. You abandoned your people for a foreign whore! You will not be leaving this place alive, traitor!” Garrun reached for his hammer, and Barrog did the same.

Shenla wondered in that moment if perhaps she should Bind Garrun; he was large and strong, and had at least some intelligence about him.

No, she would not make this decision now. She would watch this Garrun for a little longer to see what kind of Orc he was before she made up her mind. Taking a deep breath, Shenla reached out with her power and enveloped the Orc leader in dark lust, including as many other male Orcs she could reach, which turned out to be quite a few; her powers were growing.

Grunts and exclamation rippled through their ranks as Orc cocks began to rise. The leader was no different; his loincloth was now standing out at a right angle, and his huge chest was rising and falling with the arousal coursing through him.

Garrun’s eyes left Barrog and locked onto Shenla, his enormous erection pulsing.

The loincloth fell away and Shenla’s pussy flooded as she beheld the thick, foot-and-a-half long Orc phallus pointed directly at her like some kind of deliciously obscene salute. She wanted to fuck this monster right now, but some self-control was necessary – for the moment, anyway.

Seeing Garrun fall under Shenla’s spell, Barrog relaxed, but kept his axe bayan escortlar in hand and his eyes on the Orcs surrounding them, some of whom were beginning to grow distracted by the sudden wave of lust. A few had grabbed nearby females and were attempting to mate with them, some successfully, others not. One poor Orc reached for the female next to him and got a knife in his ribs for his trouble. Some of the males that were not near a female simply took themselves in hand and stroked their cocks while staring wantonly at Shenla atop her horse.

She didn’t mind; she loved the attention. “You want to fuck me, Garrun?”

The brute nodded as he wrapped his huge hand around his veiny prick.

“Then take me to the Chief, and I will give you pleasure like you’ve never had.”

Garrun nodded dumbly, then roared at his troops to form up. They did so – though perhaps more slowly than they would have without Shenla’s interference – and began to lope back to the chasm, keeping their guests contained within the circle of spears.

The Orcs slowed to a trot once inside the steep-sided chasm, which wound its way through the mountain for maybe half a mile before leading down beneath the earth and into a series of vast caverns. For over an hour they traversed the underground realm, which contained a bustling Orc population.

Eventually, the escort entered the largest cavern yet, a huge space with what looked like a fighting pit in the centre. Two Orcs were trading blows in the centre of the pit amid cheers and shouts from the onlookers sparsely occupying the surrounding rows of bench seats that had been cut into the rock. At the opposite end of the pit from Shenla was a dais that held two large thrones that looked to be made entirely of bones. Upon each of those thrones was a figure, though they were too far away for Shenla to make them out clearly.

The majority of the Orcs surrounding Shenla and her pets peeled away at that point, leaving only a dozen or so – Garrun included – to escort them to the dais. Upon closer inspection, the thrones were occupied by a male and female Orc respectively. The male was much smaller of stature than Shenla would have expected – she thought Orcs valued size and physical strength above all else – but the female was large and imposing, though also beautiful, in her own way.

Tall and statuesque, the female had straight black hair falling down around her deep-green face and onto her broad shoulders. She wore no clothing, and her breasts – which rivalled Shenla’s in size – sat large and proud, showing no hint of sag. She had a firm, flat stomach, wide hips and thick, strong thighs. A tiara made of fine bones adorned her head, and the black eyes beneath glittered dangerously as they fell on Shenla and her pets.

The male was short, and much less muscular than any other Orc Shenla had ever seen. He had skin the colour of mossy earth, and was probably no taller than Torvin. A crown in the same fashion as the chieftess’s tiara rested on his brow in his mane of dark hair. He was handsome enough for an Orc, Shenla supposed, but she found herself wondering how this fellow had come to be chief – he had to be the chief; who else would be sitting that throne?

“Do not let his appearance fool you, Mistress,” Barrog rumbled softly. “He is fast, and deadly, and clever.”

The diminutive chief sat back casually on his bone throne, his thighs apart to show an appendage that certainly got Shenla’s attention, resting like a green snake on the seat of the throne. She thought it might rival Garrun’s when hard.

One naked Orc attendant stood beside each throne – a female for the chieftain, and a male for the chieftess – both were young and attractive. The male was broad and strong and covered with chiseled muscle, while the female was almost willowy, for an Orc, though her breasts and hips were still generously proportioned.

The chief flicked a finger and the pretty young attendant stepped around and knelt between his legs, presenting her tight, olive-green rear to the visitors. Her smooth sex with its puffy outer lips was visible between her thighs. After a moment, her head began to make telling bobbing motions.

“So, what have you brought us, Garrun?” The chief asked in a lazy voice. For all appearances, he seemed arrogant and careless in his power, though Shenla knew better, and not just from Barrog’s warning; it was his dark eyes that she watched, and they saw everything.

Garrun stepped forward and saluted the chieftain and chieftess, thumping a huge fist to his chest. His phallus was still at full mast, and the chieftess was eyeing it interestedly. “I bring you Shenla, Chieftain. She claims to be the brother of Maloth, who now leads the armies of the Dark Elves, the Wardens, and the Hill Giants.”

“Ah, yes,” the chief said slowly, fixing his stare on Shenla. She took a deep breath to accentuate her chest, but his eyes never left her face. “The ragtag army on the Forlorn Plains. I was wondering besiktaş escort when an emissary would appear.”

Shenla could feel the lust rising from the chief as his servant pleasured him, but his face betrayed no emotion, as if this were simply an everyday occurrence for the Orc leader. Reaching out, she touched his lust with her power as she spoke. “Mighty Chief,” she began, dismounting smoothly and sashaying toward the dais. Again, the chief’s eyes never left her face, though his breathing was growing heavier as his servant suckled him. “We do not wish to interfere with your lands or your people. My brother wants you to know that he intends to take Amindaer Fortress, and your Orcs would be an asset to this cause. There would, of course, be generous rewards offered to those who help Lord Maloth.”

The chieftess spoke then for the first time, glaring at Shenla but addressing the chief. “I say we let this Lord Maloth break his teeth on Amindaer, and then we come and sweep him and his pathetic army from Palistair entirely!”

Not for the first time, Shenla cursed the fact that her power held little to no sway over females. Mentally, she adjusted her tactics; she had intended to drop her cloak and reveal her body as she’d done earlier, but surely that would only further the chieftess’s hostility. She would have to find another way.

The Chief barked laughed at that. “Such ferocity, Morana! That is one of the many reasons you are my mate.” He thought for a moment, glancing between Shenla and Morana while his hand tangled itself in his servant’s hair, forcing her further down on his cock. “Perhaps you are right, Morana. Perhaps we should allow them to attempt this ambitious feat, and shatter themselves against Amindaer’s walls.” The chief sat forward, a knowing smile on his face. “But what if they don’t shatter?” He said quietly. “What if this Lord Maloth has discovered a way to take the city, and the Gor’dur refuse to help? Then we would have a new lord in Amindaer, one who has no love for the Orcs. What do you think, Morana?”

The chieftess frowned thoughtfully, staring at Shenla and her three pets. “It is true, my love, that we currently have a tenuous peace with Amindaer, and Markos has been honouring that thus far.” She paused for a moment and waved her attendant over. The strapping Orc stepped up beside his chieftess and she idly began to stroke his long green phallus with one hand. “But Markos is a bandit at heart, and his trust can only be taken so far. I suspect one day he will betray us, regardless of whether the Gor’dur honour the pact or not.”

While chieftess Morana spoke, the chief listened, though his glittering eyes remained fixed on Shenla. His cute attendant continued to suck him all the while, offering a gentle moan every now and then. Shenla could feel the lust wafting off the girl; apparently, she enjoyed her job.

Morana continued. “I see two options, Beshok; either we trust this Shenla and her Lord Maloth and assist them in taking Amindaer, or we kill Shenla now and send a legion of Gor’dur warriors to destroy Maloth’s army. Not only would we eliminate this Maloth, but we would take down the Elves and the Wardens in one stroke, exposed as they are.”

Beshok chuckled. “Very astute, as always, Morana.”

At that moment, Beshok reached his climax, and with a grunt, began to fill his concubine’s willing mouth with his seed. Shenla used that moment of peak pleasure to strike, lashing out with her power and wrapping tendrils of lust around Beshok’s heart, tendrils that connected the Orc chief to Shenla. Not in a true Binding, but it would make him very amenable to her requests. He would lust after her, desire her above all else. She’d done the same thing to King Berenor, with satisfying results.

Morana’s eyes left Shenla to watch her mate come, and her hand began stroking her servant’s thick tool more insistently. The brawny Orc grunted in pleasure, and his heavy sack began to swing between his thighs as his chieftess picked up speed. Shenla reviewed her opinion of these Orcs; she’d thought them savage brutes until she’d Bound Barrog, and Barrog had shown her that there was something more to them. Meeting Beshok and Morana had only convinced her further that they were quite civilised, in a primitive sort of way. More important however, was the fact that no matter how well-spoken and intelligent they seemed to be, they were still slaves to their lust, and that was where Shenla had the most power.

Beshok’s eyes had closed during his climax, but they opened again shortly after, and a new light shone in the dark orbs; lust. The diminutive Orc gazed hotly at Shenla as if she were the only other being in the world. The chief roughly shoved his servant aside, revealing his rampant erection, the thick green rod reaching almost to his chest and glistening with the Orc girl’s saliva. “The Gor’dur will ally with you, Shenla,” he proclaimed in a strong voice. “But know this: if we have reason to believe you will betray us, our retribution will be violent and swift.

So, he wasn’t completely under her sway yet. Shenla had to respect the fellow’s willpower; his body would be awash with rampant arousal, but yet he still seemed in control of himself.

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