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This is just a non-erotic side story I made for the Adventure of Tash and John series. Just to give back story to the universe.

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March 28th, 2184 — 1300 Hours

Republic of Texas Carrier USS Houston – TXNC 16255

The room was a buzz of excitement. Corporal John Henry Baird sat in the large auditorium surrounded by the rest of the Republic of Texas Army’s 105th Airborne, first company. The room had probably warmed up a good five degrees since he had first entered. The USS Houston’s atmospheric controls seemed to be having trouble keeping up with the combined body heat of ninety or so paratroopers that filled the room.

Most of whom joked, laughed and chatted among themselves as they waited for the briefing to begin. As is right on queue, John saw the familiar stature of the companies commanding officer, Captain Adam Garcia, take the rooms center podium. The myriad of chatter started to diminish as the Captain, an older and tanned skinned man, loudly cleared his throat into the podiums microphone.

“Gentlemen,” He began, waiting for the chatter to subside before continuing. “At oh-nine-fortyfive hours yesterday the Commonwealth naval vessel HMS Indomitable detected a mass of unknown activity on this planet,” the Captain tapped a small series of keys on the podiums touch pad and the image of a solar system filled the large LED screen behind him.

The image circled in red the third planet in the small five planet system, designating it ‘S-42396-3’. “Ess four-two-three-nine-six dash three. Initial examination detected reactor signatures consistent with drive cores used by Breten Hvas affiliated pirate clans.”

The image shifted again. This time to a colored satellite view of a region on the planets surface. The image was high altitude but John could make out what looked like buildings buried half inside a small rock outcropping.

“High altitude recon drone passes were able to locate and determine the energy signatures originating from this point” Captain Garcia continued.

The area that John had thought to be buildings was now being highlighted. The satellite view began to zoom in.

“Further analysis has confirmed that this is indeed some kind of outpost operated by a Breten Hvas affiliated gang.”

The image pulled up a marking on one of the containers outside the outpost, showing clearly the scribbled hieroglyphs of the Breten Hvas insignia. The briefing screen once again pulled up an image. This time of one of the Breten Hvas guards. John thought they looked like somewhere in between a cross of a bird and a mantis. A small beak protruded from a rounded skull which housed four eyes.

Continuing down the neck met the body not unlike a praying mantis from earth. It had two long arms that ended with an almost sword like point. Each arm having about five fingers at the end for manipulation. The whole thing stood on four legs, but was however only about four feet tall altogether. It was a slim and apex hunter like frame. It was certainly alien to John. He snapped back to reality as Captain Garcia began again.

“Repeated drone passes have been able to determine their forces strength at about one hundred-fifty give or take. Ground penetrating radar has the whole complex only about two hundred meters into the rock face. Any questions so far?” Captain Garcia asked the room.

“Yeah” a voice chimed up. John really wasn’t able to see who was speaking. “Why don’t we just nuke ’em from orbit and be done with it?”

A smile crept along Garcia’s face almost as if he had been anticipating this question.

“Because,” The screen shifted to a different version of the recon photo and highlighted a new part of the image. It brought up a xeno, definitely not the Siven that made up the vast majority of the Breten Hvas slaver clans.

This one was tall and lanky. Its homeworld must likely be low G, John thought. It sported gray-brown skin, about four arms and four legs with a head that seemed to be on a swivel. John didn’t recognize it in the slightest. “They have hostages.”

John could hear most of his comrades stiffen. Hostages meant no nukes. No nukes meant ground operation. And that operation would be a rescue operation. Captain Garcia continued after a slight pause.

“We have no official estimate as to how many hostages they have. But at the end of the day it has been decided by the higher ups that they do not get to keep them.”

Fucking slavers, John thought. Slavery was already a black mark in Earth history, wars had been fought over it. Just as Humanity as a whole thought they had overcome their past, the New Holland Incident had reopened those long thought closed wounds. The sacrifice of the HMS Battleaxe was the first, and only, tipping point that Humanity had needed to declare and intergalactic war on slavery.

“Which brings us to defenses.” Garcia continued again, shifting the image to a more tactical overlay of the recon photo. “First analysis shows the main building complex to be lightly denizli escort fortified. There appear to be two watch towers built into the rock face on opposite sides of the main building.” The image enhanced to display them. They really were no more than a couple of domed walkways jetting out of the rock. The Hvas also appeared to have set up heavy guns of some kind in each tower. The image was shifted again.

“The enemy has also erected three medium sized bunkers facing each direction away from the rock face, encompassing the landing pad and main courtyard area of the outpost.” The image enhanced for a final time. “Recon has also determined the presence of at least two assumed anti-air positions within the outpost perimeter. Comparison with similar known emplacement shows this model as being an inner atmosphere weapon with a limited range. So high altitude flights will be well out of their reach.”

A hand popped up in the crowd. John recognized him as one of the newer recruits from second platoon. A Felix something-or-other. Captain Garcia motioned for him to speak.

“Do we know what the effective range is?” The man asked.

It was a solid question. They may not have been fly boys but they most certainly did their share of flying. It would be helpful as well if the Hvas decided to turn them groundwards as well.

“The gun shoots a canister that explodes at about fifteen hundred meters. They may have modified it. The canister explodes into a copper-tungsten shrapnel mix so keep an eye on your surroundings, I don’t want anyone getting hit by these things. Any other questions?” Captain Garcia asked.

The room was silent. After a few moments Captain Garcia tapped the podiums touch pad again, bringing up another overlay.

“Alright then, on to operational deployment.” The man said, continuing his previous formalized tone. “This is going to be a join Coalition Op.” Some groans could be heard from the troopers. Captain Garcia ignored them and continued. “Right now we are heading to rendezvous with Commonwealth ship HMS Irwin and Union ship USS Jefferson where we will be taking on troops from ANZAC’s Fifth Marine Expeditionary Force and US Army’s Twentieth Light Mechanized Infantry. The game plan is as follows.”

A region of the image became highlighted. “One hundred-fifth Airborne will insert via orbital drop at this location, five K south of the outpost. First Company will then proceed along this route to this elevated point two K from the outpost and establish a Forward Operating Base for our Forward Air Controllers. Once that is set Second and Third platoons will move southwest until they rendezvous with Fifth Marines. A detachment of Fifth Marines will have already linked up with the Twentieth Mechanized in the east. The main assault will begin once all units are set and Forward Air Control has confirmed and marked the enemy bunkers and anti-air.

“JDAMS will be dropped from orbiting A-100’s who will provide close air support as needed. Operational objectives are to neutralize all threats and retrieve the hostages. ROE’s are the same as normal, no firing on civilians unless they fire on you first, everything else is fair game. Questions?” The room was silent once again. “Alright, your platoon leads have all the necessary information. Get with them if you need to. Dismissed.”

With that, First Company stood and began filing out of the auditorium. Not long after leaving John felt a pair of hands on his shoulders. He turned to see his squad mates Johan Washington and Neal Ford flanking him.

“No rest for the wicked, huh?” Johan said as he gave John a firm smack on the back.

“Fuckin’ Aussies though man.” Neal chirped in before John could speak. “They’re always ‘Fuckin Cunt’ this and ‘Fuckin Noice’ that. Why don’t we just use the marine detachment here on the Houston?”

“Politics.” John was finally able to get in. “A Commonwealth ship found the place so they want ANZAC there to represent. Besides the grunts here are trained for ship to ship, not foot to ground.”

This comment produced a small laugh from Neal.

“Don’t want to get their precious gear all dirty. Oorah, huh?” Neal said as he made a mock marine style salute.

It was Johan’s turn to laugh this time.

“Well at least the Yankee’s you can understand. Similar history and all that,”

The group continued down the hall eventually turning into the common room that was set aside for the 105th. The room was filled with the indistinct chatter of his fellow paratroopers. John took a quick look around the room. There were a couple of new faces among the crowd.

New transfers, John thought. Such was life in the military. A sharp whistle followed by a yell caught his attention. John looked over to see his squad leader, Sergeant Robert Miller, beckoning him over. Johan, John and Neal quickly jogged over to meet him.

“What’s up sarge?” Neal inquired.

“Deployment assignments.” Sergeant Miller responded, iskenderun escort handing each of them a tablet. “We’ll be moving with the rest of First Platoon to meet up with the Aussies after they establish Forward Air Control.”

John studied the pad. It had a location map with a GPS along with several general equipment and movement orders. That was when something caught his eye.

“I see we’re using standard equipment, no hardsuits. The planets atmosphere is breathable?” John asked.

“Yeah it seems that way.” Miller replied. “Intel says the planet had a terraforming project that went belly up about a century ago. Instead of packing up some alien bigwig decided it would be more cost effective to just leave everything half finished. Atmosphere has grown pretty decent in that time. Oxygen value is about seventy per cent that of Earth at point-eight gee. Much higher nitrogen values to C-O-Two, but such is the stuff of life. I think Intel said there are some very basic moss and lichen growing in patches on the surface.”

“Planet should be a nice vacation spot in about three million years then.” Neal said grinning.

“Don’t reserve your condo just yet Ford.” Miller said. “We still have to evict some deadbeats.”

This produced a smirk from all three paratroopers.

“Deployment is at oh-six-hundred tomorrow.” Miller said. “Get some chow and some rest and be geared up and in the bay by oh-four-hundred. I got to go round up the rest of you. Dismissed.”

All three men gave a crisp salute and turned to leave the common room. John slipped the tablet into one of his uniforms side pockets and adjusted his patrol hat.

“So… Mess hall?” Neal asked pointing his fingers in the general direction.

John gave a sweeping hand motion that said ‘lead on’ and followed Neal and Johan down the corridor. The corridor was just as busy as it always was at this time. It was centered firmly inside the ‘Ground Pounders’ area of the ship. All that meant was that this hallway was the main access point to the barracks for the 105th and ship board marine detachment. There was also room for another unit and a half if need be. The armory and flight deck also had access points from this corridor.

The whole area was only slightly more full than normal. Marines and Troopers mingling in groups among themselves. A couple of naval crewmen in their recognizable navy blue and gray uniforms shuffled cautiously between the groups of ground pounders. Obviously trying not to attract attention. It wasn’t uncommon to see crew from the Houston in this area, but as a general rule the regular naval crew tended to stay away.

Too much testosterone and bravado packed into a small tin can dulls the brain, they would say. John wasn’t sure about the brain drain part, but there was something about being inside a vacuumed sealed titanium can. John had grown up under blue skies and warm light on Earth. The artificial lighting on board the Houston was just that, lighting. Not to mention the gravity. Artificial gravity, while a close approximation, had it’s quirks.

It probably didn’t help that it was a relatively new technology as well. Occasionally you would find yourself walking down a corridor, minding your own business in the standard 1 G when suddenly everything is lighter or worse, heavier. If you were really unlucky there wouldn’t be anything at all. Zero G in a line across the hallway.

Of course you can’t see it until you are in it, and by that time it’s already too late. It had happened to John a few times. He would be minding his own business when suddenly he could feel himself in a line of Zero G. Usually the area effected was small, maybe a little less than half a meter. But it was still enough to cause your body’s momentum to shift you forwards. At best it would trip you up, at worse it would cause you to fall flat on your face.

There was no sense in reporting it. The engineering teams would already know about it anyways. Anytime there was so much as a hiccup in the ships power network, a dozen different alarms would be going off to the engineers. Such is the necessity of redundancy. Fortunately John hadn’t hit any Zero G pockets in quite some time. Could be that they were finally starting to get the system down.

The three Troopers arrived at the mess hall without much delay. It was a fairly massive room which could probably seat about 200 people at capacity. And by the look of it, it was getting pretty close. John and his squadmates grabbed some empty trays and got in line for the dispensers. The wait wasn’t that long and before they knew it they were filling their trays with protein in all the flavors of the rainbow.

They had fake Spaghetti, fake chicken, fake beans… and oh hey, fake peach juice. John decided to indulge himself and grabbed some fake spaghetti with fake meatballs over fake sauce, some actual real toast, to his surprise, and a glass of peach juice. His comrades had already finished xnxx porno and were waving him over to their table.

Neal and Johan were already sitting with a couple of other troopers from his unit. John recognized some of them. Alfie Kenzington from First Platoon Bravo Squad, Romeo Garcia also First Platoon Bravo squad, and finally Sonja Ramirez from Second Platoon. John didn’t know which squad she was from, but it didn’t really matter.

Sonja was one of only five women in all of the 105th, and strictly off limits, as their commander liked to remind them. That was fine though, she wasn’t really John’s type anyways. It wasn’t that she wasn’t attractive, it was that she was one of them. A… sister-in-arms, and you don’t do things like that with your sister.

“So what’d ya get?” Neal asked as John sat down next to him and Alfie.

“Faketti and pseudo-meatballs.” John replied, feigning enthusiasm.

“Ah faketti, classic. Went with Faked Beans myself.” Neal said, picking up a spoonful and shoving it in his mouth. “Really ish the besht kind of protein.” He said, not bothering to swallow.

“Shut the fuck up Ford and eat your food! Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?” John could hear Romeo say.

“Nah, she was too busy fuckin every guy who gave her a compliment. No time for teachin’ the younguns when you have dicks to suck.” Neal replied, shoving another spoonful in his mouth.

“Your family’s fucked up man.” Romeo said more as a general statement than anything else.

“That’s why I got you guys right? To keep me on the straight and narrow.” Neal said while putting his arms around both John and Johan shoulders, pulling them close to him.

“Yeah, just don’t ask me to suck your dick.” Romeo fired back once more.

“I wouldn’t worry about it Garcia, you ain’t got those dick sucking lips.” John could hear Johan say.

Neal just shrugged and looked down towards Sonja. “Ramirez?” He asked coyly.

“Fuck off Ford.” His reply came. “Not in your wildest dreams.”

“Eh… at least I got my beans.” Neal said, shoving another mouthful and chewing loudly.

John started to dig into his own meal. The ‘faketti’ looked about the same as it tasted. Like bland wet noodles in a bland sauce with something that might pass for meat. Not fantastic but you took what you could get when you were out in space.

Besides, the nutritional guides assured him that it had all the necessary protein, vitamins and fiber that his diet required. He guessed there was no accounting for taste. The toast was good though.

“So I heard the Aussies are on board.” Alfie said, breaking the short silent between the troopers. “They’re down in the deployment bay with the Yanks.”

“Mmm,” Sonja sighed contently. “I think I might try to pick me up a kiwi. Those accents of theirs makes me wet.”

“Oh god Ramirez, I don’t want to hear that!” John said, fork mid lift to his mouth.

“I do.” Neal perked up. “Keep going.”

Johan promptly gave Neal a punch in the shoulder, followed by a very curt ‘ow’ from him.

“So where are they bunking anyways?” Romeo asked, attempting to steer the conversation away.

“I dunno. I think just on the floor of the deployment bay.” Alfie responded. “I don’t think they saw a point of putting them up in the barracks since they are just going to be leaving tomorrow anyways.”

“Alright!” Said Neal enthusiastically. “Camp out in the deployment bay! I’ll bring the marshmallows. Won’t be able to light a fire but there should be enough heat coming from between Ramirez’s thighs that it shouldn’t be a problem.”

This caused another punch in the shoulder from Johan.

“Goddamn Ford, do you come with an off switch?” Romeo said as a chuckle escaped his lips.

“Haven’t been able to find one yet, Sarge.” Neal replied giving a big contented grin.

“Ya’ll are just jealous I’m going to get laid tonight.” Sonja said, picking up her tray and heading towards the recycler.

“Just don’t get pregnant before drop time!” Neal began to yell as Sonja walked away, flipping him off as she went. “Orbital drops aren’t good for babies! Also remember to wrap it before you tap it! And you can’t get pregnant if it’s in your throat! Ow! Fucker! That one actually hurt.” Johan had punched him in the shoulder again, causing Neal to rub the assailed area profusely.

“You’re going to get yourself in trouble one of these days.” John said, giving him a punch on his shoulder as well for good measure.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s all fun and games until you get stuck with a sexual harassment suit. You sound like my guidance councilor..”

John just shook his head. “She sounds like a reasonable lady, you should have listened to her.”

“It was a him actually.” Neal decided to point out, obviously ignoring the hint that he should shut up. “Very feminine and flamboyant. I think he was gay.”

“Anyways,” Romeo said once again attempting to change the subject. “What’s up with these Aussies? I overheard that the Commonwealth insisted they be on the operation. What are they, some kind of Aussie space marine badasses?”

“Nah.” Alfie replied, chewing through a piece of toast. “Apparently they have experience with similar raids on outposts used by the Hvas. Mostly in ‘asset retrieval’.” Alfie said with air quotes.

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Author’s Note: WARNING!!! Before reading on please be aware of the following: This story contains lesbian sex, witchcraft, body alterations via magic, breast expansion, and pregnancy of the breasts. If this is a turn off to you in anyway, do not read on. If you find this appealing, read on and please leave feedback. Enjoy.

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She was just trying to have some fun with them. Most witches had become so dull and boring in the past century, though it was understandable, considering the frequent hunts. However, to Vala, it didn’t seem like a good enough excuse to shut oneself inside a cavern for the rest of their lives. But that was just what had been done, and for longer than she cared to remember, she had been a part of this. Then she had played one little prank, trying to use magic on a fellow coven member for some fun of the sexual variety, and now here she was. Many of the witches looked on her in sorrow as she was forced to leave.

It would do no good to fight against it. Vala knew the decision was final. The Elder had made it after all, even if it had been at the behest of Vala’s target. It made no difference that the defendant was in line to take the place as Elder of the coven, nor that she was possibly the most powerful witch in the past century. She had given into her base desires, something far from desirable in an Elder, as such that right had been stripped away from her. And now, without such a promising future to protect her, she was exiled.

They didn’t simply look at her for the fact that one of their own was leaving. It was the fact that she was being forced into the realm of humans, a place where a witch couldn’t possibly survive, at least that’s what they believed given the numerous hunts. Vala however, already had a contingency plan for such an occasion. For weeks now, she had been sneaking out of the coven to mingle among the mortals, thus giving her a place to be, though she couldn’t reveal her abilities without being hunted, of that she was certain. However, enough time had passed and she was on mostly friendly terms with the nearby village.

Although it might have been easier if the coven had adhered to tradition. Vala looked down at her hands, the skin flawless despite many people’s interpretation about witches, and summoned a small amount of her magical power. Between her fingertips sparks began to fly, before she cut it off. Ordinarily, a witch that was removed from her coven lost all magical power, however times had changed and they felt it no longer wise to do so. If only to give the fallen witch a fighting chance against the brutish humans.

As such, Vala was able to keep all of her abilities. She had no intention of using it to defend herself, unless absolutely necessary, however it would no doubt come to her assistance in the coming days and weeks. As she neared the village, Vala spied a single figure moving towards her. It was heavily covered in clothing, with a long scarf of sorts flailing in the air behind it, even so the exiled witch could tell it was a female. The woman came closer until Vala could clearly make out her face, particularly the faint mark on her cheek.

“I never expected another witch to be out here.” She said in greeting. The other witch grinned tightly. Vala could now she had a large shawl over her head and chest, with her lips barely on display.

“It’s not that hard when you can barely summon a small gust of wind.” She replied, her voice bitter. Vala gave her a sympathetic look.

“So you were exiled as well.” She stated.

“Yes,” The other witch answered anyway, “My name is Rala, and I was wondering if you could help me.” Rala removed her shawl, revealing her aged appearance to Vala, who let out a gasp of shock. It wasn’t at her technical sister’s age, but rather at the young child Rala held against her chest. Vala could tell at a glance that the small child was Rala’s own.

“It’s yours? But… but how?” Among the witches it was forbidden to sleep with a human male, an offense punishable by death or exile if discovered. It had even reached the point that, when a witch takes an apprentice, they are taught that sleeping with a man would result in total loss of their magic, something that was almost as important to a witch as their very lives.

Rala looked down at her child, smiling slightly.

“I’ve never laid with a man” She told Vala, who’s eyes widened at this.

“Then how?” She asked, curious as to how a witch could conceive without a man’s sperm. Vala was studious, having learnt quickly from her teacher, and further her own education after that. She was prideful in the fact that she had read every book her coven had to offer. Rala grinned at her sister.

“If you help me get my magic back, I’ll give you a very rare book of spells.” Rala knew she was successful in luring the other witch in, having guessed correctly by the strength of her magical power she had displayed, that Vala was a knowledge hungry witch.

“I don’t know… that turk porno would be against the rules of the coven.” She said automatically.

“That may be so, but you no longer belong to a coven, do you?” Rala reminded Vala, who grinned like a young girl caught stealing sweets.

“Well then, let’s get started.” Vala directed her elder to a nearby rock, where she sat and began chanting under her breath in low murmurs. Rala was surprised at how easily Vala was able to cast the spell, something that required six hours to cast by the Elder of a coven at the very least, and yet the young witch, barely past twenty years of age, was almost finished within less than half that time. It was noon when Vala had begun, completing it just as the sun began its slow descent.

“Done.” She said with a grin. Rala looked at her in disbelief, before raising a finger and summoned a small spark of power, something that had been exceptionally difficult for her since her exile, but now as easy as flexing a muscle. Testing it again, she summoned a small breeze to cool herself in the warming spring weather.

“I can’t believe it. You must have been on the verge of being made Elder.” She stated in shock, to which Vala shrugged.

“I didn’t desire such a position, after all who would enjoy so much responsibility?” She said, chuckling as she stood, “Now, where is my payment?” Rala quickly reached into a satchel at her side and pulled out a book, bound in a worn out leather. As Vala turned it onto its front to read the title, her empowered sister was already heading back to her town. Vala blinked at the name, reading it aloud to make sure she was reading it correctly.

“‘Spells of Carnal Desires’.” It was a spell book she had never heard of, and Vala was almost certain that she had read up on all of them, even if she had never actually read them all herself. Naturally curious, Vala opened the book to its first page, where she immediately read a couple of lines, before shutting the book. A grin, albeit one born partially from embarrassment, on her face. It was very interesting to say the least.

After putting the book into a satchel she had left with, Vala headed to her destination. The town wasn’t far from the home of her coven, less than half a day’s walk, but it was less for a witch. Many would believe that witches were only adept at magic, however many are exceptionally fit. While Vala was remarkable in her ability to cast spells, she made certain not to neglect her body, which reaped the benefit of her daily exercises. As she jogged along the path, Vala couldn’t help but think of her own body.

It was hard not to. Her movements caused her breasts to bounce wildly, not that she felt any discomfort, having cast a lifelong spell for such purposes. They were magnificent, if she did say so herself, their shape perfect for being cupped, though their size was too much for a single hand to hold. Not that it would matter, since many witches practiced abstinence from sexual activities, with themselves or each other. Vala was rare among her sisters for being sexually promiscuous.

Her waist was thin and well kept. She didn’t have a need for a corset, as many human women did, since her breasts sat on her chest proudly. Her hips flared nicely, ideal for birthing, something that could possibly happen if she mastered her new spell book. Vala’s rear was perfectly shaped, the cheeks rounded and firm to the eye, however, as she would gladly tell, they were soft to the touch. On some days, when she had felt particularly lonesome in the coven, Vala wished she could clone herself.

Sadly, even with her great magical power, that was a thing of fantasy. She sighed and slowed down slightly, the fencing of a local farm coming into view. Vala knew her new home was close by, having chosen its location based upon its proximity to the farm and towns. She would be able to assist the farmers in exchange for food, at least she hoped so, and head into the town for anything else she might require. The times she had ventured this far, it had been dark, with most of the humans being inside. Now however, she was out before nightfall.

Vala walked along the path. She had no intention of looking around, already aware of the area and the animals that occupied the farmland, but her gaze was soon captivated by something of great interest. Walking back from a barn, was a young woman, clearly a maiden. She was carrying a pail of sloshing fluid, most likely milk. Her body was covered in a long dress, though one covered in holes and dirt marks. Vala assumed it was the nicest thing the farm girl owned.

It was an uncommon sight for many at that time. To see a girl, one of suitable marrying age at that, doing the work most would leave to men. She ignored the jeers many would throw in her direction, focusing on the job at hand. Vala found herself staring, even wandering to the fencing to get a closer look. The young woman noticed and put the pail down, heading sikis izle over to see what she needed.

“Hello, madam. Can I help you?” With such a close up view, Vala had to gulp. The woman, while not the most elegant or beautiful lady in the land, was far from ugly. Her nose was small and situated well on her face, above it her oak green eyes all but shone with life, while her lips were full if somewhat colourless.

“Madam?” The woman repeated, bringing Vala back to reality.

“Hmm, oh yes, I’m sorry. I am new to this place.” The woman smiled slightly.

“And you’re not accustomed to seeing a woman doing a man’s job, I assume?” Vala looked away and grinned a little.

“I would not say that, where I’m from, the women do most of the work. But it is rare for someone as beautiful as yourself to be doing this.” Vala said. The woman blushes and looks away bashfully.

“Thank you, madam.”

“Please, call me Vala.” She said, raising a hand, which the woman soon took.

“O-okay, Vala. You can call me Daisy, if you would like?” Vala grinned and shook Daisy’s hand.

“Yes, I would like to. Well, I must be off. My new home awaits.” She said in parting, taking one last, proper, look over her new friend’s body. Daisy’s body was toned from her daily work, with slender arms and a lithe build, however the fat that was on her body was taken in the right places. This gave the farm girl slight, but fitting, curves to her toned form. Vala unconsciously licked her lips as she turned away.

“Stop by if you need anything, Vala. My family is always eager to help newcomers.” Daisy called as she left. Vala waved at her new friend, while her mind journeyed back to her new possession. The book was true to its name, assuming the opening lines were to be believed. She knew not to bring it into the open on the road, since it was bound in leather, an expensive luxury at that time. Being mugged was extremely low on Vala’s list.

Eventually, she left the farmland. She came to a fork in the path, however she was already familiar with the way to go, taking the direction away from the town. A short time later, she saw a small house coming into view. It was more of a cabin, built from high quality wood, with a single window facing in her direction. A fire was already lit, the chimney sending smoke into the air. Vala couldn’t help but grin to herself, having built the structure herself, granted she had used magic. It was still somewhat impressive for her first attempt.

Inside she sighed happily. It was warm, a nice contrast to the growing chill of the outside. A fire burned in the fireplace, casting its warmth about, eager to share. It had been a simple matter to enchant home so that the fire would light when she came within a set distance. As previously mentioned, the home was small, the opening room comprising much of the space. In front of the fireplace sat a comfortable chair, which Vala had conjured herself, while she had a modest kitchen. A single oven and sink.

If Vala had desired, she could have lived in castle. However, she chose such humble abode for two key reasons; the first being that it was small, but cosy. The fire warming the home quickly. The second was her desire to be as inconspicuous as possible, especially within the vicinity of humans. She had another floor above her, where her bed awaited her until needed. With the protection of her home, Vala sat in her chair, sighing happily as she all but sank into the soft seat. She took off her cloak and satchel.

She quickly opened it up and pulled out her new book. It was large, with several hundred pages, each filled to the brim with all new material for Vala to learn. She ran her hand over the cover, almost disbelieving that such a book existed, however she was glad it did. Vala waved a hand, a mug appearing from thin air, while an invisible bottle poured her some cider. She took the mug and sipped at it, before putting it back and opening the book once more. Throughout the night, she poured over the spells and descriptions.

When the morning came, Vala found herself asleep in the chair. The book was open on her lap, with papers littered about with her personal notes. Many of the spells were actually very simplistic, often changing a word or two in existing spells to make them sexual in nature, however Vala was eager to change that. Within a single evening, she had created far stronger versions of the spells she had learned thus far.

Something she had come to notice is how the book was clearly written by different people. It was certainly a curious discovery, to find that several witches had clearly been like her and desired sexual contact, though many were perverted on a scale Vala had only dreamed of. For instance, a spell claimed to alter the body, causing the target to grow phallic appendages from their back. They would be exceptionally long and prehensile, almost like an octopuses tentacles. Vala was curious as to what that porna would be like, however she would wait for such a large alteration.

She had reached the middle of the book when she had fallen asleep. She yawned and looked down at it, instantly seeing that all of the spells were centred on breasts in one form or another. Each of them focusing on enhancements, whether it was to make them bigger, perkier, or to produce more milk for a child. Vala looked down at her own chest. Her bust was already larger than most, however she couldn’t deny a small desire for them to be bigger, but it could wait. She would make these spells her own before using any of them.

She wasn’t sure how long it would take, however she was patient. Although, she found herself distracted at that time. It was the morning, Daisy would no doubt be out working at that time. It was strange to Vala. She felt a desire for the girl that she had never felt before. Even in her coven, where she had seen many a beautiful women, they didn’t capture her attention like Daisy had. Maybe it was the way she carried herself? Confident, strong, but also tender. Or perhaps it was something else.

Unable to come to a conclusion, Vala stood. Another visit may help her, besides she needed to introduce herself to her neighbours. Back on the path, she soon saw the farm come into view, and there, working on the fields, was Daisy. Vala could hardly keep her eyes from her. Daisy was little more than a faint figure in the distance, but Vala was certain of who it was, as such she approached. The farm had a gate, on which a bell was rigged to go off at the time that someone opened it.

The young witch did just that. Almost before she could close it, a fairly young couple walked up to her from the farm house. Vala could tell quickly that they were Daisy’s parents. They were visibly young though, appearing to barely be past the age of thirty each, though it was probably just her imagination. Ignoring their young appearance, Vala introduced herself.

“Hello, my name is Vala. I just arrived in town and I was wondering if I could help on your farm?” The couple frowned at this.

“You sure? A pretty young lady like yourself shouldn’t need to work for a living.” The mother stated, looking Vala up and down, a brief flash of jealousy in her eyes. The witch gave a small smile.

“Believe me, I’ve heard it many times before. I would prefer to work for myself, better than being forced to please a husband or act as something for filth to gander at.” She explained, letting a small amount of venom seep into her tone when she mentioned the words ‘husband’ and ‘filth’. She had no real hatred towards them, however she chose the way she spoke carefully, knowing the couple would most likely feel sympathy towards her. It worked as she had expected.

The two shared a brief look.

“Well, Daisy has been doing much of the hard labour,” The mother said, resting a hand on her husband’s back, looking slightly worried. If Vala had to guess, she would say that he had suffered a severe injury some time ago, making him unable to do much work.

“But we can’t pay very well.” He said, to which Vala grinned and shook her head.

“No payment needed. All I ask is maybe some food to take home?” She said. With only a brief moment of hesitation, the father nodded.

“Okay, I’ll get you some work clothes, I think Daisy’s spares will fit.” He said and left to get them. Just then, Daisy walked up and smiled slightly, recognising Vala.

“Oh, hello again, Vala.” The witch nearly sighed at the sound of the voice. While Daisy’s parents tone was somewhat rough, sounding much how one would expect a farmer to sound, however Daisy spoke softly, though her voice was clear and projected well. It was a stark contrast and one that served to highlight how ill-suited she seemed for farm work.

“Hello, Daisy.” Vala said simply, not trusting herself. Daisy gave another small grin, before heading into the house. Her father returned soon after, with a tattered dress, one even worse off than what Daisy had worn yesterday. Vala took it gladly however and left to change. In short time she was joining Daisy on her usual day of chores and other laborious deeds.

“I have to admit, I didn’t think you would tolerate this much work.” Daisy noted, the two sitting on a small blanket and eating their lunch.

“Like I said, where I’m from, the women do most of the work.” Vala laughed, trying to keep her eyes from Daisy, who gave a small smirk in response. As the day wore on, the witch found herself enjoying Daisy’s company more and more. The maiden was kind and soft spoken, however she could also be boisterous and funny when the mood was right.

“Daisy?” Vala asked as they shovelled hay in the barn.

“Yes?”

“Have you ever, um, had urges for women?” She asked, looking away shyly.

“Of course not, two women can’t bear children.” Daisy answered instantly, remembering the teachings her parents had instilled in her since she was a young girl.

“Of course, but… say they could? What about then?” Vala asked, recalling the book. It was delightfully perverted after all, she had no doubts it would have some way to do the impossible. Daisy simply laughed at this.

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The mood was good tonight at The Market. The crowd was obviously in sync, the music algorithms managing a nice call and response with our collective biometrics. On the dance floor, flashing bodies rose and fell as one, like technicolor waves under strobe lights. I was feeling a bit giddy, the lights and the beat and my soul all wound up in a dreamy feedback loop. I’d resisted jacking in to the club’s system for the longest time, not wanting to be manipulated, but it really was better this way. Better than being a passenger on someone else’s trip.

The guy returned to the table with our drinks. I tried to remember his name. John? Jude? It had been hard to hear over the music. I glanced at my phone again. Josh. Thank goodness we’d done a basic sync before he went to the bar.

I had his basic information and he had mine. Name, age, links to various public profiles. I knew that he had taken his time away to do a quick scan of me, just as I’d done with him.

He smiled as he slid a martini across to me. I removed the security foil. With the lights in the place, I couldn’t be sure of the color of the drink, but it didn’t matter.

Josh grinned, flashing me his dimples. Sweaty strands of hair hung in front of his gray eyes. We’d bumped into each other on the dance floor, literally, and something just clicked, like in the movies. A connection. An understanding. There was something of the rogue about him, but tonight, it seemed that he was to be my rogue.

Given the volume of the music, conversation was minimal, but it was enough to bolster the initial attraction.

It was getting late. Over the last half hour or so, the music had become somehow more sensuous. I hadn’t noticed the shift. The beat slowed and lovely undulating strains of synth wove in and out of the percussion. I could detect a woman’s gasps and moans just beneath the synth. Subtle, but unmistakable. Maybe it was just me. Maybe I was horny, feeding the music, or maybe the music was feeding me. Either way, it didn’t matter. I was glad to be jacked in finally, reassured that others were feeling the same way I did. I wondered how many of us would be doing the same thing in an hour or two.

Josh seemed amused and possibly a little smitten as he watched me swaying to the beat, moving my shoulders, knowing in doing so that he was getting an eyeful of my chest. I wondered whether his mood was represented in the atmosphere too. I hoped so. I looked for his phone to see whether it was transmitting, but it was face-down on the table.

He smiled again. He really did have lovely dimples. For him at least, the denouement of the night was a foregone conclusion. Or maybe it was just hope. I wasn’t as sure, but I was getting surer by the minute. A lot was up to Chaperon.

He held out his hand, and I took it. We were soon on the dance floor again, pasted against each other. I felt his hardness when I not so accidentally brushed against him, so I did it again, just to be sure. As we moved, I knew that my arousal was commensurate. I draped my arms lazily over his shoulders and leaned my head against his chest. He smelled nice. A hint of cologne beneath the scent of man. Better than the other way around.

His hands rested on the small of my back. I wished they would venture lower, but wishing didn’t make it so. We didn’t know each other’s limits yet, so I appreciated his restraint. I took a chance and moved my hips to see whether his hands would succumb to gravity, but they didn’t. If anything, Josh had good manners. There was an order to things these days.

The night was winding down when we returned to our seats. He ordered us another drink from a passing waitress. It was then that I noticed his phone on the table, face up this time. A beating red heart flashed on the screen. Like everyone these days, he had Chaperon. I’d resisted for the longest time until a hookup went bad. Since then, Chaperon had proved its worth, filtering out those whose fetishes outpaced mine, providing a level of security when I wanted to go for it.

Josh looked so puppy dog hopeful when he glanced between his phone and me that I had to laugh. If it was a look that he practiced in the mirror, he needn’t have bothered. I was already convinced. I set my phone next to his and tapped the display. A heart appeared on my screen as well and we both swiped our respective displays, almost in unison. We both peered at the results.

“Phew,” he said.

“87 percent compatibility,” I read.

“Pretty good.”

“Yeah.”

We looked at each other. 87 percent was better than average for a hookup. I’d never done anything with anyone below 75 percent. It was remarkable how often even a small incompatibility could grow large when the clothes were off.

“I think we’re safe. Shall we?” I asked.

He looked relieved. “I live a few blocks away. Is that okay for you?”

“Great,” I said, remembering what a mess I’d left my bedroom in. “Your place it is.”

We held hands on the way to his place. It was chirie auto cute. Reassuring and familiar. Almost more intimate than what we would surely be doing soon. We chatted, and I learned that he was in tech, like just about everyone these days. He lived alone, was recently single for reasons he didn’t divulge, had a goldfish. I also learned that he did parkour, which explained his fitness.

I liked him. To my friends, he would qualify as a trout, which was their way of saying a nice catch. I thought so too, which was why I was throwing caution to the wind and heading to his place instead of the more prudent kiss and hope for a call.

At any other time, the late night gloom and the empty streets would have made me nervous. Josh made me feel safe if I didn’t think about how easily we could be outnumbered.

Once he closed the door behind us, I turned to him. “I don’t normally do this kind of thing,” I said. “Go to a strange guy’s house, I mean.”

“Neither do I. And I don’t think I’m all that strange.”

Dimples again. I could get used to looking at those. “Really?”

“Really.” With that, he kissed me on the forehead, which struck me as odd and sweet at the same time. “Can I get you something?”

“Water, please.”

He brought me a bottle and uncapped in front of me. He was considerate, if anything. Not that I was worried about getting roofied at this point; we both knew where this was going. Besides, Chaperon wouldn’t have given him the seal of approval if he had a history of that kind of thing.

The segue from expectation to passion is often the most awkward part. I needn’t have worried. He sat next to me and traced the line of my jaw with his fingertip, gazing at me intently. My face followed the direction of his touch and we were soon kissing, tentatively at first, and then as though our lives depended on it. Where had this hunger come from? Weird how it could go from tentative to blazing in seconds.

“Come,” he said. He held out his hand. I took it and followed him to the bedroom.

It was real. It was going to happen. There was no discussion, no negotiation. I guess it wasn’t necessary. I didn’t feel nervous about it. Not really.

Before things got going, we both took a moment to position our phones. He set his on the bedside table, leaning it against a lamp. I wanted a wider field, so perched mine on a dresser opposite the bed. I checked the screen to make sure that most of the room was in view. I didn’t want my phone barking at me if we got out of range. Then, I pressed the connect icon and ensured that the Chaperon uplink was working. I couldn’t imagine what it would have been like not having these interactions recorded. If things went badly off the rails, Chaperon would hit its panic button. Even if it never came to that, it was prudent these days to have a record. From what I understood, when it came to he-said/she-said, the deeper voice tended to get the benefit of the doubt. Or better lawyers. It was safer this way, having the proof up in the cloud, ready to rain down like God’s own wrath if ever it was needed.

“Are we good?” he asked.

I checked my phone one last time. “Yeah.”

Another kiss, more contemplative and tender this time. I felt on firmer footing now. More relaxed. More secure.

At length, I leaned away from him. “Let me,” I said.

He stood still as I unbuttoned his shirt. I liked the act of the slow unveiling, especially the unveiling of someone who obviously took care of himself. I traced the tattoo that covered his right shoulder and part of his chest. I hadn’t taken him for a tattoo kind of guy. I liked it though.

My hands alit on his jeans. I hesitated a moment. I didn’t expect a squawk and there wasn’t one. Good. A prohibition against this would have been well and truly weird. Impatiently, I pushed his pants down his legs, together with his underwear. As he stepped out of them, I cradled his balls in my hands.

I liked this… being dressed while the object of my attentions was naked. It gave me a little thrill of power, not to mention the ability to get out of dodge if things went south. I didn’t expect them to, but a girl couldn’t be too careful, Chaperon notwithstanding.

I stroked him while we kissed. His cock felt thick and heavy in my hand. Average in length, but above average in girth. Eventually, I sank to my knees before him. The symbolic submissiveness of kneeling didn’t bother me. I was dressed; he wasn’t. He was vulnerable, and I held his manhood in my hands. Pleasure, for now, was mine to give. There was a certain power in it.

I noticed how expectant his breathing had become and how he sighed a deep exhalation when I wrapped my lips around the bulbous head of his cock. I liked the taut smoothness of it, the engorgement that rendered it hard against my tongue. He was kempt down there. Not baby smooth, which always unsettled me for reasons I chose not to explore, but trimmed and neat. I flicked my tongue over the slit and liked the denizli escort bayan taste of him. It wasn’t always the case, but this was good.

Tightening my fingers around his base, I took him slowly into my mouth, feeling the ripples of veins against my lips. From my position, I looked up at him, taking him as far as I could. On the withdrawal, I allowed my teeth to gently rake against his hardness, a reminder that my submissiveness was conditional and mostly illusory.

His low moan was music to my ears. This would be good, I thought. I was momentarily alarmed when his hands alit on my head, but they simply followed my actions without interfering or encouraging.

“Uncle,” he gasped a few minutes later. I grinned up at him, lips firmly encircling his manhood. Let him have this picture. I was pleased with myself that I’d caused his knees to weaken. He took my hand and pulled me to my feet. A kiss followed, hot and deep, and then he surprised me by pushing me onto the bed. “Your turn.”

Josh quickly divested me of my clothing. He didn’t make a show of it, and I didn’t mind. His lips navigated me from head to pussy, lingering at my breasts. His head was soon framed between my legs as he knelt at the foot of the bed. Wow, I thought. All of this without asking for it. His agile tongue flitted over my clit, sending immediate jolts of pleasure through me.

He was a natural, alternating slow, desultory licks with the flat of his tongue with intense pressure with the tip. All the while, his fingers navigated my folds, exploring, dipping within and then spreading my arousal liberally around my flesh.

At some point, a finger brushed my anus. Whether intentionally or by accident, I didn’t know. Chaperon remained mute, its view evidently blocked. Then, the sensation repeated. Okay, it hadn’t been an accident. Ordinarily, I might have said something, uttered some kind of safeword known to my electronic protector, but I remained quiet. Truth was, it felt good, especially combined with the magic his tongue was working. It was a gentle touch, nothing too insistent, certainly nothing with strong intent. Just a touch, but a touch enough to prod me along.

Josh redoubled his efforts, pushing all of my buttons — those I was familiar with and some that I hadn’t fully appreciated until now. Cresting a rising wave, I didn’t care what he was pushing, so long as he kept doing it. And he did. Pushing, cajoling, and spooling me up until I inevitably unwound with a gasp.

While I groaned and mewled, his fingers and tongue were everywhere. In the moment, I didn’t know precisely what he was doing, only that it was overwhelming in its effect. Everything down there had become a single, electric erogenous zone.

When I finally returned from the land of gasping gibberish, I said, “You’re an artist.”

He smiled.

“Lie down,” I said. “You worked so hard…”

I leaned over him, straddling his waist, my nipples just barely touching his skin.

He buried his hand in my hair and pulled my head back. His lips met my bared throat and his hot breath warmed my skin. Unexpectedly, a moan slipped out from between my parted lips just as my phone blared an alarm. I’d forgotten; I’d entered hair pulling as a trigger after my last date. I’d also forgotten how sexy it could be when done in the right context. This was the right context, but Chaperon had no way of knowing.

“What’s wrong?”

“Override,” I gasped.

“Provide your password to confirm.” This from my phone.

I hadn’t recorded a voice password, meaning that I would have to type it in manually. “Shit.” And now I had to admit to Josh that I was a newb. “I didn’t configure it completely.”

“It’s not that important.”

“Do you mind? I have a hair-pulling thing. Or thought I did.”

“I can live without it.”

“Okay. I’ll fix it sometime. I’m sorry.”

Chaperon would be more watchful now, its sensitivity kicked up to a higher level. I’d been dumb and lazy. There was nothing for it now.

His hands fell to my lower back. They were safe there. I tried to put Chaperon out of my mind as I angled my hips and felt the warmth of his cock at my entrance. I hoped that the alarm hadn’t killed the mood. By the look on Josh’s face as his cock tickled my vulva, I needn’t have worried. He was more than ready. So was I. I bit my lip and concentrated as I pressed against the unyielding hardness of his erection, felt its head slip within me. I rocked back and forth, just shallow thrusts for now, and thrilled at the anticipation of engulfing him completely. I wanted this to last, so I teased him for another minute before slowly claiming him.

When I finally took all of him, I sat up and stayed there for a moment, relishing the sense of fullness, the feeling of having something vibrant and hard within me. His fingertips toyed with my nipples. His eyes were closed and a faint smile played on his lips. He looked blissfully innocent in that moment, tousled, lips parted, antalya escort and given over to pleasure. I must have looked the same way, but had no way of knowing.

“You feel good,” he said.

I answered by rising just a little and then bottoming out again, pressing my tingling clit against him. He felt good too. We moaned simultaneously and laughed at the inadvertent porniness it. I much preferred laughter to earnestness at moments like this. For a first time with someone, I felt strangely at ease with Josh. Our easy rapport made me feel as though we’d been doing this forever.

I dropped down again and kissed the tip of his nose. Goofy, but I was in a mood.

His hands rested lightly on my ass. When I started rocking on him, I noticed how a finger moved to the cleft, tracing it as I rose and fell upon him. Despite what I was doing and the delirious feelings elsewhere, my thoughts focussed on the finger channelled between my cheeks. I was hyper aware of how close it was to my anus, its distance when I drove onto him, its delicious proximity when I withdrew. Almost involuntarily, I arched my back, inviting him to touch it, bringing the finger to its evident target.

I’d never made a habit of offering my ass as an erogenous destination for anyone, but for whatever reason, I did now. The unsolicited and expert tongue lashing he’d subjected me to gave me the warm and fuzzies about him. Maybe I’d just been waiting for the right guy, someone who didn’t badger me about it. If I was going to give up this part of me, I wanted it to be on my terms. Maybe that was the difference. That and the fact that I was close to coming again.

“Do you have lube?” I asked.

He reached over and fumbled around his bedside table. At last he found it. I held my breath as he anointed his finger and returned it to where it was before. Its slipperiness brushed my anus as I moved. I sighed. There was nothing insistent about his touch. Nothing demanding. It was pleasant… no, it was more than pleasant. It was fucking hot.

I continued to move. At length, his fingertip breached my tight opening.

I gasped something, a combination of obscenity and animal growl. As I moved, his finger slipped in and out of me. I did nothing to limit the intrusion, voiced no disapproval, because at that moment, it was the best thing I’d ever felt. I gave myself over to the sensation and the naughtiness of it.

And now, the thing that I’d denied myself forever was the thing I wanted most.

I slowed down to prolong the moment. “Don’t come,” I said.

Josh groaned. He must have been close. “Why?”

“Because I think I want you there.”

“There?”

I tightened myself around his finger.

“Really?”

“I’ve never done it before.”

“Oh.”

“But I want to.”

“Are you sure?”

It astounded me that he was asking. Most guys wouldn’t. “Yes.”

I didn’t know why it was so important to me to do this now. But at that moment, I wanted to feel every sensation my body was capable of. It might have been the lingering effects of the drinks, or more likely my comfort with Josh. Maybe I was just ready to throw caution to the wind. Whatever the reason, I was fixated on the thought.

I lifted off of him and positioned myself in the center of the bed, on my hands and knees. I still couldn’t quite believe I was doing this, especially of my own volition.

Josh moved behind me.

“Lube,” I gasped. “Lots.”

“I know.”

“Quickly, before I change my mind.”

He dove into my pussy from behind while his fingers prepared my rear passage. I felt a renewed application of lube, followed by the slow insertion of his finger. He moved it in and out, and my toes curled as I buried my head in a pillow to stifle the mortifying noise I was about to make. I felt myself stretching as he added another finger. If his fingers felt this huge, how would I be able to take his cock?

He withdrew and I could sense that he was gooping up his erection. Then, seconds later, I could feel him there, pressing.

I had a moment of dissociation, as though I wasn’t quite present. As though I were borrowing someone else’s body for this act. My heart thumped in my chest and I came back to myself, feeling at once dirty and in control.

At that moment, a loud alarm erupted from my phone. Both of us froze. It took me a moment realize what was happening. Chaperon. Damn, I thought. In the headiness of the moment, I’d forgotten about it. It must have recognized the configuration of our bodies as one of the hard limits I’d set.

“Override,” I said, knowing that it wouldn’t work.

“Provide your password to confirm.”

“Should I stop?” asked Josh

“No,” I said. “It’s okay,” I said, louder, for the benefit of the software.

“Are you sure?” I could detect an undercurrent of nervousness in his voice.

“Yeah. Just be gentle, okay?”

“I’ll do my best. Just let me know if it’s too much.”

“Provide your password to confirm.”

I groaned in frustration.

“That phone of yours is a real buzz kill,” he said.

“I know.” It was. I’d have to do some serious reconfiguring in the morning. “Turn it off.”

“Are you sure?”

“We still have yours.” It occurred to me that his phone had remained silent throughout. “Do you have any limits?”

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This story can be described as an extravagant daydream from a male perspective. Which explains why the concept is ludicrous. English is not my first language so I apologize for mistakes in grammar and spelling. All characters in the story are above the age of eighteen.

3: The Coronation

It is time for your coronation.

Prince Cumagan will become king Cumagan, the fourth with that name. The cathedral is prepared. The guests and officials are gathered. Your mother and soon-to-be wife, Alisha, has rehearsed the ceremony with you, but you are still uncertain about some details. She has told you not worry. The only, truly awful thing that could happen, she claims, would be your absence. The realm would be disappointed. And in danger. It needs its king. And breeder. The most trying thing for you is that the custom prescribes twelve days of chastity before the coronation. No fucking or sucking. Not even a kiss or a hug. At the same time you have been regularly drinking concoctions to strengthen stamina and potency. Torture.

You will be happy when this day is over, you think as you step out of the carriage and onto the platform in front of the cathedral of Revonia. Around the building members of the royal guard is posted, wearing golden armor and holding lances with white and purple streamers. The entire population of the capital is out on the streets. You wave benignly to the cheering crowd and then look up at the cathedral. It is a grand structure with five towers and many niches with life-size statues of men and women. All of them nude. Around the entrance there is a fascinating arch of intertwined statues, obviously representing lovemaking. Very skillfully done. It is a sight that might make anyone want to step inside to find true religion. You gather your long purple robe, lined with white fur, around you and enter. Alone.

You cross the stone floor in a dark chamber and then arrives in the main hall. It is filled with people. All of them women, obviously. As soon as you appear everyone kneel as if on a given signal. You try to walk slowly towards the high altar with something that could be interpreted as royal dignity. You can feel the red velvet carpet against your feet. Because you are naked underneath robe, in accordance with tradition. You cautiously watch the guests. About two thirds of them seem to be noblewomen, with lavish dresses and glittering jewels. The remaining third consists of a selection of your many sisters, recognizable with their violet eye color, and a hundred young women, some fair-skinned, some dark-skinned, all of them in bridal gowns. Interestingly designed gowns. The veils does not cover their faces. The corsets does not cover their breasts. The skirts does not cover their legs. They are your brides. All of them. You feel droplets of sweat on your neck and brow.

Finally you reach the open space surrounding the high altar, with its rather overwhelming statue portraying the goddess, the ultimate mother and mistress. If you could breed her you would become the progenitor of a new race of gods and giants. The gathered dignitaries bow towards you. In front of the high altar there is a newly erected podium and on it stands your throne. It is konya escort not as luxurious as one might think, it is centuries old and no one is allowed to redecorate it. To the right of it, on a lower level, your mother sits on another throne. She is wearing a gorgeous dress, studded with diamonds. Above her massive coiffure glitters the crown. The crown of the kingdom. Your crown. The state treasurer, a curvy blonde, steps to your left side and the chief attorney, a slender brunette, steps to your right side. They take your hands and lead you towards the podium. You cannot help thinking, with some nostalgia, that you fucked the state treasurer fourteen days ago and the chief attorney twenty-one days ago. They leave you to ascend the podium on your own, which you do, stand in front of the throne and turn around. First at this moment your mother and Caronna, high priestess of Revonia, bow to you. Then you sit down on the throne. The wood creaks beneath you, but it holds together.

Caronna raises her staff of office and the congregation stands up. Caronna is in charge of the ceremony, after all this is her cathedral. There is something almost harsh over her sunburnt face, something one would not expect in a priestess serving the goddess of love, though you would still call her attractive. Sometime in the future you will investigate the body under that dark grey robe.

“Blessed be the goddess!” Caronna begins, with a voice used to public speaking, “Blessed indeed, for she has blessed this realm. An unbroken line of kings has ruled us in peace and prosperity. And this line continues today with Cumagan. He has already showed his worthiness, his devotion to the needs of the realm, his attention to the desires of his people. Rejoice! Our people shall not perish, our kingdom shall not be depopulated. Therefore we are here to honor him that should be honored above everyone else. To make him our king and supreme breeder. May his offspring fill the land! May his lineage never expire! May we deserve his seed! Blessed be Cumagan! Blessed be the Reversang dynasty! And blessed be the goddess!”

The congregation echoes: “Blessed be the goddess!”

Caronna makes a gesture and Iridina, one of your sisters, step forward. She is wearing a mantle of golden silk, glistening like metal. Her face, framed by a silvery coronet, is dazed. Caronna pulls the mantle aside. Underneath Iridina is just as naked as you are. Caronna touches her pussy lips with the head of her staff. Iridina quivers. She seems extremely sensitive at the present moment. Caronna replaces the staff with her right hand and starts caressing your sister.

“In the beginning the goddess allowed her divine juices to flow”, continues Caronna, “And the god was lured by her scent and she welcomed his body into her body and they copulated for a million years and from their mixing of fluids the world and all life in it was born. Therefore, in man and women is a divine essence, the juices that flow in mating. Copulate and you do the work of the goddess. Make love and the goddess shall bless you. God and goddess, man and woman, we fuck, we mate, we become divine. Praise to the goddess!”

During this Chirie Auto Chisinau speech Iridina has become more and more dissolved in pleasure. With extraordinary timing the orgasm spurts forward with the final words. The cries of Iridina fill the hall. Her legs bend under her and she sinks to the floor. Caronna makes a sign of benediction over her head. Then a serving girl helps Iridina to some cushions. Caronna steps up to the throne and holds her moist hand in front of your face.

“Receive the juice of woman, which originate in the goddess. With it you shall be anointed and blessed by the goddess.”

You lick her hand, a little bit hesitatingly at first and then eagerly, lapping each finger. Caronna steps back and raises her arms.

“He has received the goddess. The goddess is with him and he is with the goddess. Blessed be the goddess!”

Once again the congregation echoes: “Blessed be the goddess!”

Then your mother arises. When the folds of her dress straightens out you notice something. Her protruding belly. She is pregnant. With your child. She has not told you, successfully hidden the change until now. You want to rush up and embrace her, but realize it would disturb the proceedings. Alisha removes the crown and holds it with both hands.

“This crown I received from my husband and father. I have carried it to aid my son and king. Now I return it to him as is proper. May he possess the crown with wisdom and honor. With love and devotion, not envy or regret, do I perform this act.”

She steps over to you and offers you the crown. You touch it, not taking it yet.

“I receive this crown from my honorable mother so the unbroken lineage of kings shall not be broken. May the goddess and all my forbearers grant me wisdom and honor.”

You take the crown and place it on your head. It doesn’t really fit you, it is a bit too small, but at least it stays on your head. Alisha kneels and shouts: “Long live the king! Cumagan the fourth!”

Everyone follows her example: “Long live the king! Cumagan the fourth!”

But you do not care about the adulation. The only thing you see is your mother’s sweet face. And the only thing you feel is your hard erection. Surely those around have seen the bulge in the robe. You whisper, almost painfully: “Mother…I need you…”

“And you shall have me, my son.”

She unclasps your robe and shows your naked body to everyone. Then her mouth engulf your cock. You know that this time is special. This is not merely a blowjob, it is a proposal. That is how it is done in the realm, with the sucking of cock or licking of pussy. Your mother is asking for permission to become your wife. And the only thing in your mind is to fuck that heavenly mouth, see the love in those violet eyes, prove with your seed how much she matters to you. She pulls away from your cock and you groan in disappointment.

“My son”, she gasps, “My son and king…Will you take me as your wife?”

“Yes…By all the gods, yes!”

“The action have been performed and the words have been spoken”, interjects Caronna, “You are now husband and wife, in the eyes of the goddess.”

“Then…My wife and mother…Continue porno izle to serve me.”

“Later, my kingly son. You have other duties to perform.”

She takes your hand and together you step down from the podium. The officials have carried forth a kind of table covered with white cloth. You feel the crown being lifted from your head.

“I take care of it for now”, Alisha explains, “We do not want it to fall into the floor. Remember, you must not fuck all of them today. Just as many as you like. Or are able to.”

A bride is led to the table. Her swirling hair is bluish black. She has brown skin, small earrings and a cute smile.

“I am Guina, your majesty.”

“Glad to meet you, Guina. I…”

She drops to her knees and sucks you. The compliment dies on your lips in a hoarse groan. Guina shows great enthusiasm. After a while she looks at you.

“My king…Will you take me as your wife?”

“Yes…Yes, I will.”

Guina jumps up on the table and spreads her legs for you. The pent up energy from your enforced chastity is released. In one movement you kiss her and penetrate her pussy. She holds on to your shoulders as you pound her. Her little noises of pleasure make you wild. The table shakes under the onslaught. And with blinding haste you climax together. When the seed is seen in her pussy a chorus rings out: “Blessed be the goddess!”

Before you have time to say something to Guina she is replaced by another bride. This one has hair with the color of wheat and a wicked smile curves her intensely red lips. She doesn’t even introduce herself before going down on your cock, first lapping and then sucking. You push yourself deep in her throat and she takes you without problem. Though her eyes are moist when she asks: “Will you take me as your wife, my king?”

“Oh, I will.”

You lift her up on the table and fucks her with abandon. She encourages you with her smile and bucking body. You are going to breed this vixen. You are the breeder and she shall be breed. That is all you can think. Once again you erupt and once again the chorus rings out: “Blessed be the goddess!”

The rest of the day becomes a blur. The names elude you. All you see is faces in the throes of divine agony. All you can feel is body pressed against body, your hardness against their wetness. And you fuck and fuck and fuck.

Until you let out a sigh of relief that makes the hall reverberate and then you collapse into oblivion.

You wake slowly, feeling heavy and thirsty. Nursing hands touch you.

“Do not exert yourself, my son. Or perhaps you prefer that I use the address ‘your majesty’ from now on?”

There is humor in your mother’s voice, but also worry. You heave yourself up into a sitting position.

“What…What happened? It feels like I been sleeping for a week…”

“Not a week. Three days.”

“Three days! But…My brides…How many…”

Your mother glows with pride.

“All of them. You fucked them all. Left your seed in them all. In one single day. Of course you became fatigued. Would have been strange otherwise. I am afraid you need to rest for three days more. No copulation. Not even with your mother.”

Instinctively one of your hands have been caressing her bosom.

“Dreary…How do you know that I will not die of boredom?”

“Well”, she muses while removing your covers, “I suppose one little sucking will not hurt you.”

“Give me your pussy instead, mother”, you insist, “I need a drink.”

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The room is a small, run-down bedchamber, the kind rented for a few coins to merchants or tired travelers looking to sleep off the rigors of the road. It contains little more than a bed with a threadbare mattress and blanket and a small shelf with a water pitcher and an unlit oil lamp. Its floor is bare wood, stained by water and worn by the feet of its many tenants.

The room echoes with a sudden, loud thump and the door rattles with a sharp impact. From the other side of the door is a small, scraping sound: a key fumbling blindly for the lock. It is accompanied by a voice, muffled by the thick wooden door.

“For fuck’s sake, woman! Let me at least get the door open before you-“

The voice is interrupted by another loud impact against the outside of the door and a sensual, feminine laugh which turns into a wordless, eager moan. On the other side of the door the key finally finds its place in the lock and the door bursts open allowing two people, tangled in one another’s arms, to stumble into the small room.

The woman is the most striking of the two, standing several inches taller and with a body that looks like it was crafted by an incredibly talented and equally lusty sculptor. Her skin is pale and flawless, without a single scar or blemish marring its perfection and her eyes are molten emeralds, burning with hungry emotion. The only thing that breaks the illusion of perfect artistic design is her hair, cut short with a knife and with no eye to style or decoration. Despite that its copper-gold color is striking and its ragged edges only serve to highlight her fundamental beauty.

“Kal,” Her breathing is rapid, almost panting. “You’re taking too long.”

She loosened the laces of her soft, leather bodice which was already barely containing her generous breasts. She shoves her partner further into the room and kicks the door closed behind them. The motion is more than the laces can handle and her breasts burst free, revealing soft pink nipples standing out against pale skin. She kicks off her boots and pads towards Kal, the leather strips of her skirt swishing over her curvaceous thighs.

Kal backs away a bit, fumbling with the ornate, gilded clasp of his belt. His build is athletic and lean, with skin like Meridian chocolate. His expression is a mixture of lust and nervousness and he raises his free hand in a placating gesture while still fumbling at his belt with the other.

“Astra, just give me a moment,” he takes another half-step back. “I just got this belt, I haven’t quite got the hang of it.”

Astra slips one hand behind her back and withdraws a long, wide-bladed dirk and begins to twirl it between her fingers in a series of flashing circles. With her other hand she smoothly unbuckles her own belt and drops her skirt to the floor. Her pussy is smooth and already has a rosy blush of arousal.

“Hold still,” she takes another step towards Kal. “I’ll get that off.”

“Astra! No!” Kal tries to back up further but his legs hit the corner of the bed. “This is worth at least five denarii, don’t you dare cut it up!”

Astra’s grin is predatory and tugs at her leather top, revealing more of her chest. Each movement causes her breasts to sway and bounce gently and even without the support of her bodice they remain pert and firm. Underneath her sensual softness Kal could see the lean power of her muscles play beneath the skin. The sight made him even harder and his pants became painfully tighter, and he redoubled his efforts to loosen his belt. He knew from experience that Astra could handle him like a rag doll if she felt like it and she’d be more than happy to cut his expensive clothes to ribbons.

Finally his fingers found the catch on the belt buckle and he yanked it free, tugging his pants down to his ankles. His erection sprang free, its gently curved shaft extending from a tuft of curled black hair at its base. Tossing his belt and pants aside he started to chirie auto chisinau unbutton his shirt.

However, any patience Astra had left vanished with the sight of his cock. She flicked her wrist and tossed her dagger upwards, where it imbedded itself several inches into one of the ceiling’s support beams. She tossed aside her own top and reached out with both hands and grabbed fistfuls of Kal’s shirt and yanked it open, sending several mother-of-pearl buttons flying to the corners of the room. His dark chest was covered in a soft down of hair, interrupted by the occasional scar which belied his foppish fashion choices.

“Fucking hells Astra, I-” Kal’s frustration was cut off when she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. Her tongue flicked across his lips and when she drew his tongue into her mouth and began to gently suck it he completely forgot his objections. Without breaking mouth-to-mouth contact the two moved down onto the bed. Astra’s fingers stroked Kal’s hair which he wore long and bound into a series of tight braids, tipped with silver caps. He let one hand roam down her flank and then to the small of her back, pulling her closer, while the other traced its way down her collarbone. He moved further down and cupped one of her breasts, its softness completely filling his hand and the feeling of her rigid nipple against his palm sending an erotic thrill up his arm.

Astra ran her fingers down Kal’s neck and through his chest hair and then moved further, following the lines of his lean muscles, inching tantalizingly closer to his ready cock. She pulled her mouth back, giving his tongue one final flick with hers and let her mouth follow the path of her hand before stopping to gently tease one of his nipples with her lips and tongue. Finally her fingers found their way to his cock, slipping her thumb and forefinger about his shaft while her other fingers gently stroked his balls. A soft groan of excitement and desire escaped him and she responded in kind, letting out a sound halfway between a moan and a purr while flicking her tongue back and forth over his nipple.

“Dead gods, Astra,” Kal leaned his head down to nuzzle her messy shock of hair. “I’m not complaining…but are you even hornier than usual?”

Astra turned her head towards him and gave him another deep kiss before changing position, moving further down so that the tips of her breasts trailed across his chest and torso. The tip of his cock just barely brushing their heavenly softness while she gently kissed his torso.

“I’m just glad to see you,” Astra admitted. “It’s been weeks since I’ve had a good fuck. Or a bad one.”

Astra slid off the bed and settled on her knees next to it. Cupping his balls with one hand she leans in and lets her lips briefly brush against the head of his penis, savoring Kal’s scent and the throbbing heat of his erection.

“Too many thieves in this town,” she continues, lightly flicking her tongue against the tip of his cock between each word.” Every time I ask someone for a quick fling they assume it’s some kind of honey-pot scheme. I’m just looking for a bit of fun.”

Kal laughed gently, which turned to moans as Astra just barely closed her lips around the very tip of his cock and strokes two fingers up and down the length of his shaft. He puts one hand on the back of her head, twirling his fingers through her short hair.

“You should have asked for money,” Kal joked. “They’d have understood something like that-“

His words were cut off by a short yelp as Astra’s fingers tightened around his sack and she glared up at him, pulling her mouth away from his cock. He tensed as she pulled just hard enough to make it clear that she could be pulling much harder.

“I am no whore,” Astra’s green eyes glinted in the moonlight from the window, “Or were you planning to toss a few coppers my way after we were done?” Her tone was deadly cold.

Kal porno knew immediately that he had set his foot wrong. He and Astra crossed paths several times over the years and usually had fun every time they met. It was easy to forget that they were from two different worlds in many ways. While she had a near-endless appetite for sex and battle she also had a very strict sense of personal honor which he still didn’t entirely understand. She also had him literally by the balls.

“Whoa, whoa!” Kal winced. “I’m sorry Astra! I’m sorry! It was just a joke okay? I wasn’t trying to say anything about you, honest! Blood’s oath, I swear!”

Astra’s gaze remained flinty and thoughtful for a few terrifying moments before she finally relaxed her grip. Kal let himself breath an internal sigh of relief. It occurred to him that if Astra wasn’t so starved for sex right now then she’d probably have given him a good thrashing. He hoped that she would be in a better mood after a few orgasms and he wouldn’t end the night tossed in the latrine.

Astra rose from her knees and put her hands on his chest, pushing Kal down onto the bed. She straddled him and grabbed the back of his head, shoving his face between her breasts. Eager to mend fences, Kal planted gentle kisses in the cleft between them before nuzzling his way to one of her erect nipples and sucking it into his mouth. Astra let out one of her purring moans and began to grind her hips against his torso. He could feel the heat from her pussy and her movements left a trace of wetness on his skin. He opened his mouth wider and suckled harder at her nipple, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. In response Astra moved her hips lower so that her moist lips were rubbing directly against the shaft of his cock. As he brought a hand to the other breast, lightly pinching and pulling at the nipple, she began to move faster and grinding in a small, circular motion on his hard cock.

Fortunately, Kal has had enough trysts with Astra to know what she likes from him. He pushed down on the small of her back, increasing the friction between his cock and her pussy. She started to nuzzle the nape of his neck and then to gentle nibble at the outline of his collarbone beneath his skin.

Kal released her breasts and sat up, bringing both into a sitting position. He grabbed her round ass in both hands and started to move her body, feeling the top of his cock becoming slick as he slipped half-way in and out of her. She dug her fingers into his back, perhaps a bit harder than normal due to his earlier, unintended insult.

With a surge of motion Kal stood, lifting her with both of his hands. Astra may be taller but Kal was no weakling and while her strength was impressive her frame was still slender so he could heft her easily. Together they thumped into one of the small room’s plaster walls and Astra wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs hugged his body close. Lifting her slightly higher, Kal’s cock slipped inside Astra’s eager, wet pussy. She let out a low, pleasurable sigh and her legs tightened, pulling Kal further inside.

As Kal began to thrust Astra let herself open wider, allowing him to slide the full, hard length of his cock into her. She could feel every inch of him, with the swelling head pushing deep inside and stroking the inner walls of her pussy and giving an incredible sense of fullness.

Although Kal’s cock was well above average, his girth was not the reason why he had become of one Astra’s favorite sexual partners. His true gift was perfect timing, with each thrust into her matching a rippling muscular contraction of her cunt. Each time her pussy tightened around his cock she could feel the heat and wetness building inside her. Her legs twitched and tightened involuntarily, while the muscles of her thighs and stomach trembling with each thrust of his hips and every time her body began to relax he would increase the strength porno izle and speed of his movements. Each movement was punctuated with an involuntary gasp of pleasure, increasing in frequency and volume as Kal picked up the pace.

“Harder.” Astra moaned, weaving her fingers into Kal’s braids.

“Do you want to wake up the whole inn?” Kal panted, their movements were already punctuated by the rhythmic thudding of Astra’s back hitting the wall. “Be patien-ow!” His words were cut off when Astra tightened her grip on his hair.

Astra let out a low, frustrated growl and slammed her free hand against the wall. The impact cracked the plaster and the force rattled the glass in the windows. The sound echoed through the room, loud as a cannon-shot.

“There, everyone’s awake!” Astra punctuated her words with more sharp blows. “Now, I said… Fuck. Me. Harder!”

With a sigh, and making a mental note to slip out the back once this was over, Kal obeyed. He begin slamming into her pussy in earnest, sweat starting to run down his back. Astra’s moans became loud cries of pleasure until he brought his mouth to hers, silencing her with his lips. She responded by biting down on his lower lip, there was pain and the taste of blood but he was too caught up in the heat of their movements to care.

While still gripping Kal’s braids Astra moved her other hand down Kal’s torso, letting her fingers trace his tense abdominal muscles. She moved her hand lower, between their writhing bodies and into the spot where they were joined, slick with sweat and her own flowing juices. Her fingers found the swollen nub of her clit and pressed down, letting it rub against the top of his cock as it slid in and out of her. The increased friction sent a shudder through her body and she could feel the hot flush spreading from her face, down her chest and grounding itself deep inside, where the tip of Kal’s cock hit the deepest parts of her pussy.

“Kal…” Her voice was quiet now, trembling as she could feel the climax growing but still just out of reach. Fortunately, he didn’t need to be told what to do and changed his pattern to respond to her need. With a single, strong motion he pushed his cock as deep as he could, spreading her legs further apart, and began to grind. His hips stayed locked to hers and started to gently roll against her, increasing the pressure on her clit and pressing his chest against hers.

They came almost simultaneously, with Astra’s shuddering orgasm pulling an eager, wordless exclamation from deep inside. Her body tightened, producing a delicious soreness as it gripped the hard length of Kal’s cock. The rippling contractions of her cunt tried to pull Kal even deeper inside and coaxed him to his own release. The liquid warmth of his cum filling her up and the aftershocks of her own orgasm left her pleasantly light-headed. She nuzzled the hollow of his neck and giggled, feeling the tension that had built up over the past two months finally release.

Kal’s felt his knees go weak and pulled both of them back from the wall, still holding Astra up and stumbling to the bed. The two fell to the sheets and separated, breathing heavily and letting the cool night air dry the sweat on their bodies. Astra closed her eyes and rested her hands on her pelvis and let out another quiet, satisfied laugh, rolling her head against Kal’s chest like an affectionate cat. Kal stroked her hair and smirked, more than a little self-satisfied about his performance.

“You always get a little fuck-drunk don’t you?” Astra mumbled something incomprehensible into his chest hair as he continued to tousle her short hair. “Feeling better now?”

Astra peeked up at him, eyes starting to focus again as the heat of her orgasm faded. She reached down and stroked her fingers up and down the length of his cock, still slick from their mingled fluids.

“Don’t get so cocky,” she tightened her grip and started to massage it in earnest. “I’ve got a lot of lonely nights to make up for. If you aren’t hard again in five minutes then I start cutting up that fancy shirt of yours.”

“Shit…” Kal groaned. “One of those nights, huh?”

“That’s right,” Astra straddled him. “I’ll be on top this time.”

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Luria felt her heart leap into her throat in fear as that door clanged shut behind them with a resounding sound. This was it. She would face down Magnus, she would kill him for what he’d done to her, her parents and countless others who were trapped by him.

She took a deep breath as panic closed around her throat. The same panic sank deep into her soul for just being in this throne room where Magnus had taken her virginity so harshly brought back the memories of the event. Her body was shaking and she felt her resolve weakening.

“It’s all right, Luria,” Balor hissed at her, rubbing his thumb against her arm. “He can’t hurt you while I’m here.”

Magnus closed the doors to the throne room and turned to his audience, throwing his arms wide. “My bride-to-be has returned!”

There were cheers throughout the throne room, cheers that stopped just as abruptly as they started when Magnus growled his displeasure. He strode up to his throne, spinning so that his short cape decorated with gems and shot through with silver threads rose up around his shoulders, glinting in the light of the torches and candles.

Luria couldn’t help but think it an impressive sight even though she despised Magnus and everything about him. He was a very good looking man, child of a god and a mortal just as she was.

Would they be evenly matched when it came to the fight?

“I have not returned by choice,” she snarled at him. “I have no wish to be your bride or under you thumb anymore. Let me leave here now and I won’t be forced to kill you.”

Magnus chuckled, enjoying the flush of color that rose from her breasts to turn her cheeks pink. “You aren’t giving orders any more, Luria. I know you’ve had Prince Balor under your spell, you shan’t do the same with me.”

“I despise you,” she snapped, struggling against her captors. They held her back, but just barely.

“That’s all right, Luria. I think I like you despising me more than that meek little mouse who fucked me that first night. Are you pregnant, Luria? Are you going to have my son?”

“I’m having Balor’s child, not yours Magnus, never yours. If you touch me, if you so much as lay one finger upon me, Balor will kill you if I don’t.”

“You are so fierce, my dear. The shy little kitten has found her claws. I must admit, this excites me. Shall I prove to you that I can have you here, now, in front of my people?”

He lifted his hand, crooking his finger at her. “Come to me, Luria. Rejoice with me for on the day you birth our son, we shall rule over all of the seven kingdoms.”

“NO!” Came a shout from the hallway.

Suddenly, Isobel bolted into the room with her black hair flying out behind her. “No, she shall not have you! She shall not take you from me, too.” She slammed into Luria, knocking her backwards, before hurtling her body at Magnus’s, causing him to fall back onto his throne. His head hit the high back and he grunted in pain.

“Bitch!” he shouted, rising and pushing her off of him. “Take her!”

Two of his beastly guard came forward, grasping Isobel’s arms and yanking her up. Her green eyes, once so pretty with her dark lashes, seemed wild and half-mad. She stared around the room, her gaze never settling on any one person until she saw Luria. “This is your fault!” she screamed, her hands coming up to tear at her scalp. “This is all your fault. He wanted me. I carry his child now, in my belly. I have his child, not you. Never you!”

“Take her back to the tower and lock her in with her maid. She is not to be let out, no matter what.” Magnus stood, pushing his hair out of his face and staring down where Luria sat upon the floor where she’d fallen.

Through the window, the first light of the coming dawn streaked in, touching upon Luria’s slender frame and turning her golden. Magnus shielded his eyes from the aura of goodness and purity that came from her, flinching as it touched him.

He couldn’t touch her, not while she was bathed in this light. It seemed to be absorbed by her skin, giving her a glow of golden radiance.

“What is this?” he growled. “The castle should be closing itself up, preparing for the dawn, not letting it in.” He threw his arm up over his face as her glow grew brighter.

Luria stood, the dagger in her hand, though she kept it hidden by her leg. She moved toward Magnus purposefully, stalking him around the throne room as he tried to hide from her glow.

“Afraid of me now, Magnus? Now that you know that this is the end. Aren’t you man enough to face it? Come to me, Magnus. Let me show you exactly how much I love you.”

“Stay back,” he growled, feeling the glow touching his body like tiny little flames. “You can’t do that here, this is my castle! Mine! It follows my rules and orders. You can’t be here like that,” he repeated, little whines coming from his mouth as the glow burnt through his clothing, leaving spots of reddened and burnt flesh on his skin.

“I am the son of Loki,” he screamed. “I am the son of a god, you cannot do this, not to me.”

“I can and izmir escort I will,” Luria said, clasping the dagger in both of her hands. She walked around him, getting closer even as he shied away from her. His flesh was beginning to smoke and he curled into a ball, doing his best to get away from her until finally, there was no place to go.

With a little of his old bravado, he looked up at her, his eyes squinting against the glow. “You carry my son.”

“I carry Balor’s son. You never spent your seed inside of me. You came in my mouth, Magnus, do you not remember?” she asked almost kindly.

He shook his head even as his eyes told her the truth, he did remember now. “Not my son,” he repeated.

“No, not your son. But it’s nothing for you to fear, Magnus.” She reached out, grabbing hold of Magnus’s hair and lifting his head. Her dagger went to his throat and she drew it, biting deeply into his flesh. His blood spurted, causing her to release her hold on him and jump back. His blood was thick and black, and seemed to eat at the floor where it touched, causing a hissing noise and furrows to form in the rock.

The entire castle began to shake, the stones breaking and crushing.

“We’ve got to get out of here!” Balor shouted, grabbing Luria’s hand. He was back to himself, the spell having worn off. Throwing off the furs he wore on his shoulders, he started dragging her toward the door.

“What of Isobel?” Luria shouted.

Behind them there was the sound of a roaring, like the deepest belly of hell calling for its meal. Graeme looked back and felt his skin crawl. Magnus’s blood had sunk deep into the rocks, finding the ground below. It had created a vortex, a swirling sucking vortex from the depths of hell, dragging in those who didn’t get away quickly enough or far enough.

“Balor,” Graeme said, tapping the man upon his shoulder. “I think we should get out of here.”

Balor glanced back then into Luria’s eyes. “I’ll go get Isobel, you leave with Graeme, get out as far and as fast as you can and don’t look back, got me?” He didn’t wait for her answer, dropping his head to kiss her hard and fast and then he was away.

Luria glanced back at the vortex, watching as dark tendrils that looked like smoke seemed to coalesce into something more evil. Tentacles waved from within the vortex, reaching out to grab those who were near, dragging them into the hungry swirling mass.

She screamed when one of them touched her, wrapping around her ankle to drag her toward the hell inside. Graeme grabbed his sword, swinging it through the tentacle which gave off a black ichor. He pulled the thing off of her ankle, staring at the burn marks on the britches she wore. If it hadn’t been for them and her boots, she’d have been burned.

“We need to get out of here, now.” He helped her up and then grabbed her by the hand to drag her behind him. They forced their way out of the black castle even as the stones that made up the tall walls rained down around them.

The ground shook causing them to weave and stumble. Luria heard a scream and looked back, seeing the thing in the vortex getting bigger, its tentacles getting longer. It grabbed one of the beastly guard, almost tearing him in two before dragging him back and in.

“Get rid of the skins,” she shouted at Graeme, seeing another tentacle coming after them. “Drop them!”

Graeme shrugged off the skins that had made up his shirt, watching as the tentacle seemed to almost sniff around them, then pick them up and shake them, before taking them back into the vortex. He shuddered in disgust before grabbing Luria’s hand once more. “Let’s get out of here!”

A gargoyle, one that had to come from the top of the castle slammed down on one of the beastly guard, smashing him in the process. It rolled, its ghastly form staring up at Luria. She jumped over it, going to the closed gate and pushing as hard as she could. It didn’t budge.

“We’ve got to get this opened,” she shouted over the sound of the vortex and the screams of those who had served Magnus.

Graeme studied the gate a moment then went to the turnstile, grabbing one of the spokes and pushing against it. “Help me!”

Together they got the gate opened, the sudden roar from outside nearly lost in the deafening noise of the vortex. Rowan bounded in through the opening, Shria right behind him. They dug in their paws to stop when they saw what was going on. Rowan roared and the vortex roared back, challenging the massive lion.

“Rowan!” Luria screamed and the lion turned to her, his love for his mistress greater than his love of battle. “Find Balor, Rowan. Help Balor.”

The lion turned and barreled up the stairs outside the castle that led to the ramparts. He bounded over and ducked around the rocks that kept falling. Luria stood and watched him until Graeme grabbed her once more, forcing her outside of the castle and onto stable ground. Shria came with her but kept turning her head to look for her own mate.

From outside, they samsun escort watched as the castle began to crumple in upon itself. The battlements went with a roar of stone, falling into the castle proper and destroying the bailey with it. When the turrets and towers fell, Luria screamed, her heart breaking. No one could survive that, no one, not even her Balor.

“Gods! No, Graeme, I have to go back,” she shouted, tears streaming down her face. “I have to go back and get him.”

“You can’t,” Graeme growled, clasping her struggling body to his. “You can’t, there won’t be anything to go back for.”

Great, heartrending sobs shook her slender form and she fell to her knees on the ground, unable to watch what was happening anymore. Shria sat by her side, nuzzling her mistress. She grunted a couple of times, almost as if she were trying to tell Luria something, but the girl was too lost in her misery to respond.

When Shria stood and roared, Luria lifted her head seeing shapes taking form in the gray cloud of dust that had plumed up around the castle as it fell. Rowan appeared, a shape upon his back, another holding onto his mane as he led them out of the castle. Shria raced to him, bounding around him before rubbing her cheek over his as a sign of her love for the big cat.

“Balor?” Luria called. Her heart pounded hard in her chest, hope causing her to get up and head toward the cat. “Balor?”

“Here,” he said, coughing hard as the dust got into his lungs. “I’m here,” he said again as she came to him, grabbing him and helping him away from the dust cloud. They made it a ways further and then she fell on him as he sank down into the grass. He coughed harshly, spitting dust and gravel out of his mouth as he wheezed upon his hands and knees.

“I thought you were dead,” Luria said, running her hands over her handsome husband’s back. “Don’t ever scare me like that again,” she said, smacking him on the shoulder. She stood up and paced next to him as he rolled to his back. “I can’t believe you did that to me.”

“Oh yeah, you were the one who wanted to rescue Isobel,” he said, taking in great heaving breaths of fresh air. “I was just doing what you wanted done.”

Luria sank down next to him, her hand going to his face. “If I lose you, my world ends, too,” she whispered, staring into his eyes.

“I feel the same, my love,” he said, taking her hand and using it to pull her over him so that he might find her mouth. He kissed her through the grit that coated them both, flipping over so that she was on her back under him.

The first drops of rain fell, one hitting Luria on the forehead, sliding down into her hair and leaving a trail of clean skin behind. More fell until it was a downpour. Balor pulled Luria up to her feet, standing next to her in the pouring rain as they surveyed what had been done to Magnus’s castle.

The black gate stood, hanging askew of its frame, little left to hold it up. The walls surrounding it were gone, turned to rubble in places and gone as if it had never existed in others. In the center, where the castle had stood, a single black tree rose from the ground. It was twisted and barren, no leaves covering its old branches. It sat almost directly in the center of the area where the castle would have been.

“It’s all gone,” Luria said softly. “Magnus and his castle, his guard, everything, gone as if it had never existed.”

“No, we all know he existed,” Balor said softly, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. “Every one of us who has been affected by Magnus in some way knows he existed. That black tree is proof and shall stand here until the day it rots as testimony that good can flourish over evil. We shall have a plaque made to tell the tale of the beautiful Princess Luria and her triumph against the black Magnus.”

“Oh and shall we also tell of Prince Balor and how he saved the princess and then made her his?” Luria asked, wrapping her arms around his lean waist and pressing close.

“Of course, for there could be no happily ever after if the prince didn’t love the princess and she him, am I not right?” Balor teased her lips with a small brush of his, laughing when she pressed against him for more.

“This princess truly loves her prince,” she said, smiling up at him.

“Let us go home then so you can prove it,” he answered her with a quirk of his dark brow.

Graeme stood behind them, staring at the destruction and what little was left of the castle. There was not even a single blood stain on the ground inside the rubble. It was as if the castle that had been created in black magic had been taken back down and into the hell it had been created from.

“Come, Graeme…there will be feasting and celebration in every kingdom tonight. Your wife will have been retrieved and will be waiting for you. Let us not make her wait long.” Balor slapped the elf on his back, smiling.

But Graeme couldn’t return the smile. There was something…not right about this whole thing. konya escort “It was too easy,” he said.

Balor stopped. “What did you just say?”

“It was too easy.” Graeme looked up at Balor. “Didn’t it feel too easy?”

“Not from where I’m standing,” Balor grinned.

“No, Balor,” Luria said, “he’s right. Magnus wouldn’t have let me get that close to him, especially not to sit there and let me slit his throat that way. Something’s not right.” She looked around the clearing, her eyes locking on the tree. “I don’t like that tree.” She shuddered in distaste as she stared at it.

“It’s just a tree,” Balor said, his hand sliding down her back over the golden beauty of her hair. “Trees cannot harm you, Luria.”

Luria shook her head, turning to look up at her husband. “Perhaps you’re right,” she said with a sigh.

“Of course I’m right. We’ll get back and get some rest. Things will look better in the morning.”

“What about them?” Graeme asked, staring at Isobel and her maid. Isobel was sitting on one of the rubbled piles of rocks, her green eyes looking almost black in the light of the dawn. Her injuries seemed to stand out against the paleness of her skin. She kept the blanket Mathilde had wrapped around her clutched tightly to her breast and her eyes on Balor. Her stare was almost eerie.

“We’ll take them back to the palace and let the doctors there take a look at her. Perhaps, with rest, she’ll go back to her old self.” Balor placed two fingers in his mouth and whistled, Tristan coming to the top of the hill and galloping down toward them, his armies following.

Giving orders to transport Isobel and her maid, he jumped aboard Tristan, instead of his own horse and pulled Luria up in front of him. They galloped ahead of the rest, reaching the palace well before the rest of the troops. His parents met them at the gates.

“Son! You are safe? And Luria? It is over?”

“We are both well,” Balor said, laughing as he got down from the big black stallion. He held up his hands and Luria slid down into them, staying in his arms even as her feet touched the ground. “Magnus is no more,” he announced, the sound of triumph apparent in his voice.

“And Isobel?”

“She’s coming with the rest of them, her and her maid. She’s been through hell,” Balor said softly. “I’d like for our physician to look at her.”

“It shall be done, son. We shall have a celebration for today is the day that Magnus’s forces hold sway no more. We are free!”

Balor yawned, hugging Luria to him. “That’s wonderful, Father, but perhaps we can celebrate after we get some rest?”

King Martane laughed, hugging his own wife. “Yes, rest. You two have more than earned it. We shall wait for you to rise before we begin the celebration.” He patted his son on the back and then let the two enter into the palace. “I’ll have water brought in so the two of you can bathe,” he called after them.

* * * *

The water was warm, steam rising from the surface. Luria lowered herself into it slowly, sinking down until the water waved gently against her chin. She sighed, such a lovely feeling, the heat warming her sore muscles.

A splash had her opening her eyes and wiping drops of water from her face. Her husband rose in front of her, a smile on his handsome face as he shook his head.

“I hope you enjoyed that,” she said softly.

“I did,” he said with a smile. He reached out, pulling her up and out of the water and into his arms. “I think I’ll enjoy this even more.” His hand caressed her face, pushing the hair from her cheek. He felt every naked curve of hers against his lean body, her breasts pressing against his chest.

“You still think it’s over?” she asked him as his head lowered toward her mouth.

“Yes, my love. I think it’s over and you and I have won the day. We should celebrate, as my father suggested.” His nose nuzzled against hers and he brushed his lips over hers. She shivered as his whiskery cheek rubbed against hers as he took her lips. Heat slammed into her, pooling low in her belly. Her head swam with the sensations he so easily created inside of her. She moaned as his tongue pushed into her mouth rubbing against her own.

Balor shifted his hands, lifting her bottom and pulling her long legs around his waist. His cock nudged against her sex from below, teasing her just as his fingers teased her body. He moved his lips down to her throat, growling as she lowered herself down on his cock, taking him easily into the wetness of her body.

His head fell back as she began to rise and lower herself, using his shoulders as leverage. Backing up, he found the small staircase that was in the water and sank backwards, letting her ride him as he relaxed against them. His hand slid up her wet body, taking in the full mounds of her breasts and kneading them tenderly in his palms.

Luria’s head fell back, the ends of her wet hair floating in the pool behind her. Her knees found purchase upon the steps on either side of his body and she ground against him, filling herself so perfectly with his cock that she couldn’t help but gasp at the sensations.

“That’s it,” Balor growled, his chest heaving as he moved up into her. “Take it deep, love.” He brought her down toward him, latching onto her nipple as her breasts hung above him like ripe fruit.

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Ben had the strangest sensation, like waking up from a dream about waking up from a dream–but he had woke up ten minutes ago. He felt a strange tingling pain at the back of his skull, but after a few moments it subsided.

“Are you sure you packed everything?” Vic asked before yawning mightily, closing the driver’s side door with a heavy enough slam to shake the snow off the window, “Your laptop? Your wallet? Your toothbrush”

Ben blinked a few times, then nodded to himself. That was one question answered. For the third time now, he was sitting in Vic’s car, Tammy, at three fifty AM on Saturday morning. It was cold outside, and Vic was about to turn the key in the ignition, which would make the AC vents start blowing cold air because Vic had forgotten to turn the fan off the last time she had driven.

“Yeah,” Ben said, reaching over to turn the nob that would turn down the fan before Vic started the engine, “but…”

Ben turned to look at Vic. There she was, gorgeous as ever, her hair in a misshapen storm cloud of black curls, her big, deep blue eyes watching him from underneath long-lashed, drowsy lids. She was perfect. She was also cheating on him, and if things were going how they seemed to be going, he was going to keep seeing her, here, now, again, no matter how he tried to stay away. He had broken up with her yesterday, and here she was again, his accusations, their argument, erased, back to living a lie she thought he didn’t know.

“You okay babe? You look like you’re about to cry!” Vic said, her brows wrinkling with concern as she reached over to brush his cheek with her hand; Ben recoiled.

“I…I…” Ben stuttered, “I don’t think I can do this today.”

He grabbed his bag and flung the car door open, looking away from Vic as he walked around the car and back towards their apartment. He couldn’t do it again. He couldn’t breakup with her again, not so soon, it was too much; but he couldn’t just pretend everything was fine either. He didn’t want to do anything—and, given the fact that it didn’t seem like it mattered what he was doing anyway, he decided that he was going to spend this time around doing nothing at all.

“Babe? Babe! What’s going on?” Vic yelled after him, concern in her voice as she got out of the car too, sprinting to catch up to him as he made it to their apartment door.

“I just…it’s too much,” Ben said, resisting the urge to shrink away from her touch as she put a hand on her shoulder; he didn’t want to fight, he just wanted to sleep.

“What is?”

Ben looked at Vic again. Whatever she had done, however many times she had betrayed him or would betray him, some part of her really cared, he could see it in her eyes. Despite the fact that she was cheating, he couldn’t help but feel a strange pang as he realized that he had fucked Sam, and now Vic didn’t even remember him breaking it off. It was almost like he had cheated too, although he quickly told himself that that didn’t make any sense.

“I…I just can’t,” Ben said, closing his eyes, repressing the sudden urge to start sobbing.

What was coming over him? Fear? Guilt? Exhaustion? He turned away from Vic before opening his eyes again and unlocking the door to the apartment, stepping in quickly, letting Vic shut the door behind her. The apartment was dark. It occurred briefly to Ben that, for him, it had been nearly two whole days since he had been home, rather than the five minutes that Vic must have just witnessed. Nonetheless, Ben knew his apartment well enough to feel his way towards the bedroom in the dark.

After only a couple of steps, Vic’s phone chimed out loud and clear—the snap from Juliet’s boyfriend Harry. The sound reminded Ben of everything all over again, and he realized that if he just crawled back into his own bed, Vic would crawl in next to him—and he didn’t want that. Ben turned around, deciding to head to the couch, and almost ran in to Vic behind him, who had stopped briefly to check the snap. The light of her phone lit up her face as her eyes widened for a brief moment before she tapped the screen once and slid her phone back into her purse.

“That was—” she started trying to explain without provocation, a hint of guilt in her tone.

Ben grunted, pushing past her into the living room, “I’m going to sleep on the couch.”

Vic stepped out of his way, watching him lumber over to the couch and crumple onto it. As soon as he was down, he realized how cold it was in the apartment, and how, unlike the bed, the couch didn’t have any blankets or comforters or anything—but he was far too miserable to get up—however, after only a few moments of lying there, face tucked into the corner between armrest and back cushion, hiding from the world, he felt Vic spread their down comforter over him before bending down to kiss his cheek.

“Feel better, babe. I’ll be in bed, but if you need anything, just let me know, ok?”

Ben didn’t answer, pretending to be asleep until Vic walked away.

Once mersin escort he heard the bedroom door close, Ben pulled out his phone. Sure enough the same folder was there that he had found the last time around. He opened it, and saw not one, but two more folders inside, one labelled L0001 and one Labelled L0002. He opened the second, and as he suspected, all of the texts from his second time through the day were there—everything between Sam, Tomm, Juliet, and himself, as well as a couple of dozen texts and snaps and voicemails from Vic which he had never read, but were nonetheless still saved on his phone.

Whatever was going on, it didn’t look like it was going to stop any time soon. Ben decided that if he was going to be forced to live through this day again and again, he should try and figure out why, and how. He checked the news, but nothing caught his attention—locally there were winter storm warnings and a new amber alert, nationally there was the constant deluge of idiocy from the fascist-in-chief and a story about the most recent school shooting, and internationally there were economic problems in Europe and violence in the Middle East—nothing out of the ordinary, as depressing as that was. No clues there.

Starting to feel warm under the comforter, and still wearing all of his winter clothes Ben took a break from his musing to strip down to his boxer-briefs under the covers before pulling out his phone once again.

He briefly toyed with the idea of exploring his particular circumstances by booking last-minute flights to visit far off countries, but he didn’t have the money for that if this looping suddenly stopped for some reason—and besides, by the time he got to some other country he would probably only have a couple of hours before the loop reset anyway. Domestically, he fantasized about doing something drastic like assassinating the president or robbing a bank, but he wasn’t a violent person, and besides, he didn’t know all the rules of the loop; what if he died and it never reset?

He realized, as he thought about this, that he was thinking about his life like a video game. It made sense—he had played enough of them, and it was hard to think of a time loop without thinking of science fiction out of some game or show or movie, and since he wasn’t some genius physicist he didn’t usually think about the finer points of time travel in a strictly scientific sense—but games had rules, as whatever was happening to him must, and along with those rules came boundaries that could be pressed, exploits, glitches, and…loading screens? Maybe the analogy wasn’t perfect, but it seemed to him like there must be something interesting he could do.

Money was the first obvious step, it would make everything easier. Assuming he was going to be living this day over and over, making some quick money off of his ability to remember the future seemed both plausible, and unlikely to hurt him even if the loop suddenly stopped. The only problem was, Ben had never really gambled much, and hadn’t ever put anything into stocks. He did some cursory research on sports gambling, but since it was technically illegal to do it online it looked like at the very least there was a lag time getting the money in the bank after you won anything—and any significant lag time made the money virtually useless since he only had one day to spend it in.

Cash in hand would be ideal—but also hard to actually get. He would need to find a place where he could bet on something in person, and collect his winnings fast enough that he could make use of them for the rest of the day, but where could he make large cash bets that paid out quickly on a frigid Saturday morning in January?

Stumped, and beginning to feel the weight of his own eyelids dragging down, Ben put his phone away, closed his eyes, and fell asleep on the couch.

Ben felt fingers tracing along his arm and up his shoulder; gentle caresses that just hinted at tickling him. He smiled and let out a sleepy, pleased sound, still only partially conscious, and rolled over on his back, eyes still closed, opening up more of his body to the wandering fingers, which first traced up his neck and around his ears before they began mussing his hair, massaging his scalp. They wandered south again, tracing over his lips—pulling them apart for just a moment—and down his neck to his chest.

His mind still groggy, his eyes still closed, he felt his cock—hard already with morning wood—pulse eagerly. The fingers continued to explore his body, caressing through the curls of his chest hair, circling and teasing his nipples, and occasionally drifting down over his abdomen to trace just above the elastic of his boxer-briefs before coasting back up to his chest, sending ripples of pleasure across his skin.

As the tickling caresses continued, Ben began to react more and more to their wandering: his abs tightening as they traced across them, his erection pulsing sakarya escort against his boxer briefs each time the fingers teased closer to his groin. He let out another pleased moan, smiling, as the tickling fingers swooped down and started caressing his cock through the soft, thin material of his boxer briefs. Instinctively his buttocks tightened, lifting his cock into the teasing hands as they explored every inch of it, fluttering across the head, sliding down the shaft, and tickling at his balls.

“Good morning, babe,” Vic’s voice whispered into Ben’s ear, “I hope you’re feeling better?”

Hearing her voice, the haze of sleep started to lift off of him. He fluttered his eyes open to see Vic, kneeling on the floor next to the couch, leaning over him. She had peeled the comforter back off of him so that she could get at his body, and her big blue eyes were looking in to his, practically oozing concern and arousal at the same time. She was wearing an old white t-shirt of his, which she had cut up into a flimsy pajama top that hung off of one shoulder; it was nearly see-through, and he could tell from the heavy shapes of her breasts and the prominent dark bumps of her nipples pressing against the shirt that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Mmmm,” Ben answered noncommittally—he remembered everything, her lies, her cheating—but she was also very good with her hands…and her mouth…and everything else.

“I don’t know what made you stay out here on the couch, but I’m glad I’m going to have you here all weekend,” she said seductively, slipping a hand up the leg of his underwear to finally touch his pulsing cock directly with her dexterous fingers, “I started some coffee for you, and make some breakfast, but I then I saw you lying here and well…couldn’t resist.”

Ben gasped as she pried down his underwear with her free hand, sliding the other out of the leg and then reaching down to wrap around his girth, pulling his cock into the open and starting to pump in earnest, lubricated by the generous pre come she had coaxed out of him up to this point.

“I thought I’d start out slow…but I was thinking…maybe this weekend we could check a few items off of our little list?”

Ben didn’t have the presence of mind to respond to that—but he did have a sudden urge to push her face into his crotch. Normally he would have resisted such an urge, but he wasn’t feeling any compassion for her anymore, just pure animal lust. He reached out and grabbed the back of her head by the hair, and pushed her face into his dick. She resisted for a second before she figured out what he was doing and giggled and let him press her face up against his length, still pumping him with one hand. His cock bounced off of her lips, cheek, and nose, leaving a little trail of sticky pre come on her face as she continued to jack his throbbing cock.

“Feeling a little impatient today, babe?”

Ben grunted an affirmative, and she shrugged and gulped him down in one quick motion, still pumping at the base of his cock with her hand. Once her mouth had enveloped him, Ben thrust into her, and hand still on the back of her head, started pushing her down on him as he thrust, feeling the tightening flesh of her throat as she gagged loudly, but didn’t resist, instead matching the rhythm of his thrusts and reaching her free hand down to tickle his balls.

With his hand on her head, he pushed her down faster and faster, barley giving her time to gasp for air as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Her breasts were bouncing around wildly under her shirt with the frantic motion, slapping against his thigh as she gargled and bobbed on his cock over and over again.

After several minutes, she let out a loud cough and wrenched herself off of him, and he relented the pressure on the back of her head reluctantly. Pre come and saliva were dripping from her mouth as she gasped for breath, still pumping his cock with her right hand as she recovered, grinning lustily.

“I like this new Ben,” she voiced wickedly, “so assertive.”

She started to lean towards his cock again, stuck out her tongue and licked the tip as she continued to pump her hand up and down his length. Ben reached out with his hand, this time grabbing the loose neck of her makeshift shirt, and pulled it down to reveal her left breast—pulling so hard that she shirt tore open wider. She grinned as she licked the tip of his cock, and he pulled again, tearing the shirt into rags, revealing both of her pendulous tits as they wiggled with the rhythm of her arm.

“You miss these?” she said between licks, thrusting her chest out proudly.

Ben grunted in affirmative, grabbing the closest breast roughly, squeezing the firm flesh hungrily. She took a break from licking his cock to angle it into her other breast, sliding its head around her tit as her hand kept working his length. The lubrication of his pre come and her saliva made his cock van escort slip and slide around the surface of her breast, bumping against her nipple or sliding into her cleavage with every pump while she just looked at him with a grin.

“You don’t need to worry about me, babe. After last night, I owe you,” she said, waggling her eyebrows; Ben dimly realized that for her, it had only been a single night since he had spent an hour with his face between her legs, but since it had been before this loop had started, it was days past for him.

Her rhythm had slowed down, as she smiled at him, sliding his cock around her breast as he squeezed the other, and Ben realized that he was getting impatient. he started thrusting his hips into her hand and breast, and she responded by pulling on his cock faster again—but that wasn’t enough, so he released her breast to again grab the back of her head and press it towards his raging, slippery cock.

Vic took the hint, eagerly gargling his cock deep into her throat again, gagging as he thrust deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Her naked breasts were bouncing and flapping wildly now as she attacked his cock, putting her whole body into the frantic bobbing that he was driving with his hand on the back of her head. He started to moan unconsciously, feeling the swelling pleasure build more and more with each thrust into her throat.

Finally, his bucking became a spasming shudder as he started spraying load after load into her mouth, losing the strength in his hand to keep forcing her down on him, but she kept up the pace nonetheless, letting his come splatter out of her mouth, all over the two of them as she bobbed on his cock again and again until his last load has plastered the back of her throat and splattered out of her mouth. After finishing him off, Vic cheerfully lapped up every spot of cum that had splattered onto Ben’s thighs and stomach before bouncing off to take a shower.

Ben spent the rest of the morning being quietly pampered by Vic. He didn’t talk to her much, stewing on everything that he knew, but he didn’t say no to her attention either. She tried to get him to say why he had stayed home—and why he had slept on the couch—several times, but he deflected her, not having the energy to breakup with her again, and not having any other explanation that made any sense.

It was a difficult situation—he had gone through the breakup, he had stormed away from her car and spent the rest of the day ignoring her calls, texts, and any other attempt at contacting him—but then he had woken up right back next to her, and she had no memory of any of it. If this was going to keep up, Ben knew he was going to have to find some way to get through the morning without rehashing an argument or just ignoring what he knew—but until he figured that out, he wasn’t going to put himself through a breakup every day. He just couldn’t do it.

Ben’s original intent had been to try and just give her the cold shoulder—interact with her as little as possible as he tried to figure out more about this whole day that he was being forced to relive—but that plan had gone to hell pretty quickly when she had starting stroking his cock before he was even fully conscious, and now he felt weak and stupid and wronged and guilty all at the same time. He could breakup with her again at any time—but then again, he had already let her suck him off, make him breakfast and coffee, why stop now? He had already botched the whole “cold shoulder” thing, might as well ride it out?

Ben shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the emotional turmoil that was preying on his thoughts. It didn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. He needed to rise above these petty issues and address the real problem: he was in some sort of Groundhog-Day-style time loop, and he needed to figure out how, and why, and what he needed to do to get out of it. It was just past noon, and Vic was in the other room now, watching some youtube video about archery—one of her more eclectic interests—while folding her laundry, and Ben was sitting at his desk, laptop in front of him, wondering what he could possibly type into the search bar to get some useful insight.

The straightforward attempt—’how to end time loop’ or ‘best way to make money Groundhog Day’—didn’t give him much that was useful. Though he was experiencing something that felt an awful lot like the plot of a movie, he had pretty big doubts that the power of true love was going to fix space-time, and other than that it seemed that he was down to doing something involving Star Trek technology or letting the aliens from that Tom Cruise movie bleed him out, and since he had access to neither dilithium crystals nor alien blood, those both seemed just as unhelpful as becoming a better man and seducing Andie MacDowell.

“Babe?”

Ben looked up from his computer to see Vic standing in the doorway, dressed in a pair of his red plaid pajama bottoms and one of her black sports bras. She really did look good in just about everything.

“Huh?”

“How are you feeling?” she asked with what appeared to be genuine concern, “I can tell there’s something you don’t want to talk about but—”

“I’m ok,” Ben lied, closing his laptop, “I’m just having a weird day. Don’t worry about me.”

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“That’s it, Shaie! I give up!” Lucy exclaimed, slowing down her treadmill after I upped the speed on mine yet again. I grinned as I watched my blonde friend slump over the console out of the corner of my eye.

It was Friday night and Lucy had gone with me to the gym for the only reason she would ever offer to join me as I exercised—she needed a favor.

“It’s been less than thirty minutes,” I told her, not sounding the least bit out of breath as I continued my pace. Lucy had been resting her head on her forearm, but she turned her head now so she could glare up at me.

“Yeah, well, some of us haven’t been spending every spare minute of every day at the gym this past week.” She pointed out sarcastically, lowering her machine’s speed to a slow walk. “God! Can’t you just mope around after a breakup like normal people?”

“It wasn’t a breakup!” I said a bit too impatiently, not at all appreciating the reminder. Still, I tried to sound unaffected as I shrugged, “We just stopped seeing each other, that’s all. There’s nothing to ‘mope’ about.”

It had been eight days since I had that big blow-up with Jamie, and I hadn’t spoken with her since. She had called me—once, the day after—but I didn’t pick up, admittedly mostly out of spite. I mean, I had practically begged her to talk to me that Thursday night and she had refused. Did she really expect me to just drop everything and come running just because she wanted to talk now?

She didn’t try again after that and it became more and more a matter of pride for me during the days that had followed. I did everything I could to avoid her, even asking Lucy to go in my stead to a meeting about Floe’s ad campaign just so I wouldn’t have to risk running into Jamie at her place of work. But Lucy hadn’t seen her anywhere in that tiny office space either, which could mean that Jamie was trying to avoid me as well.

I would be lying if I said that didn’t suck as hell. Of course, I missed her. I missed the constant humming in my blood every time I was with her, which was precisely why I had been keeping myself active and busy these past few days.

Idle time meant that I would be thinking of Jamie, and why should I allow myself to do that when she clearly couldn’t care less about me?

“Fine, it wasn’t a breakup!” Lucy said now, her blonde ponytail swinging as she turned off her treadmill and stepped down. “Just don’t make me run on that thing anymore.”

I raised an eyebrow as she grabbed her water bottle and took a big gulp. I wore a headband to keep my short, dark curls from getting in the way, but I could still feel the sweat starting to trickle down the side of my face as I ran and wiped it off.

“No one’s twisting your arm here,” I grinned, making Lucy roll her big, blue eyes as she walked towards me.

She stopped in front of my treadmill, no doubt wanting my complete attention as she asked, “So, you’ll do it? You’ll come with me to Marnie’s thing tomorrow?”

Marnie was her brother’s fiancé. Waifish and red-headed, she was also a little bit ditzy, though in a cute, almost-endearing sort of way. Lucy and I liked her well enough—she and Tony seemed to make each other very happy—but we weren’t exactly close.

“I just don’t see why I should,” I sighed, gripping the handles so I could keep my balance while talking to Lucy. “I mean, one perk of not being in the entourage is that I wouldn’t have to go to ladies’ lunches and gown-hunting, isn’t it?”

“Oh, come on! Please?” Lucy whined, giving me her best puppy dog eyes, and I had to bite back my laughter. “I don’t know anyone there—”

“You know Marnie.” I pointed out. I could feel my chest starting to burn and slowed my machine down just a notch.

“Well, yeah, but she’ll have her sister, her cousin, and her best friend there and they all know each other.”

“So?” I asked as I tried to breathe evenly. “Luce, you’ve never had a problem winning strangers over. You don’t need me as a buffer.”

We looked at each other for a long moment before she finally dropped her hands to her sides.

“Alright, fine! You got me!” She pouted a little. “I need you there to help me pick out my dress. You know I suck at it.”

I grinned widely as she said the words. Lucy wasn’t lying—she had the worst taste in fashion I had ever seen, and I always found it just a little bit funny every time she was forced to admit it.

“What about Madison?” I asked, referring to the personal stylist Lucy had on call whenever she needed a new wardrobe.

“That’s the thing—she called me today and told me she wouldn’t be able to make it.” Again, she gave me her puppy dog eyes, knowing very well that I wouldn’t be able to withstand it for long.

I hit a button on the console and slowed down to a walk before sighing. “Does Marnie even know?”

“Yes, and she’s totally fine with it!” Lucy breathed excitedly, smiling. We both knew she had already won. “Now, say you’ll go with me.”

“Alright,” I sighed. I rolled my eyes denizli escort but I couldn’t help laughing at the tiny squeal Lucy gave upon hearing me say it. “Yeah, I’ll go with you to Marnie’s thing.”

“Don’t make me regret it,” I warned good-naturedly after Lucy tried to go for a quick hug as she thanked me profusely, almost costing me my balance.

“Oh, I won’t!” She promised as she gave up all pretenses of trying to exercise and grabbed her stuff.

She grinned happily, still facing me as she slowly began to back away—no doubt because of what she was about to say next.

“Now, you go keep… not moping around so you can get over your breakup faster, and I’ll pick you up tomorrow at noon, okay? Great, love you, bye!” She said hurriedly, already turning and walking off even before she could finish.

“It wasn’t a breakup!” I automatically called out, instinctively shouting the words so Lucy could hear them through the distance she had now effectively created, and bringing more than a few eyes at the gym towards me.

I glared at Lucy’s retreating form while she waved at me without so much as another glance. It wasn’t too late to change my mind still about helping her out.

Oh, who am I kidding? I thought as I put on my earphones and increased the treadmill speed once again.

I had nothing better planned for tomorrow and, at this point, I’d welcome anything that could take my mind off Jamie—even if that meant going to a ladies’ lunch and hunting for bridesmaids’ dresses.

***

We arrived at El Hogar the next day a few minutes late. The restaurant was near the outskirts of the city and wasn’t that easy to find. We still could have made it on time though, if Lucy hadn’t decided she knew better than her car’s GPS and taken a different route than the one it had suggested.

It was a beautifully elegant place, however, and—if the food was even just halfway decent—well worth the time and trouble it took to get there.

Styled and furnished like an old Spanish mansion, the restaurant looked every inch as expensive as its marbled floors, impressionist paintings, and chandeliered ceilings—not to mention the grand staircase that led up to the second floor. There were serene garden nooks on the sides for those who preferred to dine outdoors, and each table was sectioned and set up like a cozy, 18th-century dining room.

I trailed behind Lucy as a waitress showed us to our table, taking the time to appreciate how lovely this restaurant was. My eyes fell on one of the paintings as we walked, and I found myself wondering if Jamie would like this place, too, before I caught myself and shook my head.

I wasn’t likely to find the answer to that now, was I?

I was coming off the heels of those thoughts as we neared the table, which was why, when I saw Jamie sitting next to Marnie, I had worried that I was starting to imagine things. But she was real, and she stared right back at me as we approached, clearly just as surprised by my presence.

She looked pretty as always, wearing natural makeup, with her long, brown curls flowing loosely past her shoulders and her tanned skin glowing against the thin-strapped, printed sundress that she had on. Actually, all the ladies wore dresses, likely because they would be easier to slip in and out of once we were in the bridal dress shop. Only I wore pants for the occasion since I wouldn’t be trying on any bridesmaid’s dresses.

Her hands went up against the edge of the table as Lucy and I got closer. She looked just about ready to push off of it and stand up at any second, but whether it was to go to me or get away from me, I couldn’t tell.

Marnie immediately stood to greet us with warm hugs. She reintroduced her sister, Jenna, and her cousin, Grace—both of whom Lucy and I had already met—before she finally gestured towards Jamie.

“And this is my best friend, Jamie,” Marnie was saying, and Lucy and I exchanged glances as we both realized why she had been at the engagement party. The redhead then turned to Jamie and gestured to us. “Jamie, this is Lucy—Tony’s sister—and her friend, Shaie.”

“We’ve met,” Jamie said as the three of us practiced the art of politely smiling.

“Jamie’s office handles the ad campaign for Floe.” Lucy explained, steering clear of the other, more personal reason why we all knew each other.

She took the empty seat directly across Jamie, but the only other one available was right next to Lucy and, either way, I knew I wouldn’t be able to avoid looking at the beautiful brunette throughout this lunch.

The food arrived soon after we were seated, and the rest of the hour passed by rather uneventfully. We all enjoyed the delicious dishes that Jenna—who had organized the whole thing—had ordered and conversations were kept light and fun. Of course, Jamie and I were never in conversation with the same people at the same time, both of us avoiding talking to each other to keep the peace, izmit escort or so I assumed.

Inside, however, I felt anything but peaceful.

It was hard to sit across the table from her, and not think about how this exact same moment could have been different if only things were… well, different between us. I kept getting the urge to hold Jamie’s hand or brush a strand of hair that had fallen across her face as she spoke to other people, and I grew increasingly frustrated—especially since she seemed to be having no trouble ignoring me at all.

It was that same frustration that had me blatantly flirting back with the waitress when she came to take our orders for dessert. Not my finest moment, certainly, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to show Jamie that there were people who wanted me, even if she didn’t.

I felt a sharp sting on my ankle and automatically shot an injured glance at Lucy, who had done the kicking under the table. She had that “Stop it” look that moms got when their kids were misbehaving in public and I made the pretense of looking innocent before turning away. Still, I tried to sneak a glance to check Jamie’s reaction—only to find her seat now empty.

My eyes quickly scanned the room as I stood, catching a glimpse of Jamie’s printed dress just in time before she disappeared into one of the gardens and I instinctively moved to follow.

I found her leaning against a wall when I got there, head tilted and eyes closed as she breathed deeply, and I realized I didn’t actually know why I had gone after her in the first place. I mean, looking at her now, all I could think of was kissing her—but that wouldn’t really resolve anything, would it?

I glanced away, thinking I could still turn around now and go back to the table before she saw me.

“You didn’t have to do that right in front of me, you know?” Jamie said suddenly, bringing my eyes back to her. She smiled a little before she opened her eyes and fixed them on me, and I thought her gaze was a little sad.

“I know,” I sighed and nodded after a moment, admitting she was right. For some reason, though, I couldn’t bring myself to tell her I was sorry. I guess I couldn’t be that big of a person just yet. “I’ll try not to order dessert again.”

She laughed when I grinned at her cheekily, and I felt as if a huge tension had been lifted off my shoulders.

“We can do this, right?” She hedged, looking sideways at me. “I mean, we can handle being in the same room together for just a few more hours, right?”

I didn’t know why she felt the need to confirm that with me, but I smiled and nodded anyway. “I think so.”

“So… truce?” She asked.

“Truce.” I said, and I meant it. If Jamie could act maturely about this after the passive-aggressiveness I had just shown, then the least I could do was try.

“Thank you,” she told me, and her smile was a little less sad when she finally pushed off against the wall and walked away.

***

A half hour later, and whatever maturity I had mustered earlier was now hanging by a thread as I waited on a couch at the bridal dress shop. All I could think about was how Jamie was in one of those fitting rooms, trying on dresses, and that snowball was very quick to turn into an avalanche.

It started with an unbidden mental image of Jamie slowly taking her sundress off and letting the cottony fabric fall away at her feet. And then, I began to wonder what she might be wearing underneath.

No bra, definitely. Lacy panties, maybe? A thong? A lacy thong, even?

I thought about the tanned skin of her neck and shoulders. And then I thought of her ripe, round breasts and her nipples puckering in full attention… Before I knew it, I was seriously contemplating finding out which fitting room she was in and making a play for it.

I figured there was a good chance that she would let me, too. Jamie might not be so keen about me now, but one thing I knew for sure was that she very much enjoyed the sex while we were dating. We both did.

I ran my hand over my eyes in an effort to get my head straight.

I could still go. I could just tell everybody that I needed to be someplace else and leave, and Lucy would definitely understand. Besides, I was sure Marnie wouldn’t let any of her bridesmaids pick something hideous to wear to her wedding.

I stood up and moved to find Lucy, only to see her emerging from the fitting rooms. She wore a dress that was so frilled and so goddamned orange, I had to laugh.

Who in their right mind would even think to try that on? Lucy, that’s who.

“Don’t!” She glared, pointing at me from a distance as soon as the first sound came out of my mouth. I did my best to contain my mirth and finally noticed that she had Marnie—wearing a bridal gown—with her as she purposely strode towards me.

Lucy said nothing else, merely grabbed my wrist as she passed and, suddenly, I found myself having to keep up with her gaziantep escort pace just as Marnie was doing. My friend paused only long enough to ask the sales lady where their restroom was and quickly headed there, finally letting the two of us go once she had closed the door behind her.

“Tell her what you just told me,” Lucy said to her almost sister-in-law, who was looking at her with the same confusion that I was feeling.

“You look like an orange-frosted cupcake in that dress?” The redhead replied uncertainly, clearly having no idea what was being asked of her.

Again, Lucy shot me that look, and I knew better than to laugh again, no matter how much I wanted to.

“No. About Jamie.” She clarified to Marnie.

“Okay,” the younger woman said, still looking puzzled. “Well, her dress was lovely!”

This time, Lucy couldn’t help tapping her feet as she gave Marnie an impatient glance. “No. About Jamie’s ex.”

“Oh, you mean how she’s been harassing Jamie lately?” Marnie’s voice was actually excited, like how game show contestants responded when they were sure they had the answer right.

How that topic would even come up in their conversation, I wouldn’t know—unless my blonde friend had been prying.

I stared back at Lucy while she waited for my reaction. Well, what did she expect? It wasn’t like that information fixed anything.

I had stopped thinking there was something going on between Jamie and her ex on that same Thursday night when the two of us had imploded. Jamie’s reaction alone told me as much, once I had calmed down enough to think about it. But that wasn’t exactly why I wasn’t seeing her anymore, was it?

My jealousy had stemmed more from the fact that I wasn’t really sure that Jamie wanted me beyond the sex. Knowing that she wasn’t having sex with her ex didn’t change that one bit.

Still, I felt like I had to say something now, and I latched on to the part in Marnie’s sentence that had at least piqued my curiosity.

“Harassing her?” I asked, drawing Marnie’s eyes to me.

She looked uncomfortable all of a sudden, realizing that she had just shared information about her friend with two people who probably had no business knowing about it. She nodded anyway, having already said as much.

“Look, it’s really not my place to say—,” Marnie started, her green eyes darting around nervously, and I was ready to leave it at that.

But Lucy wasn’t.

“Harassing her how?” The blonde pressed, not catching the look I had sent her way.

For a moment, Marnie suspiciously eyed us both before deciding to answer.

“Calling her, showing up at her work,” she told us, her disdain for Jamie’s ex, clear. “A couple weeks ago, Jamie had to call the cops because the woman wouldn’t leave her apartment building. Of course, she’d already left by the time they got there.”

I couldn’t help but flinch as a wave of guilt hit me, realizing that I had been there when that was happening. I could have done something. I wasn’t sure what, exactly, but—knowing what I knew now—anything would have been better than just driving away and leaving Jamie to deal with that woman alone.

Marnie folded her arms and fixed me with her gaze upon my reaction.

“I take it you’re the girl Jamie’s been seeing recently?” She asked cautiously, almost as if she wanted me to say no.

“Shit.” She sighed audibly when I nodded. Then, she visibly straightened as she leveled with me. “Look, Shaie, Jamie’s had it a bit rough. Her last relationship was so messy and abusive, she’d given up on dating altogether after that, which was why I was so glad when she told me she was trying again, but—”

I didn’t hear the rest of what Marnie was saying as something suddenly clicked inside me, hitting on what had really been at the core of my frustration with Jamie.

All this time, I had been stupidly judging her efforts by my own standards to the point that I was blind, but now I saw it all clearly: Jamie had been trying. She did want me.

I felt free, all of a sudden. It was as if some shackle had been unlocked and there was nothing holding me back now from wanting to be with Jamie.

“Christ, Shaie, no! Haven’t you been listening?” Lucy said exasperatedly, taking one look at me and correctly guessing my thoughts. “This isn’t just dating for Jamie. This isn’t like riding a bike for her; it’s like trying to get back on the horse!”

“A horse that threw her off and then kicked her around a few times,” Marnie nodded beside her.

I looked at both of them blankly, not sure what they were trying to tell me with that analogy. To be fair, I could be very singular of thought and all I could think of at that moment was how much I wanted Jamie.

Lucy touched my arm in an effort to get me to pay attention.

“It won’t be easy for Jamie.” She told me. “Which means it isn’t going to be easy for you either.”

“So, what, are you saying I shouldn’t be with her?” I asked, every fiber of my being already rejecting that idea out of hand, and Lucy shook her head.

“I’m saying don’t be impulsive,” she clarified, fishing her car keys out of her pocket and placing them in my hand. “Go home, Shaie. Think about it. You can’t do casual with Jamie. Are you sure you’re ready to take that on?”

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I’ve been dropping little hints about it all week. If I ever get my ass to the store for a much needed little something, it promises to be exciting. I mentioned duct tape, but you suggested velvet rope. Either would do. But when we finally get home, I’m going to start with the blindfold. I’m going to lead you into the bedroom, I’m going to tie it tight around your head and make sure you can’t see a thing. I’m going to unbutton your pants and slowly slide them to the floor and help you step out of them, along with your socks and underwear. You are standing there in only your shirt and bra, blindfolded. I am kneeling in front of you, lightly running my fingers up and down your legs. I slide my hands up under your shirt and carefully lift it over your head. I can feel your skin getting warmer. I stand behind you and unhook your bra, and very slowly I push the straps off your shoulders.

You are now completely naked as I lead you to the bed. I have you lay in the very center, and I take your hands and bind them together above your head. Then I run binding from the legs of the bed to hold your wrists down. I bind your feet similarly, but separate, so that your legs are conveniently apart. Then I go into the other room for the props I’ve collected the past week. I have a large, soft feather, which I lightly run all over your skin, down your arms, across your face, over your breasts and stomach, down each leg.

You are getting denizli escort more and more aroused, frustrated. I move on to the peaches. I open the small can of peaches and remove one slice. I run it past your lips, smearing them with the syrup. I put one end in my mouth and move close to you, and you take the other end in your mouth, and we eat the slice together, and our lips meet at the end. I take another slice to your breast, allowing the syrup to drip onto your nipple. You are breathing heavier. I rub the peach all over your tit, then I clean off the sweet liquid with my tongue. I take another slice, balance it on your other breast, and slowly eat it off your flesh, my teeth grazing your nipple. I pour the last of the liquid in the can over your stomach and legs, and I rub it in like lotion. You’re a little squirmy at my touch, you are almost begging me to pay more attention to a certain area.

Not just yet, I tell you. I am lapping at your stomach and legs while massaging your breast aimlessly. You are moaning, it is encouraging. I set the empty can down and pick up a glass of ice cubes. I take a cube and without warning apply it to your breasts, and the sudden chill makes you jump. You gasp as I run it all over your body, and it melts quickly. I dip my hand in the nearby bowl of warm water and run that everywhere the ice cube touched. You are shuddering with shock and pleasure. izmit escort I position myself between your legs and breathe hotly on your already sopping wet pussy. You exclaim in anticipation. I hover a cube over and around your swelling clit, lightly at first, then soon I am assaulting it with the ice. It melts and drips down to mix with your own juices. I run the ice all over your pussy, and you thrust your pelvis despite your bindings.

I push the remainder of the ice inside you and it melts almost instantly. I dip my fingers in the warm water and slowly insert one into you. You gasp and moan my name. I ask you if you like it, and you say yes, I ask you if you want more and you say yes. I remove my finger and take another ice cube as before, chilling your flaming flesh once again. I return my hand to the water, then insert a warmed finger into you, and then another. I am finger fucking you slowly, rhythmically, and you are gyrating your hips with my movements. I turn my hand so that my thumb can work on your clit. I feel the walls of your pussy contract around my fingers, and I hear you utter something happily unintelligible.

I crawl up beside you and suck on your lips while my fingers continue to push in and out of you. You want to touch me, but your restraints are holding securely. I lick your body all the way back down, and I pick up our newest toy. It is the life sized, life like gaziantep escort rubbery kind. I rub the tip of it over your soaked opening, over your sensitive clit, and you still don’t realize what it is. Then I slowly push the head of it into you. I move just the head in and out of you, and you plead with me to fuck you fully with it. I rub your clit with my left thumb while my right hand manipulates the dildo. I hear you cum again, you say you can’t stand it, that it’s too good.

Slowly I begin to insert it all the way in, and I thrust it briskly. You are moaning so loud, and I look up at your face, your lips parted, your eyes covered. Your chest is heaving, and you are beginning to sweat a little. And as I look at you like this and listen to you enjoy it so much, I smile at how sexy the whole scene is. You ask me to stop or at least to slow, you are too exhausted to take much more, you say. In response, I prop myself up on my knees between your legs and hold the dildo to my pelvis as if it is my own flesh, and I use my hips to move the dildo in and out of you. I bend down and suck on one of your nipples while I thrust into you. You are crying out over and over in sexual bliss. I fuck you harder, I love to hear you scream.

You are trembling all over as I finally slow. I withdraw the dildo, it makes a slight squishing sound. I wipe your juices off it onto your breast and then lick them clean. You are quiet now, trying vainly to catch your breath. I kiss you gently and ask how it was. You tell me to untie you and I do. You remove the blindfold, your entire face flush. You tell me to turn away from you, and you place the blindfold over my eyes. You insist on returning the favor, and I gratefully do not object at all.

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STEPPING OUT

After a wild one night stand with Carina, Toni is beginning to reconsider her sexual orientation. In this final chapter she goes back to Carina’s apartment after work to discuss their future relationship as sexual desires rise to the surface yet again.

Toni had been writing for years, short stories for the most part but the novel she was writing had been redrafted several times because the characters didn’t seem to want to play along. Sometimes she felt as if she was merely trotting along behind them recording their conversations and actions for posterity. It was somewhat disconcerting to have a word limit of a few hundred thousand instead of a few thousand and there were times she found herself putting the novel aside just to pen a short story to feel as if she was more in control.

That evening Toni felt very much like one of her characters, knowing the path she intended to take and yet considering other options along the way. Sex with a woman had opened up her world in a whole new way. She’d found it frightening and a little daunting at first but then she’d found her rhythm and ultimately it felt more natural than doing it with a guy. A woman’s body was familiar to her, she knew the moves and yet the fact that Carina was also her friend troubled her. What if this killed a friendship? In that way women were no different to guys. You started off friends, became lovers and if you broke up then you lost not only a lover but a friend.

Toni let her eyes play over the restaurant. Customers ate and talked, drank and laughed just as they had the previous night and indeed every other night but it was different now. Her lover was working the other side of the room and every now and then she’d steal a glance in her direction and wonder if this could be maintained. It was one of her golden rules, don’t date co-workers and she’d just broken it big time, oh and there was that other rule that she didn’t date women. However that last one was more a suggestion than a rule.

She’d spent the morning in a class trying to focus on rewriting one of the passages her teacher had supplied and as luck would have it she chose a paragraph describing the feelings a man had for a woman. Her teacher had jokingly remarked that the women who chose that piece could change the gender to suit themselves. Toni had kept the gender and rewritten it to describe Carina in flowing prose that she had always considered silly. Secretly she was mocking the piece, trying to turn it into satire but her teacher had thought otherwise when Toni read out her paragraph.

“That’s amazing,” he beamed, “you’ve really made that come alive in a new way, I feel almost jealous that I haven’t met this woman yet.”

Toni blushed and not because of the praise, it literally was the way she felt about Carina at that point in time, drawn into her world with no thought for the consequences, hoping for the best and yet fearing the worst, unable to believe her luck.

She left college right after class with every intention of going home but instead ended up dawdling her way along a strip mall, she bought some food in one store and then found herself in a thrift store she’d been in only once before. She tried on some clothes and eventually bought a couple of tops and two bracelets, but some of the other clothes she’d looked at would have suited Carina and she almost bought a patterned shirt before changing her mind. Toni exited the store with her purchases and a sense that things were spiralling out of control.

Carina’s text took her by surprise and after a brief exchange she felt as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Carina still liked her and she almost went back to buy the shirt before changing her mind and going home.

It was sitting at home that really brought it all back though. It was here on the unmade sofa bed that she’d spread her legs for a woman and Toni laid down on the sofa bed with her nose about where Carina’s head had been. She could still smell a hint of her perfume and not long afterwards she drifted into a light sleep punctuated by sudden starts whenever a car went past. Eventually she got up and folded the sofa bed up and went through to try and do some writing.

However that was not meant to be. It seemed that all her inspiration had dried up, a familiar feeling and one she’d overcome many times in the past but today she felt no great desire to do any of the things to break through. She was still reliving the previous night, going over the things they’d said and done to each other and with each passing moment Toni felt a mixture of happiness, fear, and longing. Could this be maintained? How would it be in three months time when Carina left for Scotland? Would Carina change her plans or would it be Toni who did all the changing?

“Enough,” she told herself, “you’re thinking too far in the future, you fucked once. It might not happen again.”

And yet despite that very sage advice, Toni took more care with her routine when getting ready for work. Shower, manicure, hair and then her outfit. She dallied over her underwear drawer before opting for a sexy black denizli escort thong and matching black bra, just wearing the thong felt like an invitation and she chose the newer of her white blouses, even though the one she’d worn last night could still be worn tonight. She almost wore the same trousers until she decided on a whim to wear the mid length black skirt. Toni rarely wore skirts to work and now that she was wearing one it was back to the underwear drawer to find pantyhose, of which she had precious little choice, black or white and the black pair had a run in the ass. But Carina would be the only person to see that she mused as she knotted the tie and pushed it upwards.

“You look good enough to fuck,” Toni told herself as she took a selfie and sent it to Carina.

Carina: You look hot xxx

Toni stared at the selfie Carina had sent and felt a shiver run down her spine.

Toni: So do you, babe xxx

And yet despite that promising exchange there was no greeting kiss when she arrived at work but then again this was different she realised a split second later. Carina’s smile seemed warmer and perhaps suggestive but she wasn’t going to out her at work.

“Catch ya in the break,” Carina nodded at the counter, “you’re working the other side of the room.”

“Right,” Toni switched into the old familiar role of supervisor and subordinate, conscious that other women might have observed the greeting. Would they know or guess anything? Or was she just being paranoid?

It seemed the latter was the case when they both stepped out for a quick break. Carina drew her a little further away from the door and positioned herself so that she could see anyone coming out before Toni.

“We never talked about this last night,” Carina began, “I’m not about to out you.”

“Good,” she exhaled slowly, “I mean not that it’s a bad thing,” she looked past her, “I should but right now I’m confused.”

“I guessed that,” Carina nodded, “it’s okay to doubt and even change your mind. You’re still my friend and it might disappoint me but I could get over it.”

Toni didn’t register anything for a few seconds and then she glanced quickly over her shoulder and took one step closer and turned back to her. Both women stared at each other and then Toni leaned forward and kissed her lightly and gently.

“Thank you, I haven’t made up my mind yet but you just scored a brownie point.”

Carina smiled and kissed her, this kiss lasted a few seconds later but there was suggestiveness in the lingering kiss before she pulled back.

“So, what are you doing tonight? Fancy some company or are you going to write another chapter of your book?”

“Um, yeah,” Toni replied, “I mean yeah, we should go back, perhaps to your place?”

“My place?” Carina smirked, “you sure you’re ready for my place?”

“Why? How many women have you got stashed there?”

“None last time I looked, I tend to use the apartment for sleeping and eating, playtime is always in someone else’s apartment.”

“So, I might be the first?”

“You might very well be,” Carina replied, “and let’s be honest we do need to talk about what comes next in this story.”

It was a potent reminder that at some point Toni would have to make a decision and as they made their way back inside a few minutes later she resolved to keep her mind open. Life just happens her mother had told her once, in spite of yourself. The rest of their shift was uneventful apart from one customer who complained that the dessert was not to her liking and she told Carina in words that had Toni wishing she was able to empty the plate over her lap.

“What a bitch,” Toni fumed as they walked to the station, “I’d have dumped that dessert on her lap.”

“Ooh, you’re showing your dark side,” Carina nudged her playfully, “in Britain they have this cool saying for women like that, mutton dressed as lamb.”

That comment led to Carina’s recollections of Britain, a country she regarded as almost like a home away from home. Carina had lived primarily in Glasgow but had backpacked all over the country, staying in hostels and the occasional B & B.

“London is ridiculously expensive if you want to live there, the hostels were my cheapest option but the tube is actually quite easy to use, very similar to our system, the lines are all colour coded.”

She was still talking as they exited the station onto busy Armitage Avenue but slowed as they drew nearer to the charcoal grey frontage of Starbucks.

“The thing I loved the most though was their health service. I sprained my ankle doing something stupid and just turned up at the hospital thinking how much is this going to cost me? I sat for a bit,” she stopped at the corner of North Sheffield.

“But I was seen to and when I asked where do I pay they just said no charge, I was like why the fuck don’t we have that system here?”

“What’s the catch?” Toni nudged her glasses further up her nose.

“There is no catch,” she slipped a hand into the crook of her arm, “come on, we’re not far.”

Carina wasn’t gaziantep escort joking as she guided her around the corner into the tree-lined avenue. She lived in an apartment block not far from the corner. The red brick veneer looked as if it had been recently restored and Toni glanced over her shoulder briefly as they entered the building.

“I love it here, I must admit,” Carina nodded at the elevator, “it still has that village feel.”

“It must cost a bomb,” Toni replied.

“Not for me it doesn’t,” Carina pushed the button, “this apartment belonged to my grandmother, she moved over here after her husband died and stayed here until she died. Mom kept the apartment and stays here whenever she’s in town on business.”

“What does she do?”

“She’s an activist for a women’s group. Mom has written two books on gender equality and often gets asked to speak.”

“And what does your dad think about that?”

“Ah that’s a question without an easy answer,” she replied as the elevator doors opened.

They both stepped inside and Carina waited until the doors closed.

“Mom and dad have their arrangement, a variation of don’t ask, don’t tell,” she leaned against the back of the elevator, “they each have their lovers but are polite enough to not to embarrass the other, she has a lover in Chicago, he has a girlfriend in New York.”

Toni took a moment to process the information before asking the obvious question.

“So, why are they together?”

“Convenience for one,” Carina’s eyes flickered to the doors as the elevator stopped, “I guess for them it’s acceptance that monogamy doesn’t suit them but it doesn’t mean they can’t stay together for financial and other reasons,” she stepped forward as the doors opened.

“Maybe one day that might change, but it’s been that way for the last few years so I can’t see it changing any time soon,” she glanced across at her.

“Don’t worry, it’s not a genetic condition, I’m very monogamous.”

Toni felt a surge of relief as Carina unlocked her apartment and waved her inside.

“So, how do you feel about it?”

“I got used to the idea but I still think it’s weird.”

“You and me both,” Toni stared at the pictures in the hallway, “is that your mom?”

“That’s mom,” Carina locked the door, “it was taken by her boyfriend, he owns a photography studio that specialises in glamour pictures,” she unbuttoned her coat.

“That’s how they met up,” she parted the coat.

“She chanced across his advertisement and booked herself in for an appointment, I don’t know how it all happened because it’s not something I ask about but they ended up becoming lovers,” she hung her coat on a hook.

“Hang your coat up, I’ll make the coffee or would you like something stronger?”

“Coffee’s fine,” she started unbuttoning her coat.

Carina moved past her, leaving Toni alone in the hallway to contemplate the other pictures. Carina’s father looked to be the same age as her own father but with less hair and he had a severe look in his eyes as if standing in front of a camera was an inconvenience. Carina’s three sisters looked almost as beautiful as Carina. Two were older and the other was younger than Carina. It stood to reason that the mother was a feminist activist with four daughters she told Carina a minute or so later as she entered the kitchen.

“Yeah, there’s always plenty of oestrogen floating around the house at Thanksgiving, dad always wanted a boy, so much so that my youngest sister was called Charley when mom finally gave in and let him choose a name that sounded manly.”

“And he still works for the CIA.”

“Well he never calls it the CIA, officially he calls it the Company but these days he’s working for some private security firm as a consultant, but they’ve certainly got overseas contracts so I resort to the old don’t ask, don’t tell rule.”

“How does that affect you? All these open secrets?”

“It was one of the reasons I had to travel. I just wanted to get out and clear my head. I mean it’s not normal to live like this,” she loosened her tie.

“Normal marriages disintegrate if someone cheats on their partner, but my parents seem to treat it as just a different way of doing things,” she undid the top button of her blouse.

“But the other side of me thinks that there is some kind of twisted logic at work here. There’s no divorce settlement, she has her money and he has his money. They have a joint account for normal household expenses and sleep in separate rooms. The only time we’re all together as a family unit is for special occasions like Thanksgiving or Christmas.”

She leaned against the bench and studied a photograph of a city that looked distinctly European as she continued.

“It was Charlott who really helped me come to terms with it. She used to say we’re not our parents, we can only learn from our parents but we can only repeat their mistakes of our own free will,” she glanced at the coffee maker.

“It’s a German thing to be honest, they’re very conscious of their Nazi past.”

“So seks hikayeleri do you still see Charlott?”

“We email and like Facebook posts but Charlott is with someone else and I’m always careful about my contact with her. I was the one who left her after all, the mere fact that she’s still okay with me talking to her is amazing.”

“I think it’s amazing too,” Toni moved closer to the picture, “where is that?”

“Copenhagen from the top of the Round Tower. It’s an amazing tower with a walkway that just goes around and around until you get to the top. I went there twice, once during the day, which is when I took that picture and once at night when the observatory was open. Copenhagen is an amazing city, I actually lost weight because I was cycling everywhere.”

“You don’t look like you need to lose weight,” Toni glanced over her shoulder and smiled.

“Well I had put on weight in Germany, the girl I was rooming with used to cook because it was what she called therapeutic and because I was new in the country she used me as a guinea pig to try out all her recipes.”

“I’d love to go there,” Toni studied the photograph.

“Well it’s an hour and forty five minutes from Edinburgh to Copenhagen, and a fifteen minute journey from the airport to the city centre.”

“Are you trying to seduce me?” Toni turned towards her.

“I might be,” Carina ran a hand along the bench, “I’ll be staying with one of my cousins but if I brought a friend she’d be okay about that.”

“Until we started fucking.”

Carina chuckled at that and shook her head.

“It’s different in Britain, especially Scotland. There is homophobia wherever you go but they don’t have the same hangups as us Americans, we hide it all under the bed along with our whips and chains but they do talk about it there, and in European countries it’s even more normal.”

Toni propped against the small table by the wall as Carina made coffee. The open offer sounded tempting, a European vacation would certainly enable her to spread her wings and yet there was one thing she needed to consider.

“That just leaves one last question,” Toni mused as they sat down on the couch a few minutes later, “the elephant in the room.”

“Ah that,” Carina settled back against the couch and stared at the ceiling, “I wondered when you were going to get around to that one. There’s an old joke in the lesbian community, on the second date you turn up in a U-Haul truck,” her eyes flickered to Toni.

“Sorry, it’s a shitty joke.”

“But a funny joke though,” Toni nudged at her glasses, “the truth be told I feel myself wavering between two choices. I can either write this off as a brief encounter or I can embrace it and while I might not move in yet I’d be here a lot.”

Carina closed her eyes momentarily while Toni fidgeted with a ring.

“Can I suggest a third alternative?” Carina opened her eyes.

“What?”

“One day at a time,” she went on, “my mother’s boyfriend is an AA member, he’s been sober for over fifteen years and one time I asked him if he was cured. He just smiled and said no, he was just sober one day at a time. He’s never sworn off drinking for the rest of his life because he doesn’t know what will happen tomorrow. I kind of laughed it off at the time but later on I really thought about it and it makes sense. It’s why he can be in a relationship with a married woman who still lives with her husband, he might not see it as ideal but he can put up with it for a day at a time,” she shifted in her seat.

“So maybe that’s the third choice. You’re with me today but you don’t have to promise to be with me tomorrow, and if you wake up tomorrow and decide you still love me then that’s good, but if not then I can live with it. I’ll do the same for you and when I fly to Scotland the same rule applies, you’ll either come with me or stay behind. I’m not going to lead you down the path and I sure as hell am not going to follow you either. I want you beside me today as an equal but it’s a choice we make each morning.”

“A day at a time,” Toni leaned forward to look at her phone as it beeped, “it sounds too simple.”

“Frank calls it a simple program for complicated people. I don’t like working where I am now but I can put up with it one day at a time because I know it’s not forever. I can also commit to one person for a single day without worrying that our love might wither and die.”

“This third option actually sounds good but what about plans for the future?”

“There’s nothing wrong with planning for the future, we all plan for the future. Frank has his own plans too, just not a plan for mom but planning gives us something to aim for, what I’m talking about is our obsession with controlling every aspect of our lives. We can’t predict the future and we can’t live with fear or false hopes for the future.”

“I need to pee,” Toni stood up.

“Through that door, the door at the end,” Carina pointed.

It was such an insanely simple idea and yet as Toni emptied her bladder she felt as if Carina had pierced her with a diamond point, the logic was faultless and it worked on so many different levels. She hated her job but accepted she had to earn money, she loved her writing but often despaired of making it as a writer, she lived in eternal hope of meeting that special person and yet when she was in a relationship she became fretful and anxious.

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Preface

This story tells the changed life of Max, a man very disappointed by his previous relationship, who decides to turn his life around and look for the fulfillment of his deepest kinky sexual desires.

1. The escape

With mixed feelings, relieved and sad, I get into the car with only my most important belongings in my travel bag. Some jeans, shirts, socks and underwear. Obviously my laptop and my collection of CDs and DVDs. Not much but too personal to leave with her.

She hadn’t given me much choice. If I kept holding on to my special desires, it couldn’t go together anymore. I can’t really blame her. I am a separate one. I’m also entitled to my happiness, don’t I? We had grown apart in almost every way. It is better this way. Also for her. No more struggles.

First I drive to a small hotel in the wooded area where we sometimes went for a walk. I have provisionally booked for 7 nights. I’ll see from there. I have a nice buffer of money to sing it out like this for a few months. I opted for a small hotel with a kitchenette in the room so that at least I don’t have to eat out expensive every night on my own. Moreover, the fun is over quickly. I remember that from the times when I had to stay in hotels without colleagues for months on end.

After checking in with a friendly middle aged lady on reception, I find my way to my room. A cozy room with a double bed and a small kitchenette with 2 electric hobs. Fortunately, there is also a microwave. I will use it a lot!

The bathroom has a nice shower cabin.

Now do some shopping and then install the laptop. At the reception I check whether it is possible that I can wash my clothes, which is indeed possible. There is a washing machine in the basement of the hotel. Beautiful.

In the village I get some simple things to eat and drink. A ready-made meal, bread, spreads, fruit juice and some beers.

With the plate of stamppot endive on my lap, I zap through the channels on the TV and hang around a funny episode of Ally McBeal. I don’t feel like doing anything other than watching TV. I’m exhausted. Probably because of all the emotions.

There is good WIFI and I check my email on the phone. Installing the laptop will come tomorrow.

Seated on the bed with 2 pillows under my head, I watch TV for the rest of the evening.

I fall into a deep sleep and wake up in time to go to work. Unfortunately, that also continues even though my mind is not at all.

The drive to the office also gives me some time to realize that my life has now changed. I don’t quite believe it yet, but I’m free. Free!

Free now means single for now, but I hope it will not stay that way.

After a quiet and etiler escort bayan short working day, I drive back to my hotel mid-afternoon. In my room I connect the laptop and connect to the WIFI. Now find out what the possibilities are to get my life back on track. I would love to find someone who is like-minded. Preferably a steady relationship with a woman around my own age. That feels the best. I have been thinking about relationship agencies for a while, but nowadays they are available and available online. Because I didn’t dare to look it up at home on the shared PC, I bought my own laptop. That should work without my ex’s prying eyes.

After some searching I find two online dating sites where people who are looking for something special in the field of sex and who are also looking for a partner for a relationship.

On a Dutch site I can mainly search in the Netherlands and on an international more broad site I can also hope to find foreign women. Of course I am looking for something very specific so I am very curious if I can also specify that in my profile to be created. In addition to all kinds of information about lifestyle and hobbies, I can now also express my sexual preferences. Bingo!

Although I cannot give everything I want, I still feel that this way I could find someone who is a match on a sexual level as well as hobbies, lifestyle and interests.

I will describe myself briefly and also mention that I enjoy traveling, hiking, good books, eating out and music. I also mention that I am a good listener and that I have a meek character. That’s what women should fall for, right?

And then the sexual matters come up. I tick the boxes kinky, bondage, dominant / submissive and watersports. I am slightly submissive myself because I like to be forced to do kinky things. With SM and therefore pain I have nothing at all and I don’t feel the need to hurt my partner, even though she likes it so much. A smack on the buttocks is still fun, but it really shouldn’t go further.

One of my preferences, poo sex or scat, unfortunately is not listed on the Dutch site, but on the other one it is. I therefore hope that a match on the ticked preferences is sufficient. Actually, I assume that women who put the same check marks are also more open to other experiments. Hopefully there are also women on the other site who live in the Netherlands or a little near the Netherlands.

Now then to finalize my profile where I will upload a nude photo of myself in front of the mirror. After all, it’s a dating site with an emphasis on sex. I have to take that picture first. I undress and stand naked in front of the mirror and naturally hold my tummy pendik escort bayan in. I take a picture of myself in the mirror with my cell phone and make sure my face is out of frame. That will come later when I get in touch with someone.

I add the photo to my profile and at that moment I get a kind of butterflies in my stomach. I got terribly excited. Filling in my preferences, writing a short profile about my further interests and the hope of a match has awakened the necessary fantasies in me. I am still naked and walk to the mirror with the sink underneath. I decide to jerk off to myself. That doesn’t take too much effort. Within a minute I cum heavily moaning and a good load of cum squirt into the sink. That was badly needed!

To congratulate myself on my new step, I decide not to cook something myself and go to the Chinese in the village to get a bowl of nasi goreng with satay. I call to place the order and when I arrive it is ready for me. In the hotel room I’m just in time for a new episode of Ally McBeal. Not really my type of program but it fascinates me enough to start taking it. So I will try to be in the room around dinner time every day so that I can continue to watch the series without missing anything.

After dinner I am very curious about existing profiles of women on my dating sites. I fill in some search data and start browsing. That disappoints me a bit. Although I did not expect that there would be much to find, the range of interesting ladies is very limited. The only real contenders only live a bit too far away in Germany. All the way near Potsdam. That might be nice for once, but if it really worked out, one of us would have to move. I would rather not do that because of my good job. So on the international site I find women who match very well but who all live too far away. Not one in the Netherlands unfortunately.

Because I could not express all preferences on the Dutch site nor can I look them up, I have to hope that the women I want to approach are open-minded enough for my extra hobbies. In any case, they are all in for kinky games and water sports. I am quite charmed by two ladies. A lady with exciting lingerie on her profile photo from Groningen and a lady without a clear photo from Harlingen. Two bare legs on a beach with cocktail on a little table. No faces in the photos, of course. Both not too far away. I decide to work on it immediately and send them a first message via the Dutch website.

It only takes about ten minutes for the first response to arrive. That is nice and fast. Yvonne from Groningen wants to know more about me and asks me for a more extensive story about myself via email. Of course I don’t taksim escort bayan want to keep her waiting long and let her know that I will start right away. I write out what kind of relationship I come from, what kind of work I do and go deeper into my interests. I also ask her, so as not to be too intrusive, if she would like to read more details about my sexual desires. I immediately ask her whether she wants to at least describe that in her answer. Of course I am most curious about that. I also propose to meet her over dinner.

The proposal for a dinner is good. She immediately makes a proposal for a nice restaurant in the city center of Groningen. She had already been there regularly and would like to meet with me there, provided that the email exchanges continue to give a positive impression. Yvonne further writes that she is an executive secretary and that her previous relationship has ended. Her ex-husband did not want to meet her wishes to handle her firmly in sex and to be her master. I am excited by this description but I have my doubts whether this is a match. Being a master once might be fun, but my feelings are mildly submissive when it comes to these kinds of things. Not that I need to be continuously commanded now. But a woman who occasionally forces me to do kinky things under loving pressure is more my thing. I decide to answer this anyway in the hope that she can give it a positive twist. Maybe we can vary it a bit. As long as there doesn’t have to be any pain involved.

Her answer comes after half an hour. She is really looking for a man who can handle her firmly and doesn’t see any point in seeing me in a submissive role every now and then. Good friends and a thank you for your interest. And good luck with the search. That’s too bad. I write to her that I understand and that I wish her luck too.

Two days later the reaction of the woman from Harlingen follows. Her name is Mieke and she is up for anything. Her hobbies are also traveling and especially exciting adventures. She makes no bones about it. In addition to looking for a permanent kinky relationship, she is also in for a one-night stand. Well, if it doesn’t work then it doesn’t harm, right? She has sent a nice picture of herself. Again on the beach, but not just legs and a cocktail. The photo was taken on the beach of Makkum. I had been there once. A man-made beach on the Ijsselmeer. A nice place where she lives not far from.

What she also writes is that she has a Bed & Breakfast in the countryside near Harlingen and whether I also need shelter for a longer period of time. She has a small farmhouse between the meadows close to the seawall and has one room left and would like to rent it out for a longer period of time. It immediately starts to itch because something like that would of course also be ideal. A hotel is a bit more expensive.

I decide to respond positively to this and propose to take a look. If it clicks between us, it is also a bonus. I send a photo of myself and I am very curious how this will continue.

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