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As summer approached both Lisa and I would be graduating from high school. I would truly love to fuck her but her fear of her parents finding her on birth control and my fear of a broken condom prevent us from going that far.

One weekend we were scheduled for a date so I went to her house to pick her up. Her parents lived in a bi-level house where when you walked in the front door you had to either go up steps or down. As I approached the door it swung open but there was no person. Entering onto the small landing the door swung closed and there was Lisa bare ass naked from head to toe. I asked her, “What would have happened if someone was with me?”

Lisa replied, “I guess they would have gotten a real good show.”

We start to kiss and embrace and she pushes me backwards to where I have to sit down on the steps leading upstairs. Once I sit down she straddles me and sits on my lap with her pussy spread. I continue to kiss her but one hand found its way to one of her tits and the other to her pussy. She must have been plying with herself before hand because her pussy was totally soaked.

I broke of a kiss and asked, “What about your parents?”

Lisa smiled and replied, “They went away for the weekend with my little sister. We have the whole house to ourselves.”

I said to her, “If that’s the case and we don’t have to post a look out of the upstairs bay window how about we gone downstairs to the family room?”

“That’s fine with me,” she said and down stairs we went.

A lot of the downstairs was below grade so there were no windows. There was however a sliding glass door with a curtain over it. The glass door led out to the back yard. In the backyard there was a swing set and behind that a 6′ tall basket weave fence. On the other side of the fence was a neighbor whose house faced Lisa’s.

She insisted that I go into the downstairs powder room to get undressed while she took up a seat on the couch. I went to close the door to the powder room and she yelled out, “Hey! I want to watch.”

“If that is the case then you had better give me a sexier view than what I can see,” I replied.

With that I left the door open while she drew her feet back toward her body and spread her knees as far apart as she could. Her pussy hair was wet and parted to either side of her slit. Her pussy lips were pink and swollen and her clit more erect than I had ever seen it. Since we had already played around on the steps I was pretty hard but as I removed the last of my clothing I went rock hard.

I emerged from the powder room with my cock swinging back and forth. Lisa dropped her legs down and laid flat on her back the length of the couch.

Climbing on top of her I made sure my cock was in direct contact with her pussy but not in her pussy. As we laid there kissing and groping each others bodies I asked Lisa if we could drag this out all day? She said that there was no reason not to.

I suggested that if either one of us felt close to an orgasm, we take a break for maybe 15 or 20 minutes and then start up again knowing that eventually one of us would explode. Lisa agreed knowing her parents were far away and we had all day to experience the pleasure.

We lasted for about 20 minutes and I started to feel like I was getting close to an orgasm. Before we took our break I asked Lisa to rub the head of my cock back and forth over her clit. She did this for a couple of minutes then declared, “Break time!!” I guess we were both overheating.

Lisa went upstairs and got us a couple of sodas. I turned on the television and when she returned we both sat there naked watching television.

When things had cooled down I suggested that we open the drape to the sliding glass door. Suggesting that we could both go outside completely naked and fondle each other, I was hoping Lisa had reached that “I don’t care who sees me” point of arousal. Unfortunately she had not and it took some convincing to get her to allow me to open the drape half way and she was emphatic that neither one of us go outside.

As I walked to the glass door she yelled, “I said no!” Stopping right in front of the door I turned sideways so she could see the profile of my body. I then proceeded to jerk off. Lisa almost immediately started to play with her tits and fondle her pussy. Her public hair was pushed to either side of her pussy lips and even from across the room I could see all of vaginal parts. I jerked off until I knew I had to stop and returned to the couch.

I asked Lisa if she would be willing to get down on the floor on all fours. With out porno izle asking why she quickly moved into position. Getting down on the floor with her, I sat up while sliding my legs between her hands and legs. This gave me access to her dangling tits and pussy by reaching over her beautiful ass. My left hand grabbed and played with her tits but my right hand couldn’t find the mark. I asked her to spread her knees some more and she complied. I found her love tunnel with my fingers and proceeded to push 3 fingers into her cunt. Her first reaction was to pull away from my fingers but then started to push back at them. At the same time I could feel my cock was able to come in contact with her tits. She reached under her chest with one hand while the other supported her weight. Grabbing my cock she continued rubbing her tits across the head of my dick while rocking back and forth on my fingers that were shoved up her cunt. After a few minutes Lisa said that she needed a break as I could tell the sexual tension was building in her body.

As I pulled my legs out from under her I assumed the doggy position. My cock was pointing almost straight down and I asked her to milk my cock like she was milking a cow. She straightened my cock so it was perpendicular to the floor and started to pull. Her movements changed from an up and down to a twisting motion on the head of my cock. The sensation was phenomenal. This lasted for a bit and then she moved directly behind me and pulled my cock backwards through my legs as far as it would go. Alternating between a jerking motion and twisting and sometimes in combination I almost hit the point of no return and I told her she had to stop.

She laughed and said, “That’s good because I have to pee and I could use something to drink.” She stood up and walked to the powder room and I watched her ass checks jiggle until she reached for the door in order to close it. When she started to close the door I yelled, “Hey! I want to watch.”

Lisa turned and said, “You don’t want to watch me pee.”

I said, “If you remember I already watched you pee that day in the woods.”

“I guess your right” she replied as she left the door alone and began to squat on the toilet.

“I have an idea Lisa. How about if I pee between your legs while you are peeing? Maybe that way it will be less embarrassing although after today I don’t know how you or I could be embarrassed much by each other.”

Lisa thought for a second and said, “Let’s give it a try.”

She spread her legs as far as she could while sitting on the seat. Because my cock was just starting to soften but had not gone flaccid yet, I had to lean across her body using the vanity to prop myself up on an angle that allowed my pee to flow and my dick to come close to her pussy. It became obvious that if this was going to happen Lisa had to be the one to aim my cock which didn’t help me soften. “Once you start then I will start” she said. Par for the course, the first stream started and hit her on the inside of her thigh and I shut it down as quickly as possible. Lisa exclaimed, “Aiming this thing is not as easy as it looks.” I replied, “Tell me about it. Let me know when you are ready”

She repositioned my cock and told me to start. I looked between my arms to see where I was shooting. This time her aim was right on and my stream was going right between her legs and into the toilet water. She adjusted my pee stream to hit her right in her vagina. I had finished but continued to hear her pee into the bowl. Once she stopped, Lisa grabbed a wash cloth and proceeded to wash up between her legs and also my dick. Having full run of the house we both went upstairs to get the drinks and a snack and then returned to the basement to watch more TV and cool off.

Once we were ready to start again I asked her if we could do a 69 position. She agreed and I laid flat on my back the full length of the couch. With one foot on the floor Lisa proceeded to straddle my head. The sight and fragrance of her open pussy as it hovered over my face brought me to an immediate erection. She started to bring her second leg up onto the couch and I maneuvered her hips so I would be able to run my tongue from her clit to her hole without either on of us having to change position. Lisa lowered her pussy onto my face and I could feel her tits against my stomach, she laid her head on my upper thigh close to my cock. I ran my tongue from her clit to her hole and she moaned with pleasure. I could feel my cock being gobbled up with her mouth followed by some up and down motion.

Having porno türk spent the whole afternoon playing, enjoying, exploring, exciting and stimulating each other we both knew it would not be long before someone erupted like a volcano. With that in mind I asked her to sit up for just a second. I wriggled out from between her legs, stood up and walked to the sliding glass door. I opened the drape completely so that if anyone walked through the back yard or looked through the fence they were going to get a great show. Lisa did not say a word as I walked back to the couch and scooted back between her legs. She lay back on top of me and we picked up where we had left off but now in full view of anyone that wanted to watch. Lisa’s “I don’t care who watches” switch was now turned fully own.

We tried to extend our sex time but the breaks got longer and our oral contact with each others genitals got shorter. Lisa would ask me to stop and I would put my tongue away and just gaze at the awesome view I had of her sex while savoring her juices and taking in the aroma of her pussy. If I asked for a break, she would remove my cock from her mouth and just caress my swollen balls until I told her it was okay to start again. Suddenly, while we were both fully engaged orally, Lisa yells, “Don’t stop!” I increased the speed of my tongue movements over every part of her vagina and up into her hole. My cock was out of her mouth as her body tensed and she exclaimed, “Oh my god!” Her body shuddered and released a small amount of pussy juice into my mouth. As she started to recover from her orgasm she quickly grabbed my cock and returned it to her mouth. I told her to take it out and just lay there and rest. I wanted her to enjoy the after glow of her orgasm.

A few minutes later she started to move. Telling me how great her orgasm was she asked what she could do for me. I told her that what I wanted was for her to rub the head of my cock through the folds of her vagina and back and forth across her clit. I explained that I was very close to an orgasm but I would give her enough warning to move my cock away from her hole but that I wanted to dump my load on her pubic hair.

With that we both got up so she could lie on her back on the couch. I crawled between her legs as I looked at her beautiful pussy. Propping myself up on my arms she took hold of my cock and started rubbing the head of my dick through the folds of her vagina. Watching the head disappear and then reappear in her lips and then passing back and for over her clit was almost more than I could stand but at the same time I didn’t want this to end. Finally as she was rubbing me close to her hole I told her it was time. She started moving my cock up her slit but as it was passing her clit my first stream of sperm left my body. As soon as she felt that warm wetness on her clit she immediately started to jerk me off onto her public hair. The pent up sex of the whole day was now spewing all over her hairy mound. As I finished cumming I looked at her pussy and there was hardly a pussy hair area not covered with my sperm. Both of us now being fully satisfied, we started to get up.

Lisa stood up and gravity started to take over and my cum started to run back towards her clit. She hurried to the powder room to retrieve the wash cloth and proceeded to “mop up.” Lisa then said, “I’m hungry. Going upstairs to get dressed.” I made my way to the powder room where I cleaned up my cock with the wash rag and put my clothes back on. Once we were both dressed we decided to go to a local diner to get some dinner. After over four hours of sexual it play it left us both very hungry but it also left me with a hunger to put my cock in her pussy.

Over the next few months our sex was confined to very limited opportunities. We either had to take turns or only get partially naked. It was still great sex but not as good as our marathon had been. Needless to say over the next few months I mentioned to Lisa, on more than one occasion, about trying full intercourse. Her response was always the same, NO! I finally wore her down one night and she said, “OK we will do it but I have some rules. First, you have to wear a condom. Next only the head of your dick goes into my pussy and not the whole thing. You have to pull out if you feel like you are going to cum. Last, if you do cum with your dick in me, even though you are in a condom you have to pull out right away. Understood?”

For the chance to even sink only part of my dick into her beautiful pussy I would agree to anything and said “Yes”. The next Türkçe altyazılı porno questions were where and when? She conceded that the best place would be at her house while her parents took a day trip. Unfortunately nothing was planned so we waited.

One Wednesday evening I got a call from Lisa. She said, “This Saturday at my house by 12 noon and bring a condom.” I was going to get my wish. The time just dragged on until Saturday finally arrived. I showered, shaved and drove to her house. Once again as I approached the front door it opened. As I entered and the door closed Lisa stood there in all her naked glory. She looked nervous. Her nipples were erect and her clit had found its way past her pussy lips and public hair and gave away that she was also excited. I moved her back to the stairs and had her lay down. We embraced and kissed as I reached to fondle the erect nipples on her tits.

Lisa broke off the embrace and started to stand up. She turned around and started up the stairs while I grabbed at her ass as it jiggled while she walked. When we reached the top of the stairs she turned right and down the hallway to her bedroom. I sat on the bed in order to get undressed and sternly she said, “Not on the bed.” Lisa went to the closet and pulled out a blanket and spread it out on the floor next to her bed. Getting down on the blanket she laid on her back, pulling her knees up and putting all her goodies on display. Standing there I started to take off my clothes as she laid there and took pleasure in watching me undress. Once naked I got down on the blanket, laid on my left side facing her. Lisa dropped her knees and turned toward me so we were face to face. I made sure that my now firm cock got placed in the nest of her pubic hairs and I slipped my left arm under her body. This allowed me to use each hand to massage the globes of her ass. Occasionally I would run one of my fingers down the crack of her ass so it could find its way into her vagina.

I asked Lisa if she would just sit on my face and allow me to eat her pussy for a while. Without saying a word she got to her knees and straddled one leg over my head as she faced my feet. The view was incredible as she lowered her groin onto my face. Pubic hair, ass hole, clitoris and vaginal lips were all headed in the direction of my mouth. The aroma of her cunt added to the hardness of my cock. I reached up a played with her tits as I sucked her clit into my mouth. It did not take long for her pussy juices to leak all over my face and into my mouth. She became more and more excited but I did not want her to orgasm. When I felt she was at the very edged I asked her if she was ready for my cock.

I didn’t have to ask twice. She dismounted me and went flat on her back. Since I was limited to just the head of my dick in her pussy there was no reason to get creative in positions. She spread her legs and admonished, “Remember, just the head.” I tore open the wrapper and put the condom on my cock. My penis was in her slit as I moved it around to find her hole. When I found my target I started to press inward when she stopped me and said, “That is far enough.” It felt like every nerve in my body was now in the tip of my cock and I could not tell how far in I was. I looked down to find that the head was only buried in the folds of her lips but still on the outside of her tunnel. I replied, “I’m not even in yet.”

Lisa said, “OK then a little farther.”

I pushed again and saw the head of my cock disappear into her cunt completely and she moaned.

“That is far enough,” she said.

I responded, “Just a little more so I can move in an out without falling out of your pussy.”

When I received no response I pushed in just a little more and stopped. It felt so good!!

I laid there with my dick in her cunt for several minutes just enjoying this new sensation. I asked her how it felt and she said it was wonderful. Once I adjusted to the feeling I started to move in an out of her tunnel and that provided more new sensations. My senses were in overdrive with touch, sight, smell and even sound. I could hear the slurping of pussy juice coming from her cunt as I moved in an out. Then without any warning, sperm started flowing out the end of my cock and into the condom. It did not come in the typical spurts but a flow like someone turned a faucet on inside my cock. The flood of sperm filled the condom so quickly and completely, when I pulled out it felt like someone tied a water balloon to the end of my dick.

Although I kept my promise of pulling out immediately Lisa was concerned why I gave no warning. When she saw the amount of white seed in the condom she became concerned it had broken but that was not the case. I knew that was going to be the only time we would fuck…for now.

I asked her to climb back on my face so I could once again give her oral sex and help her to the climax she deserved.

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Episode 3: Oh Wendy!

Once J was awake, he showered, ate breakfast and headed out the door to grab a cup of cappuccino. He decided to stop at the same coffee shop that he was in just two days prior.

Two days before, J had met a beautiful, older, blond at that same coffee shop. She had approached J and introduced herself as Jane and the two were locked into a small conversation that was quick to grow into a sexually tensed moment where the two decided to go back to J’s penthouse suite where they made love throughout the night. The next morning J awoke alone on the hard floor with a back ache.

The back ache was harsh and so J decided to walk to the doctor’s office, only a few blocks away from his home, where he met a woman by the name of Sandy. She had been temporarily blinded from an accident and had to wear a black blindfold. J, being the kind man he was, offered to take her to his place to take care of her until the next day, when she could take her blindfold off. She accepted and the two made it back to his home, where they eventually were locked into passionate sex.

Now the next morning was upon J and he desired caffeine to aid him for the day ahead. Setting at a table next to the large windows at the front of the store, he sipped away at his large cup of mocha capachino. Without a care in the world, he smiled as his mind raced through the passed two days.

“”I’ve made the right decision in coming here,” he whispered to himself as he glanced out the window and across the street, where a similarly large front window sat and a mystically beautiful woman stood within the building.

With short blond and a stacked, muscular body, the woman seemed as if she could sprout wings and fly through the air as an angel. She was locked into a conversation with another woman. She exploded into laughter that made her look all the more beautiful to J.

“”Sir,” came a call from within the room.

From appearance, the woman across the street was around J’s age.

“”Sire,” came the same voice from within the room.

J turned his head to acknowledge the waitress as she was standing over him seemingly frustrated at him for ignoring her.

“”Yes,” he asked.

“”Is there anything else,” she asked as she laid the check down on the table in front of J.

“”No thank you,” he answered as his stare once again met the figure of the gorgeous woman across the street. Only this time the woman was matching the stare.

A smile came across her face as she noticed J staring back at her.

It seemed like days to J, as they stared into each other’s eyes as though they were having there own telepathic conversation with a street and two large windows separating them.

After a few moments a large truck driving by broke the couple’s stare. When the truck had passed the woman wasn’t there. Shocked by the sudden disappearance, J turned his attention back to his coffee and sipped.

A bell rang out, as someone opened the door to the coffee shop and entered. J didn”t pay any attention.

That was porno until he heard her voice.

“”May I sit down,” came a raspy, but feminine voice from behind him. The woman was wearing a light perfume that smelled of a flowers. Usually J would hate the smell of a perfume, but the way she wore it was making him crazy.

J turned to see the woman from across the street standing directly behind him with a smile. Her short skirt showed her beautiful long legs off perfectly. Then he noticed that he had been so mesmerized by the woman that he had not answered her.

“”Yes,” he stuttered, “I’m sorry, please sit down.””

The woman walked around the small window table and sat down across the table from him.

“”My name is Wendy,” she introduced by extending her hand.

“”I’m J,” he offered as he reached out and shook her hand.

A conversation erupted between the two and J learned many things about the beautiful woman named Wendy. He learned that she had grown up in the city and after she graduated college early she got lucky and was hired at an excellent law firm.

The conversation went on and on and J explained to Wendy that his father was very wealthy and owned an island, where J had grown up on until only a few days before when he decided he would move to the city and meet real people.

Wendy explained that she had recently came out of a bad relationship where the guy she was with would yell at her and make her feel like garbage. She talked about her parents moving to the country, leaving her alone in the city.

The conversation continued until the waitress interrupted them.

“”I’m sorry, but we’re closing,” she said with a very tired voice.

“”Oh,” was the only thing J could think to say. If the waitress hadn”t came to them, then he could’ve stayed there in his seat talking with Wendy forever. But now they had to leave.

“”What now,” Wendy asked before J could say anything.

J didn’t want the night to end, but what could they possibly do? What reason could J have to invite the very sexy Wendy to his penthouse?

“”Well, why don’t you show me that penthouse suite of yours,” Wendy offered as if she were reading J’s mind.

The two exited the doors of the coffee shop and heard the sounds of the locks fastening as they left. The sun was completely gone and the night was upon them.

A bicycler came rushing through, as if from nowhere and J reached out, grabbed Wendy by her hips and pulled her in just in time.

“”Thank you,” Wendy said as she continued walking with her body directly pressed against J’s, with his hand still placed on her hip.

“”I can cook us some dinner,” J offered as they made their way to the front doors of the large building.

“”Why don’t we skip dinner,” Wendy lightly whispered into J”s ear as the door man let them in.

The elevator ride to J’s floor was strangely quiet, contrasting the entire day, which was filled with conversation and laughter. The tension was building. The couple’s hands were building Aile İçi Porno moisture as the two began to sweat harshly. J”s heart felt as if it were going to explode from his chest. He couldn’t stand it anymore.

The light ding of the elevator as the doors open broke the tension slightly and the two stepped off and onto the halls. J unlocked his door, swung it open and the two stepped in.

“”This is my home,” J said as he stopped and allowed Wendy to examine the large living room with a large couch that sat in front of a fireplace.

Wendy didn’t seem interested in the room though, for as soon as the door was closed she had her body pressed tightly against J’s and her lips were pressed hard against his. Moans escaped her mouth as she was lifted up by J”s arms and carried to the couch.

Wendy could feel a large growth coming from the crotch of J’s pants as he sat her down on her feet in front of the couch. She stepped back a bit and pulled her skirt up above her hips to show J that she was wearing no panties and that she was completely shaved.

Placing his hand gently on the side of Wendy’s face, J leaned forward and softly placed his lips to hers. They softly kissed for a moment, but the gentle attitude of there sexual appetite quickly morphed into there faces roughly kissing each other.

J”s hand slid up Wendy’s stomach and grabbed her breast, sending her to arch her back, sticking her breasts out more. He pulled her yellow blouse down on one side until one of her breasts were completely in view. He twirled his fingers around her nipple until it was rock hard and her panting was increasing.

With his free hand, J grabbed Wendy’s tightly muscular ass and squeezed. She leaned her head forward hard and bit J’s lip as he lifted her up once more and carried her over to the wall, beside the fireplace which was roaring, since J pushed the button to cause the flames to erupt. The heat of the fire was causing their bodies to be soaked with sweat as J pushed his groin roughly against Wendy, pushing her ass against the wall.

Wendy slid her tongue into J’s mouth causing him to push his into hers as she reached her hand down and unbuttoned his pants. With one of her hands she wrapped her nimble fingers around his throbbing semi hard dick and began massaging it.

J”s pants fell down to the floor, where he then kicked them out of the way. Wendy slid down the wall until her face was aimed with his, now rock hard meat. She wrapped her lips around the head and tasted a drop of the pre-cum.

Wendy grabbed J’s hips and pulled them forward as she slid her head back against the wall. She then began pulling his hips forward until most of his shaft was in her mouth, in which she pushed his hips back until her lips were only wrapped around the head again. She continued this motion until J took over and began to fuck her face.

Moans soared out of Wendy’s filled mouth as she fingered herself as she felt the power of J’s thrusts inter her mouth and then exit.

After amatör sikiş a few moments, Wendy waited until J’s shaft entered her mouth again and this time she grabbed his hips, pushed her head forward and swallowed his entire dick.

J threw his head back and screamed out in ecstasy.

Wendy then pulled her head back, with J’s dick completely out of her mouth and hanging in the air again. She leaned back against the corner of the wall and the side of the fireplace and stood on her feet with her knees bent so that she looked as if she were sitting in an invisible chair.

“”Now you do me,” she pleaded with her raspy voice.

Getting on his knees, J pressed his head forward and began tasting Wendy’s cunt with his tongue. He teased her clit with his tongue and penetrated her with his fingers, bringing long, loud moans from her lungs and out her mouth. She then grabbed his head and pulled it away.

“”I don’t want to cum yet,” she explained.

Wendy pushed J down onto his back and climbed over top of him. He thought she was going to place him inside of her, but he was wrong. With a mischievous smile, she hovered her hot slit over his throbbing shaft. She let the tip of his dick touch her wetness slightly, but she then rose her hips back up.

Wendy couldn’t stand the teasing anymore and she got off of J, lied straight on her back, stuck her legs out straight and pulled her blouse down around her hips to show her perky breasts.

J got onto all fours and began kissing her nipples, causing them to stand erect. Wendy’s moans climbed higher, as she pulled her skirt completely off and threw it out of the way.

J slid his hand down Wendy’s stomach and tried to slide his fingers into Wendy again, but her legs were too tightly together. She finally gave up the resistance and spread her legs wide, allowing J’s hand to find her wetness once again with his fingers.

“”Put it in me,” Wendy begged with a whispering voice.

J wasted no time.

Pushing his shaft into Wendy’s tight, wet warmth, J moaned out from the pleasure. Slowly he slid his dick into her as her cunt slowly accepted his girth. Once J was all the in her he pulled back and began pounding her with his dick. Their moans quickly erupted into loud screams as J slammed his dick into Wendy over and over again.

Blood ran from J’s back and it wasn’t until he felt the warmth running down his sides that he noticed Wendy’s nails dug fairly deep in his back as her body exploded into a series of jerks and spasms.

“”I’m cumming,” she screamed out as loud as she could, causing her voice to break at the peak of her scream, turning it to more of a squeal. J couldn’t stand it anymore and shot his streams of hot semen into her vibrating cunt.

Afterward they lied beside the fireplace with J’s meat still inside of her, feeling their hearts pounding from their chests.

Once J was finally able to move he fixed dinner for the both of them and watched a movie while under covers on the couch, where they both slowly slipped to the unconscious state of sleep.

Had he met somebody that he could stay with and be happy? Had he found a person that he might even be able to call a “girlfriend”. Could she even be his potential wife? Many questions ran through J’s mind before he fell fast asleep.

Next episode: Making a deposit.

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Chapter Six: Humanity

I’m alive! You wouldn’t think it, given how long it’s been. Life has been very… life… this 2021, and I really wanted to give this part of the story time. For all of you still here, my undying appreciation, it honestly means so much! A belated special thank you to Victor, who so kindly put together a wonderful wealth of information for me on Romanian culture and history to inform this work. It is still underused in the current posts, (and I’m sure I’m making some mistakes!), but as I develop and expand this world, his help was invaluable. I wish you all Yuletide blessings and hope this double update does something to help you enjoy the darkness. See you in the new year!

For my cub.

Full work summary: Cast out of his village and freezing to death in the snow, Sparrow finds himself rescued by a mysterious and beautiful woman, living in a grand house in the mountains. As he falls under the spell of his strange host, he finds himself brought into a dark world that presents a destiny he never could have imagined. Submission to a vampire is only the beginning.

Previously: Sparrow stumbled across Vestalia, his rescuer and lover, in bed with two chained prisoners, one of whom she then drained of blood and left dead on the floor. Terrified, he fled her manor. But Vestalia pursued him on wings, flew him to the rooftop, and reclaimed his body, drinking from his throat.

Chapter summary: Sparrow contemplates what has happened, under the care of Cyrus, Vestalia’s groundskeeper. He visits the surviving prisoner and finds himself strangely drawn. Vestalia and Cyrus undergo an old practice and we learn more of their dynamic.

The quotations from Japanese poetry at the end are from One Hundred poets, One Poem Each, (Penguin Classics, 2018, tr. Peter MacMillan), no. 25 Fujiwara no Sadakata, no. 44 Fujiwara no Asatada, no. 50 Fujiwara no Yoshitaka. N.B. for art reasons, this story refers to flame lilies as being safe to touch, but they can cause skin irritation, so if you come across them, use gloves!

“Ah, at last, there you are, Little Bird.”

“No, go away.”

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere, we must go to the church.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Why not?”

“Because if I go, then…”

“Ah, then you will have to accept that Marius is dead. You will have to say goodbye.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I know, Little Bird, none of us do. But Marius has left us, the mountain has taken him. We cannot have him back, so we must say goodbye.”

“I don’t want to say goodbye. It feels so heartless. He didn’t want to die, so it feels heartless to say goodbye as if he was a leaving guest.”

“Perhaps. But funerals are not for the dead, you know.”

“Then who are they for?”

“For us. If we don’t bid Marius farewell, then he will not rest and the mountain will be haunted for us. We will lose our home to ghosts and we will never smile again. But if we take the time with him to say goodbye, if we part well, he will be able to leave us for his new existence and the mountain will be for the living once more. All our lives we will feel loss – loss of people, loss of hope, loss of strength, loss of faith. We need our mourning rites, they clean our souls out, let us face a new day. Without rites, we’d be trapped in purgatory even before our own deaths. We’d become ghosts, barely even human anymore, adrift in the spaces between lives.”

“But if we make ourselves feel better, isn’t that like saying he wasn’t important?”

“Oh, Little Bird, not at all, not at all. Mourning rites are how we show how important we are to each other. Humans mourn because we love. We can’t help but love each other. And you are very good at love.”

“I am?”

“You are. Now, come perform the rites and stay human with the rest of us.”

*

Rain drummed idle fingers on the towering window, silver and shadow braiding on the glass and wandering slowly down the pane, drooping and drifting like willow branches. The sound of thudding water rumbled in the dense, stone walls and the deep earth below. It played the gutters like a glockenspiel. It tapped on the teeth of gargoyles and pattered on the broad leaves of ivy clinging to the mortar. Mist veiled the drop down the mountain and caught like cobwebs on the knotwork hedges. The grass flushed emerald. Everything else fell into muted grey.

Sparrow curled in the window seat of his bedroom, hugging his knees, his head rested lightly on the cool glass. He gazed unseeing out into the landscape. It all seemed so small. The stewing, drab cloud obscured the soaring vastness of the sky and hazed the foaming mountain tops. The world was fading from him.

He wrapped the fine blanket closer about him, the slippery softness draping over his arms and legs and hanging loose over his narrow torso. He’d woken past noon to find a new set of neatly folded garments and a locked door. He’d eyed both with an uncomfortable surge of resentment, wrapped his sore, naked body in the blanket and nestled as close to a way batman escort out as he could get. But there was no real way out. He knew it in what was left of his blood. He could go and it wouldn’t be over. He would always be here inside himself. He’d come alive here.

He’d died here.

Died so beautifully.

Death wasn’t supposed to be beautiful.

He combed his fingers into his tangled hair and massaged his scalp. His brain felt like a lump of wet moss. He dropped his head forward and his neck smarted. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to look in the mirror, but he could feel the wound she’d left on his throat like two pins were holding his tendons together. It ached to his spine. The ache was sweet. He hated that it was sweet. His whole body was tender, muscles strained from that nightmarish hurtle through the night, bruises on his back from the hard, slate tiles of the roof. His chest kept squeezing and his eyes were hot underneath. He felt skinned, even the lap of the blanket like a cat’s tongue. He took a deep, slow breath. He filled with the smell of wood smoke and the herbal tea left with his clothes.

He closed his eyes and listened to the rain. It deadened his thoughts.

Drum. Drum. Drum.

Then another drum, out of time.

The door.

Sparrow’s heart pounded, the apathy shooting from him in a spike of panic. He sat up straight, fists clutching the blanket, and stared like a rabbit across the room.

The knock came again. His pulse tripped over it.

A gruff voice came muffled through the oak. “Sparrow? It’s Cyrus.”

Sparrow’s throat closed, his wound twinging. The memory of the burly man hauling bloody bodies washed his vision.

Cyrus murmured dully through the door. “I’m here to tend your wound, may I come in?”

Sparrow couldn’t speak. He glanced about for a hiding spot, but everywhere just put his back against a different wall. He grit his teeth and curled his toes to spring.

The scraping of a key. A harsh click. A whisper of wood. The creak of a heavy boot. Cyrus stepped weightily into the room, carrying a wooden box and a bland, unreadable expression. He closed and relocked the door behind him. Sparrow watched the little, silver key vanish into the cavernous pocket of his coat. Cyrus turned to face him, staying at the opposite side of the room, a bear crossing the path of a fox. His thick eyebrows lowered a fraction. “You’re not dressed, are you sick?”

Sparrow’s pulse thumped weakly in his veins. The feel of his blood moving spiralled last night’s events through his mind and made his stomach lurch, then flutter in excitement. He swallowed the unpleasantly pleasing sensation down and kept his gaze warily on Cyrus, the fox watching the bear for danger.

Cyrus didn’t move. His stance was easy, his broad shoulders low.

Sparrow rolled his jaw and spoke hoarsely through his tender throat. “You said the clothes she gave me were from visitors.”

Cyrus nodded.

“Visitors or victims?”

Cyrus’ face tightened infinitesimally.

Sparrow jerked his head at the folded pile of clothes on the bed. “Whose shirt was that?”

Cyrus’ peat eyes darkened another shade. “I don’t remember.”

“Is he dead?”

Cyrus’ chest rose and fell in the odd mimicry of taking a breath that did nothing to enliven his eyes or speech. “He died happy.”

Sparrow looked sullen back to the rain. “That’s worse.”

Cyrus said nothing. The clouds loomed low and more mercury shadows streaked down the glass and painted Sparrow’s bare, warm-toned skin in the colours of grim winter. He regarded the boy calmly, cataloguing the creases in his brow and at the corners of his mouth, the new well-depth to his brown eyes, the pink smudging over his fine neck. He let out something like a sigh. He walked softly to the window seat, picking up a chair on route. He dropped the chair beside Sparrow and lowered himself into it. He shrugged off his coat and let it fall with a thud to the floor out of Sparrow’s reach, so he couldn’t pickpocket the key. But the idea didn’t seem to have occurred to the lad. He kept gazing dimly out of the window, his body folding tighter and crumpling away from Cyrus. Cyrus rolled up his grey sleeves and unlatched the box. “Show me your neck.”

Sparrow could smell turned, musty earth and something sticky under it, like rotting vegetables. His pulse had slowed again, but he could still feel it too harshly under his skin. He thought vaguely about being afraid of what was in the box and what Cyrus would do to him and how he might escape. He listlessly drew his hair over his shoulder and exposed his wound, letting the blanket wilt down his upper arm. He blurred his eyes in the interlace of raindrops. He felt Cyrus lean closer; no breath fell on him, but the scent darkened.

“Good, almost gone.”

A flicker of surprise pulled Sparrow back to a measure of clarity. He turned to Cyrus with a frown. “But it felt so deep.”

Cyrus’ empty eyes roved scientifically around yalova escort the edges of the twin punctures, now two round, rhodonite marks set into a marzipan flush and a smear of plum bruising. “The bite ends with the release of a coagulant,” he said flatly.

Sparrow blinked at him.

“Something to clot the blood,” he explained. “And it aids with healing and against infection.”

Sparrow moved his shoulders subtly, testing the soreness in his neck. The ache was like the burn of labour, it wasn’t sharp, it didn’t tear like he felt it should. He frowned in further surprise. “Why?”

“Can you imagine how it would be for you if your goats died from a single milking?”

Itchy heat shot up Sparrow’s back. “I am not a goat.”

Cyrus looked unmoved. “You’re more like a goat than you are anyone in this house.”

Sparrow’s lips pursed around grinding teeth. “Because I’m kept and fed on?”

“Because you’re alive.”

Sparrow pressed his lips together. He stared at the great, grey man, at the sallowness of his skin, the dry dullness of his thicket of curls, the stone stillness of him, the graveness. He looked sharply away.

“May I touch your neck, to apply some salve?” Cyrus asked gently.

Sparrow hesitated, glancing at the limestone chips of Cyrus’ fingernails. He nodded. Cyrus pulled a pot out of the wooden box and opened it with a quiet pop. The scent of rich beeswax and tangy marigold and prickling lavender bloomed into the stale air. Sparrow kept his eyes down on the soaking wildflower beds far below and tensed at the first touch of rough fingers, his body flitting into high alert with a flare of pain in his wound. He sucked the tingling, floral scent of the balm and forced himself to relax his muscles, the pain dwindling. Cyrus’ touch was firm, grounding, the pressure sinking through Sparrow’s flesh and wrapping his soreness in soft fleece. The salve made his rough fingers silken, the waxy substance layering a protective coat onto the wound. The bite.

The bite.

Every press on it sent a small shimmer through Sparrow, half pain, half… something else. His mind fogged with the heat of her body, the blaze of fire in her hair, in her brilliant eyes, the crush of flesh, the beating of wings, the rush of a howling gale, the piercing ecstasy of her teeth breaking his skin and her lips and tongue sweeping flame over his nerves. A thought wormed its way through the fray of images. His gaze stole back to Cyrus. “I don’t think I ever told you I was a goatherd.”

“No.”

“So…” His stomach fluttered with a hope that made him feel foolish. “So she’s talked about me?”

Cyrus’ fingers paused, then began to circle again. “Yes.”

“What does she say?”

The thick fingers curled away, leaving his throat soothed and supple and shining. “That isn’t my right to repeat.”

Sparrow’s voice dropped to the volume of a mouse’s footsteps. “Does she laugh at me?”

Cyrus raised his eyes from where he was busying himself with the box. “Why would you ask that?”

A crackling bitterness rose in his muted voice. “The stupid peasant boy who thought he was her lover and that everything was so easy and wonderful and never even realised, even with all the obvious…” His throat corked. He glared at his knees. His eyes swam scalding. He blinked urgently.

Even with the dullness of Cyrus’ eyes, he could feel his gaze on him, unsettlingly soft, almost sympathetic. “She doesn’t laugh at you.” He spoke like velvet and sandpaper rubbing together. “She refers to you as her Little Adonis.”

“What’s that?”

“Adonis was a young man who was so beautiful and sweet that the goddess of love herself fell for him. Deeply. She raised him. She protected him fiercely. She had all the world sing his worthiness. He was her favourite.”

The words fell like blossom over Sparrow’s fragile heart. The pricking in his eyes intensified, became unbearable. His chest swelled with water. He blinked again and the room misted into a wash of blue. The tears that had swilled silently in the depths of his body for hours suddenly fountained to the surface. He let out a feeble, choking noise and hastily buried his face in his forearms as the first seismic shudders hit him. And hit him again. Harder. His body rocked with tears. He felt them brewing in his gut and shoving past his organs to flow searing from his eyes. The blanket drenched against his face, the fibres gumming to his cheeks. Convulsions went through his throat and under his wound. He sobbed and shook, his gulps and gasps buffeting the rumble of rain. The fear and shame and grief poured out of him and drowned him in a whirlpool, spiralling down, down, down.

Cyrus tutted as if at a fussing pony. He planted his huge paw between Sparrow’s trembling shoulder blades and rubbed in rhythmic circles. The blanket slipped and let him touch the warm, bare skin. Sparrow felt the heavy touch absorb the waves pulsing up his body, a magnet pulling the scratching iron filings out of his system and leaving him raw, but balmed. ordu escort Cyrus had no heat, no force, no sudden moves. It was like leaning against an ancient oak. Raining onto an ancient oak. Sparrow felt like rain, a cloud ripping open and gushing into soft, sodden earth. He lost definition between himself and the deluge outside. He tumbled into it, let it break him apart and bury him in the ground. She was so wonderful, she was so good, he was so lost and she had found him, and now…

And now…

What now?

His mouth went dry as he hauled a breath in through the fine wool. He focused on the millstone kneading of Cyrus’ hand and gradually felt himself reform around the spreading pressure. Almost reform; he wasn’t exactly solid, but he had some shape again. The tears heaved out of him until he was ragged and void. The drumming rain echoed in his ears.

Drum. Drum. Drum.

“Get dressed.”

Cyrus’ hand moved away and the sound of the medical box clacking shut woke Sparrow back to the room. He slowly raised his head, eyes stinging in the low light of the hearth. He glowered at Cyrus’ mop of curls. “I won’t wear those clothes.”

“You need to get out of this room,” Cyrus said pragmatically, standing and shaking out his coat from its heap on the floor. “I’m going to take you to the hothouses. But our mistress will be very angry if I let you walk naked in the rain and make you ill.”

Mistress. Her voice whispered it under his skin. Venom. He drew his shoulders up defensively. “I won’t wear them.”

“Do you want to go the hothouses?” There was a note of irritation, the kind used with difficult children.

Sparrow coloured and nodded. “But I won’t wear them.”

Cyrus huffed, encasing himself in his dusty, leather coat. “Fine. I’ll bring you something of mine.”

“Thank you.”

He nodded. His glance caught on Sparrow, like cotton on thorns. He regarded him another moment. Sparrow met his lightless gaze levelly. He nodded again, picked up the medicine box, and strode from the room.

*

The echo of tears left Sparrow uncannily calm, hollowed out and filled with the cool, spring rain. It tap-danced on the hothouse deafeningly, shielding him with rhythmic sound, drowning out the world. Water streamed over the glass, domed roof, veiling the grey sky, enclosing Sparrow in a delicate chrysalis. Its lacework of shadows was lost in the dense cauldron of leaves. Sparrow could have been deep in a far off jungle, somewhere where none of this even existed.

He knelt in one of the lush beds, his small body draped in one of Cyrus’ immense, dark grey shirts. The britches, into which a good three Sparrows could have fit, were tied at his waist with a length of garden twine, all of Cyrus’ belts similarly too big. The clothes were a little shabby, but they smelled clean, the earthy sort of clean that reminded Sparrow of the scent of laundry beaten against river rocks. He was barefoot, Cyrus having carried him across the garden when he had refused to wear even the boots. He leaned forward into the spray of vibrant, rich, purple flowers around him and took a long draught of their fresh, candied scent, covering the lingering scent of the healing balm on his throat and the taste of charred petals that pressed his tongue every time he thought of her.

“My name is Vestalia.”

“I’ve never heard that name before.”

Last night kept trying to haunt him, but every time it did, another memory intervened. He thought of their meeting, of how she’d melted into the firelight and it had caressed her eerie paleness, licking the cut of her jaw, playing on her fingertips, kissing the end of her proud nose. He crawled deeper into the flower bed, soil sinking under his hands and knees. Squat blooms gathered around his fingers, the colour of raw meat. He remembered her red tongue enveloping slices of beef, the way her opulent mouth moved luxuriously around the bite, the points of her teeth gleaming in the candlelight.

“Do you ever feel longing, Sparrow?”

He breathed deep through his mouth, coating his tingling tongue in a layer of exotic juices in the air. And then his tongue was snaking through her flesh, tasting her, starving for her. He was lapping and sucking and swallowing. His throat smarted and he realised his mouth was moving in the present. He bit his lip.

“Do you feel warmer now?”

He closed his eyes and let the misty air of the hothouse salve his neck and smooth his shoulders. The rain lashed the glass. And he was safe from it. Utterly protected. He was precious. He was cared for and doted on, tutored and treated and teased. There was so much softness here. The softness of the bed, the couches, the cushions, the blanketing warmth of the hearths and the gushing green of the flora and the way she held him and smothered him and giggled prettily in his ear. Nothing here was cold. Nothing here was lonely. Nothing here was tough. Nothing here was angry or brutish or sharp.

Except…

“Are you afraid of me?”

“I don’t know.”

He took a steadying breath and fixed his eyes on a crumb of earth on an emerald leaf and forced himself to recall last night. What he could of it. The crazed howling of the wind, the rending terror and grief. The piercing. The pain. The flying. The flames. The moon and the stars and being covered in heat and scent and dream.

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The social engineers of humanity finally completed their great project in the 22nd century CE, when the trends of history finally culminated to overcome humanity’s wastage of spirit by disease, toil, and futile enmities and divisions. A process which began with the founding of the UN proceeded, with some reverses, to unify the various governments of the world into a single state. Humanity, which had stabilized at 10 billion, ceased its horizontal spread over the earth and relocated to giant skyscraper-cities, converting all arable land into farmland. Social and genetic engineering finally bred into existence the New Man, a gregarious individual with high extroversion and low neuroticism who did not suffer from the need to have private ownership of objects or people. It is with such men that the great skyscrapers could house almost a million people each without conflict or descending into the Behavioral Sink.

In these buildings there was such sexual license as to make the Free Love movement blush. Modesty meant nothing when clothes were obsolete, and privacy was next to impossible in such crowded conditions. Sex was given freely to everyone, and monogamy was a dirty word. Once a woman gave birth, the infant was given over to the Crèche to be raised until puberty, when the young adult entered training for what few jobs were needed to maintain the building. The vast majority of people received only enough education to be functionally literate, as the most important skills were social.

Some occupations were challenging and rigorous enough that exceptions had to be made from the nearly classless and egalitarian state of society. Adepts, or Kappas, who became politicians, policemen, or engineers, were selectively bred for various traits in the hatcheries to meet the Colony’s needs. Those Kappas whose line of work required a degree of removal from ordinary society were even granted a measure of privacy and the right to marry another Kappa for the purposes of raising children.

Kappas had a living space about the size of a studio apartment to share with their spouse and however many children (the number of offspring allotted to them determined by Colony need). Everyone else lived alone in a room about 10 square meters, containing their bed, a retractable sink/toilet, and a tele-screen which also functioned as a computer. All dining was done in cafeterias. In fact, most activity took place outside the ‘home’, which a person only occupied half his nights. This will be explained later.

The standard greeting between members of the opposite sex was a kiss, and between same sex individuals, an embrace. Heterosexuality was prevalent and acceptable enough that a man could refuse intimate contact from another man and not violate norms, but refusing an offer of sex from a woman was a serious crime which could land a man in re-education.

Of course, since not everyone was equally blessed with looks or grace, it is inevitable that some people become more popular than others. A variety of entertainers (Musicians, Artists, Derbyball players) existed in the Colonies, some reaching celebrity status. To ensure some level of equal access of all to all, night visits were done by reservations. If a person desired someone in particular, he could enter her name on the telescreen and book a night with her in advance. He could only do this once a week. All other appointments were random. The females did likewise, choosing one man a week to visit during the night.

Visits were alternated by gender. One night, all the women would stay in their rooms to be visited by men. The next, the women would leave their rooms to visit the men. One was locked out of his/her room half of the time, and could only sleep in other people’s beds. The other half of the time, that person would share his/her bed with a stranger. Every room’s door was only accessible through a fingerprint or retina scan, to limit unwanted visits and intrusions. You could only enter your room (during the day or during the nights you stayed at home) or the room of the person you’re assigned the night with.

The New Man had a much higher libido than today’s schlub, but was correspondingly less fertile. Contraception was prohibited and no one knew their fathers. The Colony’s mega-database kept track of such things and prevented incest. The pregnant and women on their periods were still available for nightwalking, as oral and anal sex were completely normalized. Painkillers and lubricant could be delivered to their rooms with the click of a button.

CHAPTER ONE

–Randis–

Randis XE-606 woke up from his thermobed to the familiar blue and orange of his room’s atmospheric simulator. Around him, the OLED walls swirled with grey clouds and dim lights to mimic the dawn, while his bed underneath vibrated in an unpleasant, but not unbearable, pattern. A feminine yawn arose from his side.

“It’s time to get up already? Oh gosh, I’m still pretty tired,” groaned a voice from underneath a tangled mess fethiye escort of red hair. The two of them didn’t do a lot of sleeping last night.

Randis’ stomach growled. He would have to shower before breakfast to avoid offending anyone with the stench of sex and sweat. No doubt, the redhead was thinking the same thing.

“Honey, you thrust really hard into me last night. My pussy’s all sore today.”

“Just head over to the pharmacy, they’ll fix you up with Douche-balm, uh…”

“Marxa FO-329. It’s okay, I don’t learn guys’ names either. Wanna head over to the showers?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Randis hit the light switch, turning off the fake sky, before the two left the room. After this, Marxa wouldn’t be able to enter his room again without him.

The two held hands as they entered the corridor between the domeciles. Hundreds of people were starting to get up and walk to the showers, of all shapes and sizes. It was a vast hodgepodge of skin colors and body types, though none of them would bat an eye.

Randis was a reasonably attractive male within this crowd. He had well-set, masculine features, stood at a taller-than-average 5’8”, and had an attractive amount of chest hair. Women liked a slightly older-looking man, though everyone retained most of their youth thanks to genetic alterations and hormonal therapy. Everyone had working telomerases throughout their lives, so their cells always remained young.

The only signs of age were those that were not linked to bodily deterioration: the growth of body hair, the face’s changes in shape, and some baldness, which was actually seen as contributing positively, some amount of physical variety in men.

Randis himself was thirty-eight, but his muscles, bones and organs were still at their peak. He still had more than half his life to live before his programmed death at 70, and he was enjoying every minute of it. He was about to take a shower with his 18 year old partner from last night, and then it was off to the cafeteria, where he would flirt with some different girls for day sex.

The communal showers were a veritable sea of people and flowing water. This one held a capacity of a thousand, though only a couple hundred were occupying it now. From one tiled wall to another were men and women with all the hues and shades of skin and hair imaginable. Every ‘race’, if one could still conceive of the idea, was represented there, and every mixture in between. Everyone was paired up with their partner from last night except for the occasional unfortunate soul who showered alone, and the lucky man with multiple women around him. That was a breach of courtesy, but not rules.

There were several rows of pipes and spigots for individual use, but during ‘shower hours’ the room was so packed that these were turned off, and water instead came from the ceiling, like rain. The din and rush were tremendous. Randis and Marxa just squeezed themselves into a spot between a large, dark-skinned man fingering a tiny blonde girl who only stood up to his chest, and two pretty boys who were washing each other’s dicks. Such sights were common; testosterone rose higher in the morning, after all. Marxa offered to help the boys out, but they gently refused her.

“They’re lucky I’m reporting them,” she grumbled, before turning to Randis, who had his eyes on an Asian-looking girl ten feet away. “Hey, I’m feeling frisky here,” she reminded him. Randis absent-mindedly fondled her breasts and dipped into her honeypot. The water abruptly stopped. Everyone stopped playing with each other.

SOAP CYCLE IN 3…2…1…

“Close your eyes!” Marxa chirped.

Everyone scrunched their eyes shut and turned their heads down as hair and body wash dripped from the ceiling’s spinning soap jets. Foamy, bubbly soap squirted down haphazardly in a swirling pattern, hitting the tallest people first, dripping down and splashing onto everyone below. You learned quickly during your juvenile years not to get it in your eyes, but most people covered their faces with their hands so as to not breathe it in, either.

SOAP CYCLE FINISHED. APPLY VIGOROUSLY

This is where the fun really took off, as it was basically a grope-fest. Everyone would scrub each other altruistically, leaving the job of cleaning themselves to someone else, usually a complete stranger. Girls would present their breasts and buttocks for grabbing while they in turn would wash the men’s sausages. If you were standing next to some flailing idiot, this is the time when you’re most likely to get soap in your eyes.

Having a strange girl’s gentle hands on your soapy cock and balls was a pleasant sensation, but you’d break social etiquette if you came in the shower. Some nymphos did walk around, however, jerking men off to completion, treating shower time as an opportunity to catch as much cum on their chests as possible. Marxa was one of those girls, and she already left to find a alanya escort circle of men to surround her.

Randis didn’t mind as he was busy sliding his soapy erection between the golden-tan thighs of some platinum blond girl. He didn’t even have to ask; she was happy to have company down there as she held a boner in each hand. The two gentlemen were returning the favor by scrubbing her arms and washing her hair. Randis waited for the shower to resume, so he could wash the soap off his dick and enter her. In the meantime, he was politely cleaning her back for her. A pair of feminine ebony hands was already behind him, scrubbing his abs and pecs.

RINSE CYCLE ON

The torrent resumed, washing away everyone’s dirt and soap. The hands on Randis’ nipples lowered and started wiping the soap off of Randis’ erection. The girl in front of him had already begun stuffing her mouth with both her friends’ cocks when he planted his hands on her hips and spread her cheeks apart.

“Mff!” Luckily she was already aroused, or else it would have been painful to insert his rod into her during a shower.

The black hands that were previously caressing Randis suddenly slipped a finger into his ass. “GOD-“

“Don’t forget about me,” said the owner of those hands.

Frazzled, and a bit aroused at her impudence, Randis withdrew from the platinum blond’s tight pussy, handing her to one of the men she was blowing. “Thanks,” said the man, as he turned the girl around and took Randis’ place inside her, as his friend was nursing his erection between her jaws.

Randis turned to face the obsidian beauty behind him, glancing at her face only a brief second before he plopped the berries of her breasts inside his mouth. He had to thank her for cleaning him so well, after all. She knelt down and eagerly stuffed his penis into her own mouth, tasting what was left of the albino girl’s pussy on his dick after it was exposed to a torrent of water. Her full lips literally made short work of his erection, and she stood back up with a mouthful of cum.

“Woah. It’s usually never this quick,” Randis blushed.

“Sure it isn’t,” the onyx-eyed vixen teased.

Feeling both a sense of duty and wounded pride, Randis blurted “Give me your name! I’ll prove it some time this week.”

“Xandra HG-621. Gotta hurry. I’m booked,” she said temptingly.

The water stayed on just long enough for everyone to finish cleaning themselves and trade names, if they wanted.

The mass of individuals walked out of the showers single file into a long corridor filled with giant fans lining the walls, floor and ceiling, blow-drying everyone with warm air. Beyond this was another giant room, filled with mirrors and grooming equipment. Most men and women separated by sex at this point, since the girls needed more time to brush their long hair.

Breakfast in the cafeteria was a generally brief affair, lacking the socialization of lunch and dinner, though some fraternization took place. People were more interested in getting their meals, which were perfectly balanced for nutrition and energy.

Randis took his tray and waited in line to receive his mealpack, a light sealed container of food, and nutri-milk, a beverage fortified with all the necessary vitamins and minerals. He took his usual purple extra-large pack, with extra protein, and sat at a table full of twenty-something girls. Randis had a much higher sex drive than other men, and even other women. There were 10,000 women on this floor, and he had already slept with over half of them, as well as several hundred women on the floors above and below.

“Mind if I sit here, ladies?” he said as he already sat down. He knew by the way they were eyeballing his big, floppy weiner, that they would already say yes.

“Sure!” came the expected response. Randis hooked his package on one of the table’s slots, and pressed the ‘cook’ button. The package slowly started filling up with steam. After the little beeper sounded, he undid the seal, letting the air out to reveal a cooked protein patty and a big, fluffy carbo- biscuit. He wrapped the former with the latter and ate it like a hot dog, taking sips of his nutri-milk in between bites. The girls couldn’t help but admire his appetite and how he just chowed it all down. Their protein patties were sausage shaped, and their biscuits more like big cookies, and they didn’t eat nearly as much. He must exercise a lot to stay in the shape he did.

“Randis, XE-606,” he introduced himself plainly. Asking someone for his last five was a clear sign of interest. Giving away your last five means you’re confident that people will look you up. Luckily his code was easy to remember due to its assonance. He could see the girls’ faces as they tried to memorize his name. They wasted no time giving him theirs, though he didn’t bother remembering any of them.

“Yanda ZY-919.”

Except a certain green-eyed girl with mousy brown hair. manavgat escort Something about her caused him to study her features a bit more closely. She was certainly beautiful, like hundreds of other women on this floor, but something in her eyes hid something else. Her eyes blinked and dilated as she studied his face closely in return.

“You look really familiar, have we met before?”

“I don’t think so. But you look familiar too,” Randis struggled to remember if he had seen her somewhere before. He would have to come home later and check his history on the tele-screen.

The tip of his exposed penis touched the cold underside of the metal table.

“Yow!” He scooched away, discovering he had an erection. Desensitized as he was, new girls never got him hard just on mere sight alone. Yanda blushed and her friends laughed at the two of them.

“Maybe you two should hook up! After me, of course,” one of the saucier blondes chuckled as she leaned on Randis and kissed his cheek.

“What were you planning on doing today?” asked one of the girls.

“Going for a swim, then jamming with my Synth-band.”

“You play? What instrument?”

“The Swarmer. Just with my friends, you know?”

“Hey no kidding, Yanda plays the Swarmer too!”

“I’m not that good,” the brunette admitted shyly.

“Nonsense! We should jam with your band! Yanda, I mean. The rest of us could be your groupies!”

Randis decided to ditch the swimming session to introduce Yanda and her three friends to his mates in their reserved jam hut, one of the interest rooms in the floor’s massive recreation wing. The adventurous girls were excited to meet musicians, and started taking their seats in the middle of the floor.

“This is Tubal, he plays the Continuum, Nefrit with the Percussioner, and Shangtee with the Eigenharp. My Swarmer’s over there in the corner.”

There were four hammock-pads, suspended from the ceiling around a center hookah. Nefrit pulled out a small sack of Psychedelic jelly beans, handing each girl a fluorescent-patterned bean, and two to Randis so he could catch up with the other jammers.

The artists each took a vaporized Delirium hit from the hookah, to relax their bodies and make their moods more conducive to music. The jelly beans temporarily dissolved the ego, allowing them to send electroencephalic signals from their brains to their instruments without the filter of subjectivity. It also allowed a person to maintain an erection after a dozen orgasms.

The girls, also high on beans, each mounted an artist and began started an organic rhythm with their hips, each girl bucking in unison. With the beat established, it only took a little while for the musicians to find each other’s melody and harmonize.

Yanda stared into Randis, her green irises almost eclipsed in the black sea of her dilated pupils. He stared back into her pools, seeing them as a black window into space. He stepped through her eyes into space, rising above the green Earth, filling the room with the uplifting sounds of his Swarmer. Her tight canal gently milked his shaft, squeezing out his worries and cares.

The other players grokked with his astral journey, unaware that it was inspired by a woman. They added in their celestial tunes, each one reflecting a mind’s expansion and transcendance from earthly limits. The symphony rose from Earth until it vanished as a small speck of dirt, until only the humming stars could be discerned. Every instrument emitted a low vibration. Likewise, all the girls had ceased their thrusting, and grasped their partner’s poles with their quivering pussies.

Harmonized by positivity, each member was confident to take his instrument to new heights, filling the room with sweeping arpeggios of different speeds. The girls resumed their motions to her master’s tempo, enslaved by his rhythm. Everyone reached the first orgasm, which was quickly followed by two more in this heightened state of ecstasy.

Randis’ penis was Yanda’s only anchor to the world, and she clenched it tightly like one would a rope to save from drowning, only she wanted to drown. She gripped and squeezed with every thrust, trying to prevent his penis from escaping her deepest reaches, yet she needed him to leave so he could re-enter her, bringing in new waves of pleasure upon arrival. This tug and pull, the pain of separation and the ecstasy of union, introduced a duality to her partner’s mind. Minor chords started dotting the musical landscape, introducing darkness and sadness to the euphoria of the major chords until both were in balance with each other. Life and death played an eternal game of chase, and light and darkness gave existence to each other.

Randis’ mind was filled with a contemplative mood, and his Swarmer dropped out of the harmony, letting the others continue as a Triad. He looked around the room, seeing his friends playing their instruments while being ridden by pixies. Nefrit’s girl was slowly cradling her hips back and forth, while Tubal’s bounced on him in short, staccato bursts. Shangtee’s blonde nymph was slamming him so loud the noises of their genitals clapping together could be picked out from the music. Yet none of them were in discord with each other despite the fact they were engaged in separate acts of lovemaking with their own levels of passion.

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Greetings, and I hope you enjoy the second installment of my story. If you have not yet read “Chapter 1: Discovery” I strongly recommend doing so as this is not a stand-alone tale. Thanks in advance for any constructive feedback.

The usual disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters involved in erotic scenes are over 18, even when not explicitly stated.

* * * * * *

THE FALLEN

CHAPTER 2: REVELATION

I awaken from a very pleasant dream with a warm, wet sensation down below.

My first, terrified thought is, ‘Oh shit! I’m peeing Danni’s bed!’

My second thought is, ‘Since when does peeing feel this good?’

Then I feel a hot tongue slide inside me and lick slowly outward and upward before a lovely pair of lips suckles on my clit.

“Oooooh,” I moan.

“Good morning, Erykah,” Danni says around her mouthful of my muff.

I’m going to reply, but Danni goes back to giving me morning head. All I can do is whimper in delight.

She pauses briefly to ask, “Want me to stop?”

“Nooooo,” I manage to sigh. “Don’t you dare…”

Thankfully, she goes back to what she was doing.

My hands travel down there, under the covers, and I gently stroke Danni’s hair while her tongue gently strokes me. My lover treats me to a long, sensuous licking and sucking. She slowly teases an orgasm closer and closer to the surface, my heavy breathing and moans letting her know she’s doing just fine.

It’s building for so long that when I finally cum I’m practically humping Danni’s luscious mouth. My hands flash outward and press into the mattress, and I arch my back as the best morning I’ve ever had washes over me.

My “big O” tapers off, and Danni gives me one last little suck down there before she plants a few wonderful kisses against my sensitive valley. She climbs upward and lays against me, her ice blue eyes gazing lovingly into the green of mine.

“Good morning,” she repeats with a huge smile on her angelic face.

“Yes it is!” I laugh wholeheartedly.

Danni leans down, and I can tell she wants a kiss.

“Oh, honey, I’ve got morning breath,” I protest, trying not to exhale as I speak.

Danni kisses me anyway, and I can smell and taste my own musky flavor on her lips as she gives me a few quick pecks. She stares at me with a desirous look for a few seconds before starting to climb upward again.

“Does somebody want their turn?” I ask with a cheesy grin as I yank the pillow out from under my head and shimmy downward a bit.

“Mmm hmm,” Danni nods and positions her eager sex over my waiting lips.

I love every second of it as Danni face-fucks me, her hips grinding a slow, steady rhythm against my mouth. I find that spot she loves and give it everything I have. Soon Danni’s whole body is shaking with the buildup of ecstasy.

“God Erykah!” she cries out when she cums in my mouth. “Oh god yes right there don’t stop sucking oh yeah oh yeah oooooooh god!”

* * * * * *

I think I must have fallen back asleep after our lovemaking. Danni is cuddled against me as I wake up for the second time this morning. I feel her fingers tracing circles over one of my petite breasts.

“Good morning again, lover,” Danni repeats for a third time.

“Best morning ever,” I smile. “What time is it anyway?”

I glance over to the clock on Danni’s nightstand.

“Oh crap! It’s 8:30 we’re late for school!” I blurt out in sudden panic, though Danni just lays there all chill.

She looks at me with one raised eyebrow and says, “It’s Saturday, sweetie.”

I exhale and lay my head back down feeling like the world’s biggest dork.

Danni asks, “So, what you wanna do today?”

“We could just do this all day,” I say with a silly giggle.

“Mmm, that would be nice,” Danni agrees, “but I thought maybe we could go on a shopping date?”

“Shopping for what?” I ask dubiously, thinking about how little cash I had in the bank.

“Oh, you know…clothes…shoes…toys…”

“Toys?” I chuckle. “What are we, six years old?”

Then it hits me what she meant. Damn, I am the world’s biggest dork.

“Oh…toys,” I mutter knowingly.

“And clothes and shoes,” Danni giggles.

“I’m kind of tapped out, though,” I admit woefully.

“I’m asking you out, silly,” Danni explains and gives me a little peck on the nose. “That means I buy.”

“Oh, I got myself a regular sugar mommy ovah myah,” I chuckle.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yesh,” I drawl.

I absolutely love how I’m so comfortable with Danni that I can be my own dorky, silly self around her.

Danni grins playfully and says, “Oh I’m gonna buy you such nice things…you’ll be aching to jump my bones when we get home.”

“But we are home,” I tell her with waggling eyebrows.

“Shopping first, then bone jumping,” Danni tries to say with a straight face, but she giggles slightly.

“Shower first? Then shopping and bone jumping?” I play along.

“Yeah, a shower makes sense,” Danni nods. karabük escort “Kind of rude to show up at the mall smelling like the best sexy-time I’ve ever had.”

My ego swells a little at that comment, and even though she’s just playing around I know she means it. She’s right, though. Between this morning and our amazing evening last night we smell pretty strongly of our lovemaking.

“Well, you know,” I muse, “We could save time by combining the showering with the bone jumping. Kill two birds with one stone and all that.”

“You make a good point,” Danni grins mischievously. “Let’s go.”

Yay!

More shower sex!

* * * * * *

Oh god this is so fucked up this is so fucked up!!!

There’s absolutely no traffic in this part of the city this late at night, so I only slow down a bit for the red light ahead and check both ways real quick. I stomp down the gas pedal and send the car roaring through the empty intersection like the devil himself is on our asses.

The terrible moans of agony coming from the back seat make me seriously wonder how in the hell I’m holding my shit together.

And why the fuck isn’t this fucking thing working?!?

“GPS!” I practically shout at the car’s built in device. “Nearest hospital!”

It shows me the same random spot in the neighborhood we’re already in.

“Fuck!” I bellow at it.

“It’s still not working?” Danni asks nervously.

“No,” I shake my head in frustration.

How in the bloody balls did my day go from “utterly wonderful” to “train wreck” so damn fast?

Here I am in my brother’s car with Danni in the back seat holding Trina’s head in her lap. Trina is bleeding all over the place and moaning like she might die at any second. Plus, there’s a maniac with a sword chasing us who can run faster than a galloping horse, the same nut job who used Trina as a pincushion…twice. Oh, and to top it all off…Trina isn’t human! Not completely at any rate.

My head is spinning with so much “wtf?” right now that I seriously don’t know how I’m keeping my shit together.

I strongly suspect the car’s messed up GPS is the doing of the crazy, bleeding-to-death bitch in the back seat. Along with getting Danni and I lost in this bad neighborhood, it’s probably her fault we almost got carjacked, raped, and killed by a couple of crack-heads. One of whom I think I may have killed…accidentally. No, actually I’m pretty certain he’s dead.

If not for Danni’s insistence there’s no way I’d be driving that crazy bitch Trina anywhere, let alone to the nearest hospital.

Er, trying to drive that crazy bitch to the nearest hospital. Damn GPS.

Not to mention all the other weird shit.

Oh, did I forget to say that a light-speed lunatic with a sword and an inhuman, dying girl in my back seat aren’t the only strange things that have happened so far tonight?

Heh. I’m probably not making much sense. Maybe I should start at the beginning…

* * * * * *

Danni and I spend a good chunk of our morning in her shower, only a small portion of which is used for actual washing. I’ve got to hand it to the folks who built this dorm, though. They sure didn’t skimp on the water heaters.

We eat breakfast afterward, and as we talk I keep finding my eyes drawn to Danni’s lovely mouth and long, delicate fingers. I never thought I’d see another woman’s lips and fingers as sexual organs and get turned on just by looking at them.

I really have to exert some self-control not to drag Danni back to her bed for round three, and I find myself really glad I’m not a guy. Otherwise I’d be sitting here with a rock-hard erection tenting my pajama bottoms.

How embarrassing would that be? Not so much when it’s just Danni and I, but the possibilities for public humiliation are many and manifold. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure how guys do it — run around with those things swinging from between their legs. What a hassle it must be.

We finish breakfast, and I give Danni a quick kiss good-bye before heading to my own room to get dressed for the day. There are a few other girls in the hallway, and they give me odd looks as I emerge from Danni’s room at eleven in the morning still in my jammies. I find I don’t care what they suspect or think they know. Let the rumors fly.

Water off a duck’s back. That’s all that stuff is to me.

Once in my own room I quickly put on a long, black skirt, a white summer shirt, and a grey knit sweater. I brush my hair and teeth, grab my big, black purse, then head back to Danni’s room.

She lets me in, and my eyes widen at her stunning outfit. She’s wearing white hip-hugger jeans with sandals on her dainty feet. Over her chest is a powder blue, split-sleeve, midriff top that shows off her smooth and touchable tummy. Her face has a light, simple application of makeup that only serves to accentuate her natural beauty.

Oh my god she’s so gorgeous.

She looks so osmaniye escort hot and sophisticated. The only other clothing I’ve seen her in is the plain school uniforms we all wear and her pajamas. Oh, and her birthday suit (yum), though that technically isn’t clothing. Seeing her this way is a pleasant shock to my eyes. Danni could easily make a career of modeling if she wanted.

I compare it to what I have on, these simple, shrouding clothes that are probably a hair too big for me, and I can’t help but feel like a total frump. I kick myself for never learning fashion or even gaining a minimal sense of what would look good on me. No wonder she wants to buy me some clothes.

“You aren’t going to be…embarrassed…to be seen with me like this, are you?” I ask self-consciously as I hold up my arms and look at my grandmotherly ensemble.

“Oh, Erykah no,” Danni says emphatically, placing her hands on my shoulders. “Don’t think that! I just wanted to buy you something special.”

She pulls me in for a tight, warm embrace.

Danni continues, “You are so amazingly sexy, and it’s really cute that you don’t seem to know it yet. I just want the rest of the world to be able to see what I see, to see how beautiful you are.”

Squee!

My heart melts, and I hug Danni fiercely, wanting to never let go.

“Now call us a taxi while I find my purse,” Danni requests eventually.

“Taxi shmaxi,” I grin. “I have a brother who owns a car.”

* * * * * *

It takes some sweet-talking, but I convince Christopher to let me borrow his car. He has football practice all day anyway, so he won’t need it.

Oh, and coincidentally I was right. My brother is a jock.

It’s a little after noon, and Danni and I are finally in the city at some boutique or another…I forget the name. We practically have the place all to ourselves at the moment, the only other person here the saleswoman. She acts kind of snooty toward us, as if a pair of teenage women had no business being here.

I’ve always been ambivalent about clothes shopping, but I think that’s mostly because I don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to fashion. It’s kind of eerie how Danni is able to grab stuff that fits me perfectly. Somehow she can tell my sizes regardless of the type or manufacturer of each piece.

Well, I suppose she did get a really good look at me last night.

Eventually we decide on three new outfits. Two are in a shopping bag, and I’m wearing the third.

I’m now dressed in a pair of black, flair-bottomed hip-hugger jeans. It feels so weird to have on pants like these. I never felt I had the butt for them, but Danni had insisted they’d look good on me.

A dark crimson, sweetheart-neck top covers my chest. The shirt is very spare, covering down to just below my bust-line and showing even more of my midsection than Danni’s midriff shirt.

She also insisted on buying me a pair of black leather heeled boots that rise partway up my shins. With these boots I’m now a smidgen taller than Danni.

She and I stand side-by-side in front of a full-length mirror, and I can’t help but remark how striking we are together. I look at Danni’s short, blond hair, white jeans, and powder blue shirt that matches her ice blue eyes. Then I look at my long and black hair, black jeans, dark red top, and dark green eyes.

We’re like light and dark, yin and yang. I marvel at the green-eyed girl staring back at me.

Is this really me?

Who is this sexy mitten I see in the mirror?

Danni is staring at me, too, as she remarks, “I’m so jealous of your abs. God they’re so tight and buff.”

I blush a little at my lover’s unsolicited compliment and mutter, “I used to go jogging a lot…before.”

“I told you,” Danni laughs in a light, airy, and carefree voice. “You’re hot Erykah. You just needed someone to show you.”

I lean over, placing my arms around Danni’s neck from the side, and plant a big, wet kiss against her cheek.

“Thanks,” I whisper gratefully into her ear. “Now what should we do?”

“Now we go to the mall and get you some more outfits,” Danni grins. “A girl’s gotta have stuffs, right?”

“Why did we come here then?” I wonder aloud. “This place is so expensive.”

I’d almost dropped a brick when I saw the total for the outfits Danni had bought me.

“Because I knew there wouldn’t be many people here,” Danni winks. “I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable trying out something new.”

Wow. She’s beautiful, sensitive, and smart?

“You’re amazing, Danni,” I gush as I look at her with total adoration. “I love you.”

She looks at me and smiles, her face mirroring my own expression.

“I love you, too, Erykah,” Danni replies. “It makes me so happy you trust me enough to let me do this for you.”

* * * * * *

We’re at the mall now, walking from store to store and occasionally buying things. Danni’s judgment and fashion sense is so spot-on marmaris escort that I don’t even bother trying on the clothes before she buys them for me. We spend a couple pleasant hours together just wasting time and having fun.

One thing I’ve noticed, though, is how many stares we’re drawing from the men and teenage boys around us as we walk through the crowded thoroughfares. Heck, even a lot of the other women sneak furtive glances our way, the looks on their faces bespeaking envy and, in a few cases, desire. My ego is exhaustively stroked by the time we stop at the food court for a little snack.

I resolve then and there not to let my newfound confidence turn me into one of those stuck-up girls who thinks she’s too good for other people. I’m still just Erykah Gray, dork…sci-fi nerd…and now hottie. Still, that last one brings a shit-eating grin to my face.

As we wait in line I lean over and whisper to Danni, “That goth chick in the fuck-me boots has been checking you out hard.”

Danni doesn’t turn to look, but guesses, “You mean the one with all the Wiccan jewelry?”

“Yeah.”

“Nope,” Danni says quietly. “She’s been checking you out.”

“Okay,” I compromise, “she’s been staring at us both then.”

“Maybe,” Danni shrugs. “Maybe you should go say hi.”

I can tell Danni is only joking, so I kid back, “You go say hi and stick your tongue in her ear.”

I giggle.

“Shhh,” Danni shushes me softly, “she’s walking over here!”

Sure enough, I watch out of the corner of my eye as the woman saunters closer and closer to us. I’m suddenly and inexplicably nervous as she approaches. There’s something really unusual about this woman, and I’m not talking about her appearance.

Danni and I turn to look at her. She’s tall and willowy, with raven-black hair that’s even longer and darker than mine. I can see intricate and mysterious tattoos barely poking up past the neckline of her black jabot shirt. Tight black leather pants and a same-colored pair of stiletto boots clothe her lower half. I’d guess her age at somewhere around the mid twenties. She’s pretty, but her attractiveness is marred, in my opinion, by the heavy, goth-style application of makeup on her face.

There’s a mysterious scent around her. It’s not unpleasant, but rather exotic and alien, unlike anything I’ve smelled before…or is it? Though I can’t identify the smell, it’s vaguely familiar.

I notice one of those pin-on buttons attached to her shirt. At it’s center is the image of a buxom woman dressed in a skimpy but cliché witch’s outfit, seated atop a broom and complete with pointed hat. Arranged around the image are the words ‘Get a taste of religion / Lick a witch’.

“Hello,” the woman greets us from several paces away.

“Um…hi?” I return, an involuntary giggle passing my lips as I try to mask my unease.

I thought I was past this being painfully shy crap. Why is this woman making me feel this way? It’s like her eyes are staring right through me. Wait…no…that’s not right. It’s more like her eyes are staring into me. I can’t shake the feeling that I’m being examined and judged.

“Hiya,” Danni smiles to the woman, obviously not suffering from my unwelcome social skittishness.

“Say,” the woman begins, flicking a lock of hair over one shoulder, “would either of you happen to have a cigarette I could bum?”

“Sorry,” I shrug with an apologetic look. “We don’t smoke.”

The woman nods slowly, her distant, piercing eyes still aiming right at me. I have to wonder what she’s on right now.

She says, “Probably for the best. Smoking is very, very bad for you…like breathing Drano and ash.”

Danni cocks her head slightly and asks, “Then why do you smoke?”

The woman’s eyes move slowly to Danni. Okay, so it’s not just me. Danni squirms a little under the woman’s gaze, and I can tell she’s feeling the same thing I’d felt a moment ago.

The strange woman says, “Oh…I don’t smoke.”

“What?” I chuckle, a nervous edge in my voice I can’t hide.

What’s this woman’s game? Is she hitting on us? If so this is the strangest flirting I’ve ever seen.

“I don’t smoke,” she repeats before leaning in closer.

She’s in my bubble, uncomfortably close now, when she inhales deeply to sniff the air around Danni and I.

“Hmmm,” the woman hums. “Interesting.”

Danni pulls me backward and protectively steps in front of me to confront the woman.

“What’s your deal, lady?” my blond champion asks

“No deal,” the woman replies and leans back, lifting her hands in a placating gesture. “Sorry.”

She walks around us and makes to leave.

“See you later,” the very strange woman says as she saunters away.

“I hope not,” Danni mutters under her breath. “Weirdo.”

“My name is Emma, by the way,” her voice floats to us through the crowd as she disappears into the mass of shoppers.

* * * * * *

After our odd encounter in the food court we’re pretty much done shopping at the mall, so we eat our food, gather up the clothing and shoes Danni purchased for me, and make our way to the parking lot.

We load the shopping bags into the cargo area of my brother’s virtually brand new Subaru Outback, and I drive us across town. The built-in, voice activated GPS makes it easy to find the nearest adult entertainment store.

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*****

Last Gasp

John was sitting at his desk in his office in Kentucky with George who was sitting across from him. John and George were going over the quarterly sales figures. Actually, George was going over the quarterly sales figures. John was staring out the window of his office day dreaming and thinking about the past twenty years of his life.

He had moved his company and employee’s to Owensboro, a medium size city on the Ohio River. It was a peaceful little community, which welcomed their business and the opportunities that such a company as John’s offered them. Jenny and John had bought a small ranch just outside of the city where they could spend their final years together.

Michelle and Susan’s families had also relocated to Owensboro where Susan and Michelle ran a free clinic with several other doctors, most of them from Chicago. George and Mark now worked for John’s company as did so many other old friends from Chicago. On the weekends you could find the three couples at John’s ranch enjoying each other’s company and watching the children play with the dogs or riding the horses.

Several years had passed, since the year they spent together in what used to be Chicago. The government had tried to cause trouble for John and his company in the aftermath of that fiasco, but after a couple of conversations with the President and some of the political leader in Congress, they gave up.

Things were peaceful and pleasant. John’s company kept inventing things that everyone wanted and they kept making money hand over fist. Life was good. Weekends spent with friends and family. Days spent working.

John and Jenny spent every moment they could together. And if Jenny wasn’t with John you would find Susan or Michelle with him. When he was at the office George or Mark would be close by.

Jenny had enlisted their four friends to help keep her husband alive as long as possible. She knew how he died and kind of when he died. What John told her is he would die of a heart attack when he was alone. If he was somewhere with people he wouldn’t die, but if he was alone he would. Even if Sally was with him, he would die.

So Jenny made sure he was never alone. Somebody was always with him. Michelle, Susan, George, Mark or herself, always someone, always a real flesh and blood person.

Eventually, John stepped down from running the company. For the past couple of years they had found more and more young people who, like John and the others, knew their futures. What they were doing was pulling the future into the here and now and making a pretty bundle.

Every new seer was made a partner in the company. They owned an equal share. It was theirs until the day that they died. Michelle, Susan and their husbands were also partners, along with those people who had stayed to help in Chicago.

The company handled hundreds of government contracts, contracts for almost every item that the company made. The only thing that John mandated was the company never to sell the government a Class I shield or an AI. They could have Class II Buster units and Class III Shield technology but nothing higher.

There was one other thing that John did that no one else had thought of doing. He used the six nuclear fusion furnaces that had decimated Chicago, to supply electricity to half the nation. From the Rocky Mountains to the Smoke Mountains, power was supplied by giant photovoltaic cells placed around the six candles.

Six giant globular structures went up three months after they left Chicago. Six structures blocking the light of the candles, which absorbed every erg, every photon, converting it to clean electric power. Power that once John’s company dumped it into the power grid caused the price of a kilowatt of electricity to drop to almost nothing. Most other electric generating plants became backups to the candle plants or were freed up to generate electricity for the east and west coasts.

On any given day there were only three places that John would be found. At the office, even though he had turned the reins over to George and Mark, he still liked to keep abreast of the goings on. The second place you could find him would be the clinic that he had built on the outskirts of town. It included a surgical suite, an ambulatory care facility, along with the clinic. All procedures and visits were free. The doctors and staffs salaries, along with the supplies and instruments, were paid for by John’s Company.

It was their contribution to the people of the city and state they enjoyed living in. The saying, ‘you get what you pay for’ was being turned around at the clinic to be ‘the best things in life are free’. After three years in business, the clinic was handling cases from around the globe. There were doctor who were tops in their field clamoring to work at the clinic, for far less money than they were getting fethiye escort now. There was even talk of building a full facilities hospital across the street from the clinic.

The third place you would find John was home, at his ranch. Where he would be tending to the horses or playing with Susan and Michelle’s children or playing with the dogs.

For those who had given their time and heart for a year, life was good. They were all working, almost all at jobs they loved. Those few who weren’t still had a good clean place to live and a job they could be proud doing.

John was now sixty-two although he looked younger, much younger. The ladies in his life were quite a bit younger than he. Jenny, being the oldest, was fifty-five. Michelle was only a few months older than Susan at forty-six. George and Mark were the same ages as their wives. It was amazing to John how Michelle and Susan still loved him, even at his doddering old age. But love him they did.

There was many a time one of the three women would try to get him into their bed or his bed as the case me be. He never rebuffed them and wound up happy and satisfied each time. Jenny was no longer jealous of having to share him with the other two loves of his life and after a while encouraged the affairs.

Jenny was also surprised that two young men tried often to get her in their beds. Although she didn’t trip often, the times she did she was not sorry.

About the sixth year after settling in Owensboro, Jenny was called away from home for one of the charities she was involved with. John was left to his own devices. He wasn’t alone as Jenny had made arrangements with Susan and Michelle to alternate days to tag along with him as each doctor could manipulate their schedules at the clinic.

On the second day after Jenny left, John woke with Michelle lying next to him. She was propped up on her elbow watching him. He smiled raising his head and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled and winked at him.

“You know what Jenny is afraid of don’t you?”

“Yes. And I appreciate you and Susan and your husbands helping her with her fears.”

“Is it true though? Or is it a fiction just to get me or Susan into your bed so often?”

“That’s a strange question after all these years. It’s not fiction. I will die alone.”

“But you don’t know when and where, do you?”

“I know where. I will die in a hotel room in Denver Colorado. I just don’t know when.”

“What happens if Susan and I decide not to be with you anymore?”

“I don’t know, let’s see…” John paused closing his eyes for just a second. “I will die here in bed, alone.”

“Oh. Or are you just saying that?”

“Ask one of the other seers if you don’t believe me. They should all know the place of my passing. One of them may even know the approximate date.”

“Have you talked with any of them?”

“No, I really don’t want to know.”

“So you haven’t really looked to find out what the date would be?”

“No. And I won’t. I don’t want to know when I die. Would you?”

“No, I guess I wouldn’t. Why Denver? What’s there that you need to go there?”

“I don’t know and I don’t want to know. There must be a reason I’m there, although when I looked last I found no reason for being there. And no, I’m not looking again.”

“Alright, so what’s the plan for today?” Michelle smiled at John as she stroked his cheek.

“I don’t know. I have no plans. Do you have to be at the clinic today?”

“No, I took the day off,” Michelle said with a smile. John smiled back at her as she leaned in and gently kissed his lips briefly.

Michelle giggled as John reached up and tickled her ribs. As he continued she jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom. John lay back smiling at the ceiling wondering how he had come to have such a wonderful life, with such wonderful friends and three beautiful women who loved him.

Michelle came out of the bathroom and jumped back into bed straddling John’s hips. John reached up and tickled her again. Michelle fell to the bed laughing as John rolled over trapping her under him. He kissed her hard on the lips pinning her shoulders to the bed. She moaned with passion as she kissed him back. John rolled off of her on to his back.

“I would really like to continue this, but there are things that need doing.”

“Like what?” Michelle asked.

“Breakfast, coffee, horses to be fed, stalls mucked out, those things. Would you like to help?”

“Sure, why not. Could we go for a horseback ride later?”

“Sure, we’ll bring a picnic lunch.”

“Sounds good to me,” Michelle said bouncing out of bed and heading for the bathroom again.

John followed her into the bathroom and got in the shower with her. The warm water cascading down their bodies was refreshing. They soaped and scrubbed each other, both enjoying the closeness it brought. Rinsing, they dried and got dressed. Michelle beat John down stairs and had the coffee perking as he showed up in the kitchen.

“Eggs and ham?” Michelle asked.

“Yes please,” John answered. alanya escort Michelle cooked breakfast as John checked his email and read the morning news. They ate in silence as Michelle, sitting next to John, read the news with him. After eating John placed the dirty dishes in the sink and grabbing Michelle’s hand as they walked to the barn.

The three dogs came running in from the fields to accompany them. Michelle had grown used to the three happy and energetic canines and petted which ever one came with reach. The horses were whinnying as John and Michelle reached the barn, signaling that they were hungry.

John filled the hay cribs with fresh hay and ran fresh water in to the trough, while Michelle opened the stalls of each horse to let them out into the corral to eat and drink. Once that was done, John and Michelle started to muck out the stalls and spread new straw around in each.

John then brought two horses at a time into the barn so they could be groomed. Michelle loved grooming the horses and they were soon finished. Michelle then ran back to the house to prepare the picnic lunch while John saddled the horses. When Michelle returned from the house with the picnic basket they mounted up and road out into the wilderness that surrounded John’s ranch.

The sun was shining brightly and the air was cool. The grass was green and the flowers were in full bloom as the two rode slowly through the rolling hills. Coming to a small stream that wound through a small valley filled with trees the two halted and dismounted.

Michelle ran to the stream and sitting on a large rock removing her boots and socks so she would wade in the cool water. John tethered the horse within drinking distance of the steam and unstrapped the picnic basket from his horse. He then unstrapped the blanket from Michelle’s horse and walked over to a flat grassy spot close to the stream.

All the while Michelle was giggling and splashing in the cool water. John spread the blanket and lay down watching Michelle. Michelle came running over to where John lay and plopped down next to him on her back. She smiled up at him and caressed his cheek.

“God I love living here,” she said, smiling up at him. “And I do love you.” Her eyes twinkled in the soft filtered sunlight.

“I love you too,” John replied as he leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips. Their passion rose as the horses whinnied and nickered beside the stream.

The days were filled with such interludes. Jenny, Susan and Michelle loved living a quite country life, where the days were spent doing what they loved. John loved his life and didn’t want it to end, so he too made sure that there was always someone with him. If Jenny needed to be away, Susan or Michelle were always glad to keep him company when asked. Sometimes Mark or George would accompany them, most of the time they didn’t.

John didn’t care either way. He liked the company when Jenny was away and he liked talking with George or Mark. And if they brought their children his day was made. John and Jenny loved children but had not been lucky enough to be blessed with any of their own. The dogs, even though they were getting on in years, loved the company too. Especially, the children, they loved to play with the children.

The months past, the days were spent having fun working and playing. John soon let the circumstances of his death fade in his mind. Jenny did too, as there was always someone with him.

One day on his way home from the office in Owensboro, John’s car was involved in an accident. He hit his head on the door frame as he was t-boned on the driver’s side. As he faded in and out of consciousness, he felt himself being lifted to a stretcher and placed in the back of an ambulance. He watched and listened as the paramedics started an IV and he faded into unconsciousness.

John woke in what looked like a hospital room. He was hooked up to several IV’s. He had a mask on his face giving him oxygen. He was dazed and groggy. A nurse held his wrist in her hand taking his pulse.

“Well it’s about time Mister Abernathy, we were all beginning to wonder if you would ever wake up,” the nurse said softly.

John closed his eyes wondering why he had not foreseen this little event in his life. There had been no warning, no flash of insight, of his involvement in an auto accident. No glimmer of his being laid-up in a hospital.

And where were Jenny, Michelle and Susan? Why were none of them at his side waiting for him to awake? John opened the door in his memory to the future and saw blackness. His ability to see his experiences into the future appeared to be gone. Maybe it was the bump on the head, maybe it was the medications he was being given. Whatever the reason he could no longer recall memories of his future.

The nurse left shortly after that and John was alone. The door was open and as he gazed out into the hallway he noticed a pretty young woman sitting at the nurse’s station staring at him. She was dressed in street clothes, not nurse’s scrubs or a doctor’s lab coat. John manavgat escort smiled weakly at her and she smiled back but did not move from her chair.

John was very weak and more tired than he had ever felt in his entire life. His eyes closed and he was asleep by his third breath. The woman rose and walked into John’s room, sitting in the chair by his bed she fished a cell phone from her pocket.

“He’s asleep again,” she spoke into the mouthpiece and flipped the device closed. She carefully studied John’s features, memorizing every line of his face. She started to hum to herself as she relaxed back into the chair. Her eyes closed and she was asleep in an instant.

* * * *

When John woke the young lady was beside him, smiling down at him. He closed his eyes as pain rolled over him. He didn’t know where the pain was coming from and didn’t care. He just wanted it to stop. A sharp pain in his arm brought his eyes open and a smile crossed his face as the pain was washed out of his body.

“That’s it, just relax, the pain will be gone in a moment.”

“Wha…”

“Don’t try and talk Mister Abernathy, just lay back and relax.”

John lay there looking at the young lady standing over him. She was not familiar to him and his future self had no knowledge of her or he would know. He closed his eyes and tried to see what was in his future and couldn’t. He tried harder, all of a sudden the pain was back. He winced at the sudden pain throughout his body.

“Mister Abernathy, don’t try to see into the future,” the young lady said as she pressed the needle of the syringe into his arm again.

The pain dissipated almost as fast as it had started, John exhaled in relief.

“What have you done to me?” he queried hoarsely.

“We have temporarily dulled you ability to see into the future. Well actually we just introduced a drug into your body that will cause you intense pain when you try to look into the future. I’m sorry but it was necessary and not my decision.”

“Why?” John croaked.

“We need you not to know some things that are happening right about now.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry, you don’t need to know.”

“If it involves my people or company or country I need to know.”

“It doesn’t, but you would be hard pressed not to get involved and we don’t want you to be involved.”

“Why?”

“When it’s over I will explain everything to you. You will also be briefed by several others. And if you’re wondering about the other seers in your company, they are here with you in other rooms of this facility being given the same drug as you so don’t expect a rescue.”

John slumped further into his bed, disheartened to hear that his friends and colleagues had been brought here too. He closed his eyes and thought about Jenny, Michelle and Susan. He thought about how frantic Jenny would be. He thought about how she might construe that he had lied to her about their future together. As he thought about these things he drifted off to sleep.

* * * *

When John woke he found himself, not in the hospital room, but on a bed in what appeared to be a hotel or motel. He was extremely tired and could barely move. He found that he was fully clothed. Struggling he leveraged himself out of bed and hobbled to the window. It was extremely overcast and a steady rain was coming from the heavens. Looking down into the parking lot he saw his car, without damage, had it been a dream of some kind, the hospital, the woman, the pain.

Checking his pockets he found his keys and wallet. Looking on the desk in his room he saw the brochure for the hotel. Picking it up John read; Marriott Courtyard Denver. John was stunned, the brochure slipping from his fingers as he stared at the wall in front of him. He stood transfixed for several moments. Then John picked up the phone, his cell seemed to be missing, and dialed home. Jenny picked up on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Jen, it’s me. I love you. Just remember that please.”

“Oh god, are you hurt? Are you okay? Where are you John?”

“I’m okay so far, but I’m alone.”

“Oh…” John heard as she cried and they were not tears of joy. John’s throat started to tighten as Jenny’s emotions were felt by him.

“I’m in Denver, I’m afraid to say. And I feel like…well…crap. I’m really sorry Jen.” Now John was weeping.

“I know, I know. How?” Jenny asked between sobs.

“I really don’t know darling. I was driving home and then I was in a hospital and then I was here.”

“Oh god,” Jenny said. Then there was a commotion on her end and several voices could be heard. “Michelle and Susan just came in. Yes he’s okay for now. He’s in Denver and he’s alone.”

“Jen. Tell them I love them please.”

“I will, I will. Oh god. Oh god.” John could hear several muffled questioned being asked as Jenny put he hand over the mouth piece.

As John waited he sat in the only chair in the room. He actually felt quite serene and peaceful as he sat back listening to the muffled sounds on the other end of the phone. He suddenly realized he was at peace with the world and himself. He had a wonderful life. He was most fortunate to have loved three beautiful women and had been loved back. He had accomplished much in his life and his legacy would remain. Jenny, Susan and Michelle would see to that. All three women were tenacious and strong willed and would see that the company would continue no matter what.

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Chapter Seven

Corec laid the two staff-spears across the narrow bed so Ariadne could see them. The two of them, along with Ellerie and Marco, were crammed into Ariadne’s tiny room at the village inn in Livadi. She had agreed to look over the enchanted items they’d found, but the inn didn’t have a private dining room, and the common room was full of villagers curious about their foreign visitors after the tales brought back by the wagon drivers.

“I don’t recognize them,” she said. She hadn’t been familiar with any of the other weapons either, or the tower shield.

Corec nodded and moved to retrieve the spears, but she stopped him.

“Wait,” she said, peering closely at some tiny markings along the shaft. “Is this the one Sarette carries?”

“Yes.”

“It’s an elementalist’s weapon.” She grasped the staff-spear in a fighting pose and closed her eyes, seemingly waiting for something. Her knuckles went white as she tightened her grip. Finally, a weak flame lined the edges of the blade.

She gazed down at what she’d done, a look of regret passing over her face. “It’s meant for infusing elemental strikes. It’s similar to a Mage Knight’s sword, but if it’s made of fortisteel, like this one, it only makes elemental infusion easier, not other temporary enchantments. Some of the knights had spears like these made of mirrorsteel, but we only took our swords into stasis. I’m not sure where the spears are now.”

“These were the only enchanted staff-spears we found,” Ellerie mentioned.

Ariadne nodded and sighed. The flames disappeared, and she laid the weapon back down. “Elder magic is difficult for me. I usually don’t bother with it.”

Marco was scribbling furiously. “Elemental… infusion? Is that the word?”

She eyed him with distrust. “What does it matter to you?”

“I have to keep records of everything we plan to sell,” Marco said. “The company needs to know that we’re getting a good price.”

Ariadne clenched her fists.

Before she could speak, Corec said, “Sarette wants to keep that one.”

The Chosar woman relaxed. “Sarette spars like an elementalist. She would be a fitting bearer.”

Marco rolled his eyes and continued writing.

Hoping to head off an argument, Corec moved the spears out of the way and Ellerie set out the last item they’d found in the warded armory room, a shirt made of very fine metal links, no thicker than cloth.

“Spellmail,” Ariadne said without hesitation.

“What is spellmail?” Ellerie asked.

“Armor for a wizard. The metal won’t block spellcasting.”

“It actually works as armor?” Corec asked. The shirt was so flimsy, he’d expected it to be ceremonial.

“Why else would they have made it?” Ariadne said.

Ellerie gave the chain shirt a thoughtful glance before moving it aside. “That’s the last of what we found in the armory. The rest of these things came from the Enchantment Repository.”

The objects from that room had been grouped together in four different glass cases. Corec laid out the items from the one he thought of as the jewelry case–three rings, a golden circlet, and a pair of silver cuff bracelets.

Ariadne shook her head, apparently not recognizing anything.

“What about these?” Ellerie asked, showing her four gemstones cut into spheres.

Ariadne picked up the red one. Holding it in her palm, she tapped it three times with her finger. A red light began emanating from it. “Permanent mage lights,” she said. “I’m not sure why they’re different colors.” She tapped it twice and the light faded.

Marco said, “I think that’s a real ruby, though I’ve never seen one cut perfectly round before. Gemstones that make light… we might do better to sell them as a matched set rather than individually.”

Ariadne glared at him.

Corec cleared his throat and when Marco glanced his way, he gave a quick shake of his head. The factor grunted but stopped talking, seeming to understand the message.

The Chosar woman didn’t recognize the next item, a pair of spectacles with yellow lenses, but when Corec unpacked a brass lamp, she frowned thoughtfully, then tapped it three times. Nothing happened, and she shook her head. “I thought it might have been a different kind of mage light, but if so, the creator used a different activation sequence.”

The only remaining items from the repository were small figurines–four tiny freight wagons, two wooden bridges, three catapults, a cart-mounted ballista, and two siege towers. They looked like toys, but were far more detailed than any children’s toy Corec had ever seen.

“Are these all that were left of them?” Ariadne said, almost to herself.

“You know what they are?” Corec asked.

“Miniaturized war equipment. I thought they were all lost–the Transport and Logistics depot was in the eastern half of the city, beyond where the cave-in started. These must have been moved to the repository after the war ended.”

It took Corec a moment to realize what she meant. “You’re saying these are real?”

“Yes. batman escort They’re meant for rapid deployment, when the High Guard needs to move faster than the normal transports will allow.” She reached for a wagon but stopped herself. “There isn’t enough room in here, but they expand to normal size.”

“That would be…” Corec started, then paused as he considered the ramifications. If an army didn’t have to wait for siege equipment to arrive, it would change the face of war. Siege engineers could ride along with the cavalry or the advance scouts, their equipment stowed away in saddlebags.

“There should be more than this,” Ariadne said. “The rest must not have been transferred to the repository. Or perhaps it was lost during the fighting.”

“I’d really like to learn about the war,” Ellerie said. “If you’d be willing to tell me.”

Ariadne stared out the window, silent. Finally, she said, “You’ve really never heard of the Third Demon War?”

“No, I’m sorry. Even the oldest records don’t mention any wars with demons.”

“Entire Tirs were razed to the ground. Hundreds of thousands of people died. My brother…” Ariadne turned away from the window to face Ellerie. “How could you have lost it all? People should know what happened.”

“You can help me tell them.”

The Chosar woman nodded curtly. “Agreed.”

“Thank you.” Ellerie waited a moment, then said, “The figurines were the last of what we found, except for a statue that looked like a person. It was warded and too large to move, so we left it there.”

“We don’t make statues of people,” Ariadne said. “Do you mean the tunneling golems? There should have been four. No, wait, some are in the western passage finishing off the underground route to the Darkstone–Skotinos–Mountains.”

“Golems?”

“Clay or stone creatures brought to life to serve a purpose.”

“It was alive?” Corec asked.

“Not true life, just a magical semblance of it. When they’re not being used, they return to their natural state.”

“When you say tunneling…” Ellerie prompted.

“They dig out underground tunnels and caverns. They have a gift for moving stone.”

“Is Skotinos a Chosar word? The mountains still go by that name.”

Ariadne nodded. “I’ve heard you call them that, but the necklace translated the word before I could stop it.”

Ellerie glanced at Marco. “Do you have what you need?”

He frowned down at his notes. “It’s not much. And what about that staff Shavala’s been carrying around?” Marco had only learned the staff was enchanted after Shavala had used it to grow the small grove of trees back at the ruins. When he’d tried to get her to hand it over, she’d informed him, brusquely, that the staff belonged to the elven people and that she was going to return it to them.

Ariadne shrugged. “The vasta druids have their own magic. They’re the ones who grow the tershaya. I don’t know why they would have left something in the Enchantment Repository.”

The factor scowled at his notes, apparently not happy with the answer. “And what about those two swords? The ones that belonged to… what was the name? Argyros?”

“The king’s weapons belong to Ariadne’s people, Marco,” Corec said. He’d offered those to Ariadne without clearing it with the others first, but he wasn’t going to back down. “They’re not enchanted anyway.”

“The fancy one’s still worth something. And what about the hammer you took? That belonged to him too, didn’t it?”

“I’m the only one who can carry the hammer,” Corec said. “If it changes its mind, I’ll let you know.”

#

The wood grain running along the bar top must have been particularly interesting–or, at least, Razai couldn’t figure out any other reason why she’d been staring at it so intently for the past ten minutes. Finally, she shook her head and looked around the nearly empty room. Bleary-eyed, she poked Josip’s shoulder.

“Hey,” she said, “we should go back.”

He was slumped face down on the counter, not moving. His only response was a light snore. The village inn in Livadi didn’t serve hard liquor, so the two of them had gone to a tavern after supper. Razai figured she was probably strong enough to carry him back, but she didn’t want to try it while she was drunk. She would send Boktar for him instead.

She slipped off her stool and steadied herself, then walked slowly and deliberately to the door. The bartender called out after her, but she ignored him. She’d been paying for the drinks as they came, so whatever he was saying couldn’t have been all that important. Careful, the whispers said, but she ignored them too. Walking was taking all of her concentration. Outside, she stopped and peered up and down the street. The dark didn’t bother her, but it took her a moment to remember where the inn was. Luckily, there was only one real street in Livadi, and she could see the building from where she stood.

As she started out, though, figures appeared around her. Human yalova escort men scowling and smirking. Some carried cudgels. The closest one said something, but Razai didn’t speak much Nysan. She only understood one word. Demonborn. Her features wouldn’t have been obvious to them in the dark, so they must have seen her earlier and been lying in wait.

Razai muttered to herself. She’d really had grown soft traveling with a heavily armed group all the time. It had been months since anyone had harassed her for her parentage.

Being surrounded by a mob of angry villagers brought back bad memories. Memories of her mother screaming as the villagers beat her. Memories of the villagers screaming as her father passed through the barrier between worlds and slaughtered them all. He’d had to shift into human form to calm her down–she’d been convinced the massive beast was going to kill her as well. He’d taken her hellside after that. The hells were a lousy place for a child to grow up, and Vatarxis was a lousy choice for a father, but he’d still done more for her than the rest of her family had. It had been her uncle who’d led the mob, murdering his own sister for refusing to abandon her demonborn child.

When Razai had returned to the mortal world as an adult, her first act had been to hunt down and kill her grandparents and her other uncle. They were the ones who’d turned her and her mother out of their home in the first place. She’d slit their throats while they slept, not even bothering to let them know why they were dying–they simply weren’t worth the effort. Her only regret was that Vatarxis had already killed the man who’d killed her mother. The Razai from those days wouldn’t have allowed herself to be surrounded, but that had been over a hundred years ago. She’d lost her edge.

Her heavy, curved knives hung comfortingly from her belt, and the prospect of a fight had washed away some of the drunken haze. But should she respond with fist or with blade? That would depend on whether the men were just trying to look big in front of their friends, or if they actually wanted to hurt her. Should she try to scare them away with her demon disguise? She wasn’t sure she could muster the control for that in her current state.

Then Corec’s voice cut through the darkness. “Gentlemen, hello! What can we do for you?”

The villagers couldn’t understand what he was saying, but light from the lanterns hanging outside the tavern flickered off his mail, and his sword hilt was visible above his shoulder. The mob backed away, some ducking their heads, other simply slipping away between buildings. Soon Razai and Corec were alone in the street.

Hells of my fathers, Razai thought to herself. Now he’s going to think he saved me.

“I could have handled them,” she muttered.

“I know,” Corec said, “but how many of them would have lived through it?”

She glared at him. “Maybe they didn’t deserve to live.”

“Maybe not, but it’ll be hard to buy supplies tomorrow if the whole town turns against us.”

Razai growled quietly in the back of her throat, but let it go. “What are you doing out here?”

“I was looking for you, actually. Boktar said you’d gone drinking, so I thought I’d join you.”

“I’m done for the night, but you can go drink with Josip. He’s still in there–he passed out.”

“I’ll go back for him in a bit. I want to talk to you first.”

“So talk,” Razai said, starting back toward the inn.

Corec kept pace with her. “You said you spent time in Telfort spying on Prince Rusol.”

“I said…” The whiskey was making it difficult to remember exactly what she’d told Corec. That was the problem with lying. “Did I?”

“You said you never saw him, but if he’s a warden, he’s the real reason you were there, wasn’t he? You were spying on him, just like you were spying on me.”

She sighed. “Yes. So what?”

“Would you do it again?”

“What?”

“I need to know what he’s planning,” Corec said. “I can’t go there myself, but you can disguise yourself as other people. You could get in and out and no one would ever know.”

“Once we get back to Tyrsall, I’m done with you. I’m heading to Deece or Chondor–somewhere warm–before winter comes.” Between her wages and her eighth of a share, she’d have enough to live in comfort for a year or more.

“I’ll hire you. Whatever you’re making now. Four silver a day, right?”

It was good pay, and would make her savings last even longer, but was it enough to put up with Corec? Telfort wasn’t as bad as some places in the winter, but it certainly couldn’t compare to the beaches in Chondor or an island villa off the coast of Deece.

“Five,” she found herself saying.

“Ellerie told me it was four.”

“No, I mean I’ll do it for five. Plus food and lodging.”

“I can agree to that,” Corec said.

That had been too easy. She should have held out for more. “And you start paying as soon as we get back to Tyrsall and the shares are paid out. I’ll get my horse ordu escort and go. I’m not waiting for you and your wagons to get to the free lands.”

“That makes sense, though I hope we’ll only need one wagon by then.” They’d reached the inn, but stopped outside the entrance. “There’s something else to consider,” Corec said. “Going to Larso alone could be dangerous. I’d like to have a way to know where you are.”

It took Razai a moment to realize what he meant. “You’ve got to be joking.”

“I’m not. Hildra said we should be able to renew the bond if we wanted to. What if something happens and I need to send Leena to look for you? Her Seeking range is short; I’d have to be able to send her to the right area first. Plus, I don’t know where I’m going to end up myself, so once you’re done in Telfort, it’ll be easier for you to find me.”

“After how long it took to get rid of it the first time? Are you crazy?”

“But now we know how to end it,” Corec said. “As soon as you’re finished in Larso, I can get rid of it again.”

Allowing Corec to reconnect the bond would give Vatarxis what he wanted–but would he even know? Razai hadn’t spoken to him since she’d first been bonded, and that had been over half a year ago. She hadn’t noticed much of a difference in herself since ending the bond. Her magic hadn’t gotten any weaker, though it had stopped growing. But it had always come in fits and starts, so it was hard to say what had caused it.

“Six silver a day,” she said. “And a bonus of five gold if I’m actually successful.”

Corec coughed. “That’s a lot of money.”

“That’s the point. Do you have it or not?”

“No, but the others have agreed to share the cost. I can give you some in advance once the shares are paid out.”

“Then we have a deal,” Razai said.

Corec nodded, then laid a hand on her shoulder. She tensed–she didn’t like being touched–but it was over quickly.

“It’s done,” he said. “I’d better go get Josip.”

Despite his words, he waited until Razai was safely inside the building before leaving. As if she needed his protection from a few villagers. She slammed the door behind her.

Out of habit–a habit she’d thought she’d finally gotten over–she checked Corec’s location in her mind. It came back immediately, the sensation annoyingly familiar. She sighed. Once the whiskey wore off, she knew she was going to regret her decision.

#

Ariadne shifted unsteadily in her saddle. The horse Josip had purchased for her in Livadi was good natured, but Ariadne had only had limited experience riding. And things had changed. The saddle was broader and longer than those she was familiar with–a Chosar saddle was a tighter fit, with high slopes in front of and behind the rider. This new, larger saddle provided less support, so she had to concentrate more on keeping her body straight. The horse could still feel her movement, but the commands to guide the creature were more subtle than she was accustomed to, coming more from her legs than from her hips.

The group had left the village that morning, heading west. Ariadne had spent the first part of the day practicing trade tongue with Treya and Sarette, but after the midday meal, she urged the gelding closer to the rear of the procession, where Corec was watching over the five prisoners they’d captured after the battle. Three of the men were driving the wagons while the other two walked nearby. The other wagons and mules had been left behind in the village, since there was no longer any need to carry hay for the animals.

Now that Ariadne was away from the barren land surrounding Tir Yadar, an unease she hadn’t even realized she’d been feeling had gradually faded. Here, in the grasslands, she could pretend Van Kir was still as it once was. There was a sense of familiarity, even if she’d never been to this spot before.

She drew even with Corec and nodded to him. He nodded back but didn’t say anything, waiting to see if she wanted to talk.

“What if they escape?” she asked, indicating the prisoners. Now that they were out of the barrens, there didn’t seem to be anything stopping the men from running. Ariadne didn’t have any particular interest in the prisoners, but she was tired of never knowing what was going on.

“We’ll stay at inns when we can,” Corec said. “Ellerie can cast mage locks on the doors. When we camp out, she can cast an alarm ward, but if they really want to get away, they can probably manage it. We’ve been keeping a close eye on the wagons at night to make sure they don’t steal anything.”

“Should I help keep watch at night?” she asked. She’d started to feel guilty about not contributing.

“If you’d like,” he said easily. “I can add you to the rotation.”

They rode in silence for another half mile. Ariadne had just started to feel like she should try to come up with something to say when he spoke again.

“What were the wardens like in your day?” he asked.

She considered how to answer. “They were advisors to the king, and guardians of The People.” Ariadne couldn’t bring herself to repeat the whispered rumors that the wardens weren’t doing enough to aid the war efforts. All her life, she’d been taught to respect the wardens, and it seemed wrong to say anything bad about them to someone who wouldn’t understand the context.

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Idea that created this story was partially generated from an episode of “DC’s Legends of Tomorrow”, where Nora Darhk is turned into a Fairy Godmother. the rest of the story came from watching the movie Sexual Predator on cable, as well as reading “A New Life for Dr. Mitchell, Ch. 09” by Fat_Dad here on Literotica.

The following story includes incest, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, BDSM, rape, sodomy, violence against women beyond BDSM, murder of men and a ton of profanity. Aside from the Fairy Godmother, the characters in this story are broken people who start the story in bad situations with bad mental attitudes, more on that after the story.

The sex is not that graphic, if I had more time and less paying work, I would have the time to make it more graphic, but I figured if I didn’t publish this story now, I might not get back to it as I have over a dozen stories at some level of completion, as this story is already more than a year old.

If that sort of story is a turn off, go somewhere else for your mental porn.

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In 1693, I was a teenager. I lived in Salem in the Massachusetts Bay Colony with my mother. We were both witches. Now when I say witch, our powers were most centered on healing and nature. We also were Native Americans.

My dad had been a shaman when he was accidentally killed by a group of colonists hunting for meat. One of those men was single and took my mother and me as his instant family. When the hysteria in Salem started my mother and me fled the colony to seek a way back to her tribe. We were captured and put on trial for being witches, which we were. I watched as my mom was burnt at the stake and I knew I would be soon joining her in a separate bond fire.

So, I wished upon a star for help and an elderly white woman suddenly appeared as my fairy godmother. I asked for help to escape and she helped me escape into the forest. I knew they would hunt me down, so I asked for eternal life. What happened is we exchanged bodies as she got my powers and I got hers. She told me she had been bouncing back and forth from one spoiled brat to the next for over six centuries and was tired of being a fairy godmother. Her only escape from her life as a fairy godmother was if someone with magic powers gave her the ability to switch bodies, which I did. Then she ran off. I watched as the colonists caught her and burned her and my body at the stake.

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For over 300 years, I wandered the Americas being whisked from one child or teenager to another. All of them had sorrow in their lives. Some wished for happiness for their parents, others wished for more attractive bodies or clothing, but my most frequent request had to do with producing bunnies, ponies, kittens or puppies who would be the kid’s companion. As soon as the kid no longer needed me, I was whisked to the next kid to grant another series of wishes.

In the year 2011, I was whisked into the bedroom of an obese 18-year-old teenager just as he turned 18, who was naked and masturbating to an internet video of a portion of the movie “Sexual Predator” featuring a naked Angie Everhart. Beside him was a box of Kleenex and a bottle of Vaseline.

Now imagine if an overweight grandmother type in a powder blue dress and cape outfit straight from the pages of Disney’s Cinderella shows up in your room, as you are obese and naked masturbating to a fit naked red headed actress having sex on your computer screen. You would probably do exactly what Kevin did.

He immediately tried to cover his nudity and then asked, “Who are you and how did you get in here? What do you want?”

I answered as I always did, “Well, I’m your fairy godmother, Kevin. Your sorrow drew me here to your room and you are stuck with me until I am no longer needed.”

“Wait a minute, you are telling me, I can ask you for anything and you have to grant me my wishes? I wish to have a naked woman looking like her in my bedroom.”

As I was tired of looking like a grandmother, I decided to become that woman. Turning myself into a naked Angie Everhart, with C-cup tits, a fit body and long red hair. If the choice is living my life as a doddering old white-haired overweight grandmother or a fiery redheaded temptress with a killer body, I decided I was tired of looking like someone’s grandmother. So, there I stood before Kevin, naked and looking like a 5-foot 10-inch Angie Everhart with C-cup tits. Of course, being a fairy godmother, I had to have some blue clothing on, so I was wearing blue silk stockings, blue leather stiletto heeled thigh boots, blue leather garter belt, blue leather open cup bra, a blue sapphire choker necklace and blue leather opera gloves. I made my own girl cum taste like blueberry salt-water taffy.

Kevin looked me up and down and then walked around me, fondling my tits and ass as he walked around me, asking, “What the fuck? How did you do that?”

“I’m your fairy godmother, you gave me the opportunity to change my looks and I took the opportunity. I’m over karabük escort 300 years old and was getting tired of the grandmother look. So, do you wish for me to make any changes to your body? You may wish to get me to fuck you, but that tiny pecker will never get into this fit cunt, because your obese body will keep you from penetrating me.”

Kevin looked to his belly, not being able to see past the folds of his belly then looked up and said, “Yes I would love to be fit with a thick 10-inch cock. I mean, can you change me in that way? You know, make me a stud?”

“Of course, I can. I’m your fairy godmother.” I took a look at Kevin and began by shrinking his waist; took the fat out of his jaw, giving him a thinner face; then I began by defining his pecks and abs; removed the fat from his arms and shoulder, giving his arm then took the fat from his legs and thighs, giving his foot, leg and thigh muscles more definition; I magically lifted his body up and turned him around as I looked at his backside, taking the fat from his ass and back, giving his ass and lower back more muscle definition. I decided to restyle his unkempt curly hair giving him a shorter macho hair style. Finally, I turned him back around, magically moved his hands from his privates and looked at his junk. I decided to give him that thick 10″ cock, as well as a larger pair of hairless balls capable of producing a ton of cum, removing all of his pubic hair. The obese Kevin was gone. The new Kevin looked like a body building porn star, someone most women would drool over. My final touch was making his cum taste like chocolate flavored salt-water taffy.

“OK Kevin. Now I’m ready to fuck you.”

I pushed a stunned buff Kevin onto his bed and mounted him, taking his virginity, with him taking mine.

As the movie played, I watched it trying to replicate the moves and sounds of the actress who I looked like. Kevin, then decided to takeover, flipping me on my back as he pounded his weapon into my pussy as I wrapped my leather and lace clad legs around his ass.

I guess we were making a ton of noise as his older obese sister walked in on us, saying “Kevin, I do not need to hear that awful porn. Oh fuck, who are you two and what have you done to my brother?”

Kevin stopped, and I wrapped my legs around him holding him in place as I responded to her for Kevin.

“I am Kevin’s fairy godmother and this naked hunk fucking my pussy is the new Kevin. If Kevin wishes it, I can turn you into a major league babe, but I am going to have to see your naked body, because seeing you in those sweats hides a lot of your body.”

“Yeah, right. I don’t believe either of you. I am going to call the police.” With that she turned around and I decided to protect Kevin, I needed to levitate her and stick her to the wall, all the while I kept fucking Kevin. “What the fuck? HELP! HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!” I decided then to put a ball gag into her mouth, making it appear out of nowhere.

“Kevin, you know the only way she is going to believe me and not report us to anyone is if I turn her into a naked hottie and you fuck her to numerous orgasms.”

“OK, fairy godmother, make my sister into a bimbo fuck toy.”

I levitated her off the wall and shredded her sweats instantly, then I shredded her bra and panties, making the shredded clothes disappear into nothing. “Kevin, what’s her name?” “Rose.”

With her nude except for her socks and tennis shoes, I decided to start with her face and hair. I removed the fat from her head and tightened the skin around her face. I made her lips fuller and permanently red. Then I took her short, cropped hair and grew it until it was past her shoulders, then fashioned it into a Genie ponytail with a red leather scrunchy securing her hair.

I next began working on her arms and mid-section. I first removed the fat from her arms and then tightened her arm skin, followed by removing her under arm hair, then I shrank her stomach until she was a 24 around her waist. I then worked on her chest area, first removing the fat and then giving her a set of J-cup tits with super sensitive nipples and a pair of hoops piercing those nipples. I turned her around and gave muscle definition to her back muscles, especially her lower back to compensate for her tits.

I continued down to her waist first removing the cellulite from her ass, then tightening her ass, giving her a fuckable apple bottom ass. I gave her back a tramp stamp tattoo of her name in red Old English font. I spread her ass cheeks and began stretching her asshole, as she screamed into her ball-gag. I made that asshole sensitive, so she would get orgasms from getting sodomized. I then turned her to her front and removed that forest of black pubic hair, making her pussy hairless. I added a pair of rose tattoos to just above each side of her pussy. I gave her a one-inch clitoris, with a diamond stud piercing it and made it very sensitive. I then flipped osmaniye escort her on her back, spread her legs and removed the hair from her taint and ass cheeks. I made her girl cum taste like cherry salt water taffy.

Finally, I moved onto her legs, removing her tennis shoes and shocks first. Then, I removed her leg hair, followed by the fat from her thighs and calves, then I gave her muscle definition to both. Finally, I decided to encase those coltish legs in red fishnet stockings, red stiletto heeled thigh boots and attached to the tops of the stockings a red leather garter belt. I decided to finish off her look by putting her into a red leather open cup bra. I then magically attached two chains to the ceiling and attached the chains to a pair of hand cuffs. Before I attached the cuffs to her wrists, I encased her arms in leather opera gloves and her neck with a red leather sex slave choker collar attached by a hoop ring to a red leather leash.

When she was secured in those chains, I could not hold off my first orgasm no longer as I had about four hard orgasms back to back to back to back. Meanwhile Kevin shot several ropes of cum into my magical pussy, which kept his cock erect, despite him cumming. As both Kevin and I were recovering from our orgasms, Kevin’s sister struggled in her cuffs and ball gag, kicking the bed.

When I came to, I tapped Kevin on the shoulder ad told him. “Well stud, now its time to go fuck your slut sister Rose.” When I said those words, I saw extreme hatred in Rose’s eyes as she tried to say something through her ball gag.

Meanwhile Kevin got up off me, fully exposing my nudity and his to his sister’s eyes, then he shuffled over to her, bent her forward and inserted his cock into his sister’s pussy fucking her hard, while pulling her head back with one hand using her ponytail, while the other moved to her hip as their skin slapped together over and over again.

I saw tears streaming down her eyes as her brother raped her from behind. “Hey stud, why don’t you grope those melons she’s sporting?” That caused Kevin to begin fondling her F-cup tits. Poor Rose was having orgasm after orgasm as her brother fucked her and played with her tits.

To make sure the bond between brother and sister was cemented, I had an idea.

“Hey stud, move around the front, and fuck Rose from the front. That way you can suck on those melons.” Ever the horny teenager, Kevin did just that entering his sister’s pussy from the front, grabbing her ass cheeks and sucking on her tits.

“Fairy Godmother, I want to kiss my slutty sister, please remove the ball gag.” I did this immediately.

“Kevin, you stop, oh, oh fuck, not again, I’m cumming, mmff, mmff.” Kevin and Rose started kissing and as he became more assertive, she became more passionate in kissing and then French kissing her own brother. Rose broke the kiss asking,

“What the fuck did you do to me? And can you release me from these cuffs and chains? My arms and back are starting to hurt.” Kevin ask, “Fairy Godmother please remove her restraints, I don’t think she will be a problem now, especially given she is mounted on my cock and kissed me like that.”

So, I made the cuffs and chains disappear. Kevin sat his now beautiful sister down on the bed and kept up the fucking. As she looked over to me, I leaned in and kissed her lips as I began fondling her tits, pulling on the loops. Looking over to the computer screen I notice that a new movie was playing, in this one there was a threesome with one woman getting fucked by the man, while she ate the pussy of the other woman in the video. So, I pushed her back on the bed, straddled her face, facing her brother who was still fucking her. “Lick me Rose, eat your brother’s cum out of my pussy.” Like a good girl, Rose did as she was commanded, as I French Kissed her brother as he kept fucking his busty sister.

After multiple orgasms, the three of us separated with Rose sandwiched between me and Kevin.

Rose spoke first, “I can’t believe I lost my virginity to my brother and that I enjoyed it as much as I did. Shit, I cannot believe I ate my brother’s cum out of your cunt. All three of us look like fucking porn stars, especially me with these jugs. Couldn’t you have made them smaller?”

Kevin responded, “I like them the size they are. You have always been mean to me, just like the rest of our family, so until you stop being a bitch and treating me like a piece of shit. I will not be asking for them to be reduced. I was contemplating suicide when she appeared in a blue ballgown looking like an elderly rich woman. I asked her to bring me a woman looking like Angie Everhart and she became my wet dream crush. Now, I look like a stud and have fucked two women.”

Rose responded, “Well, you think it’s been easy for me? Fuck, you know how crappy mom, big sis and the aunts have treated both of us. But no, you just care about yourself. So, please reduce these marmaris escort melons into something more manageable?”

I responded, “Well Rose, I could reduce your tit size, if you promise to not get your brother into trouble and of course if your brother wishes for it to happen. As his fairy godmother, I must grant whatever his wish is, unless if it puts his life in danger. I must fulfill his greatest need. Only then am I whisked to the next child or teen nearby who has a deep need that I must figure out how to fulfill. Now this 314-year-old woman needs a cock in me, and I am curious how your pussy tastes.”

So, I got into the 69 position above Rose and Kevin entered my pussy from behind. Every so often, Kevin would pull out, stick his cock into his sister’s mouth and then back into my quim. Meanwhile, I feasted on her pussy as I ate my first peach. At first, I didn’t like the taste, but then I changed her taste so she would taste like cherry flavored salt-water taffy. When we finished, I looked up at the computer screen to see a threesome, where the two women were French Kissing, while the man alternated between their pussies and assholes. So, I maneuvered the three of us into our positions with me on top of Rose and Kevin alternating between our pussies and assholes. Of course, one of us took Kevin’s virginity regarding sodomizing someone, while Kevin took both of our anal virginities.

All three of us were cumming, when we heard a female voice ask, “What the hell is going on here?”

In unison, both Kevin and Rose muttered, “Oh fuck it’s mom!” At that I disappeared between the siblings and appeared in front of their mom.

“OK, it’s time to hang you from the ceiling by your wrists, until we figure out what to do with you. Oh, and I should probably shut you up before you can cause any trouble.” With that, I threw a ball gag in her mouth and made the chain attached to padded purple leather wrist cuffs. I then turned to the siblings. Kevin still had his cock in his sister’s asshole. “Kevin, should I do to your mom, what I did to Rose? Make her a bimbo slut too? If so, what is her name?”

Rose answered for Kevin, “Yes definitely, her name is Lilith.”

Kevin responded, “Whatever Rose just said.”

So, I gave mom the bimbo treatment, removing her clothes, fat tightening her skin; giving her muscle definition; removed her under arm, vaginal, taint, ass and leg hair; giving her the genie/slave girl ponytail with the purple leather scrunchy, the plump fuckable lips, J-cup tits, a one inch clit, the hoop nipple piercings, an amethyst clit piercing, purple lily tattoos just above either side of her clit and a purple tattoo of the slutified version of her name “Lily” in cursive writing with purple lilies on either side. I then encased her legs in purple fishnet stockings attached to a purple leather garter belt, followed by purple leather stiletto heeled thigh boots, a purple leather open cup bra, the purple leather choker slave collar attached to her purple leather leash and then purple leather opera gloves. I also increased the sensitivity of her clit, asshole, and nipples, so she would more easily orgasm and become a sex slave to Kevin’s cock, just like Rose had apparently become. I then changed her cum to taste like plum flavored salt-water taffy.

I turned back to the siblings. “Ok Rose, time to suck off your brother and get him hard enough to start fucking your new slut mommy.”

Kevin pulled his cock out of Rose, picked up her red leash securing it around his wrist and walked over to his new and improved slutty mom leading his sister who crawled off the bed and knelt by him, and fucked her pussy from behind, while he pulled on her ponytail with one hand while he groped her left tit with his other hand. As her mom started crying, Rose yelled out, “Spank her ass Kevin, mommy has been a bad girl”.

Kevin stopped pulling on her hair and began to slap his mom’s ass, switching ass cheeks and tits as he felt up and spanked his mom, while he maintained his fuck of her. Kevin then started talking dirty to her, “Like me fucking your slut pussy cum bucket? This is for treating me like a second-class citizen you man-hating bitch. I think it’s time to fuck your slutty asshole mom.”

He said all this as his mom shook with her first cock induced orgasm, then he pulled his weapon from his mom’s pussy and began fucking her asshole. After his mom squirted from an anal orgasm, he pulled out his cock and ordered, “Rose suck my cock, it’s time to fuck mom’s pussy from the front.”

So, he pulled out of his mom’s ass, stuck his cock in his sister’s mouth and began to fuck her face. He then approached his mom from the front secured her leash to his other wrist, picked her up by her thighs and steered his cock back into her pussy, beginning another fuck session. His mom’s eyes rolled up into her head as he licked and chewed on her tits and nipples as Lily began experiencing multiple back to back orgasms.

Kevin then told me as he kept fucking his mother, “Fairy godmother, I think it’s time to remove her ball gag. As soon as the ball gag was removed, Kevin began to French Kiss his mom, as Rose began to lick his cock and the taint, pussy and asshole of her naked mom. With the threesome paying attention to just themselves, I froze time, so I could take in the remainder of the house.

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Chapter III – Southbound

The low, dull rumbling of distant thunder was almost-but not quite-loud enough to occasionally drown out the sharp clopping of steel-shoed hooves impacting against the ancient, worn stones of the Kingsway. The trio of riders, clad in tightly-drawn travel cloaks, hurried south towards the border of the Kingdom of Nocturne-a much darker prospect these days than it would normally have been.

“I should have had someone place a waterproofing enchantment on my cloak,” grumbled Captain Balthus Crick, shifting in his saddle as he moved to tighten the thick covering around his torso. “Probably would have cost me more than the damn thing did when I bought it, but I daresay it would have been worth the investment.”

Master Jakobus, the vampire mage, laughed from the saddle of his own steed to the Captain’s left. “Would that you’d said something before we’d left Braelon, friend, I’d have done it free of charge!”

“Don’t suppose you could do anything about it now, then,” Balthus grumbled.

“I’m afraid not,” the vampire replied with a shrug. “I didn’t think that I’d be called upon to enchant anything while on the road, therefore I neglected to bring any of the necessary tools for the job.”

“Well, hopefully I don’t catch pneumonia before we’ve even crossed the fucking border.”

“What’s the matter, Captain? It’s only wind and water! I imagine you’ve faced worse than this pitiful squall!” From the Balthus’ right, the smug, grinning face of Mattison Rhaeg, the Master’s assistant, had never appeared more deserving of a swift backhand. Balthus glared at the young vampire.

“As I’ve told you already, boy, never mistake my discomfort for weakness-or you just might find out what my right hand can really do.”

The younger vampire threw his head back and laughed gaily. “And you probably think that I can’t take a light-hearted jab! Come now, Balthus, lighten up!”

“It’s ‘Captain’ to you, whelp,” Balthus snarled.

“As you wish, ‘Captain’.” His snarky tone was as irritating as a mosquito bite.

“Enough! We’ve been at this for over two days now, Mattison, and I tire of your insolence! We’re still nearly a week from Grayspire proper, and I tell you now, I refuse to listen to your snide commentary for the duration! Now, make yourself useful and keep an eye out for danger, you fool!”

Master Jakobus’ sharp reprimand immediately cowed his assistant, Mattison choosing to sulk quietly rather than argue. Grateful for the reprieve, Balthus gave the Master a look of gratitude and a barely-perceptible nod. Jakobus’ responding smile had been faint, but Balthus had seen it all the same. In his heart, he found himself feeling increasingly grateful for the Mage’s presence-for, around them, the landscape was becoming less friendly and welcoming all the time.

The terrain had given way from the softly-rolling hills, flat farmlands and lush groves of central Ralleah to the much rougher moors and rocky outcroppings which dominated large swaths of the Kingdom’s southern landscape. The dips and rises of the Kingsway became more pronounced over time, almost giving Balthus the feeling that he was cruising over a series of long, tall ocean waves. Granted, he’d only been to the ocean itself once (Ralleah being landlocked and all), but it still brought back clear memories of his sole trip to the M’zaeran coast during his early twenties. Three, but the sight of scantily-clad (and sometimes entirely nude) M’zaeran women prancing through the surf and lounging upon the warm sands near the water had been one to remember…

Yet here he was now, riding through the wet, gloomy gray of late winter toward what he feared might be doom itself. He didn’t like it one bit, though he felt a dirty hypocrite for feeling this way, seeing as he’d freely volunteered for the damnable mission in the first place. Was it paranoia? Perhaps it was just his soldiers’ intuition acting up (he wouldn’t allow himself to even entertain the possibility that it came down to simple fear of the unknown). No matter what the truth was, there was still so much uncertainty to contend with, especially after what he’d seen at the Fessely farmstead-and Balthus didn’t like uncertainty, no matter how skilled and capable he was. He would have to be even more careful than he usually was, that much was certain. But such was the life of a soldier: he was here to serve his Kingdom before anything else, and this was how he himself had chosen to do it. He wouldn’t cower or run, for he could never live with the shame of doing so. That was not it the Rallean Army’s way of doing things-and it certainly wasn’t his, either.

“You look worried, Balthus.”

The Captain started, snapping out of his worried funk. “What?”

The Master Mage sighed. “Something is clearly on your mind, Captain. Speak now, there is no need to hold your tongue. Such things are unhealthy, after all.”

“I-well, I was just thinking of my troopers,” Balthus admitted half-truthfully. üsküdar escort “Our mystery lunatics struck only scant miles from our Outpost, killing multiple innocents in the process, and while my people are perfectly capable-“

“Yet you still fear for their safety,” Jakobus finished for him with a nod. “It is only natural, Captain. All good leaders care for and worry about those who follow them, you know this. Tell me, do you trust your second-in-command?”

“Sergeant Lowell? Yes, absolutely. He’s a strong, capable man-chose him for the position myself, as a matter of fact.”

“Do your people trust him?”

“So far as I know, yes.”

“Then they will be fine, Balthus. They are stationed at an Outpost, after all, where they have walls, arms, and plenty of provisions. They have received extensive training from some of the finest commanders in the Western Kingdoms, and-most importantly of all-they have each other. Should any of our ‘mystery lunatics’, as you call them, show up at their gates, your people will either repel or outlast them-of this, I have the utmost confidence. Again, you know these things, though I understand that worry clouds your mind all the same.”

“It’s funny, you know,” Balthus said with a sigh and a wry smile, “because I told Sergeant Lowell the exact same thing before I left the Outpost, and yet here I am fretting over trained fighters like a nervous father. Still…”

“You cannot help but be concerned-again, I understand. But I insist that you try to not to think of it. Trust in your people, Balthus. They will still be there after this strange mess has been sorted.”

Balthus remained unconvinced, but thought better of expressing his misgivings. Jakobus was only trying to help, after all, and it would not do anyone-himself included-any good by arguing with the Mage. He decided to carry his worries on his own, and simply hope that nothing would go awry in his absence-as difficult a prospect as that was proving to be.

*****

Late morning eventually gave way to afternoon, and with the afternoon came more rain. The squalls were growing longer and more frequent the further south they journeyed, the chill of the wind working its’ way deeper and deeper into the Captain’s bones with each passing hour. He found himself almost beginning to envy the two vampires, in a way; one perk of being only technically among the living and closer to the dead, he thought, being largely impervious to the elements. At least they didn’t have to worry about catching their death of cold…

He pulled his traveling cloak in tight, the dampening cloth doing only the bare minimum required in order to warm his powerful body. The Sun seemed perpetually obscured behind dense, impenetrable clouds that seemed to mock his mere mortal’s flesh. What I wouldn’t give for my fireplace, my robe, and a mug full to the brim with strong M’zaeran black, he grumbled to himself. He wouldn’t complain out loud, though; he wasn’t about to give that sneering Master Mage’s assistant any more satisfaction than he already had.

Around the small party, the only sounds which penetrated the quiet took the form of the soft raindrops upon the stone slabs of the road, the rustling of the pale grasses which seemed to stretch away for eternity upon either side of it, and the ever-present low moaning of the wind. The irony had not escaped him in that conditions were exactly the same as they had been only a week before, when he’d stepped through the ruined doorway of the Fessely farmhouse and beheld the obscene and gory sights contained within it. And here he was, riding headlong into another mission that seemed almost certain to end in even more blood. The worry tacked to this feeling seemed very nearly palpable, Balthus had been thinking to himself as Master Jakobus called out some time later.

“The border is only a few miles from here,” the Master Mage said, suddenly pointing a long, slender, pale finger at an upcoming signpost, which stood tall to their right. “Yes, yes, I know precisely where we are.”

“You ready for what we might find, Jakobus?”

“That would require some level of clairvoyance, Balthus-one gift which I sadly do not possess. All I can do is remember what I know, and hope that it helps me kill my enemies before they kill me!”

Balthus smiled; the Mage’s dry sense of humor always seemed to bring it out of him. As they passed the weathered signpost, the Captain noted the sole arrow which jutted to the south read ‘Nocturne – 5’ in the bold, white lettering so typical of Western Kingdom signage. That was good; they were making progress, at any rate, even if the most dangerous part of the journey likely still lie ahead. Balthus could not help but slip his hand down to the hilt of his sword, just to make sure that it was still exactly where he needed it to be. Just in case, that’s what he’d always tell himself when he found himself performing one of these checks. gaziemir escort Just in case, that’s all.

The next five miles seemed to trickle by at a snail’s pace, but eventually they did find themselves approaching another sign, a modest one made from a dark, weather-worn plank with the words ‘Welcome to the Kingdom of Nocturne’ etched and painted upon its’ face. At its’ base was constructed what appeared to be a meager shrine constructed from pieces of rough stone and scrap wood, all of which had almost certainly been scavenged from the surrounding moors. It sported two crude shelves, the bottom of which was packed with a strange variety of objects. They included a number of wilting flowers, various coins, as well as a small collection of stoppered bottles and vials filled with what appeared to be blood, though Balthus did not care to stop and examine them more closely.

Poised on the shelf above this odd collection of trinkets stood a small, yet surprisingly magnificent objet d’art: a solid stone carving of what appeared to be a tightly-coiled, horned viper, its’ head reared back as if preparing to strike. It had been painstakingly, meticulously, and lovingly carved; every detail had been delicately etched into its’ surface by some unknown master sculptor who had clearly been willing to take their time. Balthus, upon peering more closely at the statuette as they made their approach, noticed that there were even a pair of lush green emeralds embedded into the thing’s eye sockets, giving it an air of both grace and menace. Packed onto the shelf around this strangely beautiful effigy were a series of small animal skulls-taken from local rodents, by the look of them.

“Not often is it that I see shrines to Balugar-Soth, living in Ralleah,” Jakobus mused. “What do you say, Balthus? Leave a coin for luck?”

“I’m surprised no one’s ransacked this thing,” the Captain replied, “shrine or not. Anyway, I’m not a worshipper of the Forked One.”

The vampire laughed softly. “It’s considered blasphemous among his faithful to disturb, let alone steal from, even the most humble altars of the Forked One. Best you remember the people down this way take that belief to heart, friend. You get caught pocketing a coin left to the Serpent and you’re liable to catch a beating-if not a knife to your gut.”

“I wasn’t going to-“

“I know you weren’t, Captain; I merely meant to inform, not accuse or condemn. But you ought to leave a coin all the same; the Nocturnals say that Balugar-Soth watches over and brings luck to all folk who pay their respects to him, regardless of their personal religious affiliations.”

“Surprisingly saint-like for a spirit said to take the form of a venomous killer,” the Captain muttered. All the same, he found himself slowing Halberd’s pace as they came level with the shrine, whereupon he popped open a small satchel on his belt and began to fish through it.

“Never took you for the superstitious type, Balthus,” sneered Mattison, before having to steer his horse back onto the stone road after it had begun to wander. Balthus smiled internally; the lad still couldn’t master his beast, and it always brought him just a twinge of satisfaction to see the brat struggle.

“Seeing as you know next to nothing about me, lad, that isn’t exactly a surprise.” The burly, bearded Rallean finally found what he was looking for and held it up for a closer look-yes, that was it, all right. He leaned over just a little bit in his saddle and, with one deliberate motion, pitched the single Ren coin onto the lower shelf of the makeshift altar just before they passed it by.

“Who knows,” Balthus said with a shrug, righting himself in his saddle and looking over at Jakobus with a grin, “maybe the Forked One’ll throw us a bone, keep us from getting necked out here.”

“We can hope, Captain,” smiled the Mage.

Sparing one last look over his shoulder at the strange setup, Balthus Crick almost fooled himself into believing that the ominous effigy’s jeweled eyes had been following him. Or maybe he was just imagining things. He didn’t really want to know either way.

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“Why a snake?”

“Pardon?”

“I said, why is Balugar-Soth depicted as a snake? I know he’s supposed to be the patron of vampires, werewolves, and all other meta-humans, but what do snakes have to do with it?”

They were now at least fifteen miles into Nocturne, and their surroundings were again morphing around them. Thick crops of tall trees-primarily redwoods, pines, beeches, and cedars-seemed to creep closer and closer to the stones of the Kingsway with every mile they traveled. The sharp, jagged outcroppings of stone, which had been so common a sight back in Copper Hills, now seemed to number far fewer-or perhaps they had simply been swallowed up by the encroaching trees. Lastly, their visibility had been slowly worsening due to the encroachment of the seemingly ever-present sancaktepe escort mists which hung over the land of Nocturne throughout most of the year. Only in the warmest of summer months did it ever disperse, Balthus had heard folk say, and even then it wasn’t by much. Because of this, he had found himself worrying-just a little-about whether or not they would be able to see any would-be assailants coming.

“It’s not that Balugar-Soth quite literally possesses the appearance of a snake,” Jakobus said. “After all, the Forked One is not a corporeal being. No one can possibly know for certain what he looks like.”

“Obviously not.”

“What I mean when say that, friend, is that the viper avatar is nothing more than one of many worldly interpretations of Balugar-Soth. Some have depicted him as an arachnid, or even a great winged bat. Others still imagine him as a cloaked and hooded old man carrying a two-pronged staff, ceaselessly wandering the least-trodden pathways of the world while spreading cunning, wisdom, and comfort to those who would believe. The serpent specifically, however? I can only tell you what I have read.”

“And what is it you have read?”

“The tomes I have studied concerning the various faiths of the Western Kingdoms,” began Jakobus, “claim that the image of the serpent was born of the hated status that the vampire and the werewolf once held throughout much of the world. Treated as paragons of danger and death who preyed on the unwary, they lived on the fringes and dwelt in the shadows-“

“Much like a snake,” Balthus finished with a knowing nod.

“Yes, precisely! Thus, the image of their God in the form of a serpent was born from the minds of Balugar-Soth’s earliest worshippers. He was viewed by many of our more ‘civil’-minded ancestors as a God of outcasts, a patron of chaos who watched over the monstrous, the wicked, and the insane while simultaneously seeking to subvert and destroy whose who worshipped the so-called ‘kinder’ Gods. The serpent imagery, as I’m sure you can imagine, did nothing to improve matters.”

“That seems…extreme,” Balthus replied with a frown. “I have known people to be wary of Balugar-Soth; those who would call him unpredictable and dangerous to treat with, but I did not realize that he had once been so reviled.”

The Mage waved a hand dismissively. “What I speak of is largely ancient history. My kind, who once prayed so desperately to the Forked One for safety and sustenance, are no longer condemned or hunted by society at large. Nor are the lycanthropes, or those who practice magic-yes, my friend, it is a lesser-known fact that the Forked One was once considered to be their chief guardian as well, back when magic users were shunned by everyday folk as wicked and crazed madmen who sought only to make themselves wealthy and omnipotent through the power of the Divine.”

“I had no idea.”

“Ah, I do so love to educate others,” Jakobus replied with a sly grin, his amber eyes seeming to pierce into the Captain’s very flesh. “Truly, few things bring me such joy in life.”

“Then I must bring you more joy than anyone else alive,” Mattison quipped from the Mage’s opposite side.

“You might,” grumbled Jakobus, rolling his eyes, “if only you would shed your insufferable attitude.”

“So Balugar-Soth is not evil, despite what I’ve heard a few of my more superstitious countrymen claim,” Balthus said, trying to change the subject.

“Yes, I can confidently claim that the Forked One is not a malignant figure; merely an intimidating, enigmatic, and oft-misunderstood one-at least, to those who live beyond Nocturne’s borders. In fact, had I been raised here, I’m certain that I would have been a follower myself.”

Balthus laughed. “But you weren’t, and you worship those ‘kinder’ Gods you mentioned as a result, is that it?”

“Many people throughout this land would be quick to disagree with you, Balthus. That viewpoint was born mostly of simple ignorance and prejudice. The Nocturnals would tell you that the Forked One has been very kind to them, made them strong-as merely surviving in a land as unforgiving as this is a feat unto itself. And that, for most Nocturnals, is enough. Like I said, Balugar-Soth is no wicked deity, merely misunderstood by those who do not follow his ways.” He paused, smiling slyly at his companion. “You did give of your own coin back at that shrine, though-perhaps the Forked One will keep an eye on us for it.”

“I did it more out of respect than actual belief,” Balthus grumbled, adjusting his sword in his belt.

“A figure like Balugar-Soth cares not why you did it, I don’t believe-merely that you do it at all.”

Balthus glanced warily around, half-expecting to see a hunched, robed figure clutching a two-pronged staff staring at him from within the shadow of a tall tree. While he observed nothing of the sort, he still couldn’t shake the feeling that, somewhere in the Aether beyond their world, the strange serpent God was chuckling at him. He was certainly no longer in the land of the Three-hopefully, his simple act of giving had been enough for this Kingdom’s alien deity to grant them safe passage. Though, when it came down to it, Balthus concluded that he’d rather trust in his sword arm before he’d consider depending on any sort of freak divine intervention.

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Honestly I’m a bit lost with this series at the moment, don’t know where I’m taking the characters, the ship, the universe it self. Hopefully I wont make a lot of filler episodes!

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I was always lucky, to have somebody to wake up next to. The feel of a warm, soft skin against mine, was always having an effect on me. But waking up, and having it the first feeling of the day is always a good start for me. Feeling Yang’s super fit body next to me was… a bit weird? I’m more used to, women snuggle to me, or at least try to cuddle. But she was just laying there. Always trying to move away from me, the closer I got, and only allowed me to put an arm over her.

After a while I stopped trying and got up. Internal clock told me it was 6 AM, almost an hour before, I should have woken up. Decided to put on my jumpsuit, and went for an early breakfast. My shift didn’t start until 9 o’clock, so this morning Veronica was the one who prepared the food for the early risers. Those who missed breakfast, they got energy bars, which gave enough vitamins and energy to last at least, until dinner.

Had my favourite: English breakfast! Waking up with Yang and now this? Could not have a better start! Veronica and I idly chatted, planning the meals for the following week. She always was a happy girl with lots of smiles, but this morning she was even flirting with me, which was surprising. For almost two week nothing from her but, now she was all touchy feely. It was confusing.

“What about some salmon? We didn’t served fish for at least a week. We could use some of the lemons too, that just grow! ” As she was saying this, she sat down next to me, one of her hand on my leg, other taking notes.

“Sure, the classic Garlic Lemon butter salmon maybe?”

“Okay… look wanted to talk with you about, what happened 2 weeks back.”

“Oh? I thought we agreed to wait until you spoke with Hope?

“We did talk. She said she saw us! That you knew too, why you didn’t tell me!?” I saw that she was angry and also disappointed. I was busted, and sort of felt bad for not letting her know.

“Sorry, but I thought I should let the two of you deal with that one.”

“I was so embarrassed! You are lucky Hope took it well!”

“What did she said?”

“Well, she was okay with it actually. She said it was bound to happen. I thought she was gonna be, super jealous or something, but she just said….” She cut the sentence there, and got this embarrassed look with a blush. I know that reaction!

“What did she said, Veronica?”

“That we can do it anytime…” she murmured, barely audible. I couldn’t help but have a big smile.

“Great, I am glad you two worked it out so well!”

“You are not off the hook sir! It was so embarrassing! No more sex out in public!”

“Oh? So there will be more?” I said smiling, placing my hand on her thigh.

“Oh god.” She sighed. ” I should really punish you! And you are also taking Yang to your bed!”

“Now how do you now that?” This was an important moment. The first time the girls faced the whole polygamy thing openly to me.

“Hannah, one of the pilots? She said Yang was not in her room again during the night. Not hard to figure out, you having the only free bed space. You and Emily of course. But she is taking Sasha recently in to her bedroom!”

“How did this become a sitcom? Everybody is starting to switch with everybody. But than I guess, it’s normal. They did assign us, and we did not choose with whom we sleep.”

“It’s great! So many gossips” And with that she was back to her cheery self, talking about all the switches and romances. Apparently everybody started to be more open about sex. Even the first threesome already happened, and I wasn’t on it! Missed the opportunity, I guess.

“Anyway, we weren’t the first one caught playing naughty! Gala said she saw you and Sabella too! Lucky for you they also managed to talk it out. But we should really punish you now!”

“Nope! Everything worked out! Besides I am not really into receiving, the punishment. You on the other hand…” I started going higher on her thighs, and leaned in, nibbling her ear, my other hand straight to her boobs.

” Oh god! Please, I don’t want to get caught again!”

“Nobody is up yet.” Whit that I started to zip down her jumpsuit, and reached in between her legs. Only a white cotton pantie was in my way now. “You haven’t answered though. Would you like that? If I spanked you maybe?”

I just got a shiver and a big moan from her. I was already stroking lightly her clit, kissing her neck. Enjoyed being a bit predatory, especially, after last nights love making zonguldak escort with Yang.

“Hmm, would you like that? Or maybe some bondage will get you going more?”

Again no answer, just the shakes and and moans. I remembered her comment about anal too. Wetted one finger with her juices, and went down, gently stroking her anus. But I wanted more, so I positioned one finger at her asshole and one at her pussy, and pushed in the same time, when I pushed my tongue down her mouth, penetrating her 3 places at once.

She just hugged me as much as she could, moaning to my mouth shaking and came for me, almost immediately. The shakes didn’t stop until a minute or so. When it was finally over I extracted my fingers from her, but hold her through her afterglow.

“How did you know” She asked.

“About what?”

“That I am into the kinda stuff? I didn’t tell anybody, and never even tried, only alone a few times.”

“Back home, the 2 weeks before departure? They placed cameras in everybody’s room. They wanted to construct profiles for me, so I knew how to handle the crew. They caught you doing some self bondage.” I smiled apologetically.

“Oh god, really!?” She was beet red, and started crying.

“It’s okay, only one person saw it. And she said she enjoyed it very much!” I winked at her, than said “Well I saw it too!”

“You did!? OH god!!!” And she just broke in to, total crying. I felt bad about, all the teasing finally, so I just held her and comforted her. After a while she got herself together, and I started dressing her up. Cleaned her face up too with tissues. She was like a little girl again.

“It’s okay, nothing wrong, that you are in to that kinda stuff. And I already saw a lot of you! I just got a delicious preview!” At least that got her chuckle a bit.

“Wait! Does that mean you have videos of the other girls too?”

“Yeah, they were really creepy about it, they even put cameras in the toilets! I didn’t watch everything though. Actually I saw only your video, because the women said I really should watch it. The rest I was just too creeped out.”

“And nobody else saw it right?” Glad she was a bit back to herself again.

“Yes, nobody else. You know… I still got it?” I said with a naughty thought.

“What!? Please delete it! I don’t need that kind of embarrassment existing!”

“I don’t know, I enjoyed it. Rewatched it a couple of times. I think we really should show it to some of the girls, help you find a playmate!”

“Please don’t! Do you really want to do this? Me begging you? You blackmailing me?” She was looking at me with big puppy eyes, but she was actually fidgeting around! She was excited about the idea!

“Say the words Veronica!”

She was looking down, and murmured something. Then on the second try she gave in.

“Please don’t show the video to anyone! I will do anything for you.”

My dick jumped a little hearing those words. I felt bad for the blackmailing, but I was never gonna do it anyway, and I hope she knew that too.

“I need you to come to my room tonight, and bring your two favourite sex toys. We are gonna have a fun night together then.”

“You will brake me, I think.”

After that we were interrupted by Yang. Thats going to be interesting. Veronica’s smell was still in the air and she hadn’t fixed her hair yet. The jumpsuit wasn’t fully zipped, and a tissue as the final telltale sign. Yang stopped mid stride, then continued and set next to me on my other side.

“Good morning. Is it early for breakfast yet?” She asked Veronica, breaking the awkwardness.

Veronica jumped up and took Yang’s order, and went to the kitchen preparing the meal. Once she was out of earshot Yang asked:

“I think I can smell her, Max. Did you do her already?” There wasn’t any anger or poison in her words. Just curiosity.

“I pleasured her, if thats what you mean.”

“Oh. Like me?”

“Not quite, I don’t know yet if you like it that way yet.” I knew anal isn’t for everybody, so I kept my self back until the girls came forward with it. I smiled and turned to her finally. God her body was tight! Especially after Veronica’s normal, average build. ” Does it bother you?”

“It’s weird…but I think I’m fine as long as I get some too.” She said it with a hint of blush, which was highly unusual.

“Meaning to ask: Do you want to spend every night with me now? I’m fine with it but, might get complicated if the others… well you know.”

“If you start fucking the others? Sure, I wont try to make us exclusive.” She said it with a smile. She didn’t seem angry or poisonous. “But I do bursa escort want repeats! Last night was fun! My grandmothers always said: the first time, I wont enjoy it, but I totally did!”

“Yeah, not that many women got to orgasm on their first go.” I didn’t see behind me, but Veronica came back with Yang’s food. She was blushing too, probably heard us. Typical to Yang, she didn’t show any embarrassment, and started to eat her bread vegetables and cold meat.

“Did you come the first time you had sex, Veronica?” I asked the Irish girl. I thought silent awkwardness wont help us here. She only murmured a “you know I did” and went back to the kitchen. That was fun.

“So you did do her!”

“Yeah, but 2 weeks ago only.”

“So who else?”

“Well, fooled around with Sabella. But didn’t ‘do’ her.”

“You are surprisingly timid. I thought this ship would, become orgy express into 2 weeks.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry, some of the girls are almost there already.”

I smiled, said my goodbye’s and went on for my day. Prepared some light lunches, and a bigger dinner. Also did the usual evening exercise. That was fun! The girls were defiantly more playful now. Asking to show some particularly interesting poses, making them band over. I allowed my self to be more touchy too, running my fingers through thighs, backs, stomachs…I was in heaven to say the least. Luckily I didn’t get any jealousy from anyone particularly. Looks like sex and romance is more and more in the air. I saw a lot more hand holdings and kisses, and general honeymoon phased couples.

I tried to note down who was with whom, but once I saw Sasha, Grace and Ashley all giving kisses to each other, I decided there is no point. I also got some alone time, so went in to the gym for some practice rounds, made sure mine was the top score, and than back to my room to take a shower. Veronica was late, so I read some, while I waited for her.

About 10 o’clock she knocked timidly, and I let her in. She was holding a small bag, and was blushing around, checking my room for the first time.

“Wow your place is much better than ours! And you have your own bathroom!” She exclaimed, checking out all the features. ” Is the captains room also this good?”

“It is exactly the same as mine. She even has the computer like mine. Only the bridge has these puppies.” These computers were the best humanity could produce. Through them you could actually control the ship, ran multiple simulations at once, and even make complicated calculations, like plotting a course through a asteroid field.

“… I brought, what you asked.” She said quietly. With that she produced a chrome vibrator from the bag, but I haven’t seen one like this before. It was u shaped, one end felt smooth and silky, the other end a bit rougher, and actually was designed to push out a little, than back.

“Interesting, never seen one like this before.”

“The model’s name is Mirage. The smooth part is the vibrating part, that goes on to my clit… and the rougher part goes in me, and specifically designed to stimulate my g-spot. Best part about it you don’t need your hand to use it, once you placed it in. Back home it didn’t do it for everyone, but for me this is my favourite. It gets me from 0 to 100 in 2 minutes. Sometimes less.” Veronica was blushing deeply, while saying this, but was also excited showing of her toy. Indeed I could imagine it being very efficient for a lot of woman.

“Cool! So where is the other one?” I made her bring two of her favourite toys, and the small bag was empty. I got a – what was to become my favourite thing about Veronica- big blush.

“It is already in use… it’s my favourite butt plug.” She was fidgeting a little when she said that. Lord this woman was amazing.

“Alright then, strip for me.” She gave me her toy and started to undress, quite sheepishly, but still it got me to a semi-hard state already. I was sitting on the bad, when the jumpsuit was gone and only a cute thong with hearts on it stayed. For that she turned around, and bent over a little and pulled it down. And as she promised, in there was glistening again a heart shaped, white butt plug. This was going to be a fun night!

I stood up and undressed to, bit more unceremoniously. Enjoyed her, staring at my hard dick, while I appreciated her body too. She kept in good shape, after all I was the one who put her diet together, and looked after her exercise. Her breast medium size, smoothie skin with average build. Her red bush flaming at me. After a while she reached over, and gently took hold of my cock in one hand, and malatya escort the other cupping my balls.

“Before we departed I always fantasised about the real dick. You know back home real life-like dildos got really popular, to the extent of a complete ejaculation system, built in heater, even ones like auto adjusting for your vaginas size. Yours is just a little bigger, than the one that took shape at home.”

“You left it?”

“Yeah I thought, why should I take it, when I will have the real thing with me.” With that she kneeled down, and started lightly kissing my head. “You know I practiced a lot of fellatio, once I saw your picture, and read through your profile. You can practice, fucking with a toy and enjoy it. But sucking a dick is quite selfless, you know? Normally its not something you do alone, because it doesn’t give you pleasure. But I wanted to be ready for you. I read so many articles, on how to do it. I wanted to pleasure you any way I could.”

She took me in my mouth and steadily went down on me with no hands. I felt her throat, than passed that too. Soon I was literally balls deep in her mouth. It was the best feeling, so snug and warm and wet. Only slightly worse than an actual pussy. She started bobbing her had up and down, using her hands only on my balls. I could stayed like that forever. Soon though I changed things up. Told her to spread her legs and use the vibrator. I lied down on the bed and she went back to serving my dick. I heard a click and a slight buzzing noise started. She was quivering immediately.

Very soon she was shaking, and I heard a squelching noise, and with that she came, and she came hard. I don’t think it was more the 3 minutes. She laid her head on my thighs and pulled out a wrenched vibrator.

“Wow, you get this wet all the time?”

“Usually, when its hitting my g-spot. I need special sheets, if you are playing around there!”

“Noted. Let me get up.”

I went to the drawer where I prepared the ropes, and I borrowed a ball gag from the equipment room earlier. “Now, little Veronica, I’m going to enjoy your body truly. Lie down on your back.”

She was shaking actually, and couldn’t produce a single word, while I secured her hands, quite tight to the bed’s frame. I also spread her legs, pulled them up, and tied them to her secure hands. While I was doing this, she was shaking, moaning, her eyes showing a lot of lust, but also some fear. I didn’t want to comfort her yet. A little fear did a lot to her lust in this position. Her pussy was literally dripping, both from the cum earlier, and the new situation. I put the ball gag into her mouth, but not before I kissed her deep.

Whit her silenced somewhat, I started to feel her body up, playing with her nipples, even biting them lightly. My hands roamed her frame, her thighs, sometime circling around the butt plug, lightly touching her clit. With my mouth I started whispering things, and playing with her earlobe.

“You are mine! I will do this to you every week if I can help it. You will come to me obediently, and offer yourself to me. If I’m not here you will tie yourself down and wait, an entire night if you have to! And I will do all those things to you, which you fantasise about, and more!”

With that I positioned myself between her legs, and pushed in to a very wet pussy. She gave out a big moan, having a small orgasm. I didn’t stop, started pumping with quite the force. She was shaking, and drooling constantly. Her pussy gave quite the wet sounds, and it was gripping and pulsating around my dick. I felt the butt plug lightly pushing back at me through her walls.

She was in heaven, her eyes glazed and unfocused. After a while, when she wasn’t orgasming constantly, I reached for the vibrator, and place it over her clit. I slowed down a little bit, and put a pillow under her ass. This way, my dick was hitting her g-spot constantly. I turned on the chrome toy, and she jumped, tried to get away but couldn’t. I was very close but tried to held back as long as possible.

Once I saw her eyes turn up, and a very big moan started from her, I blasted her inner walls. She had a huge orgasm, all wet, and drooling from both her mouth and her pussy, shaking, not thrashing, trying to get away from the toy. I spared her, and turned it off. Her muscles were spasming everywhere, gripping my dick. It was amazing for both of us. I pulled out of her, and a lot of juices drilled down coating her butt plug and asshole. I finally untied her, and took the ball gag away. She just cuddled up to me, occasionally spasming a little, and sighing a lot. After a while she fell asleep. I quickly, but as gently I could, cleaned her sex with tissues, as well as myself, and went to sleep. We both had a very long and satisfying rest.

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Thanks for reading this chapter. By the end of it I decided where I will take this story, and have a general plan, on how to continue. Hopefully wont be many delays.

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Back by popular demand… As in, someone commented on it and asked when chapter 2 was coming out, so I decided to get my ass in gear. See. Pays to comment. I always wanted to continue this story and now i think i have a wicked idea where its going. I hope you love this chapter as much as I loved writing it.

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The Comet — Part 2

Some say that before the comet came the world was a mess. There were wars, people starved, and the government was… You know what, let’s talk about something else. My point is that things weren’t nearly as nice as they are now.

Women can be the strong sexual creatures they truly are and explore their most ridiculously raunchy pleasures without fear of anyone passing judgement.

Social classes aren’t nearly as big a deal anymore, wars are almost unheard of, and religion is pretty strait forward as well. Just about everyone worships the comet as a symbol of the one true goddess who brought forth peace and tranquility spurting forth from the glistening knob of her divine cock. I’m not devout by any means by the way, but I do attend the monthly bar-b-que and orgy. Nothing goes better with smoked ribs than a butthole full of warm cum.

Freedoms are much more apparent in our society as well. We were all brought together in a special way by the comet and the first worldwide government was formed. There’s a council of about twenty gorgeous women who decide our laws and ensure our society remains strong. If I didn’t mention already, it bares repeating. They are sooooo fucking hot. My district’s representative is a blonde Valkyrie cock goddess that stands six foot three in heels with a sexy little flat top cut and a beautiful cock and balls that will take your breath away. They sure did mine. I was lucky enough to meet her at our last election. My throat is still sore from the backstage face pounding she gave me.

As a society we’ve evolved beyond the petty things of our past and come together as a sisterhood of sexually uninhibited women who care for one another and share in each others bodies and lives. We’ve even got a thriving colony on the moon now, and the one on mars is taking applications. I am a little curious what a swinging cock looks like in zero gravity. Hmmmm.

All that aside, we have a lot more freedoms now than humanity has ever had in its past. Personally, I never feel more free than on my morning run. Being out in the sun and feeling the wind in my pretty blonde hair as I sprint through our local park is thrilling, especially when I have an audience. I have a reputation for being a hometown hero of sorts. My long legs, bouncy titties, and world class ass are a treat to watch. I know that sounds narcissistic, but I’ll have to live with that, I guess. I know I’m hot and I love to show it off.

Butterfield Park is my favorite place to get in my morning routine. Long paths through wooded trails and plenty of swimming spots, tennis, and basketball courts dotted throughout make it a popular spot for other girls who love to play outdoors. There’s something about sporty girls that always gets me hard. You can have a hard body and still be soft and sexy.

As I set out on my run, I made sure I had all my most delicious charms on full display. My raunchy lover Carlie had recently bought me a whole new outfit to frame my curves and I had to admit she knew how to shop. The tiny little pink and white G-string bottoms were particularly cute; barely enough material to coddle my heavy cock and balls while leaving just a hint of my dirty-girl peaking from the sides and a tiny little shoestring deeply sunken between my cheeks, the material rubbing against my puckered butthole with every stride I took. The bottoms provided enough support to keep my big cock from swinging wildly as I ran while still allowing her to wobble from side to side between my thighs in a yummy display. The string was easily pulled aside for buttfucking access as well.

In addition to my naughty little bottoms, I wore my cutest white and pink running shoes and a hot little white cotton halter top. The material was sheer enough that just a hint of sweat made it nearly transparent and revealed my fat nipples and pie-plate areolae. Written across the front in big pink bubble letters was the nickname “CUM DUMP.” My coach at school had given the name to me. She’s a hot-blooded Latina babe with a rocking bod herself, and our first day of training together took place off the track and in the back of her minivan. She must have dumped six loads up my butt before she was done with me. She’s very demanding.

As I ran, my big milk-tanks were jumping and bouncing on full display. I had my hair pulled back in a bushy ponytail and my long legs were just beginning to show a slick sheen of sweat as I rounded the lake and approached the basketball courts. The warmth of summer on my face and the chirp of birds in the trees made bahçelievler escort me smile. I felt so happy and at one with the world. The only thing I was missing was a nice fat cock bullying my butthole. Thankfully, nature provides.

I always take a pause near the ball courts. There’s this little fountain I like to sip from mid-way through my run that overlooks the main basketball court. More often than not there are local girls playing there. This day was no different.

I love my Carlie. I wanna put that out there before I go on. While concepts like monogamy are a distant memory in our world, there are girls you totally click with. She and I are on the same level and making love with her is as close to heaven as I can imagine. Her bronze Latina skin and long perfect legs are perfection to me. There isn’t an inch of her inside or out that I don’t know by flavor and touch. I just sleep better with her perfect cock snuggled up between my cheeks. We love one another. Nothing can come between us. That being said…

As I made my way to my little water fountain, I couldn’t help but notice a trio of tall beautiful black girls playing on the court together. They looked like fucking thoroughbreds, horse cock and all.

I played it off like I hadn’t noticed them as they stopped their game and glanced my way. Each of them was close to six foot and wearing tiny little tops that struggled to keep their chocolate melons from popping out. Tight fitting lycra short shorts conformed to the length of their massive ebony dicks and balls; beautiful shafts of pleasure tucked down the inside of their thighs beneath the fabric. Their booties were out of this world as well. Whatever the Goddess’s plan for us is, she most certainly intended for black girls’ rear ends to play a huge part in it. Their asses were borderline obscene. The way their shorts conformed to their ethnic rears made my dick twitch in my G-string.

Not one to pass up on an opportunity to show off, I made my way to the water fountain as if I hadn’t noticed them. I was playing coy as they took my glistening body in and nudged one another to take in the view. Bending over to sip my cool drink I arched my back for them, parting my legs enough for my cheeks to separate and the crinkled pink of my fuck-opening to peek out from around the tiny string of my bottoms. I heard them groan as I showed my asshole off, letting my cloth coddled balls and cock dangle beneath it as I lapped at the water like a thirsty kitty. My muscles are well trained, so I’m sure they loved it when I puffed and puckered my butthole at them.

I felt them coming closer and held my ground, my shoulders up with my belly down so my lines were on full display as they stepped right up to me and admired my pose. They didn’t even speak before I felt soft fingers caressing the naked flesh of my big bottom, running over my skin as if claiming it. I rose slightly from my drink and glanced back, taking them in as they grinned back at me.

I didn’t know any of them, despite my frequent runs in the park. They may have known me from my reputation though, since they were grinning brightly at me as they fondled my flesh as if I was a beloved pet. Soft fingers slid under my top to massage the juicy mounds of my titties as pretty nails ran down my spine and over my hips, tickling me as I was explored.

“You like playin ball, Boo?” One of the girls asked. She had this adorable little aphro and big soulful brown eyes. As she asked, she slipped one thumb into the waistband of her bottoms and eased them down, tugging her big black cock out and laying it over my hip. She was fucking huge, still soft, and her knob was already leaking with sugary pre as a little river of her heat trailed over my cheek and down my leg. “We need us a fourth for a real game.”

“Be good, Nita.” Another of the girls spoke. This one had her head shaved down to peach fuzz that suited her high cheek bones and full lips. She had big brown eyes that locked on mine as she ran a finger down the length of my upper arm. “Don’t wanna scare her off. Maybe she like runnin more than being caught. That true, Sugar? You gonna stay and play, or run away?”

I couldn’t be grinning wider as I rose up and turned to face them. As I did, they stepped in close and pinned my bottom against the stone lip of the drinking fountain surrounding me on all sides with hot black bodies and the heavy scent of their growing lust. As I faced them, I reached right out and took hold of Nita’s big dick as I used the fingers of my free hand to tug at the material of Miss Peach Fuzz’s shorts to bring her in closer. Her name was CeeCee, by the way. The alpha of the group.

“She’s so fucking hot, CeeCee.” The third girl spoke at last. She had corn rows and wicked blue eyes that were as rare as they were hypnotic. “You’re Eden Summers, ain’t you? I seen you run lots of times. Fuckin pump my dick while watchin you. You bağcılar escort built fo booty-love, Baby.”

“Then you know I could outrun you all if I wanted to.” I teased. I reached out to CeeCee and slid my hand around her waist, pulling her in close so the fat lycra bulge of her dick was nestled up against the length of my own pretty prick. “Not going anywhere though. I think a little basketball would be fun.”

CeeCee smiled at me. I could feel her pulse through the meat of that gorgeous cock and taste the sweetness of her breath as she stared me down. Nita leaned in and began to kiss on my neck as they shared me, and I finally got the other girl’s name as she snuggled up on my free side and began to frot her hot dick against my naked thigh. Whitney was adorable. I wanted to hold her by the ends of her corn rows and bust her tight little black asshole for days. They were all to fucking gorgeous to rank. Thankfully I was set to get my fill of each one in turn.

“We was just about to have us a game of ‘RawDog.'” CeeCee said. She was so close to me I could taste every word she spoke, the heat of her breath on my lips made me so fucking hot inside and the temptation to gobble on her big juicy lips was overpowering. “You know the rules?”

“You can teach me.” I purred, my fingers tugging up and down the length of Nita’s big naked dick as the girls continued to pet me from all angles. Not to be outdone, cute little Corn Rowed Whitney peeled her shorts down under her apple-sized nuts and guided my free hand to her meat. With a cock in each hand and my fingers working them at my sides, CeeCee had free reign to handle my body as she pleased. I smiled at her as she ran her hands up under my top and pushed the material along with them, groping my big tits as she humped her dick into mine.

“Real simple.” CeeCee grinned. “Whoever got the ball makes her shot, then she choses who goes next to copy her shot. Gotta make it in the same way and standing in the same spot or the girl who made the shot first wins a letter. R.A.W.D.O.G. whoever spell out RawDog first, wins.”

“Gotta tell her the other part.” Whitney said, a wicked little devil’s grin on her face.

“Gotta have consequences.” CeeCee said. She stared deeply into my eyes with this evil little smirk. “Once you make your shot, if the girl you choose makes hers, then she gets a twenty. If she misses, you get a twenty.”

“Twenty?” I asked, by now a lot more interested in how we were groping one another than a game of basketball.

“Twenty strokes, Boo.” Nita whispered in my ear, tugging my lobe with her teeth and giggling as she pulled it and let it snap back once she let go. “You make your shot and the girl you choose misses, you get to RawDog her pucker for twenty strokes, hard and nasty as you like. She make her shot though, and your booty gets it; twenty strokes, RawDog, right up that fine pink ass. Mid court buttfuckin.”

I thought I was gonna cum right on the spot. Suddenly basketball didn’t sound so bad at all.

Now I should mention here that fucking in public isn’t exactly legal. We do live in a society after all, and if everyone could just walk around with their big dicks swinging and mount up with whoever they chose at any time everything would descend into chaos. Not saying it wouldn’t be a fucking awesome kinda chaos, but we’d never get anything done. The punishment for getting caught doing what we were doing wasn’t all that horrible. A fine and possibly a night in our local lock up was the worst that could happen. Point of fact, I’d spent more than my share of nights at the sheriff’s mercy. I got a punch card. Two more visits and I get a plaque.

We started our game by losing the bottoms. I could hardly contain my lust as the girls all stepped out of their shorts and three of the biggest juiciest black dicks I had ever seen swung heavily into view. CeeCee was the biggest at almost two full feet of wrist-thick black stove-pipe cock, but the other girls weren’t much smaller. My own dirty gurl is a respectable 18 inches when she’s fat and hungry, but I wasn’t near as big as them.

Since I was the new girl on court, CeeCee let me go first. She stepped right up to me, that gorgeous black prick of hers dangling at half-mast as a string of cock-milk drooled from her knob onto the court at her feet. She handed me the basketball and gave me a wicked smile.

I’m an athlete. I run like the wind and swim like a dolphin when I am in the mood. Basketball is not my game however, so I took up a position for an easy shot and bit my lower lip as I let go of the ball and said a little prayer. Didn’t wanna look like a newbie in front of my possie. When I saw the ball swish through the net like I was an absolute boss, I cheered, bouncing up and down. My big titties were dancing with victory as I choose CeeCee to copy my shot.

I watched with bated breath as CeeCee struck a pose and sunk her shot ümraniye escort with ease. She turned to face me, licking her lips as she stepped up. Her big black cock was rock hard as she reached out for me, tenderly placing her hand on my shoulder and turning me to face away. I let her guide me, glancing back over my shoulder into her pretty brown eyes as she placed a hand on my naked hip and I bent forward for her, hands on my knees and arching in invitation for the punishment I had earned.

I felt the knob of her sopping wet cock at my opening for half a second before her hand tightened on my shoulder and she slammed into me. I knew it was coming, and I deserved it for being such a dirty little bitch, but I couldn’t help but yelp out loud as she speared me with that monstrous black dick.

Her huge nuts swung up and crushed against my own as she impaled me, and without giving me a moment to get used to her size she began to rail me like a wanton whore right on the spot. Twenty strokes doesn’t sound like much until you realize it’s being delivered by two foot long black battering ram right up your unprepared shit-pipe. I was howling as she raped me, titties dancing as she had her way.

By about the fourth or fifth stroke, my little asshole began to realize what she was being given and quickly adapted to welcome what she was being offered. By stroke ten I was grunting, groaning, and twisting my ass to push back and get more of that big black cock. Fuck, it felt good! So much greased ebony flesh being stuffed into me over and over again; so fucking primal and beautiful. I couldn’t help but cum.

By the twentieth stroke my cock was slopping ropes of thick seed onto the court between my feet. The other girls laughed and cheered as they saw me unload my pent-up spunk, my own big dick arching and throwing it’s juices as CeeCee rode me through her victory lap. My whole body was shaking as she seated herself in me to the balls on the twentieth stroke, holding my ass in her hands and kissing my neck and shoulders as she let me finish my cum.

“Hope you got more of that creamy sweetness in you, Boo.” Nita said. She stepped up and caressed my face as she glanced down at the pint of cum I had blown on the ground. “Shame to waste such sweet honey.”

I grinned as CeeCee pulled out of me, kissing my shoulder once more as she left my gaping hole spasming and drooling with a good amount of her pre-cum. I stood, blushing as Nita openly handled my wet dick, coating her fingers in my spunk before bringing them to her lips to taste my flavor.

“Don’t worry about me.” I purred. “I cum buckets. Got plenty to fill each of your steamy little black assholes before we’re done.”

The girls giggled. We were having so much fun, and I knew I would be getting their numbers before we were done. I was already imagining a get together with all three, my sexy Carlie, and maybe my little sister if she was good. With my mom dating a gorgeous black woman, I was sure to develop a chocolate addiction. Made sense to keep a few snacks around.

CeeCee had won her ‘R’ and RawDoged my ass like a true champion, so she got the choice of who went next. She passed the ball to Whitney and I watched as my sexy Corn Rowed Cutie took a step off to one corner of the court and made a shot like it was nothing. She turned and grinned at me as she said my name. My turn had come up again. Being popular is such a burden.

I missed the shot of course, and Whitney stepped right up to me and smiled. Before she took what was hers she tilted my face and pressed her sweet lips against my own. Her flavor was intoxicating. That powerful little tongue invaded me and claimed my lips as new territory as she fed me a mouth full of her spit and I worked my jaw and throat in an effort to drink down all she was offering. I was still a little lightheaded from the force of her lips and the strength of her incredible mouth as she broke away and moved around behind me.

At the court’s edge was this little bench. Whitney guided me to it, and I placed one foot on the bench as she got in behind me and ran her fingers up and down the length of my thigh. She took hold of her big cock and pushed her knob into me, stopping as my tight pink velvet surrounded her big bulb and began to sputter with sloppy desire around her tip.

The first stroke was slow and deep. I groaned with pleasure as I tilted my head back and felt the sun my on face while Whitney eased her full length up my ass. She wanted to prolong her pleasure and she’d earned the right. As her dick buried itself in my butt, I felt my legs growing weak. She was like greased steel in my ass, and I was overwhelmed by the way her rod throbbed and twitched inside me.

Whitney didn’t fuck me as fast and raw as CeeCee had. She pulled her length out until just a hint of her knob was left inside before easing it back into me, taking her time to enjoy my fuck-sheath. I don’t know what felt better; hard and fast or slow and sexy.

ita stepped up to my side and watched as Whitney used my hole. She couldn’t help but groan herself watching as my opening took all it was given and kept right on. I’d had huge cocks before, and my butthole is crazy for them. It may look tiny and tight and sweet, but once my pucker has hold of something big and juicy she will have her meal and beg for more.

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1

The dark doesn’t bother me. It’s soft on the eyes and allows you to concentrate more fully on your other senses. When I walk into a room where I’ve been asked to perform an investigation, often I’ll close my eyes and listen as the air currents move around the walls and sniff at the air. It’s interesting how, with your eyes closed, the other senses translate themselves into a visual sort of representation. With my eyes open I can see with only my eyes, but with my eyes closed I can see with my ears, my nose, or the tips of my fingers.

I’m a detective for the Collected Provincial Administration, the CPA, which is in charge of loosely governing most of the outlying planetary systems in our region. I enjoy it because I get to travel around more than most planet-bound constables do, and since it’s considered that I do an adequately professional job, I usually get to have my pick of the really interesting cases. Like the present case I’m on.

I rode a cargo transport from Brelton Hub to Janston five days ago and from there hired a small planet hopper taxi to ferry me out to a little backwater gravity well called Hoopers Point. My taxi driver only spoke English, like most of them do, so I couldn’t make out much of what he said about the little sponge of a planet except that it had lots of green trees. That sounded good to me after having spent the last five months on a frozen desert planet investigating a series of rapes. I caught the guy but before we could get him to trial he somehow stepped outside an air lock without any warm clothing on. We found his naked body frozen to the lock handle still trying to get inside even in death. Most places I visit are like that. I find the bad guy and the locals take care of him in their own way.

My taxi driver (he said his name was Mike, but that’s what they’re all named) orbited Hoopers Point a couple times before dipping into the well, and I found myself looking down on a jewel of a planet. Blue oceans, small ice caps, and nine major continents all covered in green.

“Nice place,” I said.

Mike nodded and said, “Jyeah.”

I did my best not to smirk at him. I think I’ve been in too many taxis.

Once down, Mike wedged on a baseball hat, grabbed my luggage, and jumped out of the hatch. From the open door I felt a wet heat roll into the cabin with a musty green smell to it that spoke of trees, swamps, and masses of living things. The local constable was outside waiting for me, listening to Mike jabber on about unfair tariffs.

I paid Mike to make him go away, and the constable led me into a small reception and decontamination area.

“Name’s Jaffey,” he said. “Been here six years, almost since colonization.”

I nodded and said, “Nice to meet you. I’m Chen Klein, CPA detective.”

Jaffey nodded, “I’ve been expecting you. You heard anything about the case?”

I shook my head and answered, “Not much. Just that a bunch of women are either dead or close enough to it that it doesn’t matter.”

Jaffey nodded again and said, “I would say that those who died had it easy. It’s the living that I feel sorry for. Feel sorry for their families even more.”

I waited for him to go on, but he stopped and looked uncomfortable. He fingered his collar and turned a bit red, and then said, “Well, why don’t I show them to you so you can see for yourself. “

I shrugged and said, “Lead the way.”

We went to the morgue first. In my last job, bodies were just piled outside an air lock and within half an hour or so, they were frozen solid as a rock. But here in the warm, humid air, that would be a very stinky mistake. The morgue was cold and dry. Jaffey pulled open a drawer and wheeled out a very dead young woman in her twenties with long blond hair and a tight sexy little body. She was heavily bruised on her lower abdomen, and her crotch was shredded into ragged strips of skin. I winced at it, wishing I didn’t have to see things like this. Her breasts were bruised, especially around the nipples, and on her face, where I expected to see an expression of agony, I found a look of ecstasy. She died with a smile on her face despite the damage to her body.”

I asked, “Was she raped?”

Jaffey shook his head. “No,” he said, “She did this to herself.”

He looked uncomfortable. “Some of the dead have passed on quickly,” he said, “but she was one that hung on for quite a while.”

From there we went to the local planetary hospital to see some of the ones that were still among the living.

Jaffey stopped in the waiting room and introduced me to Dr. Shonka the physician attending the women. She shook my hand in the old fashioned way, and said, “Call me Mell. Dr. Shonka always makes me cringe.” She was lovely. She stood just taller than my shoulder with long, wavy, auburn hair that framed a perfect face. Her eyes caught me. They were golden colored, almost metallic, and they sparkled as she moved them between me and constable Jaffey.

“Nice to meet you, Mell,” I said, smiling. Working with her çeşme escort would be a pleasure.

Jaffey coughed. “You wouldn’t mind, sir, if I waited down here? I’d rather not go up.”

Mell patted him on the shoulder and said, “I’m sorry Jak, I know how hard this is for you. I’ll take Detective Klein up.”

Jaffey’s shoulders hung and he mumbled, “Thanks.”

“Call me Chen,” I said as she led me into the hospital. “Why’s this hard for him? Is he related to one of the victims?”

Mell nodded. “You’ll see her in there. His sister was one of the first victims.”

She led me along a hallway, stopped at a doorway, and turned back to me. She was biting her lower lip and considering my face. “This’ll be pretty intense,” she said. “If we can’t figure this out, some of these women will die. These are all good women, most of them my friends. Chen, be kind to them please.”

I nodded.

She pushed open the door, and I was met by a wall of sound. All the voices were of women in ecstasy. Moans and sighs and cries of pure pleasure were all mingled together into a tapestry of erotic music. The floor and walls were padded, and covered with naked women writhing and slithering against each other. Mouths and tongues and fingers and toes were madly rubbing and pounding crotches and breasts. It was a thirty woman orgy. All of them were young and pretty. All of them were covered in bruises, self inflicted, or caused by a hands or mouths of other women as they gave each other pleasure.

Mell pointed to a pretty girl, tall and lithe, with nice large breasts that she was tweaking while another woman licked and chewed on her pussy. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open wide as she cried out in orgasm. “That’s the constable’s sister, Jerah. Go touch her on the shoulder and see what happens.”

I waded through the room, careful not to step on any bare body parts and touched Jerah on the shoulder. Her eyes flew open, and she screamed out something intelligible. She let go of her nipples and grabbed the woman licking her by the hair and mashed her face into her pussy. The woman sucking her redoubled her efforts, licking and nibbling, sucking and kissing Jerah’s pussy lips.

Mell was right about this being intense. I felt myself getting hard as my vision was filled with naked women having sex. Mell must have noticed that I was reacting, so she led me back out into the hallway where we sat down on a bench.

“This isn’t a virus?” I asked, “Or some kind of drug or chemical imbalance? Could it be a native fruit they’re eating or an insect that bit them? Why am I here, Dr. Shonka?”

“It’s not a virus,” she answered. “It’s not something they ate or something that bit them, although it could be some kind of drug. If it is a drug though, it hasn’t left any trace in their system. According to all of our tests, those women in there are perfectly healthy and fine. Their only symptoms are their sexual activity and their state of catatonia otherwise. Their skin seems to be in a state of hyper sensitivity. That’s why I had you touch Jerah. None of them would have noticed you otherwise.”

“What about the dead ones?” I asked, “What did they die from.”

Mell shrugged and shook her head. “Maybe they wear out, and die from exhaustion. Maybe it’s something that kills them. The ones that die usually go into a frenzy much more intense than what you saw in there just before they collapse. I’m still working on figuring out the mechanics of this. Your part, the part we need you for, is to find out what they have in common so we can pinpoint the cause.”

I nodded. “I’ll do what I can, but this isn’t something that I normally deal with. I’m mostly just a police man like your constable.”

“You come with very high recommendations though, Detective Klein.” Her smile was sad and tired.

She gave me the list of names and addresses of the women and led me back down to constable Jaffey.

“Let me know how you get along, Chen, and I’ll keep you up to date on my work.” Mell smiled and shook my hand again. “I’m glad to have met you.”

“My pleasure,” I mumbled, and kissed her hand in the proper fashion. I think she blushed. Well, different places have different styles.

2

Jaffey took me down to the constabulary office and we went over the list of names together.

“The doctor said that your sister was one of the first.” I said gently.

Jaffey nodded.

Have you found any connections between her case and the other women?

He sighed. “The only thing that seems to be a common theme is that they’re all young women who are generally considered to be pretty. None of them are younger than seventeen and none of them are older than thirty-two. Considering their symptoms, I’ve asked questions about their sex lives, and all of them seemed to be healthy. None of them were virgins before this happened. None of them showed any signs of being overly preoccupied with sex, and most of them either başakşehir escort have boyfriends or are married. They were all normal, healthy and happy women before this happened. Fifteen are dead now. The only good news about any of this is that we haven’t had a new case for about ten days. Up till then we were getting two or three new ones a day.

“One other interesting thing,” he said, “is that as this thing progressed it seemed to get stronger. The first to show symptoms are all mostly still alive, but the last five girls only lasted a day or two before they died.

“It stopped ten days ago?” I asked

Jaffey nodded.

“You’ve checked the shipping logs? Entrances and exits?”

He nodded again. “No pattern that I could see. Nobody has left the planet for the last thirty days, and all cargo shipments were transferred up in orbit automatically. You and Mike the taxi pilot are the only ones who have come dirtside in the last sixty days.”

“Does Mike come often?”

“Just when he brought you.”

We went over the list of women and picked out the first five to show symptoms. “We’ll start on these tomorrow,” I said. Two were dead, but the other three were still alive having sex back at the hospital. One of them was Jaffey’s sister.

Jaffey dropped me and my luggage off at the visitors lodge and promised to meet me there early the next day. I flopped on my bed and rummaged through the visitor pamphlets. Visit Hoopers Point! they shouted. Come see the Cloud Waterfall. Hike through our virgin forests and hunt for Shigger beasts. A Shigger beast it seems is a fat antelope like animal with large brown eyes and vicious teeth that tastes just like beef but better.

I read an amusing account of a hunting party where four off worlders were lost in the forest for six days before finding their way back tired and sore. The moral of the story was to hire local guides at 15 credits an hour or you might end up just like them.

Finally I settled down to a nature book cataloging the local flora and fauna of Hoopers Point. It was mostly trees and things that lived in, around, under, or over trees, like birds and fungus, and Shigger beasts and burrowing cats and other things. I fell asleep in the middle of a description of a scaly yellow bat that ate bird eggs.

When Jaffey arrived in the morning, I was up and ready to go. He handed me the list and I read through it as he drove.

Mishey Tenkons, age 23.

Kallin Jeppeson, age 18. Dead.

Jerah Jaffey, age 26.

Hephre Jeppeson, age 23. Dead.

Denne Kinderoff, age 20.

“Are Kallin and Hephre related?” I asked.

“They were sisters.”

“Are any of the other girls related?”

“There’s one other set of sisters. Other than that, no, none of them are related.”

“Hmm,” I said. “Lets go see the Jeppeson family first.

Hooper’s Point was only an eight year old colony with a population of about 46 thousand. Most of them lived locally in or around the town called Hooper’s Point. All of the sick or dead girls were local. We drove through town and out into the trees to a small homesteading community where the Jeppesons lived. They had a log house, nice and trim, with a neat yard and a big garden out back.

Jaffey knocked on the door and Mrs. Jeppeson let us in.

We asked lots of questions. When did they get sick? Who were they with? Did it happen suddenly or did it gradually appear? Poor Mrs. Jeppeson sent her girls off to clean the barn, and when they didn’t come back, she went looking, and found them rolling around in the hay in a tight, grunting, slurping sixty-nine. They stayed that way for a day and a half before she could bear to even tell her husband about it. She was intensely embarrassed, and now she was intensely sad.

“If only I’d known from the beginning that this was something wrong and not my girls being bad, I would have done something sooner, and then they might still be alive.”

We gleaned a few nuggets from her.

Hephre had a boy friend, and they both had gone to visit him the day before they went crazy. His name was Mike Willson, an English that for once wasn’t a taxi pilot.

We found him at home setting up a satellite dish next to his log cabin. He invited us in and handed out drinks. My glass was full of something orange that smelled sweet and looked syrupy. I watched Jaffey, and he didn’t seem to recognize it any more than I did.

“What is this?” I asked.

“Jana juice from the Jana tree,” he said. “It grows out past the Cloud Waterfall. My friend Jemmy Perce brings them back in his carryall and we make juice out of it. Try it. It tastes great.”

I sipped mine and found that while the taste was delicious and light, the texture of the stuff was a bit too slimy for my liking. When I swallowed it, I felt it tingle all the way down. I set mine down on the table and left it there. Jaffey liked it though and drank his all the way down.

Mike said, “We’ve küçükçekmece escort been thinking of marketing it, but it’s too hard to gather, and there just aren’t very many of the trees around. We pretty much gave up getting rich from it.”

Jana juice. Could it be?

I asked him, “Before the girls got sick, did they drink any of the juice?”

“Yeah”, he nodded, “They were both over here the day before, and they both had some. I see where you’re going. Like maybe it’s the juice causing all this, but I don’t think so. My kid sister has been drinking this juice for the last year, and she hasn’t had any problems at all.”

“Make a list for me of all the people you might have given this to just in case, and I’ll take some back with me and have Dr. Shonka take a look at it.

3

Back at the hospital, Mell looked tired. I handed the Jana juice to her, and she said, “I’ve heard of it, but never tried it.”

“It tastes good, but it’s a little slimy. It also might be what’s causing this thing, so don’t drink any.”

She looked at it sadly, and then sat down. “Another one died today. You saw her yesterday. She was the one doing things to Jaffey’s sister.”

I lifted her chin and smiled at her. “I have a couple more interviews today, but afterward would you like to have lunch with me?”

Her face brightened, and her eyes filled with tears, but she nodded yes.

Jaffey and I went out again and interviewed the family of Mishey Tenkons. She was newly married, and we found her husband bitter and angry.

“Well, I’m glad she’s not dead at least. I was out working in the field with a friend of mine, and we both came inside to get something to eat and found Mishey naked on the living room floor rubbing herself as fast and as hard as she could. When she saw us she jumped up and attacked my friend. She threw her arms around his neck and humped her legs up around him and started rubbing her pussy against his crotch. I yelled at her and peeled her off, so she sat down on the floor and had an orgasm in front of us.”

I mumbled something empathetic to him and then asked, “Do you know what Jana juice is?”

“Yeah, sure, I got some from Mike Willson. He’s my friend that Mishey jumped on.”

“Really,” I said, feeling a rush go through me. “And did she every have any of the juice?”

“Mishey? No, she wouldn’t drink any. She said it looked and smelled like thick pee.”

Later, as Mell and I sat at a table eating lunch, we talked over the details. The day before the Jeppeson girls went crazy they both had Jana juice with Mike Willson. Mishey Tenkons, never drank any, but her husband was a friend of Mike and liked the taste of Jana Juice. When we interviewed Denne Kinderoff’s family we found that she had tried some Jana juice a two weeks before she went crazy and was found running around naked chasing the family dog trying to get it to service her. Neither she nor her boyfriend new Mike Willson, but her boyfriend got his supply of Jana juice from a mutual friend.

Mell said that she had run some tests on the juice and had found an interesting mixture of acids and sugars, but nothing that jumped out as obviously threatening.

We talked together for a long time, and I found myself enjoying the way she phrased things and the way she formed her words. She had a slight accent that I couldn’t place, and her eyes were captivating.

Customs are very important where I come from. One of them is that when you eat with a female guest, you cut her food for her. My parents told me it’s an old custom from before there was space travel. Who knows where it comes from, but when used properly it can be a pretty erotic thing.

The trouble was convincing Mell that she should let me. It seemed to embarrass her, and she blushed very prettily. I paid attention to her, cutting three or four pieces at a time and watching as she ate and enjoyed her food, and then cutting a few more. She tried cutting my food, but I told her it wasn’t proper, so we talked and ate, and I cut. By the end of the meal she was really warming up, and even touched my hand for a couple of brief seconds, feathery light and smooth. I felt my head spin slightly as her gold flecked eyes gazed into mine.

“Mell,” I said, “Have you every tried Jana juice? You’ve really got to, it tastes wonderful.”

Mell sat back in her chair and her expression changed.

“Are you feeling ok, Chen?” She asked.

“Never felt more alive in my life,” I said. “I think I’m in love with you, by the way.” I stood up from the table and tried to spin myself around, but I tripped over a chair, crashed into a neighboring table and ended up lying on the floor looking up at the ceiling. Things went a bit hazy after that.

I woke up in the hospital feeling horribly embarrassed. I could remember everything I did and everything I said, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember why I did it. Yes, I found Mell attractive, but I went far out of line with her.

When she came into my room and stood by my bed, I apologized to her, asked her forgiveness, told her I was a worm, and hoped she didn’t think I was horrible.

She laid her hand on mine and said softly, “Chen, up to the point where you started spinning around the room, I had a wonderful time. I don’t think I’d mind too much if you fell in love with me.” She lifted my hand and kissed it.

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