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Chapter 1—Hera’s Discovery

“—And by Tatarus, I’m sick of it!” Hera shouted.

Athena looked demurely away. “Well, he is Father of the Gods. He is supposed to make a few new ones, every now and then…” The pair were eating ambrosia on a terrace on Mount Olympus, home to the pantheon of Gods that dominated most of the Middle Sea.

Hera glanced at Athena bitterly. “He’s also my husband!” she snapped. “I can’t believe you all defend him like that! Don’t rules count for anything?”

Athena gave a polite cough. “Well, yes, they do, but—well, he IS the rules.” She glanced at Hera sympathetically. “It’s important to remember that.”

Hera looked away. “And I count for nothing? I’m the Queen of Heaven…”

Athena sighed. “Hera—he’s my father. Don’t ask me to attack him—I can’t…”

Hera nodded slowly. “I should have expected that from…” Suddenly she gasped. “Oh, would you look at that?”, she said, pointing over to another table.

Athena glanced over and then stared, her eyes wide. “Why that—hussy…”

The object of their scorn sat at the opposite end of the terrace. Aphrodite was being fed ambrosia by Ares, who tall, handsome, and definitely not her husband.

Hera shook her head. “How can Hephaestus stand that?”

Athena sighed and shrugged. “He’s really to sweet for his own good…”

Hera glared over at the lovers’ table. “And with Ares? He’s not even an Olympian! That Thracian bastard spends most of his time sucking up to Zeus and the rest of us, and the other half boasting! The moment he runs back to daddy Atlas is the moment the whole Mount Olympus gets cleaned up…” Hera shuddered. “And to have an affair with him! That woman has absolutely no taste…”

Athena nodded. “Hephaestus really deserves better than her.”

Hera looked at her pointedly. “He was always fond of you.”

Athena started and then shook her head a little too hurriedly for Hera’s tastes. “Oh, you know I pledged to Zeus to remain chaste and unwed…”

Hera sighed. “So did Artemis, though I think she had different reasons…” Hera chuckled. “You and her aren’t zonguldak escort seeing each other, are you?”

“Of course not!” Athena stood up, suddenly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to be in Athens. They’re praying for victory right now, so I figure I’ll inspire the troops…” With that Athena vanished. Hera frowned. Athena was probably the only friend she had among the gods—and even she wasn’t that close. It was probably her temper that drove the others away—but damn it, could anybody blame her! Hera felt a wave of anger steal over her that caused several house fires and a small heat wave before she could get it under control. Several hundred years of marriage, and Zeus still played the field with an enthusiasm no mortal playboy could hope to match. Mortals—nymphs—goddesses—sometimes it seemed there was no limit to what he’d bed. Hell, he’d even screwed a few men over the ages. And she—his wife was just supposed to sit back, and take it with a smile. Hera stood up and left the terrace. She couldn’t eat anymore—she was simply too angry. Walking back to the Celestial Palace, she swore that next time she caught Zeus, she’d do something to teach him a lesson. Something more forceful than turning the girl into a cow. As she entered the palace, she was surprised to find that the servants were all gone. Five steps in, and she realized why.

“Oh, Zeus! Ohhh, Zeus! It’s so goood! Fuck!”

Hera snarled. Okay, this was it. Zeus and his latest floozy were in for it. She walked forward, following the ecstatic cries of joy the couple were making.

“Ohh—ohhh” groaned Zeus. “Damn it, you are still the best lay I’ve ever had!”

“And so are you!” cried his paramour. “You always fill me up so good! So good and hot!”

Hera reached the source of the noise—a small back closet in the palace, closed with a thick curtain. Behind it, she heard the frenzied sound of flesh slapping against flesh, as the couples’ sex session continued. A thin smile spread over her face. All she had to do now was open the curtain, and fethiye escort she’d catch Zeus in flagrant delicto, as that little village in Italy liked to put it. Still for a moment she hesitated. This was a risky step.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck me with that great big dick of yours!”

“Only if you keep squeezing me with that marvelous juicy pussy of yours!”

“It’s a deal! Just don’t stop! Don’t-ever-FUCKING-STOP!”

Okay. They were fried. Hera opened up the curtain, and gasped quietly at what she saw. It was impossible. Even Zeus had his limits didn’t he? He couldn’t be doing this…

“Ahhh! More! More! More!”

But he was. Zeus’s muscular form was energetically pounding against the curvaceous body of Rhea, his mother. They were both standing up, Zeus pressed against her back, and pushing his cock into her with enough force to make Rhea’s pendulous breasts and luscious full ass jiggle.

“Oh-oh-fuck—I’m going to come, son! You hear that? You’re going to make mommy come!”

“Shit! This pussy of yours is going to make me come soon, mother. It’s so fucking good…”

“It should be—it made you!”

Hera stood there, trying to breathe. They hadn’t seen her yet. Good. She could go, and they’d never known she’d seen them—them fucking. Rhea and Zeus fucking. Fucking each other. A mother and son, fucking. How could they do it…? How…? Hera stared at them. Zeus was grabbing Rhea’s breasts and was now yanking roughly on her nipples. Rhea groaned, and leaned her head back to kiss him. Hera was glued to the doorway. She knew it was wrong, knew it was sick, but she just had to watch these two.

Rhea and Zeus broke their kiss. “Shit—I’m coming!” screamed Rhea.

Zeus slapped her ass, lustily. “Oh yeah! Come on my cock—come on my cock, bitch!”

Rhea looked back at him, and gave a nasty sneer. “First, shoot it in my pussy! Shoot your wad in mommy’s pussy!”

Zeus bellowed, and grabbed Rhea’s shoulders, thrusting forward with sudden force. “Shit! Shit! Feel it! Feel it! Feel my seed in your cunt!”

Rhea alanya escort screamed in response. “Fuck! Fuck! Oh, FUCK! You’ve made mommy cum, son! Feel MOMMY CUUUUM!”

Hera watched as the fluids leaked from Rhea’s cunt down the pair’s legs. Breathing heavy, a thin sheen of sweat on their divine bodies, the pair leaned against each other. Rhea kissed Zeus’s cheek lightly, as he massaged her clit with his right hand, and her nipples with his left. “Zeus, my son, you’ve reminded me exactly why you’re my favorite son.”

Zeus nipped her ear in response. “Also the most duteous.” He moved down to her neck. “Now then, are you ready for another round…”

Rhea gave a throaty chuckle. “As soon as you are, dear…”

Hera leaned forward, now, intent on seeing more. It didn’t matter that Zeus was screwing his mother—or rather it did, but it only made things hotter. She just had to see them do it again. Hera smiled slightly. Divine incest shouldn’t seem so very odd to her. She and Zeus were, after all, brother and sister, even if things had been so odd that even he seemed to forget that most of the time. But still—Rhea represented a line that even Hera had thought couldn’t be crossed, and now it turned out, Zeus had done that—had done that often enough that the pair had even developed a certain familiarity…

Hera was so busy thinking that, that she failed to think about other matters like balance, and toppled forward into the closet, right in front of Zeus and Rhea. The pair broke their foreplay mid-kiss to stare at her.

“Hera?” Zeus stated—more mildly surprised than concerned, Hera noted.

Hera gulped, and stared at him defiantly. “I saw it, Zeus! I saw the whole thing! Do you think you can keep the throne when the other Olympians discover you’re giving it to your mother? So if I were you, I’d…”

Hera’s tirade was cut off from a deep laugh from Rhea. “Hera? Spying on us? I think she’s been a naughty girl, don’t you, Zeus, dear?”

Zeus grinned. “Oh, yes, I most certainly do…”

Rhea stepped out of his embrace, leaving Zeus’s impressive cock hanging in the air. Hera stared at it, nervously, as Rhea kneeled before her, her large breasts and erect nipples inches from Hera’s face. Rhea licked her lips, as she eyed the fallen Queen of Heaven. “And we all know what happens to naughty girls, don’t we?” Rhea’s hand ventured forward and gave Hera’s ass a light swap. “They get punished…”

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Gremory appeared in a flash of black light and smoke, and before it had even cleared, she realized it was all going wrong. Typical summoners were teenagers equipped with half-memorized words they’d found on a forum, with not even a Seal of Solomon to protect them. Better prepared summoners had sigils they’d traced from library books and mispronounced words invented by the Golden Dawn; these folks were harder to enslave, but just as easy to trick. (Perhaps even more so- a little confidence is a dangerous thing.) What she had never, ever seen before was a nerdy goth girl passed out on the ground, and a beautiful winged figure who seemed to be carved from silver marble.

She hadn’t even seen an angel in over a millenia. Even once more was too much.

“Ill-met, my adversary,” Gremory said in as detached a tone as she could manage. “Do you serve as this foolish summoner’s guardian angel? It seems a lowly job for a member of the heavenly host.” She tossed her long chestnut curls, woven with golden thread and emerald beads, and held her head up high, baring her neck beneath its net of pearls and her bare shoulders gleaming above her wine-red velvet gown. Who was he to think he could intimidate her?

Admittedly, he wasn’t a bad sight himself. Seven feet tall or so, with six wings lining his back, he looked so much like a work of art that it was a surprise when he moved and his silver-marble locks swayed over his shoulders. The light gleaming from his eyes was piercing even to a supernatural being, and his face was so beautiful that if he’d really been a statue, she would have assumed it was made in the likeness of the artist’s lover. He was clad only in a white robe, which was draped around him in such a way as to preserve only the bare minimum of modesty.

“What would you have done to this poor girl?” he asked, indicating the prone summoner. His voice resonated in Gremory’s bones, and she barely suppressed a shudder.

“Whatever she asked for, naturally,” Gremory responded. “Was she really so wicked that divine intervention was needed to prevent her dreams from coming true?”

The angel’s perfect face scowled, which made no dent upon his beauty.

“Duchess Gremory,” he said, “chief procuress of hell. I know what you have gümüşhane escort done to those who call upon you in the name of love. You offer them slaves and call it romance, you twist them into mad libertines with borrowed power, and should another summoner or even a demon desire them in turn, you throw your foolish partners to them in chains as you feast on their suffering.”

This wasn’t entirely fair; Gremory had only done that last part once. When King Paimon, Most Beloved of Lucifer, desires a witch he sees through the scrying glass, it would be foolish for an enterprising demoness not to trick her, bind her, and deliver her to his harem. It wasn’t as if it was her regular business practice.

“I do not seek to war with you over this fool,” she said. “If you care for her so much, you may have her, and I shall be on my way-“

The angel had a hand around her arm before she finished speaking, and with a shock of pain that shook through her entire body but lasted no more than an instant, he yanked her across the boundaries of the summoning circle. Gremory landed ungracefully on the floor, completely uncoordinated in the face of the first physical pain she could remember experiencing in thousands of years.

“Truth follows after you,” the angel said, “even if man’s justice cannot.”

That told her which angel he was- Emmett, Truth, bound to the earth until judgment day as punishment for speaking against humanity’s creation. Rather than joining with Lucifer’s legions, he continued to serve his god while living among the very beings he had warned against. Perhaps it had driven him mad, even more so than others of his kind.

“Shall I humble the demon who seeks to poison humanity,” he asked, “or shall I destroy her altogether? Perhaps I should claim her, and let her know once and for all who rules in the kingdom of the lord. Does that frighten you, duchess of hell?”

Gremory looked up at him, at a loss for words.

The truth was, demons didn’t really fuck unless they were specifically supposed to. If Gremory could fuck the lonely people who summoned her, there wouldn’t be any temptation to lead them into. It was far more wicked to answer their pleas for hatay escort love by forcing innocent women to fall for them; it muddied the summoner’s ideas of consent, and resulted in furious and violent clashes when the love spell wore off.

But this was a bluff. Wasn’t it? Could angels bluff?

When Emmett lowered himself to his knees and leaned over top of her, she had her answer.

“You can’t do this!” Gremory gasped. “You’re an angel!”

“Who are you to say what an angel may do?” said Emmett as he pinned her down. “What right has a demon to determine their own punishment?” He clutched the top of her gown in a fist and ripped it away, scattering beads every which way across the ground and baring the top half of her body- a beautiful body designed to entice men to sin- to his eyes. Gremory struck and flailed at him, but he hardly even seemed to notice.

“Hell can produce loveliness, it seems,” said the angel. He groped at a large, bare breast while maintaining his infuriatingly calm expression. “Even if it is only a pornographic imitation of Eve.” Gremory snarled and attempted to spit at him for that, but he stopped her with a kiss that electrified every nerve in her body. Bliss mixed with terror- Emmett would have made a good demon.

Gremory had almost decided to stop struggling when the angel cast aside his robes and she saw what was between his legs.

She’d heard of the sons of god finding the daughters of man fair, but by all that was unholy, how had they ever managed to do anything about it? That thing was as long and wide as her lower arm, even if it did taper off to a curved point at the end. At best, a mortal girl might be able to fit in the very tip. Gremory looked up at Emmett, planning on hurling some defiant insult, but none came to mind.

“How can you even walk?” she asked instead.

The angel gave her no response, but tore at her skirt, baring her long legs and the silken hair between them. She pushed up her knees to dislodge him, but her struggles were significantly weaker and more distracted than before. One of Emmett’s knees forced her legs apart, and she felt the curved point of his phallus prod at her lower lips. When he made his ısparta escort first thrust, she prepared to be ripped apart.

It seemed, however, that heaven was merciful. Though Gremory was filled and stretched to a greater capacity than she knew was possible, the sensation was not painful. In fact, the curved tip pressed against a spot inside her that made her weep, and when he began to pull out again, she clutched at his shoulders frantically.

“Wanton creature,” he said.

“Pious tyrant,” she replied. Any further words of defiance were knocked out of her by the next thrust, sending her to the ground again with her back arched and her eyes dizzy. At first she tried to scratch at his arms with her nails, but what was meant to be a struggle turned into desperate grabbing, pulling him back down into her. Emmett’s hands were all over her body, and his lips kissed along the side of her neck no matter how she twisted.

“Lucious,” he sighed as he ran a hand over her thigh. “You paint the path to sin with such sweetness. What a beautiful creature our child would be.”

That wasn’t possible…right? Gremory felt a thrill of fear at the thought, but each rough thrust shaking her body made it harder and harder to think about anything clearly.

“Harder, you bastard!” she screamed. Each time he hit the sweet spot inside her, it pushed her nearer to shameful joy and, and she was seized with fury whenever he withdrew. The light of heaven- awful, awful heaven- and she screamed with pleasure as he at last pushed her over the edge.

A demon who came dancing on an angel’s cock. She was never going to live this one down.

The angel continued to attack her now-limp body until at last he too collapsed in a climax. He pressed another kiss upon her forehead, and Gremory could only groan in response. She was a mess- her finery was strewn about the ground, her hair was undone, her skin was marked with heaven’s touch and her insides still pulsed and ached. Even when Emmett lifted himself from off of her, she doubted she would even be able to rise to her knees.

Fortunately- or rather, unfortunately- she was spared trying. The angel of truth wove his fingers into her hair and pulled her, prone, after him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she moaned.

“Claiming the rewards of virtue,” the angel responded, as he dragged her away.

***

Raven Levine, novice witch and first-time summoner, remembered only one thing about her attempt at goetia- the image of a man made of light dragging away a naked woman by her hair. She never touched a demonic seal again.

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I close my eyes and dive.

I’m naked, save for my bandana and loincloth. For tradition.

(“It’s bad luck to scandalize the fish,” my mentor used to say. Her idea of a joke.)

The water is heavy and cold on my skin. I feel around through slippery kelp for precious pearl oysters.

After a few more dives, when the sun is getting low, I bring my prizes to the sand for inspection.

I take an oyster into my hand, cradling it as though not to injure it.

With a finger, I part the coarse mouth. I press my fingertip into the delicate flesh–so soft and slippery!–massaging it with deep, swirling strokes.

A nub emerges from the folds. Carefully, I persuade it to expend itself into my hand.

My patience is rewarded. The oyster gives of its pearly white treasure, so perfectly pale, gleaming with briny moisture.

I wipe away the salty drops and deposit the pearl into a soft pouch.

I work my way through the other oysters, encouraging them to spill their essence. But none do.

There isn’t much daylight left. The water goes from tekirdağ escort darkly translucent to inky black.

With stiff muscles and a tired mind, I dive. I propel myself into the wet, icy flesh of the world, and things start to go wrong.

I haven’t breathed properly. My muscles are setting like clay. I open my eyes to the offensively salty watery, and I’m not sure which way is up.

I’m eerily calm as a creeping darkness overtakes my consciousness.

I open my eyes one more time, indifferent to the sting. Absurdly, there’s something down here with me.

It seems like a man. But I can’t tell for sure.

I’m descending towards him. Not on purpose. It’s like I’m falling.

He raises his arms in a welcoming hug.

And he keeps raising arms, thick, powerful, in all directions, curling towards me…

Then I’m on my back. I can’t see what’s raising me from the water. Cold wind stings my vulva through my pubic hair. I realize that my loincloth is gone.

Something has tokat escort me by the ankles. I try to jerk my feet away, but I can’t. All I see when I look down is long, thick coils, black and featureless.

I’m trying not to panic.

The wind whips my hair around, drying my eyes, raising goosebumps, hardening my nipples.

There’s something between my feet, like a dark bald head. It approaches my cunt like a nosy animal.

Before it can push its way into a place that only lovers have known, I force the word out.

“Stop!”

The head pauses.

Another looms in the corner of my eye–two of them?–and, for the first time, I feel the intimation of words.

It makes me a promise I can’t turn down.

I acquiesce, and the head between my legs afixes itself to my cunt. I feel countless tiny little pulses, and I realize the thing is sampling the blood of my menstruation.

Despite my dread and the tightness in my stomach, I register the pleasure. It’s a transgressive pleasure, being voluntarily trabzon escort molested by two beings I’m powerless to stop.

Then the thing is applying its pulsations directly to my clitoris, and I can’t help it. I’m starting to come.

The one above my face cradles my breast. Its mouth descends upon mine, smothering my hoarse cry as my orgasm ripples through me…

I take a deeply drawn, ragged breath. My dried, salty eyes spring open. It’s nighttime. I’m laid out on the rocks, under the starshine of a cloudless night sky.

I take stock of myself.

My legs are covered in strange uniform bruises. I’m sore, worn out, lungs aching. My mouth is bitter from seawater. My loincloth and bandanna are missing.

But, otherwise, I think I’m okay.

I touch myself between my thighs. My fingers come away wet with a thick coating of ocean slime.

Then I notice the oysters.

Stiffly, I hoist myself into a sitting position. The oysters are laid out by my side. Not a lot of them, but enough for a precarious armload.

Flashing back to my earlier disappointment of a single pearl, I gather them up into my arms, and find that my breasts and neck are covered in the same bruises as my legs.

I perform my ritual with the oysters, fingering them one by one, encouraging them to open for me and spend themselves on my hand.

Each one gives me a large, perfect pearl.

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Mana slipped off the ledge into the churning water of the cave, her tail firmly attached. She greeted her sister Quinara with a head bump and swam around her making a high keening noise that conveyed happiness to be back in the water.

Quinara motioned towards the land man who was treading water, his limbs moving in panic. Quinara smiled in anticipation and Mana nodded.

Mana broke the surface of the water as her sister reached the man’s legs, feeling her way up them.

“Jesus!” she heard him yell. He was the sandy haired man, the worried one who came looking for his friend. She looked around the cave for Danny, the dark soldier. He was standing on the ledge, fear pulsing off him with a sweet tang.

“Get away from us,” Danny said. Mana admired his nakedness and the long organ between his legs that had used her so well.

“You don’t mean that,” she said, using the full power of her yellow-green eyes on him. Her breasts bounced above the waves under her silky coral hair. “Come in and play with us.”

She glanced back to where Quinara’s dark head was below the water, stripping the man’s pants off. She used her hands to grip his erect penis with the little suction cups on her fingers. He moaned. She began kissing and sucking his balls and licking around and around the tip of his cock.

“Your friend is playing,” Mana said. “We won’t hurt you.” It was a blatant lie.

Danny clenched his fists, his cock starting to swell of its own accord. He watched Mana’s breasts peek out of the water and Quinara’s dark head as she sucked on Sam’s cock below the surface.

“Viens ici… Come, please,” Mana said, her voice a little unsteady. Her languages were slipping up again. She wanted this one badly.

Mana began to pump her tail in circles and she wriggled her upper body, unconsciously performing a mating ritual. She stopped in shock. She could not allow herself to mate in bond until her 100th tidespan. She definitely couldn’t bond erzurum escort with a land man without risking death from her people or his.

She wanted to take this one home with her and keep him in the depths of the ocean. Instead, she and her sisters would lavish him with his heart’s desires before he gifted them with his life.

“I..” Danny was wavering, his desire for her warring with his need to get him and Sam to safety.

Mana hummed a mersong in their high-pitched language, blending the call of the sparkling water, the sun reflecting off the glistening sea, and seagulls drifting on the wind. It was a song for sailors to come exploring and it had lured much stronger men than this soldier. Sam’s moans punctuated the air as Quinara worked on him.

Danny shuddered and took three steps towards the water until his toes were on the edge. Mana’s nipples sharpened to points and her sex tingled in anticipation of making him hers.

To her shock, the man clenched his fists and stopped.

“No.” he gasped, “Stay away from me, you… ” His eyes were glazed with a mix of desire and horror. He couldn’t bring himself to say what she was.

“Mer?” She reached out to touch his naked toes, singing in her language about what she would do to him if she had him in her bed. She sucked on the tip of his big toe then licked the space between his toes.

Impatient, Mana used her tail to jump above the water, grab Danny’s knees and pull him in. The water muffled his yell.

Deep below, she could see him struggling to swim up and tutted in annoyance that humans panicked when it would serve them to conserve their energy and air. She reached out to him. He gripped her arms, his eyes falling to her naked chest then widening as they dropped to her tail.

Mana cupped his strong jaw and sang to him of waters so deep the pressure felt like a massage as you moved, of places with no light where eskişehir escort you used your ears and mouth to taste the water.

When she bent to kiss his pursed lips, she opened them and breathed air into his mouth. Her tongue tangled in his. She wove an air spell, something that Merpeople had very little power over, but it would last the night.

He smiled in wonder as he took a deep gulp of water and it formed into air in his lunges. He laughed. He looked wonderful with a smile. He was too serious above ground, she could tell.

She felt a momentary pang that he was to be their sacrifice for her younger sister’s Eventail where they would dance under mother moon and he would make love to a virgin. Then they would kill him, the blood of the earth mingling with the blood of the sea.

“Come,” she whispered. She had faith he would follow her as they swam to the surface.

Quinara and the golden man were not in the water any longer. When she and Danny broke the surface, they saw that Quinara’s tail was off and she was bent over a rock on the ledge of the cave. The man’s face was deep in her pussy from behind, and he was alternating licking her tight asshole and deep into her pink slit. His hands spread her buttocks wide as she knelt on shaky legs. Her heavy breasts were pressed hard against the rock. She held the edges and closed her eyes in rapture.

“Si! Oh yes! Please!” she was screaming and switching from land talk to Mer, gasping in high keening sounds that meant pain and pleasure found only on the earth. The man was so engrossed in his lover that he didn’t notice Mana and Danny, but Danny’s cock had sprung up upon watching her sister and his hands, seemingly of their own accord, felt Mana’s tits, squeezing them and brushing across her nipple.

Mana whispered in his ear as she felt for his hard length, stroking it.

“You like watching your friend fuck my sister,” gaziantep escort she said, hoping she used the word fuck correctly like she had heard it from him. “You can have her and me both if you come with us.” Danny gasped as Mana lowered herself, kissing along his body and taking his hard cock in her mouth.

On the rock, the land man had licked Quinara’s asshole one last time, stabbing his tongue deep in the crevice between her cheeks. He leaned back to position his cock at her tight asshole and began to push his way inside. Quinara gasped in surprise and swore as he violated her tight, untried hole, pushing forward as he held her hips steady.

“Come on baby, that’s right, open for me” he said, groaning as his head popped through her opening. He waited, inching forward slowly. He was very large and Quinara whimpered then moaned as he reached around her to tickle the sweet sensitive spot at the tip of her pussy.

He groaned as he pushed further in her ass, spreading her cheeks wide, and spanking one with a sharp crack.

“Yes, oh yesss.”

Quinara was moaning, whimpering and shuddering. He began to move a little faster and harder, eyes closed in ecstasy as he forced her tight asshole wide open with his thick length. He pushed his whole cock into her ass and lifted her torso so he could play with her large, fleshy tits. He began pumping harder, grinding, feeling her tits bounce with one hand as he made her cum with the other.

Quinara screamed as he lost all control and rammed her hard, pulling fully out of her ass and then back in. She came with a sob, loving the pain and the sharp warmth of his hand on her clit. He pumped a few more heavy thrusts, then yelled out, convulsing as he poured his cum into her ass, claiming it as his.

He fell on top of her on the hard floor, his cock still jerking in her spread hole, his head buried in her black hair. He turned his head towards the ocean where Danny’s face was screwed up in ecstasy as Mana worked his turgid cock in her mouth under the water. She sucked and pulled and he gripped her head, her hair spilling upwards under his hand. He groaned and pushed deep in her throat as he came.

Mana smiled in satisfaction as she swallowed his salty semen down her throat. He’d follow them anywhere they wanted now. He was hers.

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Immersion Playground

Book

: The Proposal

Chapter 7

Rick and Giselle arrive at Mangia! at six forty-five—fifteen minutes early. Sal, the owner, greets them warmly, giving Giselle a hug and shaking Rick’s hand before escorting them to a table in the corner. They are just sitting down when Rick sees Teri enter. Rick begins to rise to meet her, but Sal is quicker and makes his way to the front.

It always amazes Rick that Sal seems to be everywhere and do everything. Sal either does the cooking himself or supervises it, and also greets most of the guests and waits on a few tables, normally his regulars. All in all, it makes the small restaurant seem more like a large family than a business.

Sal walks Teri to their table. “Giselle, Charlie, and now this lovely woman,” Sal says in his rich baritone and thick Italian accent. “My restaurant is full of beautiful woman.” He smiles broadly and heaves a dramatic sigh. “I will care for this table personally. Please, Teri, have a seat,” he says, pulling out a chair next to Giselle.

Rick and Giselle rise as Giselle holds out her hand. “Hello Teri. I’m Giselle and this is my husband, Rick.”

Teri shakes each of their hands in turn. “Teri Shorr,” she says in return. “I can’t tell you how pleased I am to meet you.” She acts as if she has more to say, but stops.

“Shall we sit down?” Rick suggests, helping Teri cover her awkward feelings.

“Giselle, I have a new wine I am thinking of adding to my cellar,” Sal says. “I would like you to try it and tell me what you think. My brother, he sent me a case from Italy.”

“That would be lovely, Sal. You know I love to try new wines.”

Sal turns to Teri. “Giselle, she helps me choose my wines. Best advice Charlie ever gave me. Now my wines complement my food even better,” Sal says with a chuckle. “I should pay her, but all she will let me to do is feed her.”

“Sal, you give me too much credit,” Giselle says, blushing lightly.

Sal chuckles again and pats Giselle on the shoulder. “You give yourself too little. I’ll be back,” he says, as he turns to greet a family walking in the door.

Teri looks at Giselle with wide eyes. “You’re a wine expert too?” she asks, her voice full of respect.

“Hardly,” Giselle says.

“Yes,” Rick says at the same time.

A couple of minutes later Sal returns with a bottle of wine in hand. He opens the bottle and pours a small amount in a glass. Giselle doesn’t make a big production of it, but she checks the clarity and bouquet of the wine before tasting. She holds the glass aloft.

“More please,” she says with a big smile.

“You like, then?” Sal asks, beaming.

“This is very good. You should definitely add this to your cellar,” Giselle confirms as Sal refills her glass.

Sal plops the bottle in the middle of the table. “This one is on the house,” he says, then holds his arms open as if to give a hug. Rick is confused by the gesture, but then turns to see Charlie and Todd approaching. “Charlie,” Sal booms out, “So good to see you again.” He hugs her and kisses her on the cheek. “You’re lucky man,” Sal says to Todd, shaking his hand.

“I know, Sal. She reminds me of that frequently,” Todd says, smiling broadly.

Sal laughs. “You listen to her,” he says. “You listen to her good.”

Sal begins passing out menus as Charlie and Todd sit down. Rick isn’t sure where he got them, as he didn’t think they were in his hand when he brought the wine, and they certainly weren’t in his hand when he hugged Charlie. Rick glances around and sees a waiter walking away. Rick grins. That Sal, he’s a smooth one all right. Sal takes their drink orders and scurries away.

“Sorry we’re late. Traffic. I see you’ve met,” Charlie says.

“We introduced ourselves,” Rick replies. “Sal, he sort of fills as room when he’s around, you know?”

Charlie smiles broadly. “He’s such a sweetheart. Seems like I’ve known him forever. Todd and I started coming here right after he opened,” Charlie says to Teri before turning to Todd. “How long ago was that? Ten years? Maybe more?”

“That’s probably about right,” Todd agrees. “You were still modeling, and I was just a flunky at Stern and Daniels.”

Charlie returns her attention to Teri, trying to draw her into the conversion. “Everything here is good or excellent,” Charlie says as Sal returns and begins setting their drinks around the table.

“You ready to order or do you need more time?” Sal asks.

“You want to order for us, Sal?” Charlie asks.

“Oh no. I could do that for you four, but I don’t know what the young lady likes.” Sal turns his attention to Teri. “Do you know what you want? Then I can know what to scrape out of the bottom of the pan for them,” he says with a nod of his head to the rest of the table.

“Uh…” Teri begins. “I guess anything. But I prefer red sauces to white,” Teri says demurely.

“Ah! I know just the thing then. You no like, I will fix you something else, but I think you will like it,” Sal says with a big smile. “The rest of düzce escort you lot, I’ll see if there is something for you.” With that he draws himself up with great dignity and bustles into the kitchen.

As soon as Sal is out of earshot the entire table begins to snicker. “Is he always like that?” Teri asks.

“Only if he likes you,” Charlie replies.

“If he brings you the manicotti, you will think you’ve died and gone to heaven,” Giselle adds. She pours the wine into everyone’s glasses, pausing over Teri’s glass in a silent question.

“A little, I guess. I’m not much of a wine drinker,” Teri says quietly.

“Neither am I,” Rick says. “But trust Giselle. She knows what she’s talking about.”

Teri takes a tentative sip and her eyes open a bit wider. “Wow. That’s not bad,” she says as if surprised.

“The difference between a quality wine and swill,” Giselle says with a smile.

A waiter arrives with plates, a serving of bread, and dough knots drizzled with garlic butter. “Complements of the kitchen,” the waiter says, placing the items on the table.

“Would you have Sal send out another bottle of his most excellent wine?” Giselle asks the waiter, handing him the empty bottle.

When the waiter is gone Giselle turns her attention on Teri. “Teri, I wanted to tell you how touched Rick and I were to your reaction to our immersion. I’m glad you found it… helpful, for lack of a better word.”

The ice broken, Teri seems to relax just a bit. “I want to thank you again, all of you, for sharing that with me. It was so amazingly wonderful. I feel so much better about myself… I didn’t even realize how badly I felt until I didn’t feel that way anymore. You know what I mean?”

“I think I do,” Giselle says. “I have been in your shoes. I remember wondering, before I met Rick, what is wrong with me. If I would ever be happy. It can be hard sometimes, I know.”

Teri stares at Giselle for a moment. “That’s it exactly. But I don’t feel like that so much anymore. Maybe not at all. I feel… it’s hard to describe… but like everything will be fine and I just need to wait a little longer. It’s kind of like when I shop for clothes. I enjoy the looking even if I don’t find what I am looking for. If I don’t like something, I just put it back and move on. I don’t get mad, or depressed. And when I do find the right outfit, I know it. Kind of like what Charlie said.”

Rick watches Giselle and Teri. There definitely is a connection being made there. “Can you tell me why you feel like that now?” Rick asks. “What is it about the experience that suddenly makes you feel this way? I assume your life hasn’t changed that much in just the last couple of days.”

Teri looks to Rick. “I think it’s you. The way you always seem to touch me—I’m sorry, touch Giselle. The way you would look at me—her.” Teri shakes her head in frustration. “I know it was, is Giselle that all these feeling are for, but it felt so real, it was like it was me.”

“That’s what the immersion does, it gives you all the same feelings. Don’t worry about the terms, just tell me how you felt. I’m very interested in this,” Rick says.

“Rick is basically the man most responsible for creating the immersion technology,” Charlie chimes in. “That’s why he is so interested in what you have to say.”

Teri’s eyes widen again. “Really? That’s amazing,” she says quietly.

“Well, I don’t know that I would put it quite like that. Let’s just say I helped,” Rick demurs.

“The immersion you experienced is one of the first ever made,” Charlie says. “Don’t let his modesty fool you.”

“May I ask a question?” Teri asks Rick.

“Of course.”

“Why did you record that? I’m just wondering.”

Rick begins to blush. “It was an accident. I only meant to record our dinner and the proposal.” Rick pauses to smile at Giselle. “But then I got distracted and forgot it was recording.”

“So it was an accident? You didn’t do it on purpose?”

“No. Why?”

“I don’t know. It’s just so amazing, and yet it was all an accident.”

“A lot of great things have been discovered by accident,” Todd says.

“Yeah. I guess that is true,” Teri replies thoughtfully.

There is a pause before Rick steers the conversion back on course. “You were telling me why you suddenly felt different…” he prompts.

“Oh. Yeah. It was the way you touched me and looked at me. You were always touching me in little ways,” Teri says, pointing to the table. Rick looks to see his hand resting lightly on Giselle’s arm. Rick and Giselle smile at each other, but Rick doesn’t move his hand.

“Anyway, it made me feel special, like I was the most important thing in the world,” Teri continues. “Up here,” she taps her head, “I know it was Giselle that you were making feel that way, but down here,” she taps her heart, “I still feel as if it were me.” She pauses before taking a deep breath and barking out a short laugh. “I promised myself I wasn’t going to cry tonight,” she says edirne escort with a sniff. Giselle places one hand gently on Teri’s arm, but says nothing. “I’ve never felt like that, like this before,” she finally adds after a moment of silence.

Rick sees Sal approach, but he seems to sense that now is not the time and subtly changes direction to arrive at another table as if it was his destination all along. “So these feelings, they are still with you?” Rick asks.

“Yes. Have you ever had a dog?” Teri asks. Rick shakes his head. “I had a dog once a long time ago, and I loved that dog more than anything in the world. He’s dead now, but I can still remember how much I loved him, and it makes me happy. This is kind of like that. A little sad that I don’t have the dog anymore, but mostly happy because I remember how happy I was then.” Teri snaps her fingers. “This is kind of embarrassing to say, but the best way to describe it is that I miss you, Rick.” She laughs lightly. “Isn’t that weird? I miss someone I just met, and who is still sitting right here.”

The entire table looks at one another before breaking into quiet laughter. Sal steps up behind Charlie and Teri. “Your food will be out soon. Can I get you anything?”

Nobody rises to the question so Charlie pipes up, “I don’t think so, Sal. But your bread knots are wonderful as always.”

Sal beams at the compliment. “Beautiful and has a taste for good food. What a woman,” Sal teases before turning away.

The entire table grins as Charlie blushes. “I’m definitely coming back here,” Teri says. “He’s a hoot.”

“He’s a big flirt,” Charlie corrects, but she’s smiling.

Everyone looks to Rick as the conversation dies down. Rick becomes aware of the silence and refocuses his attention on the group. “Sorry. I was lost in thought. Teri, I want to ask you something. Would you pay to have an experience like this? Either before, or now, to have it again?”

Teri doesn’t hesitate. “Yes. If I knew it would make me feel like it did, you’re damn right I would.” She blushes a little. “Sorry.”

“Even now? After you have experienced it once already?”

“Oh yeah. I think it would be even better the second time. Maybe even better each time after that. I could experience this every day. It is so… something. Cleansing? Refreshing? Rejuvenating? I don’t know the right word, but yes, every day, twice on the weekends. At least until I find my own Rick,” Teri says, glancing at Giselle.

“You wouldn’t be worried, living someone else’s life?” Rick asks.

“I don’t think I would be living someone else’s life. I don’t love you Rick, or pine after you. I just like the way you make me feel. Well, the way you make Giselle feel, anyway,” Teri corrects. “I don’t think this would be any different than watching a feel good vid, except you really do feel good afterwards.”

“A feel-good vid?” Rick asks.

Teri rolls her eyes. “Just when I thought he was perfect.”

“If you only knew,” Giselle says in a serious tone.

“I can vouch for that,” Charlie adds, just as serious.

“Well, I still like you Rick,” Todd deadpans, causing the entire table to snicker.

They are still laughing when Sal arrives with the food, skillfully setting a plate in front of each of them. Giselle and Teri each have the manicotti, Rick has what appears to be veal, Charlie has Spaghetti alla carbonara, and Todd has something with clams. It all looks wonderful and smells better still.

Teri becomes aware that everyone, including Sal, is watching her. “What?”

“It’s tradition,” Giselle explains. “Everyone is waiting on your reaction to your first taste.”

“That’s right,” Sal says. “I must know if you like it or if I should prepare something else.”

“I’m sure it’s fine.”

“Tut tut,” Sal cuts her off. “If is only fine I will prepare you something else. It must be excellent. It’s a matter of pride, you see,” Sal explains. “If you no like Italian food, then fine is good enough.”

“Oh no,” Teri protests. “I like Italian food.” She cuts off a piece of the manicotti and, after blowing it cool, pops it into her mouth. She chews, then stops as a small smile crosses her lips.

“Ah! See! I told you, you like,” Sal exclaims, once again beaming.

“Sal, this is fantastic! The best I have ever tried,” Teri gushes.

“Three women, all beautiful, and all who appreciate good food,” Sal says, his accent becoming thicker. “I think I might cry.”

Teri stares after him as Sal walks away. “Is he for real?”

“No,” Charlie says. “But he’s fun, isn’t he?”

“He’s funny alright,” Teri agrees. “So, Rick, Giselle, what are you going to do with your immersion?” she asks, bringing the subject back up. “I assume you must be planning something, otherwise why would you share it at all? And you asked about paying to experience it.”

“That’s a long story,” Rick says. “But no plans at to do anything with it, at least not this one specifically. Why do you ask?”

“No reason. elazığ escort I was just wondering why, if you made it for your private use, did you share it with me? Or Charlie for that matter.”

“Like I said, long story. But since you mention it, I have been wondering if there is a market for immersions such as these. ‘Feel good’ immersions, if I could borrow your term.”

“I think there would have to be,” Teri says with conviction. “All my friends complain about their boyfriends. None of them seem to be as happy as you two, or Charlie and Todd. I’m sure all of them would like to experience the immersion. And if all of them like it, why wouldn’t anyone else?” Teri turns to look at Charlie. “You said you experienced it. What did you think of it? You didn’t really say the other day other than… well… you know.”

Charlie laughs. “I remember. It was wonderful. What it did was remind me just how much I love Todd. I think Todd felt the same way when he experienced it.”

“This one would be the first one?” Teri asks Rick.

“No, not this one. But I am thinking of producing and releasing several of them with different aspects, things that appeal to different tastes. Just an idea I have been kicking around the last few days. I’m thinking along the lines of using them as a tool to help another business I am involved in,” Rick explains.

“Why wouldn’t you release this one? It is so beautiful. It has everything. Romance. Beautiful location. It would be hard to do better,” Teri says.

“Well… I think the reason is obvious.”

“The end?” Teri asks. “I think it is beautiful, it’s what makes the immersion so special. I don’t know how you can capture that feeling without the ending. And I don’t know how you could create that feeling unless the couple is already in love. I predict it will be harder than you think to duplicate this.”

Rick thinks it over. “I would think any married couple would have the same feelings,” he says.

Giselle and Teri both begin laughing at the same time. “You think my mom and dad feel about each other the way you and Giselle feel?” Teri asks. “They don’t hate each other, but I can tell you for certain that they don’t feel as you two do. I don’t even think they even… uh…” Teri stalls as she struggles to find the words. “Express their love anymore, if you know what I mean.”

“Teri is right, Rick,” Giselle chimes in. “I never loved Jonathan the way I love you.”

“We surely can’t be the only married couple that loves one another. Look at Charlie and Todd,” Rick says.

“Okay, name another,” Teri challenges.

Rick thinks for a moment, then realizes that he can’t. He can think of several couples that appear to be happy enough, but he doesn’t get the same feeling from them that he gets from Charlie and Todd. “We can’t be the only two,” Rick protests.

“I doubt you are,” Teri agrees. “There are probably millions of couples out there that are just as in love, but the question is, can you find them? And if you do, will they do it? Would you agree to do it if someone were to ask you?”

“No. No I wouldn’t,” Rick says flatly. “Maybe this is a bad idea after all.”

“On the other hand,” Teri says quietly, “You could help so many the way you helped me. I will be forever grateful to you for sharing this with me… but how many more could you help?” She looks at her plate as if embarrassed.

Rick glances at Charlie, then Todd, both of whom seem unnaturally interested in their food. He turns to Giselle, who is looking back at him with the same expression of doubt that he feels is on his face.

“I hear what you are saying Teri, but there are our careers to think about,” Rick says, wondering why he feels he has to justify himself to this woman.

“I understand. I really do. But I didn’t know you at all before the immersion, yet after the immersion I feel such… respect for you, for what you and Giselle have,” Teri says, looking up from her plate. “I cried after the immersion. I cried for what I didn’t have, and I cried for what I suddenly did. I… well, it makes me mad to think that someone would hold something like this against you when they should be congratulating you because of it. It’s just like when people think that because of the way I look, I don’t have a brain in my head, or all I’m interested in is fu—sex.”

Rick pauses as he thinks. “Teri, people underestimate your intellect at their own peril. You are one of the most articulate young women—young person period—that I’ve ever met.” The rest of the table nods in agreement.

Teri smiles slightly and looks to Giselle. “Okay, maybe he’s perfect after all.”

“Okay, Teri, time to put your money where your mouth is,” Rick challenges. “Charlie told us a little about your past. With everything that has happened to you, would you do this? Would you release an immersion like this with you in it?”

“Yes,” Teri says with conviction. “Assuming it is done properly, with the right person, knowing how profoundly it can affect people, I would. If I had someone like you, Rick, or you Todd—” Teri looks to each in turn. “—I’d want the whole world to know. I’d want to celebrate it. It is such a rare and wonderful thing that it would be a shame to hide it away from everyone. That’s like buying a beautiful painting and putting it in a closet. It should be on display for others to admire and aspire to have.”

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Part 10 – The Mist on the Lake

Artur returned to his sleeping chamber and bade Emmelyne leave. “I’ll care for her now,” he said, sitting on the bed and taking the hand of Miryamme his queen.

“Don’t leave me, don’t leave me. I don’t want to be left alone. Is my doll looking, with no eyes, no eyes?”

“Sshhh, my queen,” Artur calmed her, gently stroking her long golden hair. “Let me undress, and I’ll warm you. You can hear my heart beat.”

“Your heart beat, beat. Don’t let it stop.” Miryamme looked up at Artur, her eyes wide. Her hand clutched his. She sighed, a long shuddering sigh, then her breath settled and she relaxed her grip. She smiled her radiant smile and reached her arms out to him. Perhaps she sensed his tension, something beyond her own fears, for when he got into the bed her arms went around him, and he slept.

Miryamme held his head against her shoulder and brushed back the hair from his cheek. “He’s mine tonight, you’ll not have him,” she whispered, and whispered it to his sister and his daughter, but couldn’t deny them the power of their love. She resigned herself, finally, to sharing her man with the women who drove him, who gave him strength. She was small and afraid and loved him too, but didn’t know the power that gave her.

In the morning she woke to a hard heat against her back and Artur’s breath slow and steady by her ear, so she knew he still slept with his cock made hard by the morning’s turn. She wriggled her bottom back against him, spreading wider her cheeks to feel his shaft against her hot core. She moved slowly, not wanting to wake him yet, but needing to feel his powerful body wrapping her in his arms.

She whispered to herself, “Safe, safe in my man’s arms. He’s strong and warm, doll, and when no-one’s here, he’s mine. Don’t look.” In the dim morning light she could see the shape of her doll on the shelf by the bed. She sighed, stretched, and carefully reached between her legs to place the shaft of Artur’s cock against her sex, snuggling further back against him. Closing her thighs tight, she gripped his long shaft, pressing her own wetness slick along the heat. “Hmmm…” Miryamme moaned a low moan and closed her eyes.

She ran the palms of her hands up to her breasts and rubbed over her hard nipples, sending jolts down to her clitoris, “Oohh, that’s lovely, my queen,” as if she was some disembodied thing looking at herself, pale and small, slowly moving. The doll sat looking, but had no eyes.

Miryamme caressed herself, every now and then running her hand down her belly to her sex, fluttering light fingers over her nub and around the wetting head of Artur’s prick. His breath caught and she stopped. A little smile spread on her face and she moved again. She smelt her own scent and Artur’s rising musk. She licked her lips and began to move down the bed, slowly turning and pushing Artur onto his back. His breath caught again, but she’d learned to move so slowly that she didn’t wake him, not yet.

She pulled the bed-covers back, exposing his chest and gut and his beautiful prick, straight and hard, all hers. She reached behind herself, finding another cloak on the bed and pulling it up around her body for warmth, then lay her head on Artur’s belly, gazing at her prize. She placed one hand on his chest, sensing his breathing as she looked at him. Hers now, not dreaming, waking; hers.

Silent now, like a cat turns a corner, like a leaf falls on water, Miryamme moved down the bed to enclose the plum-coloured head of Artur’s cock in her mouth. She held the heat of her mouth still upon him and took the stiff shaft in her hand. She felt a twitch and rewarded him with a slow swirl of her tongue and a tormenting long stroke of her hand. She shifted slightly to better accommodate his length, then lay there, the only movement the rise and shuddering fall of his breath, the pulse of her blood and the slow suck of her mouth.

As if in a trance she lay, Miryamme the queen, and suckled her man deep and slow. Artur slowly woke from three dreams and his queen was there in one of them. He opened his eyes to know where he was, then closed them again. He placed his hand on Miryamme’s head and ran his fingers through her hair. She purred with slow pleasure and started to stroke back and forth, back and forth.

Artur ran his other hand down over her side to Miryamme’s taut little ass. She moaned on his cock and moved her leg up so he could find her hot, virgin core and the tightness of her other place. He wet his finger with her slick and placed it against her tightest hole, but didn’t push it in. She eased her body down instead and took his finger in her own time. Her eyes rolled back and she was impaled both ends, with a gentle hand on her head, a straight finger in her depths and a long cock between her lips.

Miryamme sucked on Artur’s cock, her hands cupping his balls which were tight up against his body, and as she suckled she stroked. She felt his fingers comb through her hair as she twisted a hand around his shaft, and heard a low moan when she pressed his tight sacs up. She began to stroke faster, taking his cock bursa escort to the back of her throat.

She heard a long sigh from her man and knew he was close, waking hard in the morning with a woman’s mouth around his prick and a hot hand gripping him. “Ahh, you make me, my gentle queen,” and with three soft pulses he spilled his seed into her mouth and she swallowed it down. With a small shudder of her own, Miryamme came too.

“Don’t look, doll, don’t look,” she whispered to herself. “His juice all mine, all mine, all swallowed down. It’s mine. Not theirs, not theirs.” She giggled. “All swallowed down, his cream, and I’m just like a cat, a naughty little cat.”

They lay still for many minutes, his softening cock wet against Miryamme’s cheek. She reached out onto the bed and found his hand, lacing her fingers through his. Nothing moved, and the air was still around them.

Suddenly, Miryamme sat up and looked down on her man, her king. “Be careful, my love, there’s bad blood stirring, I can feel it.” She looked around the room, a momentary glimpse of sanity in her eyes. “I don’t like him, your son who is never my son. He pretended to like me, but I saw his eyes, his eyes. Be careful, my king, I don’t like your blood. He lies.”

And just as quickly, she smiled her radiant smile and her lucidity vanished. Miryamme rested her head upon Artur’s shoulder and felt his slow steady heart. “Beat, beat,” she whispered. “Beat, beat.”

* * * *

I was there.

When Artur the king made a fire and blood ceremony with his sister and daughter, to conjure strength for battle, then rode on to war, I was there.

Morgayne rode up from Tyntangel with fifty men from her command, arriving on a dark night when the moon was low and the rooks moaned and croaked, or was it the trees they nested in? She summonsed the news of her son and wasn’t surprised. “A foul child in truth, I’ve no care for him. He sucked on my tit like a fox and now he skulks away like one. Which direction?”

“East, lady, last seen riding east.”

“East then circle back, he’ll return this way, I’m sure.”

She looked at me with her slow moving eyes and that treacherous smile on her lips, waiting for me to trip over something. “But you, heart? How you?”

A stupid stumbling man, I tripped on my own words and mine own feet every time I saw her, and my chest itched, her noose around my neck coiled tight. I would not cut myself free, even if I was a walking hanging man. “Astonishingly well, lady, considering…”

“Considering what, heart? Not my presence, surely not?”

I wasn’t at all sure, but then, with Morgayne I was rarely sure of anything except the way my ankle twinges still when it’s cold. Ah look, snow’s falling, scratch, scritch. Softly, softly, falling snow, softly, softly.

She laughed, a low sound that might have been a sigh, it might have been a growl; or was that me, howling at the moon and scratching at the door to get in? Then, of a sudden, her mood shifted quick.

“These boats, they come more often?”

“Regular, lady, dropping men and supplies. ‘Tis a slow invasion. They build up camps, all obvious, about ten miles in from the shore. They march on the fosse ways, straight on, and cluster there. Yet leaderless all. There is no banner risen; none seen yet, anyway.”

“Their king not come then, all a standing on his boat?”

“Not yet, lady. ‘Tis curious strange, but he waits.”

“He’s coward filth, Mother. I would slit his throat, if I found it.”

Morgayne turned at the voice of her daughter. “Ah, Lilith. No sweetness then, no honey?”

“Never, Mother. Not these men in their boats, all coming to take our land. My father’s land, your brother’s kingdom. We fight them with all the power the Goddess gives us. We fight the filth, wherever it be.”

Morgayne studied her daughter, recognising the high passion in her veins and marvelling at the way she controlled it. She saw her own strength and guile in the young woman’s eyes, together with the naked courage of Artur, Lilith’s father, Morgayne’s brother, lover both.

“What hex you summon, to assist?”

“Water and rain, Mother; we bathe in water before battle and coil around us the mud and the snake. We become rock and earth, and rise amidst them.” Fury glittered in Lilith’s eyes, and from the other side of the room I saw it.

“And Nym Nymue, what does she to assist? The high priestess, what is she in all this?”

I saw Morgayne’s fast intelligence gathering up the records of rune and rock, to better know what magick to set behind Artur in his next fight.

“She does not see me, Mother, I’m hid from her eyes.” And Lilith told her mother the story she’d told me, following the white woman through the marsh and down to Nymue’s shore and the lady’s blindness there, the big horse sensed but Lilith not.

Morgayne sat, not moving and silent, until the tale was told, all done, Lilith’s future all hid but Mordant all known. Betrayal known, but not the man betrayed.

“What make you of this, Maer? Nymue not knowing of the girl, çanakkale escort unable to see my daughter in her smoke and behind her mirrors, yet servant of the Goddess too?”

“‘Tis true. I have seen Nym Nymue and talked upon it. Nym is scared, she cannot see Lilith unless she look with clear eyes in bright sun and never turn away.” I paused. “She cannot see Lilith’s future, streaming back. Your daughter is hidden.”

Morgayne remained still, her eyes closed and her fingers a slow weave through the air, all a trancing herself, all still.

“Lilith’s like me then. Nymue didn’t see me, either, yet look what we made, despite her.” She whispered as if to herself, deep in thought. She opened her dark eyes and looked with pride upon Lilith. “My daughter, unpredicted and unpredictable. Like me, by the Goddess, Nymue did not see me. What power does this give you, daughter mine, that you can move unseen?”

And I remembered Lilith’s caul, all washed away by Emmelyne’s hands, and I shivered. It was involuntary, a cold chill and mine ankle ached.

Morgayne felt it too, she knew me too well. “Heart, what is it, that walks over your grave whilst you lie in it, asleeping?”

“It’s nothing, lady, just cold and mine ankle does itch.”

Her slow eyes refused my lie, and her eyebrow she raised and she laughed her low laugh. “Maer, don’t fool it. You know something, I can tell. Don’t hide.”

“Yeay, Maerlyn, don’t hide from us.” Lilith stood and came toward me, her half snakes writhing naked as she coiled before me, her long braided hair falling to her waist. “You took me from my mother’s belly and your hands were the first to hold me, to hold my tiny hands.”

She placed those hands upon my cheeks and looked at me straight, her father’s still blue eyes before me. “Tell us, Maerlyn, what it is you know, don’t hide it.”

“True, Maer.” Morgayne’s low voice was in my ear, her hand upon my arm. “It’s the end of days, I feel it. If there’s some truth we do not know, tell us now. We might need it.”

So I told the tale of Lilith’s birth, quick, no lies. I could no longer trade the secret and didn’t know what to do with it, so I gave it to women who did. Lilith’s caul, now told.

“‘Tis no wonder you are so well hid, my daughter, if you were born shrouded and the knowledge kept secret all these years.” Morgayne turned to me. “Cunning true, Maer, I grant you that. Well kept indeed, but given up sensible now.”

“Come, Lilith. We must decide what to do with this truth, how to use it.”

* * * *

Artur instructed that great pyres be made on the tops of the highest hills, far to the east and the west, the north and the south, and the highest pyre of all he constructed at Camlann, full three men high. It was constructed of dry tree branches coated with pitch and tar, so when it was lit, it would flame to the top of the sky and summon the king’s allegiances and sovereign armies, and call men to the reign in its peril.

The fires from the east would warn of massed ships sailing from over the northern sea. Riders on fast horses would report from spies and creeping men to provide intelligence and warnings of armies on the move. And when the Camlann fire was lit, the king would ride to war.

A great timber stage was built an arrow’s flight from the pyre, with a great wooden pole in the centre of it, plunging deep into a cavern where a spring gushed warm water, bubbling and steaming from the rock. Morgayne the Red knew this place, blessed by the Goddess, just as Nym Nymue, years before, found a like place to crown the king.

Back then, Morgayne crawled like a spider down the rock and caused Artur to spill his seed on the land, which shook and trembled as the dragen crawled upon it. She took my seed too, and was less generous with it, or more, depending on my memory, depending on my mood.

But now, this was no dragen summoned by five waves breaking, this threat was from the minds of men, far worse.

Winter deepened, and Artur waited.

I played too many games of gammon and always lost my dice, shaken in a cup. “Two ones again, heart, two ones?” Ha. She smiled at me, her favourite fool. But at least she looked and found the spilled dice on the floor. I really should not drop them, but these crooked fingers….

Far to the east, the first fire was lit, and the next and the next, and still Artur waited.

Finally, word came.

* * * *

“Bring the man food, get him warm before he tell.” Artur commanded, and Emmelyne ran to the kitchen. “Get his horse to Rednock, to curry it down and quick.”

Lancilet smiled, and left to do the king’s bidding, the horse’s bridle in his hand.

Artur summonsed round his best parly, his best captains, to hear the rider’s tale. Lot sat by the window, old now but still sensible, and his three sons the king’s best commanders. De Grance was there from Breton, arriving on his ship with a kiss for his daughter and a truce for Morgayne.

Morgayne sat in the nook next the fire, all cloaked, her slow hands all still as she listened. Lilith rize escort her daughter paced restlessly like a cat with five kittens, and wanted to ride straight away. Why I was there no-one told me, or if they did, I didn’t listen. I don’t hear myself dribble at the best of times, so why start now? Miaow, miaow, little kitten.

The rider’s message was simple. Fifty ships, more or less, three thousand men to the shore. Walking men, no horses.

“Ha, swift pickings,” exclaimed Gawaine. “We’ll ride down on them from the hills, no quarter.”

Lilith touched the edge of her knife blade with her thumb and I saw blood, drop drip.

“Yet you not like this, lord. At the van of the second army… I dare not say it, lord.”

Artur sat in his tall chair, legs stretched before the fire, his hand idly stroking a hound’s head. He didn’t turn, his voice didn’t rise. “Just say it, tell it true, don’t hide.”

Drip, drop.

“At the van, sire, followed by a guard.”

Drop, drip.

Artur’s hand stroked the dog’s head.

Drip.

“Your son, sire. Mordant, he rides with them.”

Drop.

I’ve never heard a silence so loud. Even Krachoa was a whisper compared to this.

Drip.

Drop.

* * * *

I’ve always said, if you’re going to do a ceremony, do it proper, worth doing. Powerful things, ceremonies, for stirring up the blood and rising up the fight in men. Even now, writing this down so no-one but me can forget it, ’twas worth doing.

In the evening, the sun glimmering down and throwing a red glow on distant trees, preparations were made on the platform. Leather straps nailed to the post, to tie a man there and connect him to the earth below, all bubbling hot and steaming.

I made unto the beacon, the pyre, a run of black-powder all running along the ground to the tar drenched base of the stack. The Chinee emperor had shown me the powder and taught me how to make it, those many years ago when the dragen waked, but I could never see a use for it, ‘cept pretty flames and shooting stars. But here, ‘twould save a man a run with a burning branch.

Lot and de Grance, as Artur’s most trusted men, took him to a tent and made him ready.

Emmelyne went with Morgayne and Elayne went with Lilith.

‘Twas a ceremonial thing, so I polished my beads and knotted a string or two, and remembered a few of my lines. Serious now, I’ll tell it.

* * * *

Artur walked slowly across the crisp white snow, de Grance at his side and Lot too, and between them he walked. Cloaked in a long trailing fur made of wolf and stag, he walked tall to the base of the platform, then turned and gazed at the troops before him. Like him, they were all bare headed, standing in rows a hundred wide and five men deep, as silent as the snow they stood upon. Their breath showed in the air, silent and steady.

They looked on their king and commander as he mounted the steps and walked to the centre of the platform. At each corner, braziers were lit, flickering red and orange upon the snow, casting moving shadows on the faces of the men and all upon the ground.

Artur kneeled before the symbolic tree, bowing his head, reaching out to it. The land’s wood stood straight and tall above his head, and Artur touched it with his fingertips, bringing them to his lips in a kiss. Gog Magog would be so tall. I’ll carve him in the grass some day, a ways away from here.

The king stood and the cloak dropped down to his feet, revealing his fine naked body, oiled and shining gold. The flames flickered on the tight, strong muscles taut on his back, and in the flickering light the half snakes shifted and writhed, coiling around restless. The thick hang of his cock rested against his thigh. The air shimmered and turned in the flame. With a crack, an ember shot from the brazier and hissed itself black in the snow.

De Grance wrapped leather straps about Artur’s wrists and stretched the king’s arms over his head, strapping him to the pole. He was king, bound to the tree that grew from the land, and would defend it. His body glistened, and he was king.

His sister came, dressed in black, her black feathered cloak gliding stark across the snow. She moved between each of the rows of men, looking steadily into their eyes, seeking loyalty, seeing who blinked. No man flinched, none faltered, even though they dreaded her, the Black Morgayne with her long red hair, a blood drenched woman who remembered men who blinked.

She nodded, and the energy from five-hundred wanting men flowed into her, spiralling up her spine, surging up into her blood. Morgayne stretched her arms above her head and her body quivered with the sex magick streaming, streaming, conjuring up blood from the rock and the earth. Her cloak too dropped away and she was naked, gaunt and tall, her body pale and lean under the flickering light.

She circled slowly around the platform, her arms a slow weaving dance, and Artur’s cock began to thicken and move. Morgayne climbed the steps and came closer, four shadows crossing and dancing at her feet. His cock thickened and she reached her slow hand out to his body, reaching for his flesh, then darting away. She circled around him, weaving her conjure, making her spell. The power of five-hundred men surged through Morgayne the king’s sister, and the king drew it In from her, their breath streaming together. The king’s rod grew stronger, straining for her, her touch, her dream, her song.

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Laura straightened her dress nervously once again before knocking on the door.

She had put on her best dress, a lovely white one with a little black underbust that helped her raise her petite bust and make it look a bit fuller.

The young woman tried tightening the underbust a bit more, but to no avail, so she gave up and checked her shoes.

They were some flat and cute black shoes, she got them to go to the temple with her mother, but it felt appropriate to wear them now to meet her saviours. They also looked perfect with her ankle high white socks.

As she checked her clothing again and again, she noticed that there was a mirror in the hallway of the inn, so she stood in front of it and once again tried to wrangle her curls into something that wasn’t her usual crazy red mane.

But her hair wouldn’t be defeated today, as per usual, and the most she managed to do is keep the frizz to a minimum.

She exhaled towards the mirror annoyed, she looked so plain, she thought. Just another red haired country girl with a freckled face, tiny frame and unruly hair.

Laura wasn’t even sure why she was dressing up as if this was some kind of date, her saviours were married after all, and she was just coming to say thank you again for their help.

But then again, not everyday you find yourself chased by angry monsters to a ridge, fall down and get rescued in the nick of time by a couple of beautiful adventurers.

Maybe she just couldn’t help it. They were so gorgeous and imposing, that she wanted them to think, hey that girl we saved was not just some country bumpkin, but actually kind of cute.

She sighed and picked up the basket with the bottles of wine and cheese that she got them, and faced the door of the room they were using at the inn.

The innkeeper was a family friend and had given them the room for free for a few nights. He was currently out for some errands, so it was the perfect time to do this without embarrassing herself in front of more people.

Finally ready, or at least as ready as she’d ever be, Laura knocked the door gently and waited for an answer.

“Who is it?” said a firm but sweet female voice from inside.

Laura felt the words choking on her throat.

“Um… hi! Em… it’s Laura, the… the girl from the other day? On the ridge!” she took a small breath and wiggled nervously. “I just wanted to say thank you again! Brought you some treats too!.”

Oh, by the gods she sounded like a stupid teenager. Pull yourself together, she thought, you’re not a small child anymore, but a grown woman.

“Oh! You shouldn’t have, sweetie! Please come in!” the voice said from the other side.

Laura smiled, bolstered by the encouragement, and carefully opened the door, stepping as she did so.

And as she stood there inside the room, she suddenly became petrified and blushed red as a ripe tomato.

Leona and Miguel, the adventurer couple that had saved her, were almost naked. Their gorgeous bodies smooth and shiny, probably from a recent bath.

“Awwww, look how red she is, so cute,” said Leona, tussling Laura’s hair. “It’s OK sweetie, we just had a wash, come in and get comfy.”

Laura felt as if she had just stepped into a lion’s den, but she couldn’t hide her excitement at seeing them both again… and to see them like this. Good thing her dress covered her thighs, because it would have been obvious how much she was squeezing them to keep her suddenly burning nethers from setting the room on fire.

She closed the door without a word and nervously walked towards a wicker chair in the room, trying her best to hide how flustered she was.

As much as she was trying not to ogle, she just couldn’t help herself.

Leona was even more gorgeous than she remembered. The tall woman had a strong amazonian body, her muscles, while not bulging, were more than evident and brimmed with energy. She had a curvaceous shape, with a ripped belly that you could probably use as a cutting board, head crushing thighs on long sinuous legs and a generous bust.

Her hair was a blonde mane, almost as unruly as Laura’s, that was so vivid it made her think of gold and sunrises. Emerald green eyes looked at her with care but also a glint of hunger, or was Laura projecting her desires?

Leona was only wearing some cotton shorts, and was obviously very comfortable in her nudity. Laura noticed she had a tattoo or brand on the inside of her right thigh that looked vaguely like a lion’s paw. She wondered what it meant.

Realizing that the paladin had noticed her ogling, Laura averted her gaze, but as if cornered it landed on Miguel.

That was not actually his name, she had been told, but it’s the one he used in human lands for convenience. He was a tall dark elf, with beautiful ebony skin and a muğla escort long smooth mane of white hair that made her think of the softest silk.

His eyes were a deep shade of purple, and he looked at her with a warm and caring smile.

Laura almost lost her mind seeing his body. It was smooth like marble, making his prominent muscles stand out even more. She thought someone could probably crack their head against his firm chest and pecs. As Leona, he was only wearing some comfortable shorts, and Laura bit her lip as she noticed his noticeable crotch bulge.

Damn her dirty thoughts, this was not why she was here! Or was it?

Just as she was about to sit on the chair, Leona got her attention by gently pulling her dress.

“Don’t sit there alone, silly, come here with us!” Leona sat on the bed and tapped a small space between her and Miguel.

Laura’s heart almost shot out of her chest.

Were they coming onto her?

Because they wouldn’t have to work hard for it.

So flustered she could barely think, she sat between them on the bed, her little basket sitting on her lap as she clenched her legs so hard they were aching all over.

Her eyes were unfocused and darting all over the floor, trying her best to avoid eye contact.

She shivered as Leona started playing with her hair.

“Are you uncomfortable, honey? If we are bothering you, you can tell me to stop anytime,” Leona said to comfort her, but probably knowing well that Laura was loving this, despite her panicked exterior.

“No… no… I’m good, yes, good,” Laura babbled while playing with her basket. She was more than good, in fact. Brimming with desire would have been more appropriate, but externally she probably looked more like she was about to explode into a puddle.

Leona and Miguel gave her a wide smile and Leona grabbed her basket gently, putting it on her lap and checking the contents.

Laura felt very exposed now that there was nothing hiding her burning crotch.

“Oh, sweetie, you shouldn’t have! This wine looks fantastic! And we do love us some cheese,” Leona said, putting the basket aside and giving her a kiss on the cheek.”

Poor Laura’s brain was currently short-circuiting, stuck between crazy arousal and epic shyness.

Leona looked at Miguel with a cheeky face.

“Told you this one is a cutie bottom,” she said while holding Laura by the waist.

“Good thing I didn’t bet anything,” said Miguel, giggling and giving his wife a passionate kiss over Laura, all while gently putting his big hand on the short red-head’s thigh.

A bottom?, Laura thought. She had heard that before. The way Leona said it sounded cheeky, but not mocking her.

“Shall we give her a treat for being so kind to us? She didn’t owe us anything for saving her,” said Leona, gently sliding away Laura’s dress from her shoulders and touching her bare skin.

Laura found this electrifying, she was quickly losing her mind. In the past, she had some flings with cute townsfolk and passers-by, but never something like this.

“I think I know what kind of treat you had in mind,” said Miguel standing up, his crotch right about face level with the cute Laura, who could not avoid staring straight at his crotch.

As if reading her mind, Leona pulled Miguel’s shorts down, and his erect penis jumped out as it was freed from its tight container, almost hitting Laura in the face.

The young woman sat there, staring at it, as if a nun had just been visited by her god.

It was as ebony as the rest of Miguel’s body, totally hairless, as it’s common for elves, and thick like the meatiest sausage she had ever seen.

Ropey pulsating veins crossed it, all while the impressive phallus pulsated mere millimetres from her face.

“You like what you see, honey?” Leona whispered into Laura’s ear. “You’re practically drooling.”

Laura checked her lips with one hand while her gaze stayed firmly locked on Miguel’s penis, and the paladin was right, a bit of drool was forming on the edge of her mouth.

As she did this, Leona gently pushed Laura’s head forwards, pressing her nose and lips against Miguel’s burning testicles, his dick resting on her nose and his glans throbbing on her head.

The smell was overpowering. It was awakening in Laura an almost animalistic desire, but at the same time, she knew she was at their mercy, like a small kitten trapped between two powerful lions.

Her tongue came out of her mouth almost via its own volition, and she licked Miguel’s balls with pathetic neediness.

“This is my husband’s cock,” Leona said, in a firm and possessive tone. “And you will worship it like it deserves, understand, kitten?.”

Laura nodded, almost going cross-eyed as she noticed her panties were soaking wet due to arousal.

“Good girl,” said Leona, kissing Laura’s cheek. “Say thank you for the honour, Daddy, to Miguel.”

Daddy?!

Her little head did an epic somersault as her brain cracked like an egg.

This ordu escort was better than her very fantasies, how could she be so lucky?

She started kissing Miguel’s shaft and giving it loving and timid licks.

“Thank you for letting this small kitten enjoy your magnificent dick, Daddy,” she said, her nethers boiling from excitement.

Miguel smiled and aimed the tip of his cock to her lips.

“What a wonderful and submissive little girl,” said Miguel with a sweet and paternal tone. “Enjoy yourself, gorgeous, but remember, no spitting!”

Laura nodded effusively as she started licking and kissing the tip, parting his foreskin by pushing it away with her lips.

“Exactly as Daddy said, kitten, no quitters in this room, you will swallow everything he gives you, not a drop will be wasted,” said Leona.

Not that she needed to insist, Laura was not planning on leaving one iota of Miguel’s cum on his dick, her arousal was such that they might need to tear her off his juicy cock with a crowbar.

Without further delay, she started suckling the tip with passionate delight, her tongue tasting its edges and slit. It was a strong, sour taste of testosterone, and it made her hungry for more.

She tried to push the shaft deeper into her mouth as her playful tongue licked it, and as she did so, she felt Leona’s firm hands on her neck and head.

The passionate paladin held her head and pushed her forward, helping her deepthroat Miguel, who was happily groaning while petting Laura’s hair.

The young woman was choking on dick, but despite the lack of air, her mind was just a whirlwind of arousal, her body shivering as Leona caressed her husband’s cock tip through Laura’s throat bulge.

She finally pulled back to take a breath, and her coughs came out mixed with slutty and whorish moans of pleasure.

Laura licked her lips, and looked at both of them with a smile, just as Leona made her dress drop further, exposing her small breasts and rock-hard nipples.

“More… please…,” Laura said with such neediness, someone could be forgiven for thinking she was begging for food or water.

Leona pinched her nipples and gave her a passionate kiss, the paladin’s powerful tongue not so much wrestling with hers in her mouth but pinning it, so it could take what she wanted, much to Laura’s delight.

“Such a polite little girl,” said Miguel, rubbing his dick again on Laura’s lips. “Go ahead, lovely, you deserve it.”

With a beaming smile, Laura once again started working on Miguel’s dick, allowing herself to be more proactive, using her hands to caress high thighs, gently squeeze his balls and stopping several times to just kiss it all over while looking at the handsome dark elf in the eyes.

Leona was anything but passive, her hands were exploring Laura’s silky skin, making the young woman shiver in delight, while the paladin’s lips left no spot on her shoulders or neck unkissed.

Just as Laura was enjoying sucking Miguel’s tip, Leona grabbed her by the hair again and pushed her forward, forcing her to deep-throat her husband again.

Laura shivered and twitched, choking on cock and yet so aroused her mind was a blank of ravenous passion.

Leona squeezed the young woman’s neck, stroking her husband’s dick through their shared partner, making the short red-head’s eyes roll back as if losing consciousness.

“Tap me twice in the thigh if you need to breathe,” said Leona to Laura in a voice that felt like magma was being poured down her ear.

The young woman did exactly that, almost about to pass out, despite how much she was enjoying being used like this.

Miguel pulled back, and Laura loudly coughed as she gasped for air in between whorish moans.

She held her hand up, asking for a moment, while she coughed and got her breath back, all while Miguel stroked her hair and Leona covered her in kisses, gently rubbing her back.

As soon as her breath came back, she looked into Leona’s eyes while biting her lip, still blushing, but with a confident lewd look.

Leona giggled and kissed her, her strong hands stroking Laura’s cheeks with sweet delight.

“Next round all the way to the finish line, OK?” Leona said to the young woman in a soft but commanding tone.

Laura took a deep breath and assented to her.

She turned around slowly towards Miguel and, looking straight into his eyes, she opened her mouth as much as she could, her tongue lolling out invitingly.

Miguel smiled back at her and tousled her hair as he slid his burning cock along her tongue, into her mouth and down her throat, firmly grabbing her messy locks as handlebars to throat fuck her with abandon.

Laura was no longer thinking, utterly absorbed into the moment. Her body was theirs to enjoy, so she readied to be a dirty masturbation aid for her lover.

Miguel wasted no time and started thrusting down her throat, fucking it as if it was a wet pussy for him to enjoy.

Short and dirty, osmaniye escort choking grunts came out from the small woman’s throat, just as it bulged from her lover’s deep thrusts.

Laura’s eyes had rolled back, her mind going slowly dark from the lack of air and overwhelming arousal.

She could feel Leona’s hand firmly on her neck, feeling her husband’s cock through it again and even stroking it further, making sure he shot his load without delay.

Her other hand meandered down and under Laura’s dress, feeling her soaked thighs and drenched knickers.

Just as Laura felt as if she was about to fade away, Miguel pressed his hips against her face and his balls throbbed and burned on her chin. She felt his cock twitch inside her throat, a warm wave descended towards her tummy, Miguel’s load flooding her insides.

He pulled out slowly, and Leona kept stroking Laura’s neck, pushing gently down to make sure she didn’t have to spit out a single drop.

Laura took a deep, long, troubled breath that finished with a lewd and whorish moan that resonated across the room.

As her sight returned to her, she instinctively moved her lips towards Miguel’s cock again, and suckled the tip like a needy child, making sure nothing was left of her treat.

Both Leona a Miguel were petting and cuddling her, and Laura blushed with a smile while still suckling.

“Very good girl, indeed,” said Miguel with a proud smile.

“And it was obviously her first time being throat fucked!” said Leona, hugging the small woman, “so very proud of you, lovely.”

Laura stopped suckling and adorably covered her blushing face with her hands.

“Thank you,” she timidly said, while still burning from arousal.

With a happy sigh, Miguel sat on the bed next to the two ladies and joined Leona in hugging Laura.

Leona did not waste time and after gently moving Laura’s hands out of the way, she planted a passionate kiss on her mouth. An onlooker would have been forgiven for thinking Leona might eat her, such was her passion.

As soon as Leona pulled her lips away from Laura, Miguel moved in with an equally fiery kiss, his surprisingly soft hands delicately parting Laura’s legs, so Leona could reach down to their lover’s soaked pussy.

“My, my,” said Leona as Laura let out a small happy yip as the blond warrior reached her lower lips, “someone shaved for today.”

Laura choked a little and looked away as much as she could without turning into an owl.

“I… well… I wasn’t expecting anything, but I wanted to look my prettiest,” she said, with her face seemingly stuck between shyness and arousal.

Leona gave her a smile that made Laura picture herself in the maw of a mighty predator ready to dig its teeth on her flesh.

And yet, this made her even more excited for what was coming.

The gorgeous paladin roughly pulled her dress upwards, removing it and tossing it aside.

Laura instinctively covered her tiny breasts with her hands, but she gasped as she felt Leona clench her neck with a steel grip, dragging her up the bed and laying her down face up on it.

Without giving the small redhead a single moment to process what was going on, Leona lowered her head and kissed Laura with ravenous passion. She licked, bit and enjoyed her lips and tongue until Laura was gasping for air.

The young woman raised her hands and caressed the lioness taking her. Her flesh was smooth and firm, her muscles fibrous like a mesh under her skin. She was so warm to the touch, Laura felt it may burn her fingertips, but there was no damage or sizzling, so it must have been just her lascivious imagination.

Leona let go of Laura’s neck and rapidly removed her shorts and tossed them aside too. Her glistening pussy was firmly pocketed between her strong thighs, and while she seemed to have shaved most of it, a cute almost heart-shaped tuff of blond hair embellished her mound.

Hungry for her partner, she roughly removed the petite woman’s knickers and shoes, tossing them aside without looking. With a ravenous look, Leona grabbed Laura’s left leg and lifted it, putting the redhead’s foot over her shoulder.

She then kneeled between Laura’s legs, pressing her burning pussy against her partners.

Laura loudly moaned as one of Leona’s lower lips slid between hers, sloppily gliding over her clit.

Leona responded in kind, her own neathers teased and caressed by her partner’s.

The paladin started thrusting, rubbing and slamming her hungry pussy against Laura’s, all while kissing the redhead’s leg and knee that hung over her shoulder.

Her hand once more found Laura’s neck and gripped it firmly, letting the petite woman know without a doubt who was in charge tonight.

But there was no malice or hostility in her grip, just raw passion, and Laura happily let herself be taken by the gorgeous lioness.

Leona’s rhythm increased just as their moans and gasps did, the room filled with the deliciously lascivious sounds of the two women.

In the haze of passion, Laura noticed that Miguel was laying right next to them, gently stroking himself, his eyes clearly showing how much he was enjoying the show.

Licking her lips and curling her toes, Laura grabbed Leona’s arm with both hands, slowly sliding her fingertips towards the paladin’s hand, still gripping her neck possessively.

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Author’s note: this is an introductory chapter, with some humiliation but not much actual sex. That’ll happen in later chapters.

All characters are over 18. Comments welcome, as always.

The Mating Game

Chapter 1

“Hi,” he said. “I’m Paul, and I want to watch you fuck my wife in all three holes.”

(One week earlier)

The first part of the audition had been simple and only mildly humiliating. Five couples at a time were paraded before the judges naked, turning around to give profiles and back shots, then reciting their one line: “Please may I worship your ass?” for a sound check. Women were instructed to bend over and spread to show off cunt and asshole; men were not required to have erections, though it was widely rumored that it helped, especially if you were a grower rather than a shower. No names necessary, at that stage, just a number worn like a price tag; the network promised that the video would not be broadcast and the recording would be destroyed after the sixty couples who made the cut were notified. Paul and Dianne received the email a week later informing them that they’d been selected, if they still wanted to appear in the show. They flew back to Vegas the next day.

“You can both keep your first names, if that’s going to be easier for you,” said the imposing woman at casting. “There aren’t any Pauls in the list ahead of you, or any other Diannes this year. Or you can use pseudonyms, though we’ll need them by eight a.m. tomorrow and we’ll have to approve them. I presume you’ve watched the show before?”

They both nodded. Fucks for Bucks (often derided as Cucks for Bucks) had been Fuxtel’s best-rating “reality” show since the network had gone online, especially in Bible belt states where people denied watching porn.

“Good. Then you probably know all this, but I’m legally obliged to go through it while we’re being recorded just so there’s no misunderstandings. The prize pool this year is 69 million, like last year. We no longer release the show on any other media, so there’s no residuals. You sign on with the agency we nominate in case anyone wants to interview you — we’ll write your answers, you won’t have to do anything – or cast you in a movie or have you open a sex club or anything like that, but we don’t guarantee any work except for the winning couple. Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“Good. You’ve both signed statements that you’ve never been paid for any sort of sex work before. That had better be true: we don’t care what you’ve done for fun, whether it’s with men or women or both at once, but we don’t do unpaid advertising. If you get far enough, you’ll be competing with professionals — some of them our former winners – but we pick them.

“This year, we’re not planning any gay male sex. We tried that one year and our ratings tanked, we were nearly cancelled, so now we leave that up to the Jox Network. We shoot two episodes per week, with games on Wednesdays and Saturdays. The most important thing to remember is that to stay in the game, you’ll both be having sex with strangers but not each other, though you will be expected to watch each other having sex and may have to comment on it. Sometimes this will be scripted, and you’d better follow the script, and sometimes you’ll be asked to improvise.

“You’ll be assigned sleeping partners every night, usually different ones. What you do in the bedrooms is up to you; you can turn off the cameras in the bedrooms by turning off the lights, but all rooms are monitored for sound, even the toilets. A good performance in the bedroom after hours can still be streamed, and may help when the audience at home gets to vote people in or out, so it really pays to be an exhibitionist as well as promiscuous.

“Men will be expected to perform on demand, and if you fail, you’re out, no appeals. Mostly this will be done without any chemical assistance, though we may provide some in the later episodes for some of the more difficult challenges. Similarly, while we found out that double and triple pussy or anal penetration don’t rate any more either, but double penetration is still one of the big events, so honey, you’d better be prepared for that.”

Dianne nodded, her face a mask. She didn’t enjoy anal; she agreed to it only on Paul’s birthday given sufficient lube and marijuana. More bilecik escort recently, not even then.

“Gangbangs, bukkake, and ass to mouth are also still on the menu, of course,” the woman continued, “and lesbian scenes, because most of our demographic is the traditional porn audience. Do you both understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. There’ll be a live studio audience for some acts, but not for all of them. They’ll get to vote people off the show occasionally, as will your competitors and the viewers at home. In many ways, this is like a lot of other reality shows, except that the payoff is bigger and no-one’s died on camera.”

Paul nodded. The popularity of Squid Game twenty years before had led to American game shows and reality TV becoming even more viciously competitive than before. Many of them had taken their cues from game shows suggested in Stephen King’s The Running Man, with the underemployed risking death and disfigurement in the hope of winning a salaried job, health insurance, or a dignified funeral. American censors being much more squeamish about sex than about violence, it had taken Fuxtel several years to get approval to get approval to shoot So You Think You Can Fuck?, American Fuckdoll and Fucks for Bucks in Nevada rather than furtively in Tijuana.

“So, if you’ll sign those contracts, one of the staff will show you around. There’ll be dinner and a mixer tonight, and you both can sleep in the same room – for the last time, until you finish in the game and leave the building. It’ll also be your last chance to wear any clothes that we don’t choose for you, which in most cases, will be none. You’re on the second shift for breakfast, and you’ll each be assigned a time to show up at make-up. Shower first, and don’t be late.”

***

The MC, Kyle, wore a Brooks Brothers suit, Bruno Magli shoes, and an unconvincing dye job. He wandered around the sound stage with a mic in his left hand so he could use the right to grope women’s boobs. “We only have four cameras, so we’re only filming ten couples at a time, so that’s six shifts today. Dudes, on the other side of the room, just as a warm-up, I want you to go around, introduce yourselves to each other, and say ‘I want to watch you fuck my wife in all three holes.’ You got that?”

“What if I don’t have a wife?” asked one of the younger men.

“Then say ‘slut’ instead of ‘wife’,” said Kyle, fondling the enormous dark brown breast of a plump woman in her thirties. “You think you can remember that? Cool. While the guys are doing that, ladies, grab a partner — another woman — and make out with her. Make it as hot and heavy as you like, scissoring, 69ing, whatever, because it’s not just for you and studio audience and the viewers at home, it’s for your men. You’ll see why later. Okay, are we ready?” The floor manager gave him the thumbs up. “Right. Let’s go.”

Paul hesitated, then turned to the young man on his left and said dully, “Hi, I’m Paul, and I want to watch you fuck my wife in all three holes.” He was embarrassed to realize his cock was already beginning to stiffen.

“Hi,” came the reply, with a strong Texan twang. “I’m Ethan, and I want to watch you fuck my girl — I mean, my slut, in all three holes.”

“Oh, come on!” Kyle shouted from the other side of the room. “You’re not fucking robots! Say it like you mean it!”

The live audience laughed, and Paul gritted his teeth; he was sure the MC couldn’t have heard him, but he felt attacked anyway. He turned around, and noticed that the next nearest man was black and built like a quarterback. He tried not to look at the man’s cock, but couldn’t help noticing that it was huge. He put on a fake grin, walked up to him, and boomed, “Hi, I’m Paul, and I want to watch you fuck my wife in all three holes.”

The man didn’t smile back. “Hi, I’m Noah,” he replied politely, “and I want to watch you fuck my wife in all three holes.” He looked past him to the plump woman whose huge pendulous breasts had been groped by Kyle and were now being sucked by a cute redhead with a butterfly tramp stamp.

Paul nodded, and went left while Noah went right. It took him a few minutes to talk to all of the other male contestants; most were trying to hide their embarrassment, though a few sounded manisa escort sincere, even enthusiastic. When everyone had done the rounds, they turned to face Kyle.

“Right,” he said, “now that you’ve all got to know each other, men, form a line against the back wall. Ladies, keep doing what you’re doing until you hear the bell. When you do, grab a tape measure from the box here and go and measure the cock of a man who isn’t your partner.

“Dudes, you’re probably going to want to have a hard-on, because anybody whose cock is less than five inches long when it’s measured is out of the game, and maybe your partner too. Feel free to wank while you wait, but not to come unless you can stay hard. Everybody clear on that?”

Paul nodded, and concentrated on the exhibition the women were putting on: some of them apparently for their men’s benefit, while others seemed to be enjoying the sex so much that they were oblivious to the surroundings. The redhead was joined by another couple, one of whom started sucking the dark-skinned woman’s other breast while the other began licking her cunt. Some women were 69ing, six had formed a daisy chain, one was being rimmed and fingered, another dovefucked, and Dianne was flat on her back with a tiny Asian woman sucking her breasts and rubbing her thigh against her cunt. Paul wasn’t sure how long he spent staring at them — his best guess was somewhere between ten minutes and half an hour — but his cock remained hard the whole time. Finally, he heard a bell ring, and just over half of the women stopped what they were doing, “Right,” said Kyle, “I hate to interrupt –“

“Then don’t!” shouted the woman who was being rimmed.

The MC chuckled. “Sorry, there’s ten other couples waiting for the studio space. Time to grab those tape measures and pick a man to see whether he measures up. If his dick is five inches long or more, yell out the measurement to the nearest half inch: five inch cock, six and a half inch cock, and so on. If it’s less than five inches, it’s not a cock, it’s a clit, so yell out four inch clitty. Everybody clear on that?”

There was some wordless grumbling, but the women obeyed. Paul looked down at his erection, then at the muscular woman with a blonde flattop walking purposefully towards him, then turned his head as he heard Dianne yell, “Eight inch cock!”

“Five and a quarter inch cock!” came another call, as the blonde grabbed Paul’s dick.

“Three inch clitty!” said one woman.

“Six and half inch cock!”

“Seven inch cock!”

“Six and — oh, yuck!” the redhead squealed as a red-faced nineteen year old ejaculated over her hands and chin.

“Clean-up on aisle four!” said Kyle, chuckling, as one of the cameramen ran over to get a close-up.

“Does pre-cum count?” asked the blonde.

“Not if he’s still hard,” the MC replied.

“Six and a half inch cock!” the blonde yelled, then straightened up. “Not bad,” she said, softly.

“Thanks,” Paul said awkwardly as she turned away, giving him a look at her rock-hard ass.

“Right,” he MC yelled, when the last measurements had been called out. “Premature ejaculator and clitties step forward, please, and their partners too.”

Three men shuffled forwards, the nineteen-year-old being careful to step around the puddle of cum he’d left on the floor. They were joined by the muscular blonde and two other women, one a heavily tattooed teenager, the other in her fifties. Kyle grinned at the men nastily, saying, “Well, fellas, this is the end of the line for you — appropriately, a very short line.”

“It was the cameras,” the oldest of the men began.

“If I wanted to hear excuses, I’d have become a schoolteacher,” said Kyle, cutting him off. “But the women can get a second chance. If our studio audience votes for you to stay, you can stay.”

The oldest of the women shook her head, and grabbed her husband’s arm. The girl with the tattoos looked at her red-faced boyfriend, clearly undecided. “Who do I have to fuck?” asked the blonde.

“I like the way you think, and you don’t have to fuck anyone just yet. All you have to do is give one of the dudes in the front row a lap dance.”

The blonde looked at her partner unsympathetically, then at the audience. “Do I get to pick?”

“Sure.” mersin escort Kyle turned to the eighteen-year-old. “What about you?”

The girl bit her lip. “No,” she said, almost inaudibly.

“Ladies and gentlemen, give the losers a hand — considering how their men’s shortcomings, they’ll probably need one. But you don’t leave empty-handed: you can keep the tape measure!”

There was some laughter, but not a lot: Paul suspected more would be added in in post-production before it went to air. Kyle looked the blonde up and down, and shrugged. “Well?”

She nodded, and walked over to a young man in the middle of the front row as two of the cameramen followed her. He audibly gasped when she rubbed her C-cup tits over his face, and after motorboating them for a minute, opened his mouth to suck on one. The sound system began playing ‘Private Dancer’, and she muttered, “Private, my ass,” as she spread the man’s legs apart and rubbed her bare leg up and down his crotch, straddling his thigh with her wet cunt sliding up and down the denim. His hands crept around to her back and down to her ass, holding her tightly enough to leave the imprints of his fingers on her butt. One of the cameras zoomed in as he parted her cheeks and inching a fingertip towards the crack until he found her asshole and began probing it. She gritted her teeth as his dry finger slid in to the second joint, then crooned, “So, you like asses?” She turned around and grabbed his hands, placing them on her boobs as she rubbed her butt over his groin until he came in his pants as Tina Turner moaned “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”. She spun around to face him again, and said sweetly, “You got a girlfriend, kid?”

“Uh… no.”

“Do you want one?”

“Yeah, sure!”

“Then cut your fucking nails!” The laughter from the audience was much louder than this time, largely because more of the women joined in.

“Okay,” said Kyle, when the laughter and applause had died down, “Should she go or should she stay?” A majority of the hands shot up, and he nodded. “Looks like you’re staying. We’ll be back in a minute with our next batch of contestants.” He looked around for the floor manager, who gave him a thumbs up. “Right, I need a clean-up crew. Contestants, out through that door, hit the showers or whatever. Audience, you’ve got twenty minutes before we’re back on. Somebody get me a drink.”

***

Fucks for Bucks was recorded in a converted convention hotel, and had kept the health club running for contestants. Paul wrapped a towel around his waist after leaving the shower, oddly pleased to not be completely naked; it felt good to be able to sit down without wondering whose bare ass had sat in the same spot previously. He walked to the sauna and was startled to see the muscular blonde was already there, sitting alone on the highest bench. He considered backing out, but she nodded at him. “Hi.”

Awkwardly, he sat on a lower bench opposite her. “Hi.”

“You can keep the towel on; I recognize your face. But I didn’t catch your name.”

“Paul.”

“Gudrun.” She flicked a drop of sweat from one nipple, and they sat there in painful silence for a few minutes.

“I’m sorry about your partner,” he said, finally. “What happens now?”

“You don’t watch the show?”

“Not religiously.”

“But you wanted the money?”

“Don’t we all?”

“Most people? Not badly enough for this. My subby hubby… when they finish the last round today, he and the other failures will get dressed, do the walk of shame to the limo as the crowd outside jeers, get driven to the Travelodge and wait for a flight home. Lucky for him, he gets off on humiliation. We’d hoped the game today would be enough to get him hard for long enough, but… so it goes.”

“Sorry. But I meant, what happens to you? I thought you had to be in a couple to win.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t have to be my husband: I have time to try to poach somebody else’s. And it doesn’t even have to be a man.”

“Oh.”

“If they think they have too many women, there are games that’ll take care of that, just as if they have too many men. But it doesn’t get really serious until they’re down to about twenty people, enough to all be on stage at once. That’s when the big bets get placed.” She yawned. “Last round should be finishing soon, then the bed allocations will go up. I’m going to grab another shower and head over to the games room.” She stood, picked up the towel she’d been using as a cushion and draped it over her shoulder, and walked towards the door. “Nice to really meet you, Paul.”

“You too.”

“Maybe I’ll fuck you later. Or your wife. Maybe both.”

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The Knighthood

After his bloody evening, Noah was in no rush to get out of the baths, and the fact that he had the room all to himself was a welcome serenity. Besides, he would soon be back to living on the road, where hot baths were few and far between. It was good to savor it while he could, as well as the feeling of a fresh uniform. He stopped by the mess hall and grabbed some bread and an apple, then returned to his dorm, having spent the last several hours lusting for the softness of his bed like an old flame.

It seemed like as soon as he closed his eyes, they were opened by the sound of knocking. “Noah, are you in there?” It was Alexis. Noah looked to the nearby window and studied the shadows; it was probably noon.

“No, I’m currently elsewhere. I’ll be back later after I sleep a few more hours.”

“You’ve slept long enough. Open the door.”

“Fine, but I don’t have any clothes on. Are you sure you want to see the angle of the dangle?”

There was a pause. “One hour.” She said. He heard her walk away, and he closed his eyes, only to once more be stirred by knocking. The shadows had shifted again. “Come on, time to wake up,” Alexis said from outside. “And you’d better have clothes on.”

“Fine, I’m coming.” Noah got dressed and opened the door, finding Alexis and Sophia standing in the hall. “What’s so important that you had to wake me up twice?”

“We wanted to make sure you were all right after your shift last night,” said Sophia. “No one knew what happened to you after you left the castle with Sir Elyot.”

“Some fools came after me, and I took care of them. Nothing to worry about.”

“Good, because it’s the end of the year, and you have a promise to keep,” Alexis said, flashing him a steely gaze.

“I suppose I do. Let me grab a few things, and we’ll talk in your room.”

They watched him retrieve something from his desk, and then he followed them to Alexis’s room. Before doing anything, he pulled out his soundproofing device and activated it, ensuring their conversation was kept secret. He looked around the room, finding it as neat and tidy as always, but he could still pick up the faint scent of sex.

“I’m glad the two of you were able to sort things out. I just hope waking me up wasn’t an act of revenge for me interrupting your sapphic seclusion yesterday.”

A smile, Noah had never seen Sophia blush with a smile, instead averting her gaze sheepishly, but her lips raised her rosy cheeks, and she even giggled.

“Shush!” Alexis said with reddening ears. “Contrary to the lifestyle you live, intimacy isn’t something that should be casually spoken of!”

Noah turned to Sophia. “She is so easy to tease, isn’t she?”

“Every now and then, I’ll give her a little poke, just because I love seeing her pout like that,” Sophia replied while continuing to snicker.

“Can we move on already? It’s time to tell us who you really are.”

“Very well, both of you sit down.” They each sat on the bed while Noah retrieved the chair from Alexis’s desk and sat before them. “I don’t put much faith in promises, no matter who they come from. Still, I need the two of you to swear you’ll never share this with anyone else, understand?”

“You have our word,” said Alexis.

“That’s right,” Sophia added.

Noah took a deep breath. “I’m not the person I appear to be. I am much older than I look, and I come from a world far from this one. This human body is a temporary vessel that I inhabit. For thousands of years, I have died and been reborn, each time on a new world, a new reality. Your planet is just one of the infinite stops in my journey across time and space.”

Alexis and Sophia stared at him as though his words had bounced off their foreheads. “You’re being serious right now, aren’t you?” Alexis asked.

“Completely serious. I told you before, I was alive long before you were born, and I’ll be alive long after you die. If you kill this body, my consciousness and memories will move to a new body, that of a baby being born. I came to this academy searching for answers, not just to my magic, but to this reincarnation curse.”

“Can you prove this?” Sophia asked.

“I can. Of all the worlds I’ve traveled to so far, this is the only one with magic, and because that, my current reincarnation was different from usual. I ended up here with the same body I died in, as well as the clothes I was wearing and the stuff in my pockets.” Noah revealed a black rectangle with a glass surface. “In worlds without magic, mankind advances through the development of technology and tools. This is called a cell phone. It is a device that lets you communicate with someone in another location and grant you access to whatever information you wanted, as well as plenty of other interesting things, though it’s lost those functions since I came to this world. Everyone had one of these, and they would use them almost nonstop.”

He removed the back and showed them a silver square inside, where a runic formula had been written. “This right here is called a battery. It contains the energy needed to make my phone function. When I arrived here, I bayburt escort had no means to restore that energy, so it’s been mostly useless, but thanks to runecrafting, I’ve found a way.” He turned his phone on and pointed the camera at them. “Both of you, smile.”

“Excuse me?” Alexis asked.

“Just smile.”

They each gave an awkward smile, and Noah took their picture and then showed it to their mutual shock. “What is this?” Sophia asked, staring closely at the screen.

“My phone has a glass eye that can record what it sees, as well as hears. And speaking of hearing…” He opened the music folder and played ‘Could’ve Been’ by Two Steps from Hell. “It also holds music from my world.”

The playing of strings filled Alexis’s room, causing her and Sophia to lose their breath. The festive noisemakers of the holidays and the folk songs of adventurers and farmers could not compare to the symphony of notes flowing into their ears.

“So all your knowledge about the human body comes from another world?” Sophia asked.

“Multiple worlds, actually. In several lifetimes, I was what’s known as a ‘doctor,’ someone who heals the injured and sick. However, since there were no magic potions or healing spells, humanity had to learn everything there is to know about the human body. Imagine reattaching a severed limb by stitching together all the severed veins and muscles with a needle and thread. In fact…” He took out his wallet and showed them his driver’s license. “This is an identification card that everyone my age had. See this spot right here? It means I have volunteered to be an organ donor.”

“Organ donor?” Alexis asked.

“In my old world, people who suffered organ failure could have their bodies cut open, and the malfunctioning organ replaced with a healthy one from another person. People who volunteered to be donors, upon their death, would have their organs removed and transplanted into other people who needed them. My heart, lungs, kidneys, all my valuable body parts would be used to save the lives of others. Well, since I’m here in this body, I’m not sure if anyone actually got my organs.”

“This… this is all too much,” Sophia groaned.

“Strange as it may sound, it is the truth.”

Alexis leaned forward “So what you told me at the basilisk party, about manmade monsters and experiments…”

“I am thousands of years old, that’s long enough to have done and experienced just about anything, including, shall we say, “abominable” practices? There are lines man is supposedly not meant to cross, and I’ve crossed them all, just to see what was on the other side. Whoever created that basilisk, they’re going down paths that I have walked.”

The three all sat in silence, Alexis staring at Noah while Sophia gazed at the floor. “So what happens now?” Alexis finally asked. “Since you couldn’t get your answers here at the academy, what are you going to do after Knight’s Day?”

“I’m going to help Lady Zodiac track down her brother, who went missing after performing an incredibly powerful psychic experiment. I can’t give you all the details, but the incident occurred last spring, the same time I arrived here. Even if the events are unrelated, I’m hoping that his research can help me break this curse.”

“Wait, but if you break the curse, you’ll die, won’t you?” Sophia asked.

“Don’t let this young face fool you. I have died more than a hundred times already, and I have lived and experienced more than you can possibly imagine. I’m ready for my journey to end.”

“Does Lady Zodiac know this?” Alexis asked, her voice trembling.

“Of course, it’s part of our agreement. I help find her brother, and she’ll help me break my curse. We’re going to leave the day after tomorrow.”

Sophia got to her feet with tears in her eyes. “You mean you’re going to leave us behind, and we’ll never see you again!”

Noah sighed. “You and I had a wonderful night together, didn’t we?” The unexpected question left her spinning her wheels. “You understand now where all my bedroom experience comes from, don’t you? I’ve had hundreds of wives and lovers, many whose names I have forgotten, same with my children. I have lain on my deathbed, surrounded by my loving family, none of them knowing who I truly am. I have heard them weep while I close my eyes and release my last breath, only to be reborn into a new world. I live on while everyone from my previous life dies one by one, unaware that they have been replaced.

Maybe instead of traveling with Valia, you and I could get married. We could build a home, raise a family, and grow old together. Can you imagine it? The kiss we’d share on our wedding, the two of us arguing over whose turn it is to tend to our crying newborn in the middle of the night, the dinners we’d have with our friends, while joking about our children falling in love, making memories during the holidays, both good and bad, spending the years in a comfortable routine of work and love, watching our kids grow up and have kids of their own, and finally, the end comes for us. I can imagine it, bartın escort because I’ve lived it so many times before.

But whether I ride off into the sunset after Knight’s Day or die of old age with you holding my hand, I will inevitably be forced to leave you and everyone else behind and start a new life, and you’ll just end up another chapter in a book that should have ended long ago. I don’t want to live like that anymore.”

The three sat in silence, broken only by Sophia’s sniffling as she tried to maintain her composure.

“Noah, look me in the eyes and tell me that what you’re saying is true, that you’re really who you say you are,” Alexis murmured.

Noah stared straight into her soul. “Everything I’ve told you is true. My past, my identity, my goal, all of it. The two of you now know more about me than my previous families did.”

“So where do we go from here?” Sophia asked.

“Well I suppose we have a few options. We can either leave this conversation on a sour note, and things can be awkward until our farewell, or we can spend this precious time together making memories.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out an herb-filled pouch. “Might I suggest we smoke this alchemically-enhanced gonlief and spend the rest of the afternoon listening to music from my world? What do you say?”

“I don’t smoke,” said Alexis.

“Neither do I,” Sophia added.

“If there was ever a time to give it a try, it’s now.” He filled up a pipe with gonlief and powdered THC, then lit it with a match and inhaled deeply. After releasing a thick cloud, he held it out to Alexis.

“Fine, I guess I should see what all the fuss is about.”

Noah pressed play on his phone as she and Sophia each took a hit from the pipe with a loud cough. The three sank into bliss, and for the next several hours, the room was full of music, smoke, and laughter.

———-

The sun was soon to set, and the cadets were preparing themselves for combat once more. It was the last night before Knight’s Day, and if history had any say in the matter, it was to be a bombastic evening. Noah was in his room, fiddling with his armor. Sitting on his bed was Valia, having snuck in so they could talk. He had just finished telling her about his conversation with Alexis and Sophia.

“I’m surprised you didn’t invite them to come with us,” she said. “A healer and an archer would have been useful on our journey.”

“I’m surprised that that’s your reaction. I thought you wanted me all to yourself,” he teased. “As fun as it would be to travel with three beautiful women, I feel it’s better that we part ways for now.”

“You don’t want to intrude on their happiness, right?”

“You knew about the two of them?”

“With how Alexis was always gazing at me, it was obvious which direction she swayed.”

“So then that hug you gave her the other day, what was that?”

“Genuine care from teacher to student, as well as me throwing her a bone of sorts. Plus, she’s so cute when she gets all flustered. I couldn’t resist teasing her a little.”

The two of them shared a laugh.

“If the four of us were to travel together, you and I would just be a temptation, and their relationship would suffer. They deserve a chance to be together without us crowding them and leading them astray.”

“Funny, you paint yourself as a nihilist, but if you truly didn’t care, you would have invited them along and used them however you wanted.”

“It’s true that there are few things that matter to me, that are important in my life, but there are plenty of things that I want to matter, that I want to care about, even if I have to force myself to. I want them to mean something to me, and if I have to avoid them for that to happen, then so be it.”

“You’re sweeter than you give yourself credit.”

“Perhaps. Anyway, what would you rate our chances of Valon showing up?” he asked.

“Last year, he released all the prisoners in the dungeon to use as a distraction so he could raid the royal vault, so unless there is something he wasn’t able to steal last time, I have little hope he’ll come.”

“At the very least, that means a smaller mess to clean up. Are we all set to leave?”

“I’ve got us supplies and horses. We can go whenever we want. However, that bounty on your head will make things difficult, and the kingdom will probably mark me as a traitor for leaving. We may end up with matching wanted posters. We’ll have to avoid roads and towns, so getting any information on Valon will be next to impossible.”

“Then maybe our first destination should be the Thelmas province. We can track down Fain Morgan and force him to close the contract. That would at least halve the number of our pursuers. Either way, once we leave Uther, there will be far fewer people after us. Besides, you underestimate how well I blend into a crowd.”

“Well if my bounty is higher than yours, you have to buy me a drink, got it?”

“Deal, but I should probably tell you now that I plan on finishing things with Seraph tomorrow, so we might not be able to leave ığdır escort Colbrand quietly.”

“Noah, I know what the Knight’s Sheath meant to you, but you should let this go. Beating him up will only make things harder for us.”

“I can’t. I keep telling myself that he’s not worth it, but it’s like my brain is on fire. I can’t remember the last time I was this angry. Besides, he’s had this coming for a long time. Just try and tell me he doesn’t deserve to have his face ground into the mud. It doesn’t matter if he is a prince or a paladin; he’s going to receive judgment.”

Valia stood up. “Noah, look at me.” She placed her hands on his cheeks, and they gazed into each other’s eyes. “You know, some part of me still isn’t sure if you are who you say you are. That part looks at you and worries that you’re just a young man with a silver tongue.”

“Says the elf.”

“Oh be quiet. Then when I look into your eyes, I see the truth. I see the ages you’ve lived, the experience you’ve accumulated, and the vast sea of memories, both happy and painful. What I don’t see is the wound that will be healed by vengeance.”

“You’re right. I know you’re right. I know that this juvenile feud is stupid, reckless, and shortsighted. I know there will be consequences for my actions, but this feeling is incredible. This passionate irrationality, this fury and madness, they’re like a sinful feast for the soul. I can finally indulge in desire and emotion and drive for something both pointless and meaningful. Cyrilo’s research could have led to my ultimate wish being granted, a wish that I’ve carried with me through life and death, and I was robbed. If that doesn’t matter, what does? When will I ever feel something like this again?”

“Silver tongue indeed,” Valia said.

Noah pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her slender waist and his lips meeting hers. She welcomed him, one hand still on his cheek, while the other brushed back his hair. They kissed for several seconds before finally separating.

“How’s that for a silver tongue?”

Valia gave him a playful slap on the cheek. “Just be safe out there, Cadet Noah.”

“Yes, Lady Zodiac.”

———-

Once more, the cadets gathered at the royal palace. The previous night had been relatively easy, as all the troublemakers were simply directed towards Noah. It was the same plan and hopefully the same result. Noah was loudly dispatched to “guard” the Elswood Chapel while all the other cadets patrolled the city. They were armed and ready for combat, but not for what awaited them: empty streets.

It was the final night of the Red Revelries, and yet the city of Colbrand was silent. There were still a few trouble makers out and about, and a handful of revelers came after Noah for the bounty, but that was all. The vast majority of battle junkies and murderers had already been executed the night before, so there was nothing left for the knights and cadets to hunt. Exactly one year ago, the city had been a sea of fire and violence, but tonight, it was peaceful. Unlike the previous evenings, the shift ended a few hours before dawn. After all, the cadets had other work to do and needed to rest while they could.

The festivities for Knight’s Day started early, the streets filling with citizens and tourists with the sounds of endless conversations and noisemakers. Street performers wowed audiences with magic and acrobatics, while vendors sold their festival wares to the masses. This year, the people were in full spirits, mainly because the city hadn’t been nearly destroyed like the year before.

Yet despite the celebration in the streets, the cadets could not participate, as they were busy cleaning the academy. Today, a whole new class of cadets would be enrolling, so everything had to be wiped, polished, and dusted to exemplify the academy’s prestige. Noah was undoubtedly going to miss his dorm room, as it was a rare level of luxury in this world. Of his meager possessions, everything of value would be carried in his backpack or ring, while everything else, such as old notebooks and materials for runecrafting, he was leaving with Cyrilo for safekeeping.

He was not wearing an academy uniform or his civilian attire. Instead, he was garbed with a chainmail shirt and a red tunic embroidered with the national crest of Uther. All the graduating cadets wore something similar, depending on their specialty. Those armed with swords, maces, and spears were garbed in chainmail, and would receive their plate armor after the knighting ceremony, while archers and mages wore robes and leather armor.

The final piece of the ensemble was sitting on his desk, delivered earlier in the morning. It was his official knight sword, created according to his specifications and with materials he supplied using alchemy. Along with a precise level of carbon, it was infused with a bit of silicon and tungsten, and a few other choice elements. The blade was engraved with a long runic formula of his own design, each symbol physically etched into the steel and then filled with the strongest ink Noah could get his hands on, then treated so it wouldn’t be washed away by water or blood. It was an alchemic spell to reinforce all molecular bonds and prevent new ones from forming, so the blade had maximum durability and would never rust, dull, chip, or break, making it mightier than any other knight sword. He also included a couple other enchantments to help him in various situations.

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Big Fun

The next day he returned to the location before noon, as they had agreed. He’d eaten a big lunch, knowing fully well he probably wouldn’t get much of a break with the giants.

The duo were indeed already putting his vibrating gifts to good use and didn’t notice the approaching human.

He took his time casting the growth spell with maximal duration in the hope it would not run out in the middle of the action.

He then placed his staff out of the way where no-one would steal it or step on it but where he could quickly get to it if needed.

“There he is, Kas!”

And just in time. The duo was already moving towards him with eyes full of lust.

Well, one thing was sure. If he wanted to last long enough to satisfy the horny duo, he couldn’t allow them to set the pace like had happened yesterday.

Grabbing Kas into a kiss to distract her he pulled her to the side, rolling her underneath him. He then quickly slipped his hand around Bei, grabbing her big butt and pulling her forward.

“Get on top of her!”

“Oo, Kas. Sounds like he ‘as a plan!”

Bei did indeed climb on top of Kas, allowing Zalen to slip his fingers inside both pussies.

“I want your cock, your ‘ingers won’t be enough,” Bei murmured.

“Wanna bet?”

Before the giantess had time to reply he had already added a fourth finger inside her.

“Ohh, are you… OOHhh!”

Kas looked at her friend questioningly.

“What did he -“

A moment later she received her reply as Zalen began working his fist inside her, just like he had done with the giantess on top.

“Whaahhaa… I didn’t know you ‘ould do thisss,” Kas gasped as he finally got in all the way to his wrist.

“Mwaaaa…,” Bei replied, her head tilted far back.

Slowly wiggling his fists inside the lustful duo he grinned.

“Feel good, doesn’t it? Let’s see how many times I can get you to the top this way!”

And with that he began moving his arms.

“Whhaaa… by the seas it ‘eels good…” Kas moaned.

“Ohh yesss…”

As he had suspected, it didn’t take long for the first of the duo to orgasm. With Kas hitting her peak and doing so loud enough that it could probably be heard in the closest villages, Zalen focused his attention on Bei who was clearly getting close as well.

“Fuck yess… shove it in there… MwaaAAhhh…”

With his fist pumping inside her drenched cunt the the giantess on top hit her orgasm, letting out a long, deep moan.

Despite both women having hit their peak Zalen wasn’t about to let them even think about changing position. He kept pumping both giantesses from behind, slowing down a little after the first orgasms but then speeding up again. They seemed to be feeding off each other’s pleasure, hitting their next peak almost at the same time.

When his growth spell finally began fizzling out he had lost count how many times the two giants had cum. Both were just moaning weakly as Zalen returned to normal size and headed towards his staff.

Still, by the time he’d retrieved it, taken a quick gulp from his water flask and recast his maximized growth spell the two giantesses were already facing him with lusty grins.

“We ‘ant your cock ‘lready,” Kas growled, grabbing his crotch.

Zalen smiled.

“Very well. The first one on all fours gets it first!”

Both giantesses immediately whirled around, dropping down with a thud that sent up a cloud of dust.

“Kas won,” Zalen announced, lining up his dick with the darker haired woman’s waiting cooch.

As he slid his cock in he quickly grabbed the enchanted cock Kas had slipped below her belt.

With the giantess fully focused on his cock now plunging deep inside her he slid the tip at her tighter entrance and began slowly pushing it inside.

“Ahhaaahh… nnnghh… are you… aahh…”

Beside them Bei was looking at Kas and her expression, then turned to peek at what Zalen was doing and then turned kırklareli escort to look at Kas again.

“Does that feel good?”

“Aahhh… yess oh yesss… nnhhh…”

Zalen grinned at Bei. “Hand me yours and you can get to try it yourself!”

Bei took one more look at Kas and her blissful expression and then quickly crawled forwards to reach for her wooden toy that was laying on the ground.

Crawling back he handed it over to Zalen and then resumed the same position as Kas.

Slipping the wooden cock first inside the giantess’ drenched cunt he then positioned it over her tighter entrance.

“Unnnnhhh…” Bei moaned as he began slowly sliding it in.

“Aahhh… I’ve never ‘elt this full,” Kas whispered, with her toy now as deep as he could easily get it. His dick was still lazily sliding in and out of her cooch.

Slipping his cock out of Kas he instead moved behind Bei, sliding his cock in her cunt below the fake one.

“Unnhhaaaaahhh…”

And so it went, with Zalen using the wooden cocks to do most of the work and just maintained a relaxed pace with his real dick, alternating inside the duo.

“I really need to eat something now,” Zalen finally announced. Besides, his growth spell was going to run out soon enough anyway.

“Haaahhh…” Bei moaned.

“Go on then. We can wait a ‘ittle,” Kas added. “There’s still plenty of time ‘eft…”

Zalen looked up. It was indeed just mid-afternoon. And even though the duo looked a little exhausted now, he had a feeling they’d be all over him soon enough.

And indeed, he was still chewing down the last of his meal when two gigantic legs suddenly thumped on the ground around him.

“Come on ‘lready, I’m ‘etting too horny to wait!”

Turning his head he saw it had been Bei. She was sitting behind Zalen, her legs encircling him. Taking a quick look around he realized his staff was now on the other side of her thigh.

“Umm, I need that staff of mine to cast the growth spell!”

“I don’t wanna wait,” Bei whispered, pulling him closer with her huge hand. “I ‘eed you nowww!”

With her cunt now spread open right in front of him, it was easy enough to figure out what she wanted.

Compared to the demigiant she was so much bigger that there was no point in trying to fist her drenched cunt. Still, her clit was still more than suitable size for his hands.

Starting to give it a two hand massage he heard Bei moan appreciatively. And a moment later Kas’s voice.

“Damn you, Bei! Stop stealing ‘m like that! Let him ‘ast his spell first, we can’t even feel his cock if he’s that size!”

“Mmmm… Just a moment… this ‘eels… good…”

Kas mumbled something and a moment later Zalen heard a clatter behind him.

“There’s your staff. Now, the spell?”

“Sorry Bei, I’m casting the spell first.”

The giantess released him reluctantly, allowing him to begin the arcane act.

A little while later he was again growing to giant size.

Bei had already raised to her knees and by the time he was at the maximum size, the giantess had already captured his cock in her mouth and was helping him to full hardness again.

Once he was she stood up, guiding his cock inside her eager cunt. Her strong hands had grabbed his butt and she began moving his hips, setting the pace for the frenzied act to follow.

It was also pretty much the turning point as after that point the two giantesses pretty much held the reins. They had him fuck them standing up, then pulled him on top, sucking him hard again when he came.

By the time they let him leave he was again completely exhausted.

This time the ones who were there when he arrived were Kity and Dinah.

“Wow, you really look like you’ve given your all today!”

“He really does,” Kity added. “Here, let me!”

Before Zalen had time to protest the darker skinned woman had lifted him on her afyon escort back and was carrying him to his room.

Inside the duo gently but swiftly undressed him and then ushered him into bed.

He gave an exhausted sigh as Kity threw the blanket over him.

“Thank you. I love you both.”

“We love you too.”

He closed his eyes and heard the door open and then close.

To his surprise he then felt someone crawling underneath the blanket. Someone naked.

“Whuh?”

“It’s just me,” Dinah murmured. “Don’t worry, I know you’re too tired for teasing right now. I just wanted to be with you for a while.”

Zalen nodded, leaning forward to kiss her cheek.

“Ok. I love having you there.”

A moment later the door opened again. And once more someone lifted the blanket, this time behind him.

“It’s me, Jazmyn. Just sleep normally.”

He felt like he should have replied but it was just… too… sometngsbh…

*

The next time Zalen opened his eyes it was already… breasts?

“Good morning!”

Dinah noticed his expression and giggled, shaking her boobs that were indeed right in front of Zalen’s face.

“Looks like someone’s more than ready for the new day,” Jazmyn added, wrapping her hand around Zalen’s waist and grabbing his morning wood.

“Too bad we need to save it for those giants.”

Zalen smiled, giving Dinah’s right nipple a kiss.

“I’ll make it up to you two when I return unless I’m totally worn out.

Hey, that reminds me! Sindara mentioned you all have some kind of a toy to entertain yourself when you’re horny.”

The two women looked at each other. “Yes?”

“Once I get dressed, I’ll come and cast the same vibrating enchantment on them as I did for the giants. That should make them feel a little better.”

The duo squealed with delight, hopping out of bed and as soon as they were dressed they were out the door.

A short while later he entered the next room where all his wives and D’Sheyn had gathered.

On the table sat quite the array of fake cocks. Some of them were glass, some of them highly polished wood and one seemed to be made of some softer material.

Some were totally smooth, some were shaped to have a wider tip like a real cock.

The sizes also varied. A few were rather travel-sized and most of them looked to be of similar relative size than the ones he’d made for the giants.

There was also one that was clearly bigger than the rest. It was made of some type of wood he couldn’t quite recognize and was about as thick as his own cock when fully erect. It was even longer than his though.

Zalen picked it up, looking at the circle of women with an amused smile.

“Kity.”

“Kity.”

“Kity.”

Kity giggled, giving Zalen a wink. “Well now you know why I was so thrilled when Sumi first described your cock!”

One by one he cast the vibration enchantment on the fake dicks, then demonstrated how to activate the spell effect.

“Ok, now I need to get something to eat and then head to meet the giants again. At least this is the last day.”

“Have fun!”

“We know we will,” Mirada added, looking towards the table with a smile.

Quite a bit later he arrived again in the place he had last met the giantesses.

This time it took him a while to locate the duo as they turned out to be lounging behind a nearby hill.

And unlike the previous day they didn’t look quite as – well, desperate for sex.

Still, he again cast the growth spell and a moment later he was again growing to gigantic proportions, once again fully nude.

The duo turned towards him, with Kas licking her lips.

“Oo… Mating ‘eason may be almost over but just looking at ‘m is still turning me on.”

“I know what you mean,” Bei added. “I’m going to suck him ‘ard and then I’ll ride ‘m one more time!”

“Me too! Except I think I want to try ‘iding amasya escort him with my butt and with this in ‘y cunt!”

Kas wiggled the wooden cock in her hand for emphasis.

Bei chuckled. “I don’t think my butt can ‘ake him after yesterday. Can I ride ‘m first then?”

“Sure. Break the ground!”

Bei walked up to him, kissing him as she wrapped one arm behind his neck and the other slipped down to caress his cock.

It didn’t take long for him to get hard again, thanks to her passionate kisses and skillful hands.

“Now lay down,” the giantess murmured. “I’m going to ride you so ‘ard my cunt will remember your cock till the next matin’ season!”

And as her pussy engulfed his thick member it soon became apparent she hadn’t just been exaggerating.

She was pounding her hips down so hard that the ground shook. Their sex had already caused a minor rock slide down the slight incline Zalen was laying on and she was still just increasing her pace.

“Oomh… Oomh… aahh…” Bei moaned as she rode him hard.

“O-oh…”

The ground underneath them suddenly lurched. Zalen barely had time to throw his hands wide before the ground gave way.

For a fleeting moment he felt himself falling but luckily the distance hadn’t been long and his head had pretty much remained in its original position.

Bei had seemed even less fazed about the sudden drop as she just adjusted her position and resumed her heavy ride, bouncing on him like nothing unusual had happened.

Even Kas just chuckled, as if this was a perfectly normal event for them.

And given their size it might perfectly well be.

Bei’s wild ride was also making her approach her peak quite rapidly. Her moans were getting more and more vocal, her expression more blissful.

She came, her whole body shaking from the onslaught of pleasure. For a moment she just gasped there but then she rolled off him, laying down on her back, with a small happy smile on her face.

He didn’t get much of a break before Kas approached him.

“Hold this for a moment,” the giantess said, handing the wooden cock to him as she squatted down on him.

Guiding his slickened cock towards her other hole she slid down.

“OooOOooo… It feels even ‘etter than that wood cock…”

Once she was third of the way in she raised her hips a little, grabbed Zalen’s wrist and pulled it closer, aligning the wooden cock with her waiting pussy. Then she slid down once more, getting filled up by both cocks at once.

“Fuuuuck it ‘eels good!”

Down she slid, getting his cock as deep in her butt. Her hips met his.

“OoOOOooo… I haven’t even moved and I ‘eel so close ‘lready!”

Zalen grinned – and squeezed the base of the wooden dick.

“O-o-o-ooooOOOOHHH!”

Kas hit her peak, her body doing one forceful jolt.

With shaky hands she pushed herself up before collapsing next to Zalen.

Both giants were now laying there and were again looking completely relaxed.

“Bei. First matin’ season where I had enough!”

“Mm-mm. And from a human ‘age!”

Zalen had ended his spell and he was again normal sized. He was still hard but since the giantesses had clearly had enough he might as well save his strength for later, especially given the promise he’d given Jazmyn and Dinah. He would have to take a bath first though.

“So will you help with building the temple?”

“Of course,” Kas replied. “We need a week to eat and ‘ecover but after that ‘e can go where you need us!”

“The temple will be built at Two Hills. There’s still one more problem I need to solve before that but you can probably head there anyway. Just… don’t cause any trouble there.”

“If the ‘umans don’t bother us, we won’t bother ’em. And if you ‘ake sure there’s food for us there ‘e won’t need to go anywhere else.”

“I can arrange that, no problem.”

After leaving the duo he went to look for Drak and eventually found him.

“Hullo, little man.”

“Did you get enough rest?”

“Slept for two days! Feeling better ‘an ever!”

The giant grinned. “You ‘elped me, I’ll ‘elp you! Just tell me where to go!”

“Two Hills. Kas and Bei agreed to come help as well. I’ll arrange food to be delivered there.”

“Great! Wimmyn good company when not matin’ season!”

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3. The Banshee Queen

“It is my honor to introduce the Eighth Seat, Her Royal Highness, the Queen Aisling; Long may She reign.”

The elderly majordomo stepped aside, and a woman in a black suit walked into the room. She was fantastically pale, her eyes such a light blue that they were almost colorless. Her hair, by contrast, was perfectly black, absorbing all the light that touched it as if she were a walking event horizon. She looked much younger than I had anticipated the leader to be — physically, she appeared to only be a few years older than I was. As she entered, I saw Cynthia and Sam stiffen and freeze.

I felt my stomach turn over, a sudden wave of fear crashing over the seawall that was my perception. My new senses rapidly detected it, a sour and displeasing affront to my nostrils. It was instantly overwhelmed by the surges outpouring from Sam. The terror rushing off her was imposing in magnitude, dominating the concoction of emotions I was detecting to such a degree that it became painful. The cold, calculating beast in my mind noted that, for the first time, I was tasting something from Cynthia. It was faint, barely noticeable behind Sam’s agony, but the dread controlling her leaked through whatever obscured her from me.

I could sense some apprehension from Beth, but it was even less than what I felt from myself. She was nervous about meeting someone influential and making a good impression, not gripped with absolute magical horror like Sam and Cynthia were. She also had yet to notice the O’Briens’ condition, her green eyes tracking the new arrival, which likely explained some of her limited response.

I started to feel the icy grasp of pure terror spreading from my gut, threatening to spread like a cancer and dominate all of my faculties. Her presence was almost overwhelming. Almost.

I felt the voice in the back of my mind growl, and the fear I had felt was suddenly gone. He was insulted that we had been forced to endure this mistreatment and further insulted at the ease with which he could brush it aside. If we were to be tested, he desired a challenge, not a trivial formality for tormenting little girls. With my senses returned, I stood and bowed slightly while speaking, “Your majesty, it is a great honor to be invited to meet with you.” Beth had stood when I did, but Cynthia and Sam remained rooted in their seats, cemented in terror. They didn’t even seem capable of noticing that anything had changed in the room.

Aisling responded as she glided across the room, moving in an effortlessly refined manner. “Save your honorifics for when you have enough knowledge for them to carry meaning.” Her voice was calm and measured; She wasn’t trying to insult me with her statement, just cutting past the formalities. I waited for her to take her seat before sitting myself.

At her seat, several papers were waiting for her. She began to glance at them, skimming their contents. I put my hand on Cynthia’s leg and rubbed it softly. I needed her guidance and support, but she was completely frozen, locked up in fear, and unable to assist me. It made me wonder why Beth hadn’t been — after all, she was in the alley where we met. It would’ve been much more understandable for the unrefined teenager to be affected here, especially when the two witches had been incapacitated. After a handful of seconds, I felt Cynthia’s hand shift to rest on top of mine. I kept massaging the front of her thigh for the time being. I could see how much of a struggle it had been to move her hand to mine, but when they connected, I found her fear fade from my senses.

Aisling set the papers down and stared at me intently, her hueless eyes boring into me mercilessly. “Cynthia thinks that you are a dragon. Cynthia has an impeccable record with correctly identifying those undergoing transitions.”

She paused, and her intense gaze fell on Beth. “You are a human. That is what the report says. But you aren’t afraid of me, and I can’t find you underneath the shielding layers of enchantment. Enchantment with no paperwork or history.”

Beth answered timidly, “I find you quite intimidating, your highness. I am quite afraid and not used to places like this. Cynthia said something similar about me being unsensable. James did something, I think, but neither of us knows what.”

Aisling tutted back like she was dealing with a child who was out of place. “You aren’t afraid like you should be. Look at Cynthia’s daughter.” We looked at Sam, and I was pained by what I saw. Sam had her head down, her eyes clenched shut, and her hand gripped the fork she had been eating from with as much force as she could muster. All the color had drained from her face, matching her white-knuckled fingers. She was thoroughly gripped by horror.

Aisling continued, “You are afraid, but you are not incapacitated with terror. I was told you were protected with unrecorded enchantments, and I wanted to investigate this assertion myself. I have some answers now, and it would be artvin escort cruel to continue torturing my servants.”

I watched Aisling, and she visibly softened. Her eyes sparkled blue, her hair began reflecting light, and I could see her cheeks touched with the slightest blush. She no longer appeared as a character on a backdrop. Now she resembled a mortal, capable of interacting with the environment around her. Cynthia’s hand gripped mine entirely, and she lightly squeezed it. I went to withdraw it from her leg, but she pinned it where it was. The tangy fear retreated somewhat, no longer smothering and oppressive. Evidently, Aisling intentionally forced the girls to feel that way to see what would happen, and she had relented now that she had her conclusions.

Sam opened her eyes and dropped the fork back on the table. She spent a few moments breathing violently and then whispered, “Holy fuck” to herself before looking up and seeing all of us looking at her. She blushed and squeaked out, “Your highness! I’m terribly sorry; I forgot myself.”

Aisling nodded proudly, “I believe that is quite an accurate description. It is no offense to me — that is the reaction humans should have when I want them to. Please, enjoy the dinner for the time being.”

When she said that, the younger man came in and provided what must be the main course for the meal. As we ate, Aisling looked through the remaining papers, rummaging through the pile seemingly indiscriminately. Ten minutes passed with only the sounds of us nervously eating the opulent fare and Aisling manipulating her documents. When we consumed this course, Aisling appeared ready to begin discussions earnestly.

“Cynthia, you believe this man to be a dragon. You have only been mistaken in the past under incredibly trying circumstances and when someone was trying to mislead you. I trust your opinion and am not trying to toy with you or undermine your conclusion. This is simply too monumental an event to not discuss in its entirety. Please give me your reasonings when you are ready.”

Cynthia took a moment to collect herself, trying to rationalize that the Queen was familiar with her work, and then spoke. Her voice wavered on her first words, but she promptly found her footing and laid out her formulaic approach to eliminating every other conceivable scenario. She discussed, at length, my answers to the situations she had established to test me and how they confirmed her suspicions and procedurally reduced the potential pool to two. She concluded her description by describing the scale of force she had experienced on our road trip, another data point functionally confirming her conjecture.

“The confirmation for me was when you asked me to get him to push; To get his being to expose itself utterly and reveal itself. I had warded myself according to the established protocols, using specific, personalized protections that named him directly, and was wholly overwhelmed anyway. He brushed them aside like dusty cobwebs and filled my entire being with his magnificent presence. I don’t know what else would be able to do that completely untrained, twelve hours after awakening and twelve hours after emptying itself of mana to layer archaic protections over Beth.

“The only thing we haven’t technically eliminated was a demonic incursion and possession pretending to be a dragon awakening.” Cynthia paused, and guilt came off her, the second taste of emotion surprising me. Aisling hardened as the words left the senior redhead’s mouth, her hair darkening and the hint of warmth being icily sucked out of the room.

Cynthia shivered but forced herself to continue, “I know that there hasn’t been a reported crossing in my lifetime, but the circumstances around James are strange enough that I considered it. We don’t have any official guidelines for that evaluation –“

“For good reasons,” Aisling interjected. “There hasn’t been a demon sighting in hundreds of years because we forced them to leave our plane alone. They may as well not exist.”

Cynthia swallowed, “I referenced his behavior against some historical accounts of first contacts. I haven’t proved that James definitely isn’t a demon, but I also have no further suspicion of it. All of the documents suggest that possessions attempt to remain hidden as long as possible while they acclimate. He awakened, broadcast his spark freely, and enchanted Beth within an hour with shielding charms. What demon would try to imitate a dragon of all beings — and one awakening in a completely unprecedented manner? What demon would use its own energy to create an aegis over an insignificant human girl without an obvious self-serving interest? It doesn’t align with any of their documented behaviors.”

Aisling softened somewhat, finding a middle ground between the terrifying visage she could wear and the almost human she had seemed just a minute ago. “Good. I am ordering you to leave that suspicion aydın escort out of your official report. We do not want those kinds of rumors to spread.”

Cynthia bowed her head in acknowledgment, and then continued, “There is another complication I need to bring to your attention, my Queen.”

Aisling nodded, indicating for Cynthia to continue. Cynthia fiddled with her handbag a moment and produced the tablet she had utilized in the diner. She fussed with it for a moment, and I could see her scrolling through the video of me responding to her questions. She found the moment she was looking for and passed the tablet to Aisling.

Without further discussion, Aisling started the video from the point that Cynthia had selected. It was the final hypothetical situation Cynthia had posed to me. Aisling watched, and the rest of us listened as past Cynthia established the scene. Aisling was then enraptured by the recording as I struggled against the answer everyone seemed to expect I would give freely.

Past me gave the shocking answer. The video ended, and Aisling softened further. I heard Sam take a profoundly deep breath. Cynthia spoke first, “As you saw, even connected to his dragon soul, he was able to oversee his own choices. This eliminated any trepidations I had about a possession — a demon would’ve given the expected answer hastily to conform to our expectations. Unfortunately, I was unsure about how to proceed, your grace. I didn’t want to share this information except with you personally once I had confirmed a meeting with you.”

Aisling nodded and mused in her thoughts for a moment before saying, “That was a prudent decision. Keeping information about James discreet would be ideal.” She paused for a moment and sipped the champagne poured during dinner. It was the first time she had touched any of the offerings.

Aisling eventually continued, “James, you’ll have to remain here. In the city, for the foreseeable future. I need to understand exactly what you are and what you could be capable of. I will arrange for you to meet with a scholar I trust intimately.” She spoke with a conviction that offered no option for refusal, yet she paused and awaited a response.

I answered her cautiously, “I could be amenable to that, your highness.”

Having played my part in the conversation, Aisling continued, “I shall see you compensated for these inconveniences.” She slowly leafed through her documents with controlled and deliberate motions before selecting the ones she desired. She confirmed the information on them was what she wanted to see and then passed it to me with a pen and, confusingly, a small knife.

“This is a general agreement for your loyalty while you remain in my lands. Read it. Sign it. Your name in ink and your thumbprint in your blood on the lines.”

Another piece of paper was slid across the table.

“This is an agreement for a residence in a building I own on the north side of town. With Cynthia as your handler, it would be convenient if she stayed near you. She also has access to additional funding to accommodate your daily needs here. Tomorrow, I’ll have a legal advisor meet with you with the requisite agreements to solidify our relationship while you remain in this region. Afterward, I would encourage you to meet with the archivist here.”

Aisling paused again, waiting to see if anyone would interject with a question or comment. I felt she desired someone to ask something, so I asked the most obvious question that came to mind to interrupt the silence.

“Why do you believe it would be beneficial to meet with the archivist? I’m not sure that I follow the logic here.”

She smiled, and chills ran down my spine. I saw both Sam and Cynthia shiver, the elder O’Brien’s hand clenching mine desperately. I couldn’t tell if this meant that I had asked something incredibly foolish or if it was what Aisling had desired someone to ask. I also couldn’t tell if Cynthia was trying to encourage or discourage me or if it was simply a physical reaction to the banshee’s magical pressure.

“Antonin is almost as old as I am, and he’s the only one in my court that I know with certainty has interacted with another dragon. You need training in many disciplines, as you are essentially a newborn with no parents or clan to care for you. He will be able to identify what you require immediately and who can provide services with the necessary discretion. Don’t misunderstand me, dragon; I am not running a charity here. The faster you can shed your naive, ignorant youth and grow into a mighty force, the faster you will become a productive and profitable member of our society.

“You will become a great boon, eventually. The amount of energy you can provide, should you find yourself engaging in commerce here, can provide wealth for all of our residents. Other leaders, be they political, economic, or industrial, could become jealous of this development. You are a wonderful balıkesir escort resource for me; Others may try to sway you to their causes. If you decline these invitations, they may decide it is in their best interests to remove you from my realm by removing you from every realm. So, I need to accelerate your transitionary period before others learn of you until you are powerful enough that everyone will respect you individually. The more I invest in this, the faster I see my returns.”

I hadn’t expected her to put it so bluntly. Cynthia had said that the consensus was that Aisling was politically devious and capable of scheming and controlling. I wondered what angle she could be pursuing by evidently playing me straight up. It wasn’t obvious what duplicitous chicanery she was engaging in, which made me even more nervous than if the ruse had been perceptible.

She answered me when she continued, “Members of my community primarily solve their grievances by answering to their house leader. Humans have their Archwizard, Werebeings have their clan Alphas, Banshees have their Queen, and so on. You are the only dragon — so you both answer for and represent yourself in political matters as the head of the draconic house. It would be unbecoming of a house leader to be so unprepared for life here. It benefits me to have strong leaders, as weak leaders cause instability and insecurity among the populace. Decorum demands I treat you as a venerable house leader, even if you’re a puny whelp unfit for anything today. Tomorrow, you won’t be, and I won’t have you lauding a perceived slight over my head in a generation’s time when we could simply engage amicably.”

Aisling had paused again, so I responded, “So, you need this Antonin to evaluate me and suggest other teachers for areas I’m deficient in. You’re investing your time and connections in me because eventually, I will increase the potential output of your entire region, increasing your power relative to other leaders, and will additionally directly owe you favors then. That seems reasonable to me.”

She smiled at me, an icy, chilled visage on her sharp features that didn’t reach her eyes. She looked like a predator toying with a completely outclassed prey, satisfied with her dominant position and hungry to continue towards her unquestionable victory. I wondered if this was an act or a genuine display of contentment.

She spoke, “It’s good that you can at least repeat my words back to me. I hope you enjoy the remainder of dinner — I must excuse myself to make the arrangements your unexpected arrival requires.”

With that said, Aisling stood and left the room. Sam sighed hard as soon as the door shut behind Aisling, and then she said, “Holy shit. I feel like I can finally breathe again.”

The door opened again, and the young man brought another course of the meal to the table. Sam jumped when the door opened and then laughed at her reaction when she realized who had come in. We spoke more while we ate.

I asked what I thought would be a light-hearted question, “So, why the extra table setting?”

Cynthia answered, “Aisling is the Queen. That is where her husband, the Queen’s Consort, would reside. She hasn’t found him yet but would not dare dishonor him by not preparing his place at his table.”

Sam and I softly chuckled at the absurdity of the answer, but Beth swooned. “Oh, that’s just adorable. Touch crazy, but really romantic in its own way.” The beast in my head told me that romance was far from what was on Aisling’s mind — being tied to a single family’s lineage made Banshees incredibly stiff and perfunctory, in his opinion. Aisling followed a precedent that an ancestor had set ages ago simply because it had been established, not out of reverence to a prospective mate but out of duty.

The man came and retrieved our dishes, and I looked at the paper Aisling had left behind. It had an address and a pair of keys taped to it. Each key had a SIM card attached to them. I turned to Cynthia and said, “What would you say to checking out this place she seems to have loaned me? That’s where she expects me to meet her lawyer tomorrow, I think, so we might as well look at it.”

Cynthia agreed, and as we rose from our seats, the elderly man who had shown us to the room initially retrieved us. We traversed the maze of gratuitously decorated hallways in his wake and were let out in the same place we had entered. Returning outside was a major shock — I was reminded that the everyday world still existed. The sun was setting, and the city was coming alive for the night. Ordinary people having their typical weekend evening passed me by on the sidewalk, none the wiser as to the insanity I had been through in the last twenty-four hours. It was surreal.

We descended the steps from Aisling’s modern urban palatial estate and located Cynthia’s vehicle. As we piled in, Beth refused to go around and use her own door. She clung to my arm and followed me into the back seat, sliding across my lap to sit in the middle. Logically, I was unnerved by this, but the beast in my mind was exceptionally content with how she was acting. He chided my reluctance and suggested that I encourage and reward her rapid affinity. After all, she was our first mate and prime; Why wouldn’t we want her to be affectionate and attached to us?

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Cheerleading practice that day was especially intense, given the importance of that week’s game. But Jackie London found that she didn’t have to do too much; the seniors mostly ran the show, and she could hang back and watch. She got a very warm feeling in her heart seeing what confident, capable young women Kelly, Kat, Olivia, and Ana had become; and a warm feeling in a different part of her body thinking what intimate knowledge she’d had of all of them.

Lexi was in a different category, of course; though nominally a senior, she was pretty new and so couldn’t be expected to take the same kind of leadership role. She still looked kind of lost out there sometimes, and the one time during practice that Jackie really stepped in was to scold a younger girl who gave Lexi a hard time for missing a step.

After practice, Jackie had some paperwork to do, and when she finally left her office everyone was gone except Lexi, who was slouched down near her locker reading a history book with a glum look on her face.

“Hey, Lex,” said the coach. “What are you doing still here?”

“Nothing,” answered the blonde. “My dad’s out of town so I’m in no hurry to get home. It’s kind of lonely in the house.”

“Oh,” said Jackie sympathetically. “That’s too bad. Well… do you want a ride home?”

“Sure!” Lexi responded, perking up a little. She put the book in her backpack and followed Jackie to the parking lot. By the time they got to her house Lexi seemed pretty rize escort well cheered up, but when they pulled up in front she just sat quietly for a minute. “I hate going in by myself,” she finally said. “Would you come in with me?”

“Um, OK,” said Jackie, turning off the ignition. She followed Lexi up the walk, reflexively looking around to see if anyone might be watching; but it was dark and quiet. When they got inside Lexi led Jackie to the kitchen and beckoned her to have a seat.

“How about a cup of tea?” asked Lexi.

“Well…” Jackie answered hesitantly. “OK. But after that I really need to go. I have papers to grade tonight.”

Once the tea was on the table, Lexi said, “Let me make you some pasta. You’re so busy, you need something to eat.”

Jackie assented, and even lingered a little after she finished eating, sensing that Lexi really wanted company. Finally she started making polite noises like it was time to go. Lexi responded by stripping off her shirt and bra and tossing them aside. Walking over next to Jackie, Lexi looked plaintively into the older woman’s eyes and begged, “Please don’t go.”

With Lexi’s firm, lovely young breasts bobbing in her face, it was hard for Jackie to say no. “I shouldn’t,” she protested. “I promised I’d have the papers back tomorrow.”

“Oh, just give everybody a B,” argued Lexi. “Most people will be happy with that, and the brains could stand to be taken down a sakarya escort notch.”

At that moment Jackie was inclined to agree. She leaned forward and took one nipple into her mouth, rolling it around between her teeth and tongue. Then she sucked the other one, and afterward Lexi took her by the hand and guided her upstairs. Once they were in Lexi’s bedroom the teenager pulled off the rest of her clothes. She climbed up onto the bed and got onto her hands and knees with her ass facing Jackie, who had stopped in the doorway. “Would you please give me a spanking, Ms. London?” pleaded Lexi. “I need one really bad.”

Jackie hesitated, glancing behind her. It felt very risky being in Lexi’s house like this. Up to this point, all of her sexual encounters with students had been either at Jessica’s or on her own turf — her house or her office. In these contexts she felt relatively safe, though she was never not aware of the enormous risk she was taking; in fact that was part of the thrill. But now she felt like she might be crossing a line.

Then Jackie turned back to face Lexi, who was looking over her shoulder with a complicated expression that pierced Jackie to her very soul — a strange combination of wide-eyed innocence and raw need. As if reading Jackie’s mind, Lexi told her, “Don’t worry, my dad won’t be back till tomorrow night. I promise.”

That was the end of Jackie’s indecision; she took two long strides samsun escort forward and brought her palm down hard on Lexi’s tender butt cheek. Lexi’s reaction was immediate and galvanic: Her whole body quivered; she lowered her head and let out a guttural, wordless cry. This in turn got Jackie’s adrenalin pumping, and she slapped Lexi’s other cheek even more forcefully, making the cheerleader yell a little louder. “Fuck yes,” barked Lexi. “Give me everything you have.”

The Lexi of two weeks ago would hardly have recognized her as she was now. She had really embraced her new identity as a kinky, promiscuous lesbian.

Jackie took a big windup and put all her strength into the next blow; Lexi took it with a grunt and asked for more. From that point on it was like a duel; each impact of hand on ass was harder than the last, each scream from Lexi increased in volume, driving Jackie to find a power in herself she didn’t know was there. Finally, after one mighty “thwack,” Lexi was silent, her head resting on the bed, her rear end still thrust defiantly in the air. Then, even so slowly, her knees buckled and she lay flat and still, her barely discernible breathing the only sign that she was still alive.

Shaking the sting out of her hand, Jackie stood looking down at the motionless form beneath her. She felt 10 feet tall. This feeling of power was intoxicating. With no particular sense of urgency Jackie removed each item of her clothing, folded it carefully, and stacked it on Lexi’s desk. When at last she was naked she rolled the helpless blonde over; Lexi opened her eyes and looked up with a crooked, debauched grin. Jackie climbed on top of her and felt completely deserving, completely justified, when she covered Lexi’s face with her pussy.

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