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Ch.13: Reformed Wizard

Remzain had been asked by King Charlerion to approach the wizard using Grigor as intermediary. Grigor travelled to Bricas, where they had located him, posing as a merchant from the continent of Animar. Grigor wore a merchant’s dress, and was accompanied by attendants who looked after his wares. They carried special items from the northern continent.

Grigor came to a public bath house in Bricas, where Charlerion’s spies had found the wizard often came at the late afternoon time of day. It was a place where the two opposing sexes might meet openly and without shame. As such it rivalled the Temples of the Goddess. However this was no place of religion or of magic. The people who came here were citizens who desired relaxation and cleanliness, a swim or a chance conversation. But they might also use it, in this open society, as a place where casual acquaintances could be made and enjoyed, as it was very much a place for both of the sexes. Only adults of 18 years were allowed to use these baths however. Children and younger people were not allowed here at this hour, so that adults may not be encouraged to exploit their youth. Friends chattered sociably, but men and women who made each other’s acquaintance often found themselves connecting in the darkened corners of the pools, and in the adjoining rooms where there were tables, mats and pillows for sexual congress.

Aribor came here often to wash, which he had rarely done when he served King Guthelm in Grumandria and other parts of Animar. There bath houses were almost unheard of, and smells and dirt accompanied most people. He held court sometimes to people of Bricas who remembered the help he gave them when the Dark Wizards attacked their city. He came for conversation and companionship. Sometimes he found that some Shalirionite woman, overflowing with gratitude for the things he had done for the city, would offer herself to him, as a way of thanking him, or so that she could claim to have communed with the now famous saviour of the city. Sometimes he found that the women who came to him were desiring his magical services. As a protector of the city he had found a new role for his magic. Instead of being a creator of powerful dark magic for the purpose of war, or to prise information out of unwilling prisoners, or to make someone subservient to the purposes of his King, or to be used by his King in some scheme; he was now being invited to save souls drowning in depression or misery, to bring them back from a personal hell, or to fill them with the love of Shalirion’s Goddess.

Although the Goddess belonged not to his own people he found the connection he had made on that fateful night of the Wizards’ Terror, with the Shalirionites’ Goddess had brought her light and her magic to him. Her influence poured into him on that night and frequently after. He found himself channelling her strength and her goodness into others. He could draw her power and influence into the minds of subjects who were in need of her. He who had not been a believer, and had not even known of her existence, now found himself in alliance with her, for the good of his subjects. Somehow, miraculously, she was using him for her purposes, and he found that he was her willing servant. It felt good to him when he was able to channel her power and love into her people. He knew that the darker arts would no longer be his way. He had a new purpose and a more positive role in life.

Animar

One magical art of spells, which had been a speciality art of his had begun for very selfish reasons in his Dark Wizard years. As a sexually motivated wizard he had sought suitable women as a predator. In addition to the use of female captives or females he found on campaigns or after fighting, to acquire suitable women he began to sometimes use his magic. He turned older women back into young beautiful nymphs for his own pleasure, then after discarding them they were returned to their aged or ‘ugly’ states, at some cost to his subjects. Now he found further use for this knowledge.

Lands in the East had been conquered by Guthelm and his horde. The people spoke a related but different language to his own. At first as they capitulated easily to the Grumandrian King. They were allowed to keep their lands and possessions, and the people were not made slaves, in return for their fealty to the King. But, confident in their position, rebels sought to return the land to their own rulers. Guthelm came back to their lands and punished them, impaling the rebels on sticks and watching them die, allowing his soldiery to take what they wanted from the forsaken people of this once proud land.

As a wizard Guthelm drew magic from the dying men, collecting their blood and their anger and despair as they died. Howling winds were created, which smashed the defences of another resistant town not far away. His prime task completed for now, he had gone into the ruined villages, looking for his own pleasure. He found women huddling in the burned ruins of their villages, or running in the forests nearby. The women in the burned village he came to had been muğla escort raped and passed around by Guthelm’s soldiers, who had passed on, leaving them to whatever further fate might befall them. Guthelm selected two young women, already bloody and bruised from their earlier abuse. They were frightened he would kill them, but had no wish to run.

In return for their lives he ordered them to attend to his needs, and to be good to him in turn, holding his whip in one hand and grasping their buttocks with the other. While he mounted one, he instructed the other to stroke and massage him. Clumsily he came to orgasms upon both of them, grunting and spluttering as he savoured their relative youth, and their fear of him. Even then he had no desire to kill for the sake of it. Away from the purposes of his masters he sought sexual fulfilment, and took it in a variety of ways. These two he had enjoyed, and he let them have their lives as reward. Even if he had not enjoyed the women he would only have killed them if they turned against him or refused to let him have his way.

Afterwards, not completely satiated by the desires in his head, he sought further sports. There was an old woman there, who had cowered in fear like the others, and watched from a distance while he took his pleasure. He assumed she must be one of the family or why would she hover around when there was so much danger to the family. She wished to protect her family, or to be protected by them. He wondered whether she was the women’s mother or even grandmother, and he troubled himself to find out, asking the younger ladies he had just despoiled.

He asked the young women, “Who is she, that woman over there?”

The women were slow to respond, as if reluctant to answer. Surely they did not think he was going to harm the woman, whoever she was. They had just been raped by him, perhaps they thought he might rape her too! But she was an older woman, and why should he? They had seen casual butchery earlier, like all the survivors. It was no surprise that they should fear the worst. He looked at the older woman over there. She was dirty and blackened by the smoke of the burned buildings, and soiled by the earth. He looked at her and saw concern and anger in her eyes, but she was afraid of him too.

“Is she your mother or your grandmother? Please tell me,” he demanded.

The young women looked at each other, as if to agree which story to tell. “She is our mother. She should be hiding. Please do not harm her.”

“I will not harm her if I have no reason to.” It occurred to him that the young women were sisters. He had never thought about that while he enjoyed them, but there were similarities between them. It excited him perversely to think that their mother had been watching him while he deflowered her daughters, although he had evidently not been the first to do so.

This was a land, like his own, where parents watched closely over their daughters, keeping unwanted suitors away until a safe and suitable marriage could be arranged. The punishment by Guthelm’s soldiers was threefold. The killing of their husbands and menfolk, the burning and destruction of their homes and property, to be followed by the rape of their daughters. This was the last horror or humiliation to be visited upon them. Of course it was the least of the horrors. The deaths of the menfolk and the razing of their property took away their livelihoods and stripped them of nearly everything. But the final humiliation of rape to these people, petty though it may seem to Aribor, was a punishment to them. He did not really think it was a punishment to all of them. Young women, who spent much of their lives waiting for a husband, or who might have only experienced the lust of one husband, probably found some interest or even pleasure in being used by soldiers and wizards. He had taken women sometimes who he had been able to bring to their full pleasure, even though in law they were being raped. Even these two young women had participated quite well in their own rape, although he had not brought either of them to any conclusion. As ever he focused on his own pleasure. Theirs was no real concern of his.

“Call her over,” he ordered. “I won’t harm her!”

“Mama come over. He says he won’t hurt you,” called out one of the daughters.

The frightened woman was too scared to approach, but she would not go away either. He could see that although she looked old she probably was not as old as she looked now. He was sure she was some years older than he. Take the grime and dirt off her and change her clothes and she would have looked half decent, he thought. Even though she was quite old. If she would not come to him he decided he would go to her. He had put his Wizard’s robe back on after his sexual gratification, and he kept his whip with him at all times.

The ‘old’ woman did not run. She did not look as if she could run. She knew she could not outrun him, and it must be obvious even to these people that he was a wizard, to be feared and obeyed.

He came close and her ordu escort hollow eyes stared at him. Yes, she had been a fine looking woman once. He found himself looking at her in a sexual way, as if she were a slavewoman he was about to purchase. She could not have carried a high price because she looked old and worn out, crouched on the soil, in front of what was probably the ruin of their old house.

“Are you their mother?”

She nodded wordlessly.

“Nice young women!” he complimented her daughters, as if to pass judgement on those he had just enjoyed. Yes, the woman had a good shape to her. She was shapely and yet slim, and her hair, mucked up as it was, he could see she was yellowy brown underneath. She had fine facial features, although her skin was scuffed and dirty, and showed the wrinkles of age.

Unbidden, a plan was developing in his head. There was something about the mystery of this woman that was exciting. Perhaps it was that she had witnessed him taking her daughters. He could feel a fantasy growing in his head, and his penis, of taking the woman, now, before her daughters. It did not matter how old she was or how dirty she looked. He liked the shape of her and he knew now that he was not yet finished here.

“Rise!” he ordered, gesturing with his whip. “Can you speak?”

“Yes,” she said, with a gravelled voice which had probably not eaten this day. She rose unsteadily, reluctantly.

“Let me look at you,” he spoke quietly. Without delay he surveyed her stance, the way she set her shoulders and stood. Yes, she was interesting. He would not have guessed at first glance. Without needing to think it he cast his mind to search her. He reached inside her mind. He read fear, disapproval, hatred – all these emotions he expected to find there. He sensed that her primary motivation at this time was to find food. Then he cast a search to find her essence – what she looked like in her prime, a few years before. And the vision he saw excited him. She was in essence a very beautiful woman. His intuition had been correct. There was no denying his lust for her now. He wished to possess her regardless of the reaction she might betray.

“I want to see you! Take off your dress. It is dirty anyway, and let me see the real you.”

At this new degradation the woman seemed to panic, shaking her head, and displaying tears of desperation.

“I can offer you food if you will let me see you,” he offered, despite himself feeling surprised by the strength of her dismal reaction.

She nodded in her desperation, needing food more than she needed dignity.

“I will feed your daughters too,” he offered. “I will just get my snack bag. I have biscuits and cake.” He returned to his bag, and tossing some to the two daughters, who had by now restored their rough clothes, he returned to the mother and fed her some with his own fingers. She opened her mouth accepting the food, and a drink from his water bottle.

“What is your name woman? Speak to me!”

“Agneta,” she replied.

“Ah, Agneta – a nice name. Take off your robes. I wish to examine you. I can punish you if you do not do as I say, but treat me well and I will treat you well. Your daughters will attest to this.”

Without further hesitation he reached for the old mother’s ragged dirty dress at its shoulder clasp and pulled it eagerly with two hands. It came loose and he worked it down.

Seeing their mother disrobed one of the daughters spoke out, “Please sir she has been through much. Do not do this. She has already been raped by the soldiers. Take us again if you want more.”

Aribor spoke again with great authority that the woman could hardly dare to question. “I see great beauty in your mother! I want her. My lust is up. I will not harm her, and it will soon be over. I have fed you all, so this I will have.”

He looked at the woman’s bent and emaciated body, and saw nothing but beauty. With a wizard’s eyes he could discern beauty, real beauty! He squirted water from his bottle in her direction, and it showered the dirt from her. He gripped her with both hands and washed her with his bare hands, as he cast a spell to cause the water to expand. He explored everywhere as he cleaned her, and as he did so the flesh was smoothed and improved, until she seemed younger, and looked nicer, even to the eyes of non wizards.

Aribor had learned his craft as a sorcerer over many years, but he had started young. Sorcery had elevated him above the common people almost immediately. His family and his neighbours had soon become distant to him. He learned a few of the simpler spells and soon he was put to use with the Horde of the young King Guthelm. From then Valdark and the other Dark Wizards had been his mentors. Some of those had died by now, but there were some who had discovered secrets to longer life and appeared to be lasting longer than their expected years, through the arts of magic.

This nourishing and cleansing of the body was something he had been learning from one particular wizard who still lived, but had escaped osmaniye escort Guthelm’s service in the recent past. He was one who had already lived much longer than his natural entitlement of years, which proved the success of these particular arts. Aribor knew not where he had gone. Guthelm would surely send agents or other wizards to look for him, but Raldic knew how to stay hidden. If he could find the secrets of longer life, he could surely evade Guthelm’s clumsy spies, and even the all knowing Valdark.

Agneta was clean now, while Aribor recited words in a strange language over her. Her face, the same face, now attracted any who viewed it. Her hair looked stronger, yellow brown and vigorous. Her muscles were more shapely, and the saggy flesh tightened. Even Agneta was smiling now, with innocent and unlooked for joy, as she realised this man was healing her. She felt younger, and although she could not see the whole of herself she could see that she was clean and her flesh was more wholesome.

“Sir, what are you doing to me?” She had been bracing herself for the rude sexual intrusion and more pain, when this strange man had started to wash and cleanse her instead. Instead of being abused she found herself thanking him for what he was doing.

“I have cleansed you and now I am making you whole again. It will seem as if you are becoming younger.” He did not tell her yet that much of this effect could only be temporary. Raldic had found a way to make it more longlasting, if not permanent!

“Well, I thank you sir. You are not like the others then? And yet you have used my daughters!” He liked the way she spoke. Perhaps her family had been of good breeding?

“I am not doing this for your benefit woman,” explained Aribor. “It is for my pleasure only that I make you younger again. I wish to enjoy my experience with you. I intend to use you fully, as I have your daughters! I hope only that, feeling better and younger you may enjoy our joining as I do.”

“Sir, I do not wish to be raped again,” she sounded disappointed with him, “but if I must be, at least I can take some pleasure in being made to feel young again. Do what you will sir. I shall thank you for my youth, if not for being raped!”

“Please sir, if you must use me, can we do this in the buildings.” She meant the ruins, for no house here had a roof upon it any more. “I do not wish my daughters to observe.”

“No woman. You observed me taking your daughters did you not. She nodded silently for the shame of it. “So it may be only correct for them to observe you. Anyway, I have had the highest pleasure of them and from them, it would be fitting for them to see you achieve the highest pleasure, if that is possible. It may not be, but I would certainly like to try.”

“You like to be watched sir,” the old woman said, who did not now look so old.

“It depends upon my mood and my pleasure, but you could say that I enjoy an audience if they are already connected with me,” admitted Aribor.

“You know sir that it cannot be normal to do this. No daughter should ever witness their mother or their father in the acts of love.”

“What then is normal Agneta? When lust becomes normal it can lose its interest. Anyway woman, I will hold myself back no longer. Do you feel younger? Do you feel a surge of life in your bones?”

She nodded, “Yes. Strangely I do. How have you done this?” She looked at her naked legs and waist and could see that her flesh no longer sagged. The many bruise marks had miraculously gone. She felt her breasts and they were full, not sagging. Although she had accepted being cleaned and had heard his words that she was being made younger, she had not fully understood that it was true. She had thought merely that she had been cleaned and made to feel younger by some minor magic, but now she realised that something more fundamental had happened or was happening. She realised how much better she felt.

“In exchange for the granting of youthfulness, I definitely require you to perform in full view of your daughters. That is a part of this contract.” Now it was time to put the contract into practice. He laid his hands on her again, this time pinching her nipples and thrusting his hungry mouth to her lips. His forceful tongue pushed into her mouth as if to devour her. He pressed her to bend, hands on a wall, and swiftly pushed his fingers into her pretty hole, moistening and enlarging it, working quickly in his impatience. When all was ready for him he stuffed his large engorged cock quickly into its resting place, fucking her in his desperate need.

After Aribor’s rape of Agneta there were other mature or older women who became the subject of his interest. He took to using magic to enhance his women regularly. After conquests, if no suitable younger women presented themselves, or if they did not sufficiently satiate him he would often practise his magical skills upon mature women. Even the elderly were sometimes the subject of his designs. Somehow the knowledge that an old woman would have to be returned to her natural elderly state afterwards was not sufficient to stem his sexual curiosity. He found older women could be grateful for the chance, however brief, to become young and beautiful again. He found some amazing and very beautiful specimens. Always he searched for beauty, the essence of femininity. He was like a collector, collecting experiences that others could no longer enjoy.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

*****

Nymsya
Nymsya
Nymsya

Sounded three times through the corridors. Chanting of a group of three men on a quest for blood.

Nymsya. Fourth time. Her soul began to be sucked in. Just one more…

Nymsya. The final word. With a flash of light, she appeared. Two of them stood too close. She took their hearts. Before the third could react, she was digging into them with her teeth.

“Nymsya!” he began, and she raised her head. A gulp could be heard as she finished a bite. “You have been summoned, but you shall remain bound! If you kill the third gatekeeper, your soul will be forever bound to this room and you will not depart into this world, or go back into yours!” he finished, trying to keep his voice steady. He did not expect his colleagues to die so quickly. His heart raced. But he kept staring into those dead red eyes of hers.

She dropped the heart. She took a stride towards him. As her form left the pentagram drawn on the ground her shape became more intact and clothes began to form around her.

“I…you are not supposed to be able to do that!” the man exclaimed “Go…go back to the center!” he shouted in sheer panic as he backed off.

She reached out towards him and grabbed onto a key hanging off his neck. As she touched it, her transport has finished. The air got a little bit rusty and suddenly there was a whiff of sulfur in it.

“You put too much beliefs in your books” she said and licked her lips. She looked around. “Where are we? Why did you summon me?” she asked. She was garbed in a long black dress that ended above her bust. Her arms were covered in a pair of evening gloves running all the way to her shoulders. Her eyes shone red and her hair was raven and as long as her dress. Her skin as pale as the chalk used to draw the pentagram. Her neck was accessoried by a collar with a lock on it.

“We…I summoned you to do my bidding, foul demon” the man staggered out, managing to breathe a little bit more this time around “I would ask…I order you to assassinate the prince and his bride to be before their wedding in three weeks.” he said when he saw she expected more.

Nymsya let go of the key “Child’s play” she said. She turned around, found the dropped hearts and started munching on them. When she was done, he was waiting by the door.

~~~

When traversing the castle and the courtyard, she took upon a more human form. Her hair shortened, and her eyes didn’t glow as much. The lock on her neck transformed into a beautiful pendant featuring a demon eye.

She has spent several days just walking around. A lot of life was happening in the castle. Lots of people coming to prepare for the wedding, lots of traders, workers, craftsmen, soldiers. Usually their entry was controlled at the gates by the guards, but one look at Nymsya and they usually let her pass. Sometimes they would stop her, but a lean forward and a hand on a cheek would allow her passage.

She watched the prince and his bride to be. He was a young blonde knight, quite noble and always with an escort of at least two soldiers. She overheard that he has survived a previous attempt at his life, killed an assassin in his bedroom during the night. bilecik escort But he was going to be the lesser problem.

The bride to be was a witch’s daughter. While a knight with a sword would be dangerous, a magician could actually prevent her own charms from working and even banish her. Her hair was brown and straight, quite unusual for the women around. But then she was from a faraway land, name of which Nymsya overheard and forgotten. She could never remember names of the human lands.

One evening, a court dinner was happening, intended to bring the families closer together. Nobody else but the royal family and closest relatives, plus the bride’s extended family was supposed to be present. But Nymsya made it work. Everybody thought she was somewhat related to somebody for sure and nobody questioned her. She even managed to grab a chair not too far off from the core of the evening. She was seated next to a little cutey of a girl with ginger hair.

Soon after being seated, the key family members started pouring in. The prince wore a embroidered linen shirt. His future wife was more creative. Her hair was woven into a long braid going over her shoulder and leading all sights into her deep cleavage line. Even Nymsya had to fight to take eyes off that prize.

To her surprise, the bride’s steps lead towards her. But at the last moment, she stopped and hugged closely with the much simpler looking ginger girl. Listening in on their conversation she figured out that the two were close. Likely the ginger girl was in the bride’s employ, but they were still closer than just mistress and her servant.

While they talked, Nymsya locked sight with the bride to be for a second but decided not to even attempt to use her charming magic, just in case she was sensitive to magic. Tonight, she would have to use more natural approaches.

A clang sounded, and the bride looked towards the king who was obviously waiting for her. She nodded and gave the ginger girl one more hug before leaving. The succubus got a good look down her cleavage as she was departing. She also noticed that the bride noticed, and a frail smile appeared on her lips.

As the evening progressed, Nymsya started talking with the ginger girl. Amy was her name.

~~

Amy was surprised she was invited to the dinner. She was a lowly maid in services of the bride’s family. She did have some personal ties to her, but she was still a very lowly servant. She was informed that this would be one of the events, but she would be only invited to this one. Apparently, the goal was for the servants to get accustomed to the new family ties as they might be moved over as well with the wedding.

She was seated next to a prettiest woman she has ever seen and from first moment she had butterflies in her stomach. To her luck, the lovely lady started talking to her on her own.

“How did you two meet?” the woman asked of her.

Amy’s face went bright red at the question, but she felt unusually comfortable.

“We…” she started and felt her face becoming even closer of a relative to a tomato, so she hushed her voice “I actually served as her lab servant. All of her early teenage magic was being tested on me.” She usually manisa escort didn’t tell that to people. After all, nobody even in her family knew. But this woman, there was something about her that made it very easy to say out loud.

“Magic?” the stranger asked. Her face was full of questions. “What kind of magic?”

If Amy’s face was a textile, at that point it would be the best tapestry in all of the kingdom, for their royal colour was bright red. “She has…gifts. Gifts of helping people feel things.” She looked down into her plate “Very nice things…”

The stranger smiled, and Amy was suddenly very happy she told her that. “That seems fun!” she said and laughed “Did it stop at magic between you two?” she inquired further

Amy shook her head but didn’t speak further. She knew she promised the bride that she wouldn’t ever tell anyone. So, she didn’t.

More warmth of understanding flowed from the woman and the dinner continued. They continued chatting and Amy noticed that from time to time, their hands would brush against each other. She would think it’s coincidental, but every single time it happened, she felt like she was getting something more from the contact. She longed for another brush as soon as one ended.

She couldn’t take it. At one point during a longer silence, she decided to spread her legs wider and brush her leg against the alluring woman’s. In that moment, the black-haired lady’s hand dropped onto her thigh and she nearly screamed out of pleasure. Quickly she looked over at the lady and she was staring into an amused face.

“Did something happen?” the lady asked as if the hand wasn’t resting pretty high on her exposed thigh.

“N..no” she stammered and continued eating, working hard to keep her breathing going.

“Good” the lady leaned in closer and Amy felt her breasts pushing against her arm as she whispered, “And call me Nymsya.”

Amy nearly fainted when she felt the warm air brush her ear. She nodded. After a while they continued talking as if nothing has happened. But Amy remembered how the touch felt. She has felt it before and she missed it. She knew she couldn’t get that from most people. And whoever this lady was, she was good for her.

~~

The dinner soon ended, and the king announced that the party would continue, but the servants are free to go. Nymsya stayed close to Amy as they were leaving and in the thick of the crowd, her hand smacked her butt playfully.

Amy looked around with that dreamy look, telling of no great harm done, but more harm invited. Nymsya was used to that look in people after they were trapped in her grasp. But she still liked toying with them. After all, how else would they weave themselves in deeper?

“What are your plans for the night?” she asked her as she caught up.

Amy shook her head briefly and thought for a moment “Oh yes, we were promised a hot bath.” she turned to Nymsya “Can you imagine? I didn’t have a hot bath in ages!”

Nymsya smiled “Think there will be enough hot water left for me after you are finished?” she asked laughing.

Amy smirked “Why? Are you too shy to go in with me?” she said and grabbed onto Nymsya’s hand “Come, this way” she said and nearly pranced mersin escort off through the tight corridors.

The bathroom was tiny. And the bath itself even tinier. Amy pushed in and pulled Nymsya right behind her. Nymsya shut the door behind them.

As soon as she did, Amy leapt at her. They kissed passionately. Nymsya’s back was pushing against the door behind her and Amy’s leg couldn’t do anything but fit right between her thighs.

Nymsya started opening the many buttons on Amy’s linen blouse, pulling it off her as much as she could. Amy likewise pulled at the dress to get it off Nymsya.

Finally, the only thing preventing their clothes from falling were their chests closely pushed against each other. Nymsya laughed and broke the kiss. She grabbed Amy by her shoulders and gently pulled her away from herself, letting the clothes drop.

Amy was a servant, but she was certainly very beautiful. She understood why the bride picked her.

Her body was slim. She was half a head shorter than Nymsya. Her ginger hair was short, to about her shoulders. She was freckled from nose to tips of her tiny pink nipples. Her breasts stood proudly on her chest, despite their smaller size. Compared to Nymsya’s, they were quite small indeed. Down below was a fuzz of hair and hips that could borne kings.

Nymsya didn’t hesitate. She pushed Amy against a wall and continued kissing her, while her hands found their purchase on her chest.

Amy’s hands were not too far behind, quickly grasping the full behind of the demoness. Her fingers looped past the crude silk panties the demoness wore and dug her fingers into her flesh.

Nymsya’s fingers found nipples of the redhead and stopped to give them a little teasing massage. Her mouth moved to kiss the lips, cheek and then slobber all over her earlobe. Her reward was Amy’s hardly held back moans and fingers digging in more.

Finally, she moved towards the neck, while one of her hands headed down south. Her teeth grazed by Amy’s windpipe before she lunged to the side and lightly bit into her frail skin. She could feel the girl’s blood beneath the pale texture. She had to watch herself to avoid harming her. After all, she was only a stepping stone. A very fun stepping stone, she thought and bit a bit harder, hearing that lovely moan again.

The hand got braver. It brushed past the short and fuzzy hair patch, glided along a territory of wetness and continued down over her lovely thighs. She felt Amy’s chest rising and falling in rhythm of her moans. She moved down to nibble on her collar bones, kiss the skin and follow the line of her cleavage with her tongue. Soon she found a nipple. And Amy’s reaction was all she could hope for. She gently tugged on it, licked it, flicked the other with her hand, squeezed the whole breast and even softly bitten into it, while her other hand wiggled itself in between her thighs and slowly ascended, rubbing against the skin.

The succubus continued. Her hand grasped Amy’s nethers and only gently rubbed against them, letting her hips do the work instead. She loved how the girl wiggled against her. She encouraged her on by continuing to lick the peaches on her chest and give them all the attention they deserved.

When she felt even greater pull by the girl, she pulled herself up to kiss her viciously and slowly entered her wet slit with a finger. She felt it enveloping her finger quickly, while she trembled in her grasp. The slit was very welcoming, so she added a second finger and quickly dug deep, enjoying how her breathing and moaning deepened.

But then there came a bash on the door.

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Ben Kidder woke up on the floor of his den, in front of his couch. It was Saturday morning and his back was sore from sleeping on the floor for half the night. The many minds connected to his let themselves be known. Felicia was impatient and hungry. Susan was telling her lover in Corporate that she was going to get taken by aliens and the other three girls were still asleep.

Krista was draped over him and Lisa was sleeping on top of Raven on the couch. Her head was pillowed by the blonde’s big tits and there looked to be a small line of drool across them, originating from her mouth. All four of them were naked. Ben groaned at the memory of last night. He had tried to set the girls free but they had resisted his efforts in a way that he hadn’t quite been able to overcome.

The four of them had spent the night fucking. He had passed out in ecstasy again and again, only to be woken up by a soft pressure on his hardening dick a few hours later. The girls would stroke and suck him to hardness and then one of them would ride him, while another would sit on his face. The third would kneel next to them all and exchange kisses and spanks with the girls while allowing him to fingerbang her. The combined orgasms he felt through the telepathic links to their minds would overwhelm him and send him off to dreamland after he shot his load into a girl’s pussy and he’d sleep for a few hours before they’d wake him up again.

He gently rolled Krista off himself and got up, stifling a groan as he stood up and his neck stiffened painfully. He grimaced. Between his stiff back and neck, he was starting to feel like an old man. He didn’t worry too much about it, though. He knew that his Regeneration feat was going to rid him of the pains very soon. It was the sole reason he had spent half the night balls deep in pussy and didn’t have a sore crotch in the morning. He yawned and shuffled off to the kitchen.

“Hey, Boss,” Felicia greeted him. “Why are we back to the keeping the cat food in the cabinets thing again? You do remember that I don’t have opposable thumbs, right? I mean, I preffered it when we kept my food out in the open, Boss.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Ben quietly said.

Felicia jumped up on the counter and sat down to give him a good look while he opened up a cabinet and took out a can of cat food. “You dog,” she said.

“What was that?”

“I said, ‘you dog’, Boss. You spent half the night fucking the hotties in your den. Though, you don’t look too pleased about it.”

“It’s just ’cause my back is sore,” he said and opened the can of her food.

The cat snorted a laugh and said, “I bet you wish you were a cleric with a bushel of healing spells right about now, Boss!”

“Yeah, I do,” Ben said. “At least then I wouldn’t have a familiar nagging at me all the time.” He cast the Prestidigitation spell to heat up her food and make it taste like steak.

“Pfffft, you know you love me, Boss.”

Ben set the can down on the counter and Felicia dug into it with gusto. “Not even a ‘thank you’,” he asked.

“Thanks, Boss!”

“Much better. Now, tell me what the girls were doing while I slept.”

Felicia chewed on a big piece of food and said, “Oh, they were mostly whispering amongst themselves and talking and occasionally groping and kissing, too.”

“Whispering,” Ben asked. His brow drew down. “I don’t like the sound of that. What were they talking about?”

“Well, I spent half the night asleep myself, Boss, but, from what I gathered, they wwere mostly getting to know one another.”

“Getting to know one another?”

“Yeah, like where they grew up and what kind of music they liked and stuff like that, Boss. Then they did a little dress-up and fondled one another. It all looked like one big sleepover party, except that they rode you like a bronco, every couple of hours. I gotta tell you, Boss, you’ve got impressive stamina!”

Ben grunted and said, “Thanks.” He poured himself a mug of water, made it steaming hot with the Prestidigitation spell and put in a tea bag. “So, they didn’t, you know, plot, or anything like that?”

“Plot?”

“Yeah, like, you know,” Ben said, “like, how to play me and manipulate me to their own ends. Stuff like that?”

“Yes and no, Boss. While they were playing dress up with Lisa, they talked her into being the lowest on the totem pole and submitting to the other two, sexually, and Krista told Raven that she knows a guy around here that can make a grade-A fake ID for her, complete with background and such.”

“Way to bury the lead,” Ben said. “Who is this guy? Where do I find him?”

“She didn’t say, Boss. What she did say was that he owed her one and that he would probably do his best work for free. Raven was all peace, love and harmony after hearing that and the three of them seemed to start to really get along together before the last time they rode you.”

“So, no plotting against me,” Ben said.

“No, Boss. None whatsoever.”

“Did they act suspicious around you?”

“Nope,” Felicia said. “They even played with me a little, some time around midnight. What makes you think that they would bayburt escort be hatching a plot against you?” Ben just shrugged in response. “That’s sad, Boss. You know, not every girl is a monster that is out to rob you blind, or contaminate your precious, bodily fluids. Besides, you can always just order them to tell you the truth, Boss.”

“Don’t be quoting Doctor Strangelove to me, cat,” he said. “It’s just that I don’t want them to think that I’m some kind of lame, weirdo loser that only started to have meaningful experiences with girls four days ago, you know?”

The cat pulled her head out of the can and licked her whiskers. “But, Boss, you are a lame, weirdo loser that only started to have meaningful experiences with girls this week. How can you hope to hide that from them?”

Ben barked out a soft laugh and flicked his finger at the top of her head, playfully. “Shut up, you,” he said.

“Look, all kidding aside, Boss, I think that they’re good girls, deep down inside. Well, ok, Krista should never be left unsupervised. Like, not even for a second. But the other two seem nice. Well, Lisa does. Raven’s a bit iffy, too, if I’m honest, Boss.”

“See what I’m dealing with?”

The cat conceded his point with a soft grunt and put her head back into the can. “Could you make this taste like it had hollandaise sauce on it, Boss?” He did and she said, “Thank you!”

Ben stroked her head and left the kitchen to take a shower and shave. By the time he finished, the girls were still sound asleep. He got dressed and went to the kitchen. Felicia was licking her fur. “Hey, did the girls stay up the whole night,” Ben asked her.

“Pretty much, yeah,” she said. “They finally fell asleep the last time you did, Boss.”

Ben nodded. That would mean that they only had three hours of sleep. He decided to let them sleep some more. He went to the den and gently picked up Krista to carry her to his bed. He laid her down and covered her with a sheet. He went back to the den and looked at Lisa sleeping atop Raven. Neither looked very comfortable so he gently picked up Lisa and put her in bed next to Krista. He brought a fresh sheet to cover Raven with.

After that, he quietly made breakfast for himself. A big bowl of oatmeal that he made taste like fillet mignon in gorgonzola sauce. By the time he ate half of it, he changed its taste to that of chocolate cake.

He spent the rest of the morning scouring the newspapers and online adds for a new place to live. He wanted a better place that was closer to the university campus. It also had to be affordable and bigger than the one he lived in. Even if he didn’t keep the girls around, he would need the space to host his group’s AD&D nights when school started up again.

Nothing caught his eye, without violating his still limited budget, so he switched to rereading the spells of yesterday. He found that he no longer needed to cast Read Magic on himself. The spell had taught him how to read them on his own, without needing to cast it. He double checked his conclusions and sighed. The price of freeform magic was human life. He could tell that sacrificing animals to power it was not possible.

He set aside his frustrating work and paced the kitchen. The girls were still sleeping and softly snoring. He tried to come up with another way to use his limited spells to make money and was deep in thinking about the possible uses of his Stone Shape spell when he felt Raven wake up. She was slow to rouse fully and went to the bathroom to wash the grime of last night off herself. Krista and Lisa soon followed her lead. Ben couldn’t help but wear a persistent, glad grin as three nubile, young women paraded around his house wearing nothing but their birthday suits.

The girls complained of being hungry and Ben told them he’d have breakfast ready by the time they got dressed. He made more oatmeal and cast another spell of Prestidigitation. Raven came into the kitchen first, wearing a white wifebeater T-shirt and her customary black boyshorts. She took her seat, wearing a glad grin at seeing Ben’s expression and gestured at the door.

Krista walked in, wearing transparent harem pants and a red, silk scarf wrapped around her breasts and neck to serve as a halter top. Ben saw her lacy, red thong and knew that the day was going to be a scorcher, not only because of the air temperature outside. She sat down opposite Raven and Lisa came into the kitchen wearing a mockery of a French maid’s uniform. The frilly, black “dress” with the white apron in front of it, was only a few inches long. It came down to the tops of her hips and left her pussy and ass exposed to everyone’s eyes. Ben saw that she was freshly shaven. Above her waist, the uniform consisted of two wide strips of black fabric that went over her tits, covering just her nipples, and were then tied off around her throat to look like a choker with a bowtie in front. It took Ben a few moments to spot that she was wearing fishnet stockings, that only came up to mid-thigh, and a pair of black pumps.

Ben gaped at her obscene bartın escort dress and she blushed visibly, while keeping her eyes down in a submissive posture. Before he could say or do anything, Krista harrumphed and Lisa knelt on the floor. She didn’t look very comfortable and Ben focused on his link with her mind. Her knees really hurt her. “Stand up,” he said.

Lisa reluctantly did so, keeping her eyes to the floor. “Ben,” Krista said, “the servants should be made to kneel.”

“Why do your knees hurt you so much,” he asked Lisa.

Lisa hesitated before saying, “When I was eleven, some kids threw rocks at me while I was climbing a tree. They hit me and knocked me out of the tree and I landed on my knees. I ended up in splints for a month. I can walk and run and everything, but they really hurt while I’m kneeling.”

“New rule in this house,” Ben said. “If, and I do say if, we are going to do the whole sex slave harem thing, then all kneeling will be done on cushions. Ok? It is forbidden to kneel without a cushion!”

All three girls agreed. Lisa pulled out the third chair at his kitchen table for him to sit in. Ben smiled and gestured for her to sit down instead. She hesitated and he gestured again, this time with an accompanying nod. She sat down and Ben could feel the texture of the chair’s seat against her freshly shaven and very sensitive pussy lips. It made him smile.

He served each girl with a bowl of oatmeal. They all affected insencere smiles and thanked him. “What would you like your breakfast to taste like,” he asked them. They raised their eyebrows in confusion and hesitated answering.

“A hot fudge sundae,” Krista said at last. Ben made it so and gestured for her to eat her food. She took a mouthful and immediately began to moan in delight. She pulled her spoon out of her mouth to wave around as she moaned some more.

“Ok,” Raven said, smiling widely, “can I have mine taste like caviar?” Ben shrugged at her request and made it so.

“I’d like prosciutto and melon, please,” Lisa said. Ben made it so and nodded at her.

Raven started making choked up, disgusted noises and looked to be on the verge of vomiting. She looked around and finally spat out her mouthful on the table, next to her own bowl. “Bleh,” she said. “What the hell, Ben?! I asked for caviar! This tastes like salted fish shit!”

“Well, yeah,” Ben said, confused, “that’s pretty much what caviar tastes like. And I did make your food taste like caviar.”

“Bullshit,” Raven said.

“Have you ever had caviar before,” Krista asked.

Raven looked put upon for a moment, but then said, “No.”

Krista dipped her spoon into Raven’s bowl and took a little bit of her oatmeal to taste. “Yup,” she said, “that’s caviar.”

Raven looked unconvinced as her eyes darted from one face to another. “Oh, come on,” she said. “You’re pulling my leg! There’s no way rich people pay lots of money for something that tastes like this!”

It took Ben, Lisa and Krista a minute to convince her that they weren’t pulling a prank on her and she finally said, “Can I have another bowl of oatmeal, please?”

“Sure,” Ben said, slightly confused. “Or I can just change the taste of the one you’ve already got.”

“You can do that,” Raven asked.

“Yeah,” Ben said. “No problem.”

“Listen,” Raven said, “can you make it taste like strawberries? Just taste like them, nothing else. No actual strawberries, or essence of strawberry in it. Can you do that?”

“Sure,” Ben said, smiling. He made it so. “I already did.”

Raven tentatively spooned a little bit of oatmeal into her mouth and started to moan ecstatically. “Lemme guess,” Krista said. “You’re allergic to strawberries?” Raven nodded yes and began to shovel spoonfuls into her mouth, looking incredibly delighted. “And yet you love the taste of those little, red murderberries.” Raven shrugged and kept eating. “Ben, could you change mine into Peking duck?”

Ben spent the next ten minutes changing the taste of Krista and Lisa’s food, while Raven stuck with the taste of strawberries. By the time Krista was scooping up the last of her oatmeal she said, “You know, this reminds me of a very important issue that we haven’t addressed yet.” She put her spoon in her mouth. It tasted of millefeuille.

“And what’s that,” Ben asked while Krista savored her dessert.

“Your magic,” she said. “If you’re going to go on a quest to hunt down cultists, or whomever, we need to know what you can actually do with your magic.”

Ben’s brow drew down. “Why would you need to know that,” he asked.

“So we can help you with your tactical planning and stuff like that,” Krista said. She started counting on her fingers “We need to know if you can heal us if we get hurt, if you can heal yourself, if there are things that can make people immune to your magic, what kinds of spells you can cast, what are their limitations… Any number of things that enter into a tactical equation.” Ben looked at her dubiously. “I mean, come on, Ben! You’re a badass, but no one makes it big by working ığdır escort all on their own. You need someone to help you, even if it’s only with the little things. You can sound off your plans on us and we can give you our honest opinions… Four heads are better than one, you know! Besides, who can you trust if not your slave girls? Am I right, gals?”

Ben sent Krista the order to tell the truth about why she wanted to know the details of his magical ability. She resisted the order unsuccessfully.

“I want to know so I can protect myself against this kind of thing ever happening to me again,” she said. ” I want to know exactly what kinds of miraculous things you can do for me. I know you can teleport and make me orgasm on command,” the other two girls perked up in interest at hearing that, “and I tingle with excitement whenever I wonder what else you’ve got up your sleeve.” She paused, saw Ben’s frown and held up her hands. “But I would never use that information against you, Ben! I swear it!”

He sent her the order to tell him the truth about when and how she would use any weakness he told her about. She resisted his order and looked like she was going to bite her tongue before she said, “If you pushed me too far, I’d sidle up next to you, all smiles and sultry stares, and strike hard and fast while you were distracted.”

Raven and Lisa gasped in shock. Ben just glared at Krista. She stood up and put her hands on her head in a blind panic. “It would never come to that, Ben,” she pleadingly said, “you’ve got to believe me! You’re a good guy and it would never come to that, I swear! I mean, I’m just trying to look out for myself, you know? Shit! This is all coming out wrong! Ben, listen to me, I’m not looking for a way to hurt you. I swear that I’m not looking for any kind of vengeance!”

“Yeah, that,” Ben said, “that’s enough, Krista.”

“Look,” Krista said, “you can order me to tell you the truth! Order me now! I’ll tell you that I only don’t want to feel utterly helpless. That’s it. That’s all that I want. An illusion of control, of being able to fight back if things went to shit. Or, or to fight for you, if we came across another one like you! You know? I have zero, I repeat, zero intention of ever-” She fell silent when Ben sent her the order to stop talking. Tears were glistening in the corners of her eyes and her lower lip was trembling.

Raven and Lisa looked anxious and worried, too. “See,” Ben said, “this is why I hate the idea of keeping you as my slaves. Look at you! All three of you are scared of me. I hate that. I can’t imagine ever growing to like that. I just… I think it might be best if we part ways after all.”

“No,” all three girls exclaimed at the same time. Krista sat back down.

“I’m not leaving your side,” Lisa firmly said.

“Ben,” Raven said, “I’m not scared of you, I’m scared of what others might do to me if you send me away from you! I swear! Order me to tell you the truth! I know you wouldn’t hurt me! You had me over the barrel already and you proved what you’re made of. You could have used the spell that was meant to turn me back to blackmail me into obedience and you didn’t. You just wiped it off me. I trust you, Ben. You can only scare me by sending me away from you.”

She stood up and took his hand. She brought it up to her mouth and kissed it. “And for the record,” she said, “I don’t want to know any more about your magic than what you are willing to share or you decide that I should know. I mean it. If you don’t want me to know anything, I’m perfectly fine with that. I trust you and your judgement.”

“Me, too,” Lisa said.

Ben could feel that she was not afraid of him and that gave him comfort. He looked over at Krista and concentrated on his link to her mind. He felt that she was afraid of him sending her away. His calm expression was again praying upon her nerves. He knew that she couldn’t actually find anything to fight his magic with, only another caster that was able to cast antimagic field would be capable of doing that, but the matter-of-fact way she said she’d sidle up to him, smile and strike still unnerved him. He imagined that there were very few underhanded moves under the Sun that she didn’t have experience with.

“Ok,” he said. “I’ll tell you about my magic when it becomes neccessary. If it becomes neccessary. Not before.” The three girls relaxed and he pulled out of his links to Lisa and Krista’s minds. “I will, however, reveal one thing to you right now.” He used his Prestidigitation spell to clean up all the dishes in a flash. “There is no need to clean while I’m around.” He stood next to Krista. “If that fact can sway your mind over whether or not to strike.”

Krista choked back a sob and he went into his den. Raven and Lisa put their hands on her shoulders and whispered comforting words.

He sat down at his desk and put all the spell drawings he had into a drawer. The girls slowly shuffled into the den to sit on the couch. Raven sat closest to him, while Krista sat farthest away. “So,” Ben said, “now that we’ve had that awkward confession, shall we talk about this arrangement of ours?” All three girls looked hesitant. “I’ll start. I’m not comfortable with the idea of keeping sex slaves, as I’ve already told you. However, I am inclined towards letting the three of you stay with me for some time. At least until the spells of domination end. Now, what were you girls talking about last night, while I was asleep?”

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The air was warm and humid, a slight breeze passed through the Arathi Plains. Two armies stood at opposite ends. The Horde, and the alliance. The alliance army was comprised of members from the race of men and night elves, the majority men from both races, but a good number of them were women too. At the opposite end, the horde army comprised of members from all the dark races. Orcs, Tauren, Trolls and undead. All the fighters were men except for a few orc and troll women who were also fighters. Among them was also the horde’s newest breeder Yunie. Her stomach swollen as she was now carrying inside her a future Orc warrior. She wore a sheer see through dress with a gold stitch trim, the horde’s symbol stitched in front. She wore her slave collar as well, the tags “Sex Slave” and “Breeder” attached to them. She also decided to tattoo “Horde Slut” above her now shaved pink pussy, to let all who saw her know who she belonged to. She knew she would be scorned for life from the alliance, but she didn’t care anymore, to her, the men from the alliance were all wimps anyway. After all the pleasure she had received from the horde races, she could never go back to those wimps in the alliance.

It had already been a year, and Yunie had been taken many times already by the vicious Orc men. Her purpose as a breeder was simply that, she would be taken as many times as it took to get her pregnant. She was to be both sex slave and breeder of future Orc warriors. She didn’t care though, she loved every minute of it. She was not restricted to just Orcs though, she had already been taken many times by Trolls, as well as Tauren, and even undead. While at first she thought it to be pretty disgusting, the pleasure that followed by being raped in all her holes by four undead warriors made her change her mind. In fact, she secretly loved it as much as she loved Orcs and Taurens.

When Yunie was not busy serving the horde men and women at her new home in the swamplands, she was usually taken to the battle grounds and placed inside a tent, her purpose, just like that of all breeders, to “raise” troop morale before, during and after battle. Today was going to be no exception, and she licked her lips, letting out a low moan just thinking of what would be done to her pregnant body today. The air was hot and it seemed like the battle would be a long one, which meant that the horde members would need their morale “raised” quite often.

Leading the horde army in this raid was general Trogg, Yunie’s first Orc cock. He looked with sharp eyes at the opposing army, grinned wickedly, bearing his sharp teeth. Yunie stood next to him. “Mmm… many human women and night elf women.” He said licking his lower lips, chuckling to himself, then stared down at Yunie, ran his thick green fingers over Yunie’s collar. “Today we will take your female friends and make them our slaves.” He promised, a wicked smile spread across his face, Yunie looked up at him, she giggled wickedly, her pussy starting to get wet at the thought. He had said before that perhaps the horde should spare all the night elf women from Azeroth and make them the horde’s slaves, but she didn’t know if he was serious. Trogg then placed his hand over her swollen pregnant belly, “Then we will make them ours by turning them into breeders, just like you” the nearby Orc warriors that heard him grinned, chuckled and high fived each other. Trogg then turned and faced the rest of the army. “Kill all the men!” he shouted, “Kill them all, but spare the women,” he said, the army listening intently, “Today we will capture them and make them our slaves!” He said with a loud cackle, the army followed with a cheer and a cackle of their own. “When we’re done with them, they’re gonna beg to be our breeders and leave those wimps behind!” he promised, “For the Horde!” he cheered, the army cheering back. Already Trogg could see the men in the alliance starting to cower and get nervous, the human and night elf women on the other hand, while more resolute in fighting the horde, kütahya escort a tinge of fear could be found as their bodies shivered slightly.

“Go to your tent elf slave” Trogg looked at Yunie, then grinned wickedly, “Don’t forget that you’re here to raise our troop morale” he joked, “Breeder’s must stay in a safe place, besides there will be plenty of men who will join you later, I’ve even arranged for three generals of the undead army to see you.” Trogg said with a wicked grin, Yunie’s cheeks flushed. “When they’re done, I’ll come in and take that pregnant slutty body of yours too” he said with a grin. Yunie couldn’t contain herself, her whole body shivered and got hotter at what was to transpire, she quickly hurried to the Breeder’s tent for her meeting.

Coming in to the breeder’s tent, there were tons of throw pillows on the ground, there was no need for anything else as breeder’s knew what they were there to do. A musky scent covered the tent, and in the center of the tent stood the three undead corpses, generals of the undead army, she stood there paralyzed for a moment as three pairs of glowing eyes looked at the pregnant breeder, a crooked smile spread through their faces. They were dressed in rust covered armor, beaten from years of use. While their facial features were not completely missing, and there was still some resemblance to a human face, some of their limbs were nothing but bone stuck together to their rotting flesh which was still holding together due to whatever arcane magic brought them to life. While there was still a lingering scent of rotten flesh in the air, the scent of sex was soon overwhelming Yunie. She didn’t care as long as they were members of the horde, and even if she did, she would have no choice in the matter. Being a breeder meant she would also have to please all members of the horde army, including the undead.

The first time she was taken by a group of undead, she was first paralyzed, this was natural and happened whenever someone other than trained horde members stared into their glowing eyes. The paralysis was only temporary of course, and she did eventually come to her senses at about the time they were undressing her. Back then she did feel very disgusted by the act, and Yunie remembered that even now. But she also remembered the intense pleasure brought on by the whole scene. Now she was about to repeat the scene, and though she was swollen with Orc child, the whole scene just made her hotter.

The three undead generals approached the still paralyzed pregnant night elf, their bones making cracking and popping sounds as they walked towards her. “Looks like she’s paralyzed,” grinned one of the undead generals, his name was Eexsar. “She may be a horde member, but she still can’t escape our eyes” Eexsar said with a vicious grin, licking his lower jaw. The other three cackled in response. “Mmm… and pregnant with child I see” Eexsar said with a hiss in his tone, “I’ll make ya a bet it’s probably Trogg’s, or Krock’s” he said cackling. “Not that it would matter, breeders only have two purposes, to please and to breed armies.” they all joined in a hideous penetrating cackle.

While Yunie was still paralyzed, she could still understand everything they were saying, her pussy was starting to flex involuntarily, and her wetness was soon seeping out. The whole scene had intoxicated her. Now that they had surrounded her, she could feel the bony hands start to caress and rub her body. After a moment, she started gaining control of her body again and she let out a low moan as fleshy and bony hands squeezed her supple breasts. The three walking corpses simply cackled and with a strong yank Eexsar ripped and tore her see through dress, leaving her naked exposed body to them. “You may need clothes outside elf slut, but inside this tent clothes will only interfere” he said with an evil grin. All three corpses licked their lips.

Regaining my senses, I stared at the three undead corpses, as they licked their lips. I returned the gesture and licked my lips seductively too, cooing and moaning. Taking notice of the bulges in their leather pants, I grinned wickedly and knelt on the floor and reached inside for their hard fleshy cocks. “Mmm…” I cooed, “looks like you boys need to let go of some stress” I said with emphasis, grinning as I started stroking their green-blue rotting members. I stared up at them with wicked smile as I engulfed Eexsar’s cock into my mouth, all three corpses stared down at me groaning as I moaned and pleasured their members.

“Mmm… now I can see why you decided to put that tattoo above your cunt,” said Eexsar, “You really are a Horde Slut!” He said grinning, quoting the phrase I tattooed above my shaved pussy. The other three joined in laughter as he grabbed the back of my head and bucked his hips deeper into my mouth, sinking more of his cock down my throat to where I could feel his hairy balls resting against my chin. “Don’t think you’ll be done soon either,” he continued, “I know there are some Tauren generals that want that pussy of yours” he smiled malatya escort wickedly. “Trogg will probably be too busy ‘converting’ those elf and human slut friends of yours in the field anyway to find time to come here” he promised with an evil grin.

“Mmm… I’ll do anything for the horde.” I promised, plopping Eexsars cock out of my mouth, “take my body however you please master, and if the Tauren want to take my body, I will serve them too.” I cooed with a promise, then engulfed another undead generals cock into my hungry mouth, purring.

“Good,” the three undead corpses laughed, “Once we’re done with you slave, you won’t be able to move for days.” With that said, Eexsar grabbed Yunie and tossed her towards the nearby throw pillows. Gently landing on the pillows strewn about the floors, she looked at them with a lustful look, licking her lips, she knew what was next, and she started teasing the corpses by caressing her breasts with one hand, splaying her legs wide, and rubbing her hungry wet pussy with the other. The three undead walked towards her, cackling, removing their armor, exposing their naked bodies, at least, what was left of their naked bodies. Their skin tinged a blue-green color, their bones exposed from their fleshy attachments. Their cocks stood tall at a near 12 to 13 inches, while not as big as Orcs or Tauren, they were definitely bigger than any alliance dick Yunie ever had. They eagerly stroked their cocks as they approached their victim.

“Mmm… come here boys” I said with a lustful tone in my voice. “Come here and fuck my pregnant pussy with your big fleshy cocks” I cooed as I fingered my pussy faster. The three pair of glowing eyes staring at me intently, grinning and licking their lips. My eyes looking intently at their big cocks, the rotting fleshy members swaying back and forth as they approached my naked body.

“Ooh, we’ll be fucking all of your holes you elf slut, not just your pussy.” Said Veekar, Eexsar’s second general in command. With a piercing cackle, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed his slimy, fleshy cock into my hungry mouth. I hummed and cooed as I took more and more of his cock down my throat, looking up at the disgusting beast with a wicked smile. “Oomm… she’s a real horde slut Eexsar, just look at how she eagerly takes my cock in her mouth” he laughed, Eexsar nodded in agreement as he took my legs and turned me over on my side, exposing my wet pussy.

“Guess the boys who had you last time were right,” Eexsar said kneeling down, his breath near my pussy. “looks like you’re going to be a really good fuck, better than any of the other horde breeders.” he said, then diving his mouth into my wet cunt, piercing my pussy lips with his rough tongue, or whatever was left of it for that matter. The room was soon overwhelmed with the musky scent of the undead and sex, I quickly started stroking the other two cocks at my sides. The whole scene overwhelmed my whole body, shuddering, my pussy quivering in anticipation as Eexsar ran his rough tongue all over my pussy and ass. The only thing that could be heard from the outside of the tent were the muffled moans from my hungry mouth as I continued licking and sucking the length of Veekar’s fleshy cock, and the loud cackles of the three undead generals as I pleased all of them at the same time.

In the meanwhile, outside could be heard loud crashes and explosions, clashing of swords, the voices of the horde army were loud and triumphant, were as the voices of the alliance army was slowly dwindling down. “Looks like Trogg won’t be needing our help after all,” joked Eexsar as he slowly started inserting two bony fingers into my wet cunt, the walls slowly spasming, closing and expanding as he moved his fingers in and out of me. The rough bony surface sending quakes all over my body as they touched my spot like nothing else had before. “Once Trogg is done with the alliance men, we’ll let you join your alliance friends, as we take them as our own sex slaves.” He hissed in my ear, my cheeks flushed red, moaning uncontrollably. The thought of it was overwhelming. A whole army of horde members having their way with night elf and human women in the battle field, being coerced into being the horde’s new breeders. Unable to control myself, I let out a loud moan, bobbing my head up and down Veekar’s cock harder and faster, my cum starting to flood out of my pussy and into Eexsar’s bony fingers, then down to the floor. The three undead corpses cackled loudly as they saw my cum gushing out and my body shuddering in pleasure.

“Looks like this little elf slut likes the idea!” exclaimed Eexsar. Then laid on the ground, pulling my heavy pregnant body above his slime covered cock, holding me up above his hips, my legs sprawled to the sides. “Just look at how much she came” he hissed, the three grinned. “Now we’re gonna give you what we REALLY came for elf breeder” he said grinning as he started lowering my pregnant body down on his cock, the fleshy bulbous head piercing my pussy walls. I let out a long drawn out moan as his hard rotting batman escort cock inched its way into my hungry cunt, the wall muscles accommodating his big member invitingly. He let out a loud triumphant groan as he impaled me on to his fleshy member. The other two cheered him on, then surrounded me again, caressing my naked body while I took their cocks into my mouth one at a time, moaning in pleasure as Eexsar bounced my body up and down on his cock with tremendous strength. Veekar and the other undead general whom they simply called “Snake” each engulfed one of my heavy breasts in their mouths, running their rough leathery tongues all over my breasts and nipples, they were moaning and groaning as I took their cocks in my mouth.

Snake was the ugliest of the three, not that any of them were attractive really, but at least Veekar and Eexsar’s faces were still somewhat intact, very little of their jaws had been eaten over time and little of their facial skeletal structure could be seen. Snake on the other hand, had a face beaten severely by both time and battle. He no longer had any hair on his scalp unlike the other two, and his slacked jaw was now nothing more than bone attached to thin flimsy muscles on his upper lips. However, his long, thick fleshy cock more than made up for his ugliness.

“God your pussy is so tight bitch!” exclaimed Eexsar as he continued pummeling my pussy raw. Then reached and snaked his tongue out, licking my neck and sensitive ears. The sensations where overwhelming my body, shuddering, my pussy was spasming uncontrollably. Moaning uncontrollably, I planted my feet firmly on the ground and started bouncing my heavy body harder and faster on the slimy fleshy rod, contracting and expanding my pussy walls as his member invaded my already raw pink pussy. “Fuck!” exclaimed Eexsar and held on to my hips tighter and pounded my slutty pussy harder, then he threw his head back and let out a loud triumphant groan, I then felt torrents of his cum started flowing into my cunt. The sensation made my whole body shudder uncontrollably falling on my side to the ground, panting and moaning, trickles of his cum, or whatever was left of it leaked out on to the ground.

When I came to, I was still laid on my side, Exsar had pulled out his slimy cock out of my hungry pussy and stood up, staring with a wicked grin, “Damn you’re a good fuck breeder,” he said with a hiss, “but now I have to go, don’t worry Veekar and Snake will take care of your remaining hole” a smile spread across his face reminding what they had mentioned earlier. They had said they would use all my holes and he planned on keeping to his word. With a mischievous cackle, Eexsar dressed and left to the battlements, leaving me sprawled on the pillows on my side. I was still a little groggy from the last event, and I couldn’t focus very well, but then my senses came back fully when I felt a fleshy hand reaching for my thighs. When I looked behind my back towards the direction the hand was coming from, and saw Veekar already placing himself behind me, lifting my long slender thighs as high as possible. He then started rubbing his cock head at the entrance of my quivering anal cavity. The only thing I could do was coo and moan as I felt his bulbous slimy head over my tight opening, Veekar grinned wickedly.

” Don’t forget Snake, Elf slut.” he said. I quickly snapped my head back and, there laid in front of me was snake. I looked in horror as he stared at me again with his glowing eyes, a frown was drawn on his face. His lower jaw was now missing! I looked down on the floor in horror, and there it stood on the ground, covered in spit and slime. The skeletal jaw must had fallen after my body had thrashed, turned and fallen on the ground. It probably detached itself from its flimsy muscles during the time he was sucking on my breasts. Now all that remained was his upper jaw and another flimsy muscle hanging which I could only assume was his tongue. Veekar laughed loudly, “Surprised elf? Now you’ll have to appease him” he grinned, “Ever felt two cocks up your ass slave?” he cackled.

My eyes widened, I could only stare in shock, “two?” I thought to myself, I may have had many horde members take me anally, but never two at the same time. Before I could even protest, thinking of how painful the experience was going to be, I felt Veekar’s fleshy member invade my tight asshole, my only response was a loud scream of pain.

“Shut her up snake” Veekar ordered the other undead corpse, “the only thing I want to hear are your moans of pleasure elf breeder.” he hissed in my ear as he pushed more and more of his cock in my ass. Before I could make any reaction, I suddenly felt a slimy muscle inside my throat. I opened my eyes and saw snake forcefully piercing my throat with his tongue, muffling my screams as what was left of his mouth encompassed mine. This wasn’t a kiss, a kiss is done by two people who care about each other. This was more primal, and its purpose, as Veekar had said, was to shut me up as I knew that what I was to receive would be very painful. After my ass got accustomed to Veekar’s cock invading my anal cavity, I started moaning in pleasure and accepting Snake’s tongue snaking in and out of my mouth. Veekar saw this and laughed. “Looks like she’s starting to like you snake. Or is it that you like having a big cock in your ass, slut?” he asked with a grin spread across his face. I could only reply with a muffled moan of pleasure.

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(Note; this story is a sequel to my earlier Restarted, parts one and two, and to The Transgression Solutions, hence also belongs in the same series as Thanks for the Memories.)

*

The two people lurched through the apartment door together, humming the tune of “Waterloo” in very poor harmony, and then the man stopped for a moment to tell the apartment lights to come on at one-third power. Then he turned towards the woman and leaned towards her.

She didn’t accept his kiss, however, but held him at a little distance as she looked him in the eye. “Is it really true, then?” she asked.

“Is what true?”

“About you being ninety years old.”

“Ninety-four, actually. But of course it’s true. You can look at my implant if you want.”

“Fucking hell.”

He paused to stare at her. “How old are you, then?” he asked.

“Nineteen,” she replied. “Fuck. Bit of a difference, isn’t it?”

“Look,” he said, “if it’s just too weird for you, do just say.”

“No. It’s just fucking amazing. I’m up for it, so long as you fuck like you look.”

“How do I look, then?” the man asked.

“Actually,” the young woman said, “you look like an office worker who goes down to the gym too often.”

“Oh. Well, in that case, I think that I can promise that I fuck better than I look.”

“Good,” the woman said, unfastening the clasp that held a black lace shawl across her shoulders. Throwing the shawl aside, she stood with her hands on her hips as the man gazed at her crimson leather corset. Her long, jet-black hair was fastened in two plaits, which hung down past her shoulders, while her face was pale, and she appeared to be wearing dark eye make-up and scarlet lipstick.

“Nice,” he said, and untied the laces that held the corset closed at the top.

“Old-fashioned enough for you?” she challenged.

“Lot more old-fashioned than me, actually,” he told her. Grasping the top edge of the corset with both hands, he drew it open so that her breasts came free. “Nice,” he repeated, and bent forward to kiss them. Her skin was pale, almost dead white, while her nipples were like dark rubies.

“Thanks,” she said, looking down to watch his mouth working on those nipples.

“Just out of interest…” he said, raising his head again to look her in the eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Sorry, but this stuff is new to me. You’ve had some kind of treatment, to look like that?”

“Oh, yeah. Semi-permanent pigment modification. You like it?”

“Looks great,” he assured her, and illustrated the point with several more kisses. “But if I look so boring to you,” he asked, straightening up and grasping her waist with both hands, “why’d you take an interest in me?”

She shrugged. “Dunno really,” she said. “I guess that there was something about the way you were watching the band — fuck, you were at the gig in the first place … What’s so funny?”

“Sorry,” he said. “But — an Abba tribute band?”

“Yeah. What about it?”

“I guess that I was surprised to see someone like you there.”

“Why’s that?” she said, sounding slightly annoyed but mostly puzzled.

The man shrugged. “Well,” he said “look — is your style Goth Revival or something?”

“Goth,” the young woman said fiercely. “Never needed reviving.”

“Okay,” he said, “but I don’t remember Goths being very into Abba in my time.”

She shrugged. “Are we going to stand here all night?” she asked.

“Sorry,” he said, releasing his grip and guiding her into the apartment. “Would you like another drink?”

“Not specially,” she said. “Would you like a fuck?”

“Yes,” he said, diverting her towards his bedroom. Once they were there, she sat on the bed to unfasten and remove her high-heeled shoes, and then stood up again and pulled up the hem of her multi-layered black gauze skirt so that she could drop the black lace G-string she was wearing underneath it. He, meanwhile, had struggled out of his tunic and shirt and kicked off his own shoes, and she stepped up to him and embraced him, nuzzling at his shoulder and then nibbling at it, hard.

“Ow!” he said.

“Oh. Fuck. Sorry.” she said, breaking the embrace. “These are new.” She grinned at him, drawing her scarlet lips back to reveal that her canine teeth were elongated and needle-pointed.

“Hell’s bells,” he said. “Very fancy.” He craned to look at his shoulder, where a pair of small drops of bright blood marked the place where she had bitten him.

“Sorry,” she repeated. “I won’t do that again. Hope you don’t mind them otherwise.”

“No,” he said carefully. “But I won’t be asking you for a blow job.”

She grinned again, more naturally now. “I’ll make that up to you,” she said. “Take your pants off.”

The man obeyed, and the woman ran a hand down his belly until she reached his cock, which she began to manipulate deftly. At the same time, she began to run her tongue over his nipples. He gasped, and simply artvin escort stood enjoying the sensation for perhaps a minute, before steering her to the double bed. She sat down and lay back, and he finished unfastening and opening up her corset. She cast it aside, leaving herself topless. Then he lifted her skirt up, and smiled as he saw her stocking tops and her pussy, with just a neat tuft of dead-white hair contrasting with the hair on her head. He moved up to the medical implant display on her shoulder, tapped it three times, and smiled at what he saw. She returned the gesture with an impatient look, then raised her eyebrows.

“Okay,” she said, “you are ninety-four.”

He moved back down her body to bring his mouth to her crotch. She moved her thighs apart, and he knelt between them and probed her cunt with his tongue. She inhaled sharply for a moment when he found the entrance, then relaxed as her probed and caressed her.

After a moment, he looked up. “Pardon my saying,” he said, “but you’ve been heavy with the perfume down here.”

She laughed. “Oh, that,” she said. “that’s a treatment. Just a temporary thing. Lasts about a month.”

“Jeez,” he muttered, then went back to her pussy. Running his tongue up the line of her cunt lips, he made her gasp for a second with careful pressure on her clitoris, then stood up and pushed her skirt entirely away from her crotch. She wriggled a little further up the bed, he knelt between her thighs, and she sat up and took his erection in one hand while caressing his balls with the other. A moment later, he began to breath deeply as she moved her grip carefully up and down the length of his cock, and she grinned her fanged grin as it quivered in her hands, the tip glistening before her eyes.

“God,” he said, then “please…”

She took her hand from his balls and applied it to her own pussy, fondling herself for a moment and then carefully parting her cunt lips as he gazed down at them. Then she shifted a little more, guiding him to her entrance.

He began to push into her, carefully and slowly — slowly enough that after a few seconds, she was digging crimson-painted fingernails into the sides of his hips, pulling him in harder and faster. She gasped sharply as he entered her entirely, and then they grinned at each other as he held himself above her.

Then they began to move together, and she sighed deeply. “Ninety-four…” she muttered.

“Body’s just a few months old…” he replied. “Younger than yours…”

“You saying I’m old?”

“Hell, no.” He smiled briefly. “Young and tight.”

“Glad you like it.”

“Anyway,” he said, “I hope that I do fuck better than I look.”

“I dunno,” she said. “I’ve never fucked an office drone.”

“Perhaps you ought to,” he said, pausing for a moment. “I was one for forty years.” He smiled. “Though actually, I think that I was pretty boring fuck most of that time.”

“So being Restarted…”

“Made me fit and healthy again,” he said. “But it was realising that I had a second life made me want to do things better this time.” He moved again, slowly but firmly inside her. “And to fuck a few more different women.”

“I’m another tick on your list?” she asked. He didn’t reply, but kept an impassive expression as he thrust into her steadily and rhythmically. “Oh, fuck it,” she muttered, and wrapped her stockinged legs around him, clamping her heels against his thighs. She closed her eyes, and began to gasp ecstatically, occasionally letting slip another “oh, fuck,” until with a final deep gasp, her body quivered under him.

Now he lowered himself on top of her, holding her head gently with both his hands, pressing his chest against her breasts. His thrusts grew harder and less regular, until suddenly he too groaned, and she felt his orgasm pouring into her.

They rested together for a moment, and then she disentangled her legs from around him, and he carefully extracted his softening cock from her pussy and rolled off her. They lay side by side, silent for a moment.

“I hope that wasn’t too conventional for you,” he said pensively after perhaps a minute.

“What do you mean?”

He laughed. “Sorry. Me thinking in clichés. I wondered if you’d turn out to be into bondage or something.”

She grinned. “Wanna be tied up, then? Or do you wanna tie me up, then, lover?”

“I’ll try anything once. Having a dangerous vampire at my mercy… Yeah, mind if we try that?”

“Okay.” She shrugged.

He found a couple of soft scarves somewhere, and fastened her wrists to the head of the bed. She wriggled and grinned, and he ran a hand gently over her breasts, before examining her skirt for a moment until he found the fastening. Undoing that, he removed the garment and threw it onto a nearby chair. Then, slowly, a little teasingly, he rolled her stockings down her legs, one after the other, leaving aydın escort her entirely naked. She sighed softly with pleasure.

“It’s traditional to impale a vampire with a wooden stake,” he commented.

“No fucking wooden stakes here, lover.”

“This do?” he asked, with a gesture.

She glanced at him below the waist. “Yeah, it will. So impale me with it, why don’t you?”

She spread her thighs and he placed himself between them, then carefully guided himself to her entrance once again. “Want it?” he asked.

“Fuck me, you bastard!” she said softly.

“Like you could stop me.” He pushed, and they sighed in unison.

“Yeah,” she said.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Yes, yes, yes,” they chorused as he pounded into her. She bared her fangs for a moment, and he reared back, than set to pounding her harder and harder. She let out a shrill “oh!” then writhed against him; he lowered himself so that he could clutch her naked buttocks with both hands, squeezing her against himself. She grinned, and he gasped as he came again.

Then he carefully extracted himself, his softening cock briefly leaving a silvery trail on her pale skin, and sat beside her, looking up and down the length of her body with a soft smile.

“You wanna untie me know?” she said, “Just I’m getting a bit of cramp here.”

“Not yet,” he said, suddenly abrupt.

“Oh,” she said, staring at him. “Oh shit. Look, my phone knows where we are, and it’ll call for help if I scream right. And my implant’s supposed to call someone if anything happens to me.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” he said quickly. “I’m not into any of that stuff. You’re safe with me. I’ll untie you in a minute. I just want to have a word with you and not have you find an excuse to leave.”

“Fuck you,” she said. “I will scream…”

“And I’ll tell people that you’re an industrial spy.”

“What?”

He smiled softly. “And that bite,” he said. “Technically … okay, well, I guess that you can say it was consensual. But would you want anyone to take too close a look at those teeth?”

She studied him carefully. “What do you think this is about?” she asked carefully.

“Oh, the hospital warns all of us,” he said. “There’s no magic drug in our blood, but there are enough commercial secrets involved in the Restart thing that certain people might want a sample. Just to see what they can find.”

“And you reckon that’s what I wanted?” she said, not sounding quite disdainful enough.

“Once my brains had taken over from my balls,” he said. “I mean, say what you like, you and those couple of friends you were with did look out of place at that gig. And I’m not sure I’m very interesting at first glance, let alone being your type. And the bite … well, I hope that you’re normally more careful with those things.”

She stared at him. “So what do you plan to do now?” she asked.

“Me? Not much. The hospital told us to be careful, but there are a thousand ways to get a blood sample from someone if you really want, so they make sure that there’s not much in there to discover. This is no big deal, really. I guess I’m mostly just curious. Are you really an industrial spy?”

The woman sighed, all the defiance fading. “No,” she said, “not really. Not, like, as a full-time job.”

“Then what’s this all about?”

She sighed. “All these treatments cost money,” she said. “One of the doctors at the clinic — he knew that I was looking at some new expensive stuff, and he told me that he could get me it for free if I could get something for him. He’s got connections, in the pharma biz.”

The man sighed. “Of course he has. So you sold your soul to become a vampire,” he said.

“It was just a little job,” the young woman muttered.

“Sure,” he said. “Did you get paid in advance?”

“The teeth are the pay. Most of it. They’re supposed to take out the mechanism when I go back with the sample. Make them a bit less sharp, too.”

“That’s probably just as well, yeah.” He shrugged. “Look, I believe you — maybe I’m gullible, but sorry, you really weren’t slick enough to be an expert spy — and I don’t want to screw things up for you more than you might screw up yourself. Let’s say I won’t tell anyone about you personally if you tell me the name of the clinic and the doctor.”

“You’ll do that?” she said.

“Why not?” he said. “This isn’t my fight. I got bitten, but I got laid too, so what the hell. If you get a sample, other people may not try. I’ll even not tell anyone for a day or so. Should give you time to get the teeth changed.”

The young woman gave him names, and he checked them with a portable computer. Then he stepped over to the bed and reached out to one of her wrists.

“By the way,” he said, pausing, “I haven’t forgotten that you’ve still got those teeth. But aside from the house computer and my implant, I’ve got ten or twenty pounds balıkesir escort of Restarted muscle on you. Plus seventy-five years of being nasty.”

“I’m not a complete idiot,” she muttered.

He untied the bonds, and the young woman massaged her wrists briefly and looked at him sheepishly. He looked back at her with a faint smile.

“I have to admit,” he said, “In ninety-four years, I’ve never done it with a professional before.”

“I’m not a hooker,” she snapped.

The man sighed. “You slept with … sorry, I should say fucked me because someone was paying you,” he pointed out.

“Somebody was paying me to get a blood sample,” she said. “They didn’t tell me to fuck you.”

“But they gave you those teeth. The number of ways you could use those without getting arrested is pretty small.”

“I was making this shit up as I went along!” she said. “I had to get you alone and get close to you, sure, but coming back here was just how it seemed to work. And you’re not bad looking, y’know, and I thought what the fuck, I haven’t done it with anyone that old before…”

“I guess I’m flattered,” he said. “Even if I’m a tick on your list.”

“Believe what you like,” she said, sitting hunched and naked on the bed.

The man sat beside her, still naked himself. “Okay,” he said. “Not professional — enthusiastic amateur. Anyway, thanks,” he added.

“What?” she said, startled.

“Some friends have been telling me I ought to be more adventurous,” he explained. “Picking up a cute Goth teenager seemed like a good start. Getting bitten by a wannabe vampire, getting seduced by a spy — well, that stuff was a bonus, wasn’t it?”

“Sarcastic bastard.”

“No, honestly.” He patted her on the shoulder. “thanks.”

“You think I’m an idiot,” she muttered.

“Not really. You’re young and inexperienced, so you want cool toys, you don’t want to defer gratification, and you let yourself be used. But being Restarted makes me pretty impatient too, and makes me want to screw cute Goth girls. So we both got what we wanted. No idiots here.”

“Not sure I wanna be cute,” she said.

“Tough. It’s better than being not bad and interesting because you’re old.”

“What was that other thing you said? About, what, gratification?”

“You don’t want to defer it. You want everything now.” The man sighed. “Don’t worry, being Restarted makes me much the same. It’s why I let you get close to me before I started wondering why you’d want to.”

She stretched out, no longer bothering to hunch around her nakedness. “You are old,” she said, “and it is weird. Half the time, you’re like any other guy, and the other time you talk like my dad.”

“I’ll let you in on a secret. Your dad is probably like me the other half of the time, too. He won’t have teenage-level hormones like me, but if he’s not trying to set you a good example — especially if he’s getting laid — he’ll act human.”

“You reckon?”

“Trust me. Been there myself, fifty years ago.”

“You’ve got kids, have you?”

“They’re old enough to be your grandparents, now.”

“Fuck.” She laughed nervously. “But you didn’t try to set me an example,” she pointed out.

“Not my job. I just wanted to get laid.”

“Actually, you weren’t too bad at that. Really.”

“Thanks,” he said. “I do try.”

By some kind of unspoken mutual agreement, they both moved to lie side by side on the bed as they talked. He looked frankly up and down her body, and shook his head. “Amazing what they can do these days,” he said.

“You can talk!”

He laughed. “True.” He twisted and leaned forward to kiss one of her nipples. She looked momentarily startled, but didn’t stop him. After a moment, though, he paused. “Sorry,” he said. “Being Restarted makes me as bad as any boy your age.”

“S’Okay,” she said with a shrug. “I like boys.”

He laughed. “I prefer girls,” he said.

“Tried boys, have you?”

“Just the once.”

She rolled onto her side and looked at him, startled. He shrugged at her. “What, is that so weird? New life, try everything once this time round.”

“Fuck,” she muttered, and put one hand flat on his chest. “Aren’t you old enough to think that’s illegal or something?”

He smiled. “You know your history. But these days…” he shrugged. “I’m not really that old person any more. Because I don’t want to be.”

She didn’t move her hand. “I know how that works. You’ve got to be who you want to be, right?”

He smiled. “Quite. Oh god, I am turning into a teenager, aren’t I?”

She shrugged.

“By the way,” he added, “did you know that your boobs move nicely when you shrug?”

She flashed her fangs at him. “You trying to be annoying?” she asked.

“Not especially. But we’ve both had what we wanted, so I thought I’d just try being honest.”

“Anyone ever tell you that wasn’t the way to get what you wanted twice?”

“That’d have to be three times,” he muttered, but he also frowned. “I guess that I didn’t think that was very likely,” he said.

“Dunno why not. You’re looking quite hopeful.”

He glanced down at his cock, which was indeed becoming engorged once again. “Just because I want something, doesn’t mean I think I must have got a chance of getting it,” he said.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

*****

Introduction:

I was sitting at the Space Terminal in the Republics Capita. I was pondering on the circumstances that had brought me to this point as I thought about my first field assignment! Had my superiors lost their minds? Was I about to be suddenly recalled to my desk and told that it was all some sick joke or the failure of some assessment programme or even the result of an enemy computer virus that had infected the agency Central Brain?

I had never been out of the Capital before far less off planet and now I had been asked to go to the Anarchist hell holes of the Free Alliance Worlds. I had the urge to return to my safe apartment and my safe but interesting office job. I considered myself the last choice as being suitable for such an assignment.

However there was nowhere I could run to. I was being discreetly watched and I was also loaded with the latest agency tech hardware and software. In a way it was also a compliment as my superiors consider me a loyal citizen of the Republic. Still I would prefer to be going back to being the office mouse. Well one of the things I wanted to be at least.

I had just been a desk analyst at the Peoples Republic Intelligence Coordinating Kommand for 5 years since being recruited as a student from the Peoples Cosmos Institute.

The acronym made us sound comical and we were the butt of some pretty dire sick humour. Making jokes at the expense of the agency was one form of political humour that was allowed in the Revolutionary Republic.

It was a good front as the agency was not something you wanted scrutinising your affairs. Blackmail, extortion and physical violence were tools that it would use in the defense of the Republic without loosing any sleep. Nor would it stop with those measures mentioned above as murder and assassination were regularly sanctioned by the agency.

The agency though kept a very close eye on political opposition and possible free thinking radicals. It had eyes and ears in every corner of the Republics military and civilian sectors and two of each eye and two ears if not several in every govt front office and even backwater outposts.

Oh as an analyst I was first rate and the office tea and coffee maker and gofer as in go for this and go for that, well I was fine with that. I did wonder though as to why I was even recruited in the first place. I suppose I was a star student with top marks in Natural and Revolutionary Philosophy, my mother and father also being high ranking bureaucrats in the Republican Govt.

My mind swept back to the day when I was called into my superior’s office. It was the day my world was turned upside down and inside out. I remember his words as he and the uniformed Major from the Alien Intelligence Kommando sat quietly scrutinising me. He gave me the creeps, nearly all men did. Not that my inclinations were for women as they gave me the creeps in equal measure. It was my superior’s words that were ingrained on my memory though.

He smiled with his lopsided grin that had just a hint of menace as he spoke “Agent Griffin please be seated!”

He then made an introduction and there was an elongated pause before he spoke again. He spoke brusquely to me as was his usual way and it was clear he had called me for something more than just to make coffee for him and the brooding major.

He spoke “Agent Griffin I have been studying your file and your records! A most impressive record as an analyst! Your work has led to the arrest and conviction of no less than 27 enemies of the Republic!

You have a sharp mind and eye for detail that is most extraordinary! The Major here has noted in your assessment tests a remarkable score of 100% in identifying the faces and profiles of individuals that passed your senses! Even when they were in disguise!

In fact out of all the agents employed at the agency and as you know there are some 50,000! You and you alone scored 100%! You have a unique talent that the major here feels that the Republic can put to better use! For the moment though we will say nothing of what use you might be put to in the service of the Republic!

Your records and indeed your assessment and your overall profile raises questions agent Griffin! You are something of an enigma to us! Indeed it begs the question why it is you are not yet a field agent!”

I knew exactly why I was not a field agent. Well several reasons actually. I did not have the desire or any ambition to be one for starters. I could not shoot to save myself. I would have caused injury to anyone near by if I was asked to hit a barn door at point blank range.

A breeze of wind could knock me over and that was generally why I never ventured out of the safe environment domes. I was a dead loss at unarmed combat which for some mad reason they insisted all agents, even desk hogging analysts should do.

Worse yet I did what I could to get out of anything kırklareli escort that involved any wild or what might be called natural environments. Nature meant dirt and I abhorred dirt of any kind. Fresh untreated air made me nauseous or giddy. It also smelled.

I was also normally an anxiety infected nervous wreck. I took several medications to control that. But then they knew that already. That might have been down to the work I also did though.

Also unlike the other female agents and specifically the field agents I was not what any man or woman for that matter could possibly perceive as attractive. Voluptuous, curvaceous, athletic, sexy or even cute were not synonyms that could be applied to me. I was the mammalian equivalent of a stick insect. I was tall at 6 foot but I was skin and bone. My chest was even struggling to make 34 A or was that 32 A as it was almost as flat as a proverbial pancake’ I wore baggy clothes to hide the fact that I was almost nail like.

Physically I did not have the looks to be a field agent, nor the skills. The idea of being in a social situation with a man or a woman to even flirt, well the very idea made me twitchy. Any man who took an interest in me in that way I considered being insane and if not insane then very likely to be a criminal of some kind.

I was also aware that my father worked as head of the Republics immigration and emigration inspectorate! My one relationship if it can be called that was with a man who just wanted to use me to get some Visa protocols! It left me with no trust in men and the enduring notion that no man would be interested in me just for me!

I was the office oddball, well amongst the females at least. In that I was a virgin in every way. I had no sexual experience with either sex. The full extent of my sexual experience was to have a cynical passport hunter stick his tongue in my mouth. Even the idea of kissing repelled me. Mouths contained germs! Germs were everywhere. I suppose dating him had made the others think I was half way normal.

My superior’s words floated into my consciousness again “Agent Griffin you are an enigma!”

I gave him a blank look. What did he mean by that? I had the overpowering urges to bite my fingernails or fiddle or tug on my long hair pleats. My superior continued with his exposition as he let his words sink in “Agent Griffin! Your file reveals two different women! Now let’s see!

Dedicated to your work! Indeed never late and often stay late! Work is always turned in on time or more often than not early! Never drunk at office Party’s! I worry that you have no social life! Social lives are considered to be healthy for our workers in the Republic!

However when anyone is being considered for any special assignment we check them out thoroughly! Indeed you have conducted such background checks yourself on individuals being considered for promotion to sensitive positions within the govt, media, and intelligentsia and more importantly within the military!

So it stands to reason that you would yourself be screened and more than once and that process reveals a different personality from the one that hides behind a Console and a screen! Let’s see what surprises we turned up!

A girl with a remarkable range of esoteric and eclectic interests! Regular attendance at Classical concerts, proficient in several dance styles, an active interest in Art, skilled in several musical instruments, active in your housing commune! I will not bore you with the rest!

In every way a good citizen and a good neighbour! Well I suppose we are neighbours and nobody has complained about you!

Oh and very decisive and ruthless when the need arises! Qualities a good field agent needs! The manner in which you dispensed with and indeed the speed you displayed in dealing with your criminal ex boyfriend, well that was done in the best traditions of the agency!”

I blurted out of the spot “Me! A field agent! I would be a disaster Sir!”

I wanted to dig a hole on that very spot and bury myself. My anxieties rose to the surface. I did not know at the time that was what he wanted as they set me up for what was to follow.

He let the growing turmoil in me spread as I had the urge to run off to a toilet cubicle and lock myself in it. My medications were still in my office desk. I must have I thought looked a comical sight to both of them and to whoever who would be watching as I fidgeted and looked for an escape.

He continued his attack as it now felt to me at that time as he sighed “Contrast that with the psyche profile! This makes for inexplicable reading when you consider other aspects of your profile! However it has been assessed that perhaps this might make you ideal for the operation that the major here wishes to conduct!”

He let those words sink in slowly as my mind went into overdrive with worry. I tried not to look at the Major who was now staring at me with eyes afyon escort that looked as if they were boring into my skull. Then my superior changed tack on me.

His next words further unbalancing me not that I needed anymore to unsettle me as I was now having cold sweats and my stomach was churning! I had probably already been biting my lower lip for several minutes when he uttered “Agent Griffin! Frances! I and your father are old comrades! We passed through university together! Then through the military academy together!

We also served side by side in the victorious War against the Anglic Federation and its corrupt vile allies! Indeed our unit was the first to breach the defences of New London! Your father is a hero of the Republic! Not that he ever speaks about it I suppose!

Oh and I don’t want you to think that you are here for reasons of nepotism! Or because your parents are part of the Party elite! This is a meritocracy in its purest form Frances! You are here because you attained the qualifications to be here!

Anyway how is your mother and father these days! Work and our career paths took us in different directions! How I miss the old days though! How is you’re your younger sister! Will she follow in your steps into the agency?”

I was being slowly manipulated and my guards and defences were being breached one by one. It was part of the agencies classical interrogation techniques. A subtle and implied threat was always better than a direct one. The bastards had found my weak spot. If there was anyone in this galaxy that I adored it was my little sis Lisbeth.

My stomach began to churn more violently and I felt as if I wanted to be sick. I had used such interrogation techniques in my stints as an interrogator. I had a five for five success rate in that. I had learned from masters who had been perfecting their skills and techniques for several centuries.

My superior had let me stew on his previous words as he paused for am apparent breath before continuing “Well let me get to the point as the Major is a very busy man and the reason why you have been summoned! In fact it relates to work that you carried several months ago! The Major is heading up a project called Operation Chameleon! Does the name ring any bells Agent Griffin?”

I sat there as my hackles rose at the mention of the word and I blurted out “Indeed it does! How could I forget! I was chewed out by you in this very office over that Chameleon! You asked me to analyse reports relating to seven enemy agents thought to be operating in Free Alliance Space!

I reached conclusions and suppositions that you did not agree with! Namely that it was not seven agents but only one! You called it a nonsensical piece of work and screamed we are looking for seven agents not a fucking chameleon!”

I began to sweat as I remembered how at the time I took a weeks holiday time after that and even considering resigning from the agency but no one ever resigned from the agency and lived a healthy long life. Such a move normally resulted in a one way ticket to the Penal Mines on the outer edges of the galaxy.

My superior smiled in a crooked fashion as he spoke “Another one of your talents is to hit the nail on the head! Indeed I must unreservedly apologise for my behaviour that day! I also apologise for calling it a work of cheap science fiction and worse! The neurotic fantasy fiction of a woman in need of a fuck!

However in other assessment we have also found that you have a 100% score in memorising faces, names, numbers and dates! In short you have a photographic memory and you were not fooled even when presented with faces of agents within this agency who were in disguise! It is not totally known how you did that but you did!”

He let his apology sink in and I was further unbalanced by what sounded like a compliment. I was unused to compliments. I did not trust them no matter the source of them.

My boss continued “I will let the Major take over from here!”

The till now silent Major opened up with a compliment of sorts “Indeed! That report found its way to my desk! In fact it was the first break in an ongoing operation that we had!

We almost apprehended that agent but he eluded us and escaped from the world where your report said he was likely to be! We followed the logic of your arguments but in trying to track him down again we have had no success! This is why I need you on operation Chameleon! It is and has the highest security rating! We consider this enemy agent a threat to the balance of power and thus to Galactic Peace!

Furthermore the Republic cant afford to fight another long war! Our military is not prepared for one and as hard as it is to admit this, we have fallen behind others in terms of military technology and science! We would in all likelihood lose any war fought now or in the near future!

Needless to say that none of this must go beyond these geodesic walls Agent amasya escort Griffin! Naturally you will also have to sign these documents that I have in my possession!

The first is to acknowledge your full cooperation in keeping secret for the rest of your life; operations with security level 11 clearances!

The second is to your acceptance of a transfer from PRICK to Military Intelligence Directorate 11!”

I was being played of course. They were appealing not just to my patriotic side but also to my pragmatic side which had no desire to see the outbreak of a galactic war. They had done a number on me that was for sure. It was sign or be dragged to those Penal Mines or worse! Believe me there is worse.

I signed naturally being an out and out coward. The Major smiled like a crocodile that was about to get an easy meal before he spoke again. “As I said your report gave us a big break Agent Griffin! But thanks to our bungling the enemy agent eluded us and worse! I can now tell you that we sent our best female operatives after this enemy! No less than seven of them in fact! Four turned up dead! Three are presently missing and are assumed either dead or now in the hands of the enemy!”

Now I was worried. I hope they were not planning to send me to track this dangerous individual down. He was everything I hated in men He was everything that scared me in my life.

The Major continued blandly in that matter of fact tone that could grate “In addition two other of our agents went totally insane and turned into raving nymphomaniacs and had to be institutionalised for their own safety and well being!”

That was code for they are now servicing the Space Marines on one of the Rand R worlds set aside for heroes of the revolution. The Penal Mines were starting to sound attractive to me.

The Major let his last words sink in before continuing

“In our assessments of agents who might have a chance of success in tracking down this individual you scored 69% on those tests! Surprisingly you scored higher than the other agents that we had sent previously to track down this individual!

Indeed our assessment tests were based on the report you did! That report has been updated with information that you did not have access to at the time and with what we have discovered since your original submissions!

However what we cant replicate is some of your logic or indeed your instincts! Indeed your resistance as shown in your psyche reports to the advances of the opposite sex is one of the reasons we feel you can succeed where others have failed!”

I could not believe my ears. They were as I feared planning to do exactly what I feared the most. They were going to send me after this monster and into my worst nightmare and there was nothing I could do about it. Not if my little sis was to be safe. Indeed if I refused my parents might also be in trouble as it was one step from Party bigwig to the Uranium Mines.

If I refused I knew that before the end of this revolutionary year I would be dead, missing, imprisoned or just gaga. I hoped that I would wake up soon and find that this was just a bad dream.

The Major left me to stew on whatever was circulating in my brain before he continued with his pitch “It might be that if we are very lucky that the two agents we sent out this very day will be successful and that we can apprehend or even eliminate this agent but our mission profile assesses that they have only a 45% and a 34% chance of success!”

I groaned inwardly to myself and thought “Typical tactic hold out just a glimmer of hope to the condemned! Why me of all people what did I do to anybody?”

The Major continued in that monotone “Records indicate that you are due some leave time! Two weeks to be precise! It will be granted immediately! I suggest you take it! Thereafter you will be in a very intensive training and induction programme for three months at least!

You will also be part of the Operation Chameleon team from the moment you start at MID 11! Needless to say you say nothing to anyone! I will meet you two weeks to the day at the Space Military Institute here in the Capital!”

I was then promptly dismissed. I thought what nutter did this to me? Who did I upset? I went home and cried my eyes out. It was then my own loneliness struck home. There was really no one I could tell even if I wanted to. Nor could I sleep as then the nightmares began. The many faces of the Chameleon were invading my dreams as they did all those months before when I saw those first photographs. In the end it was my own entire fault.

I felt him borrowing into my soul. We were not meant to have such heretical and anti revolutionary thoughts. I woke several times in the night sweating. I could swear I already heard his voice in my head. He was mocking me with “Hello Rabbit! Hello Mouse! Hello little Robin! Hello kitty!”

A holiday indeed for two weeks. I went to visit my parents and my sister. In the back of my mind was the knowledge that I might never see them again or they me. There was nobody else in my life. It did not occur to me to leave any sort of message behind me that they could read. Should somebody in MID 11 pass on my particulars in the event of the worst? I swore silently to myself an oath that someday in the future I would get revenge on somebody for this.

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Narlissa Quickhands, half-elf and master thief, brushed her hands down her leather tunic. The grass and moss that had clung to it fell away and she grimaced as she stretched her back. She had been watching the manor house for two days now, hiding in the undergrowth and studying the weak points and the places of entry.

That was not her real surname, of course. She didn’t know her real surname. Her elven mother had died when she was very young and her human father had deserted her when she was a teenager. ‘Quickhands’ had been suggested to her by the first fence she ever dealt with and she had liked it so much she decided to keep it.

Narlissa grumbled as she brushed a clump of soil from her chestpiece where it had stuck to the swell of her breasts. She loved her big tits, was proud of them, but they did sometimes get in the way. Standing straight, she looked at the manor house again.

Inside was what she wanted – a golden amulet owned by the baroness that she knew was worth a fortune. Given the baron’s wealth was almost entirely ripped from the hands of the poor she did not feel too guilty about helping herself to some.

In fact, she rarely felt guilty about her work at all. She tended to choose targets she felt could afford the loss, and almost always where their wealth was unfairly or selfishly obtained. The effect of that was a sense of pride in what she did that most people would not have expected a simple thief to have.

But then again Narlissa was not a simple thief, which is why she felt she could pull off this theft. She quickly looked at the manor house again before turning and disappearing into the woods.

It was not far to the village where she was staying and Narlissa reached it quickly, making her way to the inn and entering her room. She needed a plan of action. Looking around the room she sighed happily. A lot of her best memories came in tavern rooms, one of those only a few weeks before when she had fucked the handsome Knight Errant, Sir Jeffrey. She wondered how he had got on in his quest to retrieve the axe in the end.

Shaking her head she brought her mind back to the task at hand. She would have time to remember the past when she had stolen and then sold the artifact. Soon she had sketched out the manor house on a piece of paper and memorised its weak points.

Narlissa sighed as she sat back then, biting her lower lip. Thinking about Sir Jeffrey had made her horny and now her cunt ached to be stuffed full with a nice big cock. Ever since being with the knight she had found herself to be even hornier than usual, and her orgasms were stronger than they were before, too. Given that they were hardly weak kastamonu escort beforehand that was quite something. And to top it all off it seemed to Narlissa that her lovers were getting off harder than ever. It was as if Sir Jeffrey had a magic cock and that orgasmic power was in her pussy now, too.

Staring at the map once more, she decided she needed to do something about finding a willing man to pump her full of his seed. She folded the sketch up and tucked it away into her pack. She knew it off by heart now but it would do her no harm to make sure she brought it with her.

She changed into more comfortable clothes then left her room, heading downstairs to try and take her mind off things. She was planning to rob the mansion tomorrow and she always got nervous before a big job. Anything could go wrong.

Narlissa entered the main tavern room and took a stool at the bar, ordering an ale from the middle-aged barman. He brought the drink to her and she handed him a silver coin she had taken from a noble earlier that week. The man had been so rich he would not even have noticed the small pouch she filled with a handful of his coins.

She sat back then, looking around the room. She needed to be distracted from her nerves and she knew how she would do that. Her pussy still wanted to feel a man inside her and soon she had set eyes upon an attractive man in his early-twenties lounging on the far side of the tavern. He was with two friends, who looked up at her when she approached.

“Hello,” she said simply as she sat down. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

The man looked back at her with a raised eyebrow before speaking. “Not at all. Please sit down. I am Thom.”

“Narlissa,” she giggled back. He really was good-looking, with broad shoulders and short sandy blonde hair. Two blue eyes stared back at her.

His two friends introduced themselves then but Narlissa paid no attention to them. Nor did Thom.

“So what brings you to our town, Narlissa?” Thom said, still looking at her with a quirk to his lips. “I do not recognise you.”

“I’m just passing through. Nothing special,” she said.

“As good a reason as any. I, on the other hand, live here. Stuck working in the fields.”

Narlissa looked him up and down then, very deliberately. He could not have failed to notice. “But there are some benefits to that, no? It has given you nice strong arms at least.”

Thom’s eyes shimmered and Narlissa knew that he had picked up on her flirting. This was going exactly as she wanted it to.

Suddenly, he turned to his two friends. “Why don’t the two of kayseri escort you head back to the farm? I’ll join you there later.”

“But we’ve only just got here-” one of them started, before Thom cut him off.

“Go!”

The two men grumbled as they stood, draining their drinks and marching from the tavern. Thom smiled at Narlissa after they had left and her cunt throbbed with desire.

“Please forgive me for staring,” he said when they had gone. “It is rare that a town such as this sees a woman as beautiful as you pass through it. Especially not one with elven heritage.”

Narlissa smiled back. He had noticed her pointed ears, yet known they were not large enough to make her a full elf. Most people did not know half-elves even existed. In their eyes if you were any part elf then you were a full elf. Of course, the elves were the opposite, and felt that if you were any part human you were not an elf at all and just completely human.

She thought it was time she made her move. “Well, Thom, would you like to see a little more of this half-elf?”

He grinned and nodded, and Narlissa stood up. He stood too and it was then she got a proper look at him. He was gorgeous. He was very well muscled but not huge and stood probably 6′ tall. A lovely height, she felt. Grabbing his hand, she led him through the tavern and up the stairs. Soon they had reached her door.

She pushed it open and tugged him inside, stepping back past him to close the door and shut the lock. He grinned as she threw herself at him, immediately pressing her lips against his and pushing her tongue into his mouth. His hands moved to hold her hips and she crushed her body against him.

Narlissa grabbed the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up, and Thom let her do so. Then she unbuckled his belt and tugged it loose. Moments later he was naked in front of her, his cock quickly hardening. It was a lovely cock, and Narlissa moaned.

She did not have too much time to stare, however, as Thom quickly kissed her again. He pulled off her shirt, leaving her topless. With a groan he grabbed her big tits and began to squeeze them, and Narlissa shut her eyes to enjoy the feeling. He carried on fondling her breasts with one hand even as the other dropped to push down her cloth pants. They fell to the floor, and then she was naked too.

Narlissa gazed at Thom hungrily, before pushing him towards the bed until he thumped back onto it. He grinned as she sank to her knees and reached out to grasp his cock, the look becoming one of pure pleasure as she took his member into her mouth.

She sucked on his length for kıbrıs escort a while, enjoying the sight of his muscular naked body writhing in pleasure at her work. Her pussy was so wet she could almost feel her juices running down her legs and so at last she stood up.

Thom crawled further up the bed as if he knew what was coming and she climbed on too. She quickly straddled him, grasping his cock and rubbing its head against her folds.

“Oh, Thom…” she moaned in delight as she sank down onto his member. She impaled herself on him, his cock stretching her cunt and she sighed in satisfaction at the feeling of being so wonderfully full.

He reached out and grabbed her tits again, squeezing the globes as she started to move her hips. The sensation of Thom’s hard cock sinking into her every time she lowered herself back down caused her to moan and whimper in delight. Soon her pace was rapid and her whole body shook with the speed at which she rode him.

Narlissa stopped bouncing then so that she could lean forwards, putting her hands either side of Thom’s head. His manly jaw was gritted with the pleasure of their fucking and he realised what it was she wanted. Letting her big tits hang free he instead grabbed her waist and immediately began to fuck her hard. His cock slammed into her tight cunt and Narlissa cried out.

She could feel that she was close, her whole body tensing as Thom vigorously fucked her. His own eyes were glazed and he grunted loudly with each thrust. He stared up at her and she leant down quickly to kiss him.

After a few moments she pulled away, gazing back.

“I’m going to come!” he said in a strained voice.

“Me too! Do it!” Narlissa replied, closing her eyes.

“Argh!” Thom shouted, his hips crashing against hers. She felt his cock throb as it emptied its seed deep inside her, could feel the twitches of his length that signalled another rope of cum had been fired into her cunt. His eyes rolled back slightly as pleasure filled him.

“Thom, I’m coming!” Narlissa shrieked, feeling her cunt seize hold of his cock. The waves of pleasure that ripped through her body caused her to twitch with each thump of rapture. Her mind was clouded at the incredible strength of her climax.

Afterwards she slumped back down onto Thom, enjoying his hard body against hers. His firm chest pressed against her soft breasts and she loved the feeling. He grinned at her.

“That was probably the hardest I’ve ever come,” he laughed. “You’re very special, Narlissa.”

He stood then, quickly pulling his clothes back on.

“I should get back to the farm,” he sighed. “Thank you for that wonderful experience.”

Thom winked as he slipped from the room, and Narlissa smiled to herself as she lay there naked on her bed. She had come so very hard, and so had Thom. That was definitely new, but she was hardly complaining. Her sex life had become even better than it was before.

“Thank you, Sir Jeffrey,” she murmured to herself.

She was soon asleep.

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Chapter 22: The Exile

“Ogre…”

Kail tossed and turned in his bed of furs, lightly growling as the familiar and hated voice called to him.

“Ogre…I know you can hear me.”

“Go away,” Kail barked. “I want nothing from you.”

He could almost feel the quake of Caligula’s anger strike out at him viciously. Unfortunately for him, his magic was weak outside the border. Caligula was only able to call to him because of his origin.

He was a part of the valley and so, Caligula still had his call.

“It’s about our little keromedio,” Caligula teased. “I have a little wager I’d like to strike up with you.”

Kail sat up from his furs and sighed. It was late at night. The moon shone brightly against the uninterrupted sky, slipping slits of light through the sides of his home. Part of him despised the gaps in his house that made him visible to wandering eyes; the other more practical part realized that if he had made it any more airtight, he might have made a coffin. Not that those were used anymore. Death was not as solemn and revered as it had been in the old days. Death was simply part of life.

“Well Kail?”

Grunting, he slipped on his clothing and strode out into the night.

“What do you want?”

“Come closer.”

“How close?”

“As close as you can.

Kail began to run towards the edge of the border, moving quickly and quietly through the forest. His eyes were suited for this nocturnal work, and he moved through the forest with ease. It felt almost nice to run at night again.

Zyra had not visited him since that night. If only he had resisted. His stomach churned at the thought of her fucking that pale, blonde human. He supposed that being in the same species might make it natural, but Zyra was all he had. He shared her because he did not want to lose her. Now it appeared he would not get a choice. As he neared the border he could feel that dawn would be on his tail.

“Hurry.”

Kail ran faster and faster until finally he was mere feet away from his home. The valley called to him like air to a collapsed lung, like life to the dying. It was a cruel temptress. His heart raced just at the thought of placing a single foot on the perfectly pristine green grass, or just picking it up to smell it, smell home.

He swallowed. No, he could not. He knew what would happen if he disobeyed his exile. He would be lucky to be killed on the spot.

“I see you haven’t lost your speed.”

Kail watched as the darkness sprouted two glowing purple eyes. He regarded them critically with his own.

“What do you want?” Kail asked. “Haven’t you already taken everything from me?”

“Not…everything,” Caligula lulled sadistically. “We could have taken your speech, or changed you into something more…tasty for the humans. And from what I know…you’ve gained something rather interesting since you crossed the border. Something pretty.”

“Is that why you’re summoning her?” Kail inquired. “To separate us?”

Caligula glared at him in response, unused to the sound of defiance.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Caligula stated coolly. “Your bond is easily broken but regardless of why, your bonding is a nuisance to us.”

Kail laughed bitterly. “What would you have me do? Send her to you with a gift basket? Put in a good word?”

Kail looked at Caligula with cocky disapproval. “It appears your natural charm hasn’t been enough to impress her. Angry that she prefers someone as lowly as me?”

“She is young and stupid,” Caligula said scathingly. “She is ignorant of the true merit of power. Not to worry…” he grinned mischievously, “I’ll have plenty of time to teach her.”

A low threatening growl rose deep from the bottom of Kail’s throat.

“She could be your own daughter,” he growled, pleased when Caligula’s smile dropped. It was one of Caligula’s only fears, that he would taint his own line.

“I could find out, that is of the least importance,” Caligula said a matter of factly, “…but that is entirely up to you.”

“How so?”

“I brought you here for a wager remember?”

Caligula’s easy smile went back into place as he materialized fully in front of him. The man’s chiseled features cut through the dark, his demeanor condescending.

“What would you say…if I told you I would relieve Zyra of her keromedio duties?”

Kail could not help his jaw dropping open. Never had he ever heard of such a thing.

“I’d think it was a trap,” he responded honestly.

Caligula laughed rancorously in response. “Ah, I did like you. Well Kail for old time’s sake I’ll tell you the truth. Yes, it is a trap. You see, if you can convince Zyra to run away with you and leave her family and friends behind, we will let her go. If you can’t, nothing changes and we will rip her from all of you.”

“What about the girl?” Kail asked. “If she goes will you curse her?”

“Her niece? We’ll leave her be. We won’t interfere with anything we didn’t already have a hand in.”

“So the boy?”

“Ours. He will replace ardahan escort Zyra as the new keromedio. Don’t be greedy Kail.”

“Why are you doing this?” Kail sighed. “What would you do if she actually went away with me?”

“That’s why it’s a trap,” Caligula said coyly.

He strode forward, his toes just resting at the line of the border. He regarded Kail with a smirk, his purple eyes mocking him. “You and I both know the type of person that Zyra is. She’s an idealist. It’s a trap because she’ll never take you up on our offer.”

“So you intend to trap her…”

“Not her,” Caligula corrected. “You. She is already ours. You see Kail, I will let this wager stand,” he said. “If you two run away together within the next 7 days, I will honor this agreement. You may not believe she will go with you, but…” Caligula smiled widely. “…you will still try. You want her more than life itself because she is the last thing you have left to hold onto. There’s no guarantee we will bring her back,” he said grinning.

He gave Kail a knowing look. “And you know what happens to them at the end.”

Kail turned his head from him, flashes of his greatest shame shooting for him. What he wouldn’t give to destroy Caligula once and for all.

“I’ve trapped you into taking on this little wager Kail,” the witch chuckled. “You will ask her, I know you will. I know you Kail. Better than anyone, better than you know yourself. I know who you truly are.”

“I know you too,” Kail said angrily. The sun was starting to come up and Caligula was fading. “What do you hope to gain from this? What more?”

Caligula’s form was now a smoky brown mass with purple eyes, dissipating as the sun rose and his power weakened.

“Revenge,” Caligula hissed. “Reminding you how powerless you are, twisting your fate, showing you how little control you have is all I need.” He chuckled, a dark and awful sound. “You should have known better than to steal from me ogre.”

Kail said nothing as the blob vanished. Instead, he made the mistake of looking out into the valley as the sun came up.

The orange and yellow sun turned the landscape red. Fresh wet dew clung to ever leaf and blade, shining the most miniscule greenery to a polished magnificence and splendor. The smell of the grass tickled his nose just for cruelty’s sake, reminding him of the days he spent lying in the fields, staring up at the bright vast sky while children played. It was right there, and he was not. He would never feel it again.

Kail turned with a heavy heart. He bet that bastard planned for him to see that sunrise. No doubt he might make seeing it a habit now.

“Damn you…” he grumbled.

His body trembled as he forced it to turn around and away from the place he loved. His heart ached in agony. He couldn’t take this, not for much longer. Caligula was winning. Kail had to ask Zyra to run away. He lived too close to the pain.

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“Ginger! We’re all out of wine!”

Ginger rummaged through the chest at the back of her tent. She looked through it diligently, finding more bottles of all shapes and sizes, and passing them around.

“You have Ruewater?” Gharla said in shock. “How the hell did you get Ruewater?”

Ginger snickered haughtily. “Oh I have my ways. I traded it the last time we spoke to the Wakai tribe.”

“I thought they didn’t trade for cloth,” Zyra said curiously.

She and the others were in Ginger’s tent, celebrating the last night they would have together before the Ursie’s departed. The sounds of revelry filled the air and she wondered if the others had wanted to partake. Even so, she figured most of them were far too inebriated to care.

“You do make beautiful things,” Gharla slurred, always the first to feel the effects of alcohol.

“Oh please you’re making me blush,” Ginger chattered.

Ginger was a very skilled cloth maker, and her embroidery was second to none. Even so, their neighbors the all female Wakai tribe were more ferocious then they were. They were known for dealing with male tribes only three days out of the year. Instead, if there was a shortage of female warriors, they would kidnap the men from neighboring tribes and force themselves upon them until enough of them produced. As a result, no males lived near the Wakai outlands. Even the Rovians dealt with them sparingly.

“Still, I didn’t trade for cloth,” Ginger replied saucily. She winked at Rell who sat beside Zyra and Enui and passed out wooden cups.

“Then what did you—”

“Don’t ask Rell,” Zyra interjected. She sighed. Some things would never change.

Rair received her cup of first and reached for the Greenberry wine. Her face was dusted by a light blush that reddened more and more each second. Rell, being the gentlemen he was, took the bottle for her and poured her drink. She nodded to him in thanks.

As cups and drink went around, Zyra began to think of what tomorrow would bring. adıyaman escort Rell and the other Ursies would be going home. Then, in a few days, she would be going away too. She tried not to think in lasts, the last time they would all be together, or the last time she would see her brother Rell, or the last time she would be a Rovian. Even though she said she would return, there was no guarantee she would be welcome. The law had been written long ago, before Kyzu and before their mother. They had to set laws to protect their number. When the humans had nearly been wiped out and the only goal was survival, the people worked and moved for the whole. Now that things were more comfortable they had time to have identities, they had settled down. Yet, the fear was always there, the fear that they would fail to hold onto what their ancestors had worked so hard for. Betraying that law would take a strand of will that she wasn’t sure Kyzu had. Zyra had to return in at least 1 year, or she would have nowhere to return to.

A squeeze on her breast suddenly brought her out of her thoughts.

“Hey!” she shouted in outrage. Looking up she saw Ginger with a cup outstretched.

“This is a going away party remember?” Ginger snapped. “I don’t want any awful faces! We have one night together, don’t ruin it!”

Zyra took the cup and took a long sip. Smacking her lips she began to feel better already.

“Fine. That was no excuse to grope me though.”

“Look at my condition darling. It’s a permanent excuse.”

“You think being half nymph—”

“Do you care that I touched you Zyra?”

“Yes!”

“Then we’re not drunk enough.”

Zyra looked at the others and they nodded noncommittally.

“I could drink more,” Rell offered. “Bit close in here though.”

Zyra laughed. “Then let’s get out of this crowded tent!”

She tumbled out with a grin, still sipping the strong beverage as it sloshed out the sides of the cup. Gharla followed after, landing on her elbows in the dirt.

“Hey, back up!” she protested.

“Sorry,” Rell grumbled, stumbling out.

Rair and Enui followed, the last of their party in sync with a tipsy sway.

The slightly inebriated party followed Zyra as she led them to the stream. She and Rell had fond memories in this place, it seemed fitting that they send him away here.

“I didn’t know the stream ran through here,” Enui giggled.

“It’s hidden by the trees,” Rair said softly.

Ginger gave Rell a knowing smile. “It’s a practical hideout. Good for all kinds of things.”

The group gathered down by the water and sat down in a circle, talking hurriedly about anything and everything while they drained their cups of the last of the Ruewater.

“You remember the time—”

“And you pushed him in the water! But he grabbed you!”

“I wanted to beat you both senseless!”

“Where was I?”

“I bet you were sucking down unicorn b—”

“Enui!”

Speech dissolved into laughter as companionship and love encircled the party. Zyra watched in numb content as Ginger began to pull her tunic over her head. The shameless girl made short work of her clothing and dove into the water as naked as the day she was born. She bobbed up, her teeth chattering as she beckoned.

“Come on guys! The water’s cold!”

“That’s a good thing?” Enui chuckled.

The brisk fall winds were sharp on this night, and the weather was bound to turn any moment. Even so, she looked over at the others and winked before tossing her garments off as well.

Rell blushed, turning his head away before Enui’s heavy breasts were freed from her wrap. She jumped in with abandon, laughing as her curls plastered wetly to her head.

“Come on in Zyra!”

Zyra shook her head. “No, I’m too drunk to swim. You go ahead.”

Actually she wasn’t, but she had swum in enough water to last a lifetime. She was finding that water was not a good friend to her. To be honest, she wouldn’t be surprised if drowning became a new fear of hers. She knew Rell, who had nearly been drowned by the selkie Nymare, felt the same. When given the invitation he refused it similarly. Rair looked at the two of them and with a light sway headed towards the water.

Rell’s eyes widened as Rair lifted her tunic above her head, her small tightly wrapped breasts pushed out. He swore he made out the outline of her tight chilled nipples when her back turned and she dove into the water.

“You won’t get much of a show out of Rair,” Zyra chuckled.

Rell blushed and scratched his head. “A man can hope.”

“Ha! Like being surrounded by naked women isn’t living a dream.” Zyra sighed and leaned back against the lone tree that grew beside the stream. She watched as her friends splashed one another joyously, all worries forgotten. She would really miss them.

“Don’t think about it.”

She turned and saw Rell looking at her. His blue eyes seemed to always cut through her bravery, down to what she really feared. karabük escort He and Kail were similar in that way.

“I can’t help it,” she whispered. “How do you stop thinking about something that is constantly on your mind? How do you prepare for when you have to face it?”

“You’re never prepared,” Rell answered picking a leaf from the tree. “If it was something resolved simply it wouldn’t be on your mind.”

She chuckled. “Enui said something like that to me.”

He put the leaf on his palm and blew it into the stream. They watched it drop, tiny ripples starting and ending quickly and quietly. It was very much like their lives. Zyra doubted the new generation save Nima would even remember her.

“There you go again. Stop it,” Rell chided. “Your face is too telling Zyra. You have to work on that.”

“What should I do then Rell?” Zyra asked with a sigh.

“About what? I thought you had decided.”

“Not about everything.” Zyra let out a long sigh and allowed herself to lean on Rell’s shoulder.

“I can feel him pulling away Rell. Kail…I don’t want to lose him.”

“He’s trying to make it easier for you,” Rell stated. “Sound like anyone familiar?”

She laughed in response. “Still…what if he’s not? What if he…doesn’t want to lose me? So he’s running scared.”

“None of us want to lose you Zyra,” Rell said softly. He placed an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in close. “None of us, Rair, Ginger, Enui or Gharla…none of us are cutting our ties because of fear. Why should he be any different? When the time comes, you’ll know how the people in your life truly feel for you.”

Rell smiled at her with a warmth that made Zyra’s eyes tear. She sniffed trying to hold the emotion back. He snickered and she punched him in response.

“Ow!”

“You deserved it!”

Rell let out a sigh and shook his head. “I won’t be distracted Zyra. I’ll tell you this alright? If he loves you as you say, he will be waiting for you when you return. Then, even if you are no longer a Rovian, you will always be loved.”

They sat in companionable silence. The churn of the stream made a rhythmic lullaby and Zyra felt herself falling asleep on Rell’s shoulder. Her eyes grew heavy, she was about to close them when a moan interrupted her.

Snapping her eyes open, she and Rell looked down towards the stream. Inside, they saw Ginger standing behind a bent over Enui who rested her breasts on the grass. She moaned again as Ginger rocked forward, holding her waist like a man. Gharla, no doubt the drunkest of their party, had her back towards the shore and was moving her finger rapidly under the water. Shocked, Zyra sat up and looked at Rell who refused to meet her eyes.

Ginger paused from her phallic thrusting to look at them ruefully.

“No spectators! You either clamber down here or you go back.” She shoved the whittled dick deeper into Enui who arched her back, baring her full supple breasts to the blushing Rell.

“Go ahead,” Zyra said, tilting her head towards them. “I’m going to go.”

“Off to Kail?” he asked curiously as she stood.

She shook her head. “I don’t want another close call. I’ll wait until after tomorrow. Enjoy yourself, alright?”

She gave him a wide smile, ignoring the guttural sounds of sex and Ginger’s annoyance.

“Oh come on Zyra! It’s not like you’re a virgin anymore!” She shoved Enui back down on the ground and increased her pace effortlessly. Enui shrieked out, no doubt cumming on the relentless cock. It was almost frightening how good at this Ginger was.

Zyra raised her hands up and walked off. “No thank you.”

“Oh come on! Live a little!”

“Vine…oh Vine, harder,” Gharla moaned, lost in a world of erotic delusions.

Zyra was almost jealous.

In any other circumstance she would have ran to Kail’s tent like she was escaping from someone. After everything that had happened, she had the self-control to at the very least, wait a night. Besides, she still had her husk and her imagination.

She could see him over her. Easing his green body above her. How lewd it seemed, for him to position his green penis against the folds of her pink, wet, dripping—

“Zyra!”

“Ah!” She jumped, glad that Rell could not see her colors.

“I startled you huh?” he said coyly. “You must have been very deep in thought.”

“Not so deep,” Zyra mumbled, ignoring her oncoming blush. Perhaps Rell didn’t need that power to know.

“Well that’s none of my business now is it?” he chuckled.

“Why aren’t you—”

“It got very weird, very fast,” Rell supplied.

“Ginger wanted me to…penetrate her behind whilst she continued with Enui, but Gharla…we really shouldn’t let her drink. She thought I was…Vine? I don’t know anyone…well anyway, she thought I was him and just…the things she was asking for…”

“Got it! Got it,” Zyra interjected swiftly.

“Repress it, forget it?”

“It’s probably for the best?”

“It is probably for the best.”

They walked on, the night guaranteed to wane at any moment. Zyra let out a long sigh.

“You know, you really should go get some sleep. Your journey tomorrow is a difficult one no?”

“I don’t get as tired as I used to,” Rell said shrugging. “To be honest I don’t know where my own hard work begins and the valley’s power ends, but I’m grateful, for everything.”

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“Wake up, sleepyhead!”

I know you’re groggy. The drugs wear off slowly, but you’re supposed to be able to understand me, now.

To comprehend.

Recognize me? Yes, it’s your wife. Yes, that’s right.

I kiss him on the lips. He responds.

The closeness is what I’m after. He needs to smell me.

That’s the deepest, most embedded memory.

Our first kiss.

The taste of my mouth while we made love for the first time.

The last time you kissed me.

Just before I tazered your ass and the ambulance whisked you off to the hospital.

For your little operation.

Yes, dear, you had a little operation, an implant at the base of your skull.

No, idiot, don’t touch it. There will be a little bump, later, but now, it’s a bit tender.

You might get infected.

The implant is increasingly popular among my girlfriends.

Not for them, for their husbands – well, it is for the girls, but it’s in their husbands.

It’s really no big deal compared to a boob job, which we get willingly for you.

I have a little remote control, now. We’ll try it out in a minute.

This goes back a few weekends. You and your friends were laughing about “What women want.”

Oddly enough, a cock so big we can’t get our hand around it would be nice, but maybe not as much as you think.

A cock that gets hard when we want it to and stays hard until we’re done – that’s much more practical.

Here, let me show you…

ON.

He now has a mammoth erection. It happened so fast, I think he’s dizzy. There, now his eyes are focused. They were a bit glazed over…

You see, dear, now I can really control it. Not just by what bra I wear, or by letting you see down my dress.

Just by thinking about it.

You see, now I have an implant, too.

I can make it go away anytime I want, too – watch.

OFF.

Kerplink! Baby button time! No more, “Oh look what you’ve done – now you have to make it go away, since you caused it.”

Nope.

All rize escort I have to do is think about it and you’re down, boy.

Awww, it won’t be that bad. You’ll come to love it, I think.

Oh, silly, don’t get mad. There’s no point.

You see, the remote has other functions.

I hate I have to do this, but you need to understand.

(He bursts out crying.)

Okay, that’s enough. It’s not real – you just thought your cock had fallen off. All the way to the floor.

So sad.

It’s still attached – go ahead and feel it, if you like. Reassure yourself.

It’s a vivid illusion, though, isn’t it? The manufacturers tell us it’s virtually real. I wonder how they know? More importantly, it works over and over, again and again.

Oh, well.

Back to what women really want.

I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?

Together.

Right now, I’d like for my toes to be licked. Kneel down and kiss them and lick them.

Excellent. That’s very good.

Here, let me sit down so that you can take them into your mouth.

No, no, one by one.

There, now take it all the way in, nibble and suckle, I’ll let you know when to move to the next one.

Mmmmmm. Excellent.

There’s just a little bit of feedback from my pleasure center into yours.

It seems extreme, but you only get pleasure from me, now. See how good that makes me feel?

That way, you’ll take your time.

Okay, move on to the next toe. Yes, very, very good, so yes, alternate nibbling and sucking.

You still look so manly, your broad shoulders bent over my feet, your back muscles straining to position yourself just right.

To kiss my feet.

The pleasure I take in your appearance feeds back to you.

You’ll probably want to exercise more. You’ve noticed my friends husbands working out, haven’t you?

Now you know why.

Perhaps if you massaged my calves while you suckle. Yes, yesssss. that’s great.

Good, sakarya escort you’ve moved on to the next toe, without my having to tell you.

That feedback is really something, isn’t it?

Now, baby, I notice you’re getting an erection, again.

I didn’t call for one, it’s just that as I get aroused, you get aroused.

Slowly, just like me. MMMMMmmmmmm.

Why don’t you start kissing my legs, now? First one, nibbling, sucking, kissing, working your way up one….

So good, so wonderful. You’re most attentive when you try to please me, yes, baby, that’s so right…

Yeeeeeesssss.

Now the other, take your time, get me all wet with your sweet lips and tongue.

Oh, yes, your tongue may get more tired now, but don’t worry, you won’t be able to stop until I ….well, …. let you.

There, that’s right, you pulled my panties off oh, so slowly, your eyes taking in my freshly waxed…

Yes, fold them carefully and place them on the bed. They’re so damp, now, you’re doing a great job, you can launder them later.

Carefully.

After.

Now, there’s an unfortunate tendency for you to want to go directly to kissing my … middle, shall we say.

It’s perfectly understandable, since that’s a common imprint for a heterosexual male, to move directly to … business.

And, of course, there’s my desire leaking through to you, too. Yes, silly, of course I want you to lick my clitoris, so, now, you want to doubly so.

But we’re going to learn to take our time.

There’s my inner thighs for your to caress, first.

They’re so jealous of the love you gave my calves.

Yes, dear, that’s right….squeeze them with your fingers, then kiss and suckle and lick, now repeat, work your way up a little at a time.

The odor of my sex is affecting you, now, you’re so close. I can see you straining to control yourself.

Yes, that’s right, first we have to move over to the other leg. It’s quivering, samsun escort too, with desire for your fine touch. Kiss, kiss, yesssss, oh….

Yes, oh, now nibble, your fingers can move up to my buttocks, cup them, pull me to you, now, yesssss…

Your finger finds my anus, rub, run it around and around, oh, yes, mmmmmm, yes.

The pussy seeks your lips, your tongue, but first, I think you’ll have to kiss my rear hole, yes, now that tongue, rapid, yes, don’t stop, oh, yes…

What a dear and you can tell where to stimulate! Yes, yes, mmmm, yes, there, there, more, yes….

Your hand finds my vagina, the outer lips, first, press, press, press, now rub, up and down, more slowly, you’re teasing it now.

YES! See, you made me come and you haven’t even penetrated me yet, yes, yes, don’t stop just because I came, now your finger, inside me. That’s it, RIGHT THERE!!!!

YES, you know when I seem to want it fast, you must do it slowly, slowly, now faster, fuck it in me, yes, yes, now french the rear while tickling my g-spot.

OHHHHHH! I counted four, did you think three? It doesn’t matter, just keep on,

Oh, baby, yes, yes, yes,

I WANT YOUR COCK IN ME NOW.

(He mounts me, I clasp his waist tightly with my legs.)

Yes, now fuck me, hard, 10 rapid, hard strokes, then 10 slow, shallow ones. AGAIN. Again. AGAIN….oh, yesssss….

(He maintains the rhythm, relentlessly, slipping in a variation here and there.)

You realize you can do this all night? That heart attack that Esme’s husband had? Yes, that’s what happened.

(He continues, he is a machine, he doesn’t miss a beat while i talk, it’s heaven, oh, yes, it ‘s heave…)

I’m supposed to watch for signs of cardiac distress, but it’s hard when I’m coming, over, and over, and over.

YESSSSS>>>>>OHHHHHHH…..

Let me feel your balls. (He keeps stroking while I check.) They’re quite swollen. When you come, it’ll be a torrent that neither of us has experienced.

Just warning you.

It’s not painful, just a longer orgasm than you’re used to.

It’s like a woman’s.

When she’s stimulated properly.

Oh, yes, put that thing in harder. DEEPER. HARDER. You won’t hurt me.

I’M GOING TO, I’M GOING TO, OHHHHHH….

You can’t hurt me.

Now.

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This is a true story of lust and longing that an older married man has for his sexy single neighbour and how this develops into an obsession for him.

I welcome all comments, both positive and negative, on my stories or please feel free to email me.

Chapter 01 – The Beginning

My wife no doubt thought that I fancied Stacey but she clearly never knew the lengths that I might go to, to make my dreams come true. My name is Paul and I am 46 and live in Scotland, my wife Daisy is a gorgeous and very sexy 41 year old and we have a happy marriage and good sex life.

But then the girl next door is something else! Stacey is a 27 year old dyed blonde with a stunning figure and long shapely legs to die for. Whilst she is not that well endowed in the breast department what she has elsewhere certainly makes up for that and at 5’9 she is slim and shapely and in my eyes really delicious.

I often used to wonder why Stacey didn’t have a partner but having got to know her better; she told me she had problems in the past and found it hard to trust men. She did have a sex life, if you can call it that. She drank a lot and when drunk was an easy target (and easy lay) for anyone that might find her attractive or simply want a one-night stand. And whilst I do find her very attractive I know that she sees me more as a Father-Figure with whom she can talk about the most intimate details of her life. Not that I mind but it is often difficult for me to keep my wicked imagination at bay and sometimes to hide my erections when I am close to her. And I am often close to her, so to speak as she drives me to work. And when she is driving in what can only be described as a micro mini skirt and tight top. I watch her gorgeous tanned thighs moving slowly as she drives and talks about the various men she has had. Some that mean a lot for her in terms of sex and others that often do not.

In the past I would always offer to assist her in any way I could with DIY or lending a hand as my attraction grew for her. And I would relish every opportunity to be in her house and perhaps see her to check out how she was dressed or more often semi-dressed in some of urfa escort the styles when she was going out for a drink. And in the garden I would watch from my upstairs window and loved seeing in only a T-shirt and shorts. During the summer I would come home prior to my wife to find Stacey lying out in her garden working on her tan in a minute white bikini. My wife didn’t get home from work until an hour or more after me so I had a fair bit of time to myself. Sometimes I would go into my garden and start a conversation with my sexy neighbour but from the bedroom window I had a perfect view of her. She would usually roll over to keep her tanning even so I could see all sides of her perfect lean body. It became a habit every time I saw her sunbathing for me to strip naked in the bedroom, grab my hard cock with a palm full of baby-oil and wank while looking down on her. I would stand there stroking my cock until she was just about to get up and go back in before I would shoot my load into my hands. I kept a roll of toilet paper in the closet for cleaning up the mess.

But Stacey’s way of life was work hard and play hard, once drunk.

And it was just one of these occasions that arose a few months ago. Daisy was at her sister’s house for the evening and I was alone when I heard Stacey fall out of a taxi at around 11pm. I immediately went to her aid and paid the taxi driver before helping her up to her door. She was in 6″ heels and a blue mini dress that left nothing to the imagination as it seemed to stick to her body like a glove. She was almost unconscious as I opened her door and she fell onto her stairs. I closed the door behind us. I tried to wake her and put the kettle on but she was completely out of it. I therefore decided it would be best to put her to bed.

Carrying her up the stairs I looked down at her gorgeous face and even nicer body as I entered the bedroom. The bed was unmade and the room was strewn with clothing including bras and panties. A typical single girl I thought. I lay her on the bed and she moaned before appearing to fall back to sleep.

Now any nice man would have left her on her bed and sivas escort gone home. But I am not a nice man really, not when it comes to taking opportunities that come my way. I spoke gently to her and there was no response so I reached under her to unzip her dress, my intention being to remove this and then cover her up for a good night’s sleep, of course! Feeling the zipper I slid it down and then pulled the material from her shoulder and eased the dress off her wonderful slim body. She was now lying on the bed in just a white bra and matching thong.

She looked so peaceful and sexy and just the vision of my young neighbour got me very excited. But I knew that I couldn’t touch her or really do anything else that might cost me my marriage.

But as I looked down at her seeing her blonde hair around her face, his lips full and painted red and her wonderful body I knew I needed to do something to ease the tension that I was feeling. My cock was now swollen in my trousers and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her creamy skin that seemed to have all the right curves in all the right places with not an ounce of fat in the way.

The bra clung to her breasts and I decided to remove it gently knowing that she would be more comfortable without it on in bed. And I was desperate to see her full breasts and nipples for the first time ever. In a second it was off and whilst she didn’t move, if I wasn’t rock hard before I was now with the sight of her bare breasts and her now in just a thong. I dropped to the floor and crawled over to the side of the bed. The moonlight shone in the window and illuminated her beautifully and I didn’t really care what happened next. I was content just to gaze at her.

She moaned softly again and I didn’t dare move for several minutes until she settled again. I just sat there watching her sleep. Her C cup breasts rose and fell with every breath she took and I could see her nipples hardening ever so slightly. I pulled out my cock and began to slowly stroke it. I leaned over her to get a closer look at her body. Her nipples were starting to jut out as her chest heaved up and down and I was so tekirdağ escort tempted to run my tongue over one of them.

But instead, I imagined in my mind reaching out and touching them, licking and sucking them. But I knew I had gone too far already and that would awaken her and make it very awkward. So instead I left it to my imagination and gazed at her naked tits as I wanked my cock. In my mind and my dream she was begging me to take one of her delicate pink nipples in my mouth as I groped her other breast.

My eyes moved down her body. Her brown pubes were peeking out from the sides of her thong. And again my mind went into overdrive as I imagined pulling the thong to one side and burying my face into her young pussy. I started to lean over to sniff her pussy through the thin silky material, but I couldn’t without supporting myself on the bed. I didn’t dare touch anything so I just stared at her as I pumped my cock with my hand. My dirty mind now went wild picturing her naked with her lips wrapped around my thick hard cock, me fucking her and her fingering herself. And then she was on the bed as I wanked over her and she waited expectantly with an open mouth for my cum to splash all over her face.

Reaching my hand down, I lifted a pair of her panties, black lacy ones and sniffed them deeply getting an aura of her pussy. Wrapping my cock in her panties I continued to wank, harder now and knew I was close to cumming. In my mind my cock was pushing itself between her tight cunt lips and my mouth was on hers in a hungry kiss as my hands mauled her perfect young breasts.

And then I came, shooting load after load of hot juicy cum ropes into her delicately laced black panties. As I let my erection subside I covered my neighbour up with her quilt and let myself out of her house and back into my own, her panties full of my cum still in my pocket.

As I walked into my house I had the shock as I saw my wife sitting with a glass of wine in the living room.

“Where have you been honey?” She asked innocently.

“Oh it was Stacey…………..!” I started to explain about her falling out of the taxi and me helping her into her house.

Daisy smiled at me. “You’re such a kind man Paul, and a great neighbour for Stacey to have!”

“Thanks!” I smiled…………………………somewhat guiltily.

But I knew this was just the start of things to come with Stacey, my sexy next door neighbour.

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“Allie!” Joe shot to his feet, grabbing at his shorts.

I realized that we were both staring. My eyes were glued to his crotch where the now-limp flesh lay on a bed of curling hair. His eyes had become glued to my wet shirt. I looked down and realized that the wet cotton was transparent, and that the pattern of my lacy bra was clearly visible. So were the protruding outlines of my hard nipples. I gasped and covered them with my hands, suddenly feeling ashamed and dirty.

I began to stutter, “I’ve… I’ve got to go change. I’m all wet.” Turning, I fled my parents’ room. In my own room I shut the door, leaning against it. My hands were shaking and my knees wobbled until I had to slide down the door, sitting on the floor.

What had I just witnessed? Why did it make me feel this way?

After a few minutes the chill of my cold wet clothes reminded me of why I had come in here. I shed my shoes and socks, shirt and bra and wet skirt, pulling a tight white camisole over my shoulders. That’s when I noticed that my panties were wet, too.

Slowly, I stepped out of them, and nearly threw them in the laundry hamper when I noticed the smell. Confused, I stopped. They hadn’t gotten wet when I had been out in the rain. I brought them closer to my nose, sniffing carefully. It was an odor that I hadn’t ever noticed before, somewhat sweet and musky.

Joe knocked on my door just then. “Allie?” he called, slightly muffled.

Surprised, I quickly buried the panties deep in the bottom of my laundry hamper. “Just a minute! I’m getting dressed!” I dug new panties out of my dresser drawer and slid them on, then pulled on thick socks and my blue plaid pajama bottoms. Tousling my blonde hair with my fingers a little bit, trying to get it to air-dry faster, I finally opened the door for Joe.

“Honey,” he began, cupping my shoulders in his arm as he led me over to my bed. There was an awkward pause as we sat down on the edge, next to each other. “Honey,” he repeated, “I’m sorry that this happened today.”

I looked up into his face. So often, Joe had been more like a big brother to me than a dad like my friends had. I would be sorrier to lose that easy closeness between us. “No, I’m sorry Joe,” I said, rather sheepishly. “I came into your room without knocking. It’s my fault, not yours.”

I stared down at my hands in my lap. Joe’s hand reached over to rest on my knee. “Well,” he said, “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have been watching that video this late in the day…” he paused, embarrassed. “But sometimes a man has needs…” He took a deep breath and barked a short laugh. “I can’t believe I’d have to be the one to give you this conversation, honey. Your mom should have done this so many years ago.”

The thought of asking my mom any sort of questions about what I had just witnessed curdled my stomach. “It’s ok,” I assured him, even though half of me wondered what this conversation was supposed to be about.

“Good,” Joe said, mersin escort patting my knee. “I hope I didn’t scare you. I hope we can still be friends.”

I thought about that. Despite the bizarre emotional turmoil I had felt while watching Joe stroke himself while watching that video, fear had definitely not been one of the things I had been feeling. I put my hand over his, interlacing our fingers. “No Joe, I wasn’t scared.” But what was it that I was feeling instead? I didn’t know.

I looked over at Joe and realized he was staring again… but not at my face. His gaze was on the deep shadow of cleavage showing above the low neckline of the tight camisole top, where my skin was still slightly damp with beads of water dropping on my chest from my hair. Joe rubbed my leg gently, from knee to middle thigh. “But… how about we keep this little incident between you and me. Your mom wouldn’t be happy about this. And you and I have already made up, so we can forget about it, okay?”

“Okay,” I whispered. Joe’s touch made my belly quiver. Deep between my legs I felt the throbbing again in time with my heartbeat. I wanted to spread my legs open… and do what? I wasn’t sure. All I knew for sure was that I didn’t want Joe to stop touching my leg. But…

He took his hand away quickly and leaned in to kiss my forehead. Then he was gone, shutting my door behind him.

I felt like heat was radiating from my body. Suddenly, I felt angry and depressed. What was wrong with me? Joe hadn’t explained anything at all and I had no idea what to do to make my body go back to normal. I didn’t even know what I was feeling or how to describe it. How could I even ask Joe what was happening?

I got up and flopped down in the chair at my vanity. Grabbing a hairbrush, I began to run it ruthlessly through my damp locks, wincing as it caught on the tangles. I kept brushing my hair until it was nearly dry and then tossed it on the table in frustration. The round-bristled styling brush spun lazily in a circle where it had landed, coming to a stop with the bristled top pointing towards me.

Something about the shape of the brush was familiar… Slowly, I picked it up by the bristles. The slender rubberized handle of the brush was cylindrical. With a little imagination it resembled an object I had seen earlier today.

The memories of the black man thrusting his cock in between the women’s legs… into her pussy… came flooding back to me and the pulsing between my own legs grew stronger. What did it feel like, I wondered. The woman had looked like she was enjoying it. So did Joe for that matter.

Without understanding why, I pulled my flannels and panties down to my ankles. The big tilted mirror of the vanity showed me the vista between my thighs that had previously been unseen. It looked just like the one I had seen on TV. Well, a little smaller, maybe. Kicking off my pants I lifted my feet and rested them on the muğla escort edge of the table to get a better look in the mirror.

How had that man’s huge cock fit inside of that woman? I looked with dismay at my own pussy. Was it supposed to be so tiny? I had never even inserted a tampon into it before. There was no way something the thickness of my arm could fit into it.

I looked at the handle of the brush again. Suddenly, I felt compelled to stick it into that small dark opening of mine. Would it feel good?

Self-consciously, I pressed the handle against the wet hole between my legs. Gently at first. The shaft of the brush sunk in about a half an inch and stopped. It was tight, even considering the fact that the handle was thin. I could feel my body stretching open for the passage of this hard object. But without a doubt, I knew this was what I needed. The throbbing sensation grew more intense, as if my entire stomach was contracting.

I pushed the brush again, sliding it into my pussy another inch. It felt so good to have something inside of me that I couldn’t help myself. I moaned. Holding it firmly by the top part of the handle, I began to slide the brush in and out, remembering what that man’s cock did inside the woman. But as the brush slid deeper inside of me, the picture in my mind’s eye changed. It was no longer the black man’s cock pressing in and pulling out. It was Joe’s. Joe’s hard cock sliding into my pussy, over and over.

It was by accident that I touched the hard knob of flesh at the top of my slit. Once I touched it, though, I realized that this is what was throbbing so insistently. The sensation nearly made me faint.

Everything began to blur together. As the feelings got more intense, Joe’s cock began to pump faster inside of me and the hard bump sent pleasurable shocks to my brain every time he thrust deep. I was dripping, oozing wetness that lubricated his movements like a well-oiled machine. Suddenly, it was all too much, and my muscles clenched, gripping around the hardness in my pussy like a closing fist as the most incredible sensation washed over me. For a moment, I blacked out.

I came to with my feet still propped up on the table, the brush half-embedded inside of me. It hadn’t been Joe inside of me after all. For some reason, I was oddly disappointed.

I pulled the brush out with a wet slurp, remembering how good it felt. Could it possibly be better than this? What would it be like if it were really Joe’s cock inside of me instead of just this? It made me tremble again just thinking about it.

* * *

I slept in the next morning, having been troubled all night by the most vivid pornographic dreams. Mom had to yell at me twice to get up or I would be late. By the time I got downstairs for breakfast, she was heading out the door. She had a long commute to work and back and had to leave before I went to school.

Joe was already sitting at the table, nevşehir escort reading his paper and eating Shreddies. Keeping my face down so that he wouldn’t notice my flush, I grabbed a bowl and plunked it down beside him in my usual spot. But I had slept in so late that the cereal had been put back up on the top shelf of the cupboard. Instead of ask for his help in reaching it, I strained to grasp the corner of the box with my fingertips.

I nearly had it but the box popped out of my grasp, sliding backwards an inch. Now I couldn’t reach it at all.

Suddenly Joe was standing behind me, reaching up to grab the box for me. He pressed up against me to reach it because he was only a couple of inches taller than I was. I froze, realizing that his pelvis was pressed against my butt. And that Joe’s cock was decidedly stiff.

“Here you go, hon,” Joe said, his voice sounding strange. He dropped the box on the counter next to me and sat back down quickly. I looked over at him, watching as he spooned cereal into his mouth with grim determination while he studied his paper.

I stared at the box of cereal then and realized that it wasn’t food I was hungry for. Instead, it was something darker, something that I had no name for. Something that my mother had tried all my life to keep me from knowing about. “Thanks, Joe,” I mumbled, “but I think I’d better get dressed or I’ll be late.” I left the box sitting on the countertop and dashed back upstairs to get dressed for school.

I showered quickly and dressed once again in my school uniform. White, unadorned cotton blouse over a plain bra. Plaid skirt ending no higher than six inches above the knee, with dark panties underneath. White knee socks and plain black shoes. I stared at myself in the mirror–the same mirror I had examined myself in the night before. I thought again about the feel of the brush inside and Joe’s semi-erect cock pressed hard against my rear.

Just like that, I was so hot and wet that my knees nearly buckled. I could feel my panties growing slick as I imagined Joe pulling down my PJs in the kitchen and penetrating me from behind. Joe’s cock, hard and in my pussy instead of just pressed against my cheeks. Joe… Joe… Joe.

I lifted my skirt quickly and slid my fingers into my soaked panties. I needed release again. My fingers rubbed the hard bump and I sat down heavily in my chair at the vanity, moaning. It felt wonderful to touch myself like this. But something was missing…

Quickly, I slid the crotch of my panties to the side and inserted my brush again, moaning as it slipped deep inside of me. I arched my back and bucked my hips as it filled me up. I rubbed harder and harder with my fingers, pressing my thighs together, while I slid the brush in and out with my hand beneath my legs. I gasped in little breaths as the handle wiggled within me, applying pressure to the walls of my pussy. Oh, if only it were Joe doing this to me instead…!

My vision whited out again as the pleasure became unbearable. The brush seemed to pump itself into me of its own accord as my muscles spasmed, and I bit back an unholy cry of delight.

My gaze fell, then, on the clock. It was nearly 8 o’clock. I was late for school.

(To be continued.)

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