I have always been a nudist. Only recently have I been able to flaunt my pubic staff in public. Having finally been accepted into college, I decided to look for summer employment before starting my freshman year. ‘The Reaper,’ an employment sheet like Craig’s, listed various job offerings.

One classified ad caught my eye:

“Nudist Camp needs several go-to people to help run a summer retreat in Red Bank, New Jersey. Good pay. Call for details…”

I called the phone number and left my name and address and two days later I received a letter with a plethora of details. The job required the employee to be nude during their work schedule and on the premises unless they worked in the restaurant. The exception was for sanitary reasons or to protect one’s privates from flying hot grease. A safety garment was suggested.

The pay was a very healthy $2.50 an hour, a high hourly rate in 1961. The job was between 40-45 hours depending on need. Room and board were included.

(In 1961, the minimum wage was $1 per hour and cigarettes cost an average of 26¢ per pack including tax)

I looked carefully at their prospectus, to see if there was a requirement for minimum penis size or bra measure. There was none. However, there was a caveat, “if you have unattractive or mis-sharpened private parts you might want to save yourself the embarrassment of working in the nude, but it will not hinder your chance at employment.

That seemed fair and reasonable. I assumed my private parts were normal, although not ‘super-sized.’ My cock was healthy and well-shaped. My two large balls locked tight below my dick, made the apparatus look like a military cannon.

Just to be sure, I undressed and examined myself in the mirror. No unattractive or misshapen private parts, a modestly muscled body, a 7 1/2 inch erect penis, and two large hairy balls.

I turned to the mirror, saying, “Nothing to laugh at, but if someone finds my body funny, laugh all you want, I don’t give a shit.”

SUMMER EMPLOYMENT

I filled out the questionnaire with my vitals and a few references. I left out my last job where I was fired for canoodling with the boss’s daughter. Despite my lack of certainty of being a nudist camp employee, I was accepted. Work was to start immediately. Employees were required to get the campsite ready for the season. I shook my dick a few times like the proverbial ‘lamb’s tail,’ and packed my suitcase. I didn’t think I needed much clothing, but movement off campsite would require street clothes.

I checked with the Greyhound Bus company. They had a bus route to Red Bank which would take me near the camp. One of my buddies, Larry, offered to drive me to the downtown bus terminal the next day, but that night Fletcher and Larry suggested a going away party, and they took me out for a pizza. We all got a little drunk.

Gilda, a sexy waitress at the Pizza Place, who we knew well, was coaxed by Fletcher into giving me a goodbye blow job out in the parking lot. As I stood there with my pants at my knees and my naked ass wedged against Fetcher’s car, looking at my cock in Gilda’s open mouth, and her low-cut blouse revealing her ample cleavage. I reached out to feel her tits, but she pushed my hand away. I came much too quickly and rather than swallowing it, Gilda spit it out and the cum landed partly on my brown leather shoes. I thought she was servicing me out of the goodness of her heart. I said so as we drove away, but Fletcher admitted he gave her twenty dollars.

The next morning, as promised, my two friends gave me a lift to the Greyhound bus terminal in mid-New York City. I purchased my ticket, and thanks to Gilda; I was on my way with a partly empty ball sack.

Red Bank is on the southern bank of the Neversink River in northern Monmouth County, New Jersey. It is about twenty-four miles south of the tip of Manhattan.

(For security, the exact location, names, and details of the 1961 nudist camp have been changed to respect their privacy.)

Red Bank Campsite was an adult nudist camp. Children were not permitted. Most modern-day campsites are family-oriented, but this was not true in 1961. I thought that was a good idea as children are both a distraction and cock blockers to adult romance.

RHONDA ON THE BUS

I boarded the Greyhound Bus and sat beside an attractive dark-haired woman, probably in her mid-twenties. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt bristling with her two taut nipples. When she asked where I was headed, I said,

“I’m supposed to start work at the Red Bank Nudist Colony.”

“What a coincidence,” she answered, “So am I.”

“Do you know anything about it,” I asked.

“Well, I’ve stayed at various other camps, but I’ve heard some interesting stories about Red Bank. I thought I’d go there and mix summer employment with a good tan. Let me warn you, keep your privates out of the sunshine as your cock can get burned off with the strong rays of the summer sun.”

The gal’s name was Rhonda. As we conversed, she interrupted me to ask,

“Do you fındıkzade escort have a big ‘schlong?'”

“What’s that?”

“A big dick.”

“Not really. When it’s flaccid it doesn’t look like much, but it’s a grower. When it hits 7 or 7 1/2 inches it’s formidable, nice, and thick like a fat cigar.”

“Could I see it? It sounds like my favorite cigar brand. Here, hide it under the newspaper and give me a peek.”

“Sure, but I hope you’re not intending to give me a blow job, after last night my jizz reservoir arrow is pointing low?”

“No, not here, but once we arrive at the camp, I’d gladly try your cigar on for size.”

“No need for that.”

“I could jerk you off right now if you’d like.”

“I’m ok for now. Here, take a look.”

I unzipped quietly so the old folks seated behind us would not catch on. I struggled to unbutton the big brass button at the top of my new jeans. Rhonda covered my privates with her newspaper. My exhibition must have excited me. My dick started to grow when Rhonda leaned over to look.

“Oh, that’s a very nice cock. When we are not working, I’ll be glad to suck you off.”

“Thanks, Rhonda, but I’m more into fucking than oral.”

“Sure, I understand. I’m on the pill, so you can fuck me as well.”

(note- “The Food and Drug Administration approved the first oral contraceptive in 1960. Within 2 years of its initial distribution, 1.2 million American women were using the birth control pill, or the “pill,” as it is popularly known”)

“Well, thank you, Rhonda, that sounds good,” I said,

“You know, the young wives will be anxious to holster your dick in their pussies. You’ll have to save a fuck for me before they wear you out. You can expect at least three or four females will hit on you each day.”

“That many?”

“Let me explain something to you,” said Rhonda, leaning closer so I could smell her fragrance cologne, “In Europe, sex is not a part of nudism, it happens, but it’s not the reason for the nudist movement. Some nudist camps, like Red Bank, are sex clubs. People come here to fuck around, to watch their wives get fucked, and to fuck as many nudist girls and guys as they can get it up for.”

“A guy with a big dick will get worn out. They will be the first to go home, exhausted. A guy with a nice dick like yours will have plenty of fun and sex enough to last the summer. The demands on the guys with big dicks, the 9-12 inch guys, are just too great. The gals will want to suck and fuck them all day long. Forget the night. If any 12-14 inch guys arrive at the camp, the young women will follow their cock like the pied pipers. The older women will hesitate, fearing the guy’s jumbos will bust their pussies.”

By now, Rhonda had folded the newspaper, and I’d zipped up. As I looked out the window from the Greyhound Bus, we passed a sign, ‘Red Hook 1 mile’ and the driver intoned, “Reeeed Hoooook,” on his microphone, “Red Hook commming up. If you are disembarking please get ready. Check your surroundings to make sure you leave nothing behind. And please, if you have any garbage, bag it and take it with you. There are discard cans at the bus stop for your convenience.”

The bus pulled to a stop at the center of the little coastal village and there was a small bus with a sign on it – ‘Nudist Beach.’

THE PENIS TATTOO GUY

Ronda and I got off the Greyhound bus. We collected our suitcases from the underside of the big bus and carried them onto the yellow bus parked nearby headed for the nudist camp.

“You must be employees,” said the driver, “The camp isn’t open yet. It will be open in a few days.”

“Yep, we’re the labor force,” I said.

“Great,” said the tattooed guy, looking at Rhonda’s rocket nips, “Wait till you see my dick tats when the place opens.”

Ronda’s eyes perked up, “Maybe you can give me a quick peek before the opening, like now.”

“Sure little lady, as soon as we arrive, I’ll pull over and show you both my grapes of wrath, maybe it will tickle your fancy pussy.”

A few minutes later the bus squeaked to a stop on the side of the road. Rhonda ran forward.

“Let me see your tattooed dick,” she sighed. The big guy unbuttoned before I could get off the little bus, and was showing off his cock tats to Rhonda while I waited in the aisle to pass.

“Hey Mister, you wanna take a look? No charge.”

“No thanks, I’m not into cocks or cock tats.”

“Ah, come on, take a quick look.”

“Ok, I walked a few steps closer to the driver and leaned forward pressing my cock against Rhonda’s plump ass.

“Yeah,” I said, looking over her shoulder, “Nice job, and it’s a pretty cock, circumcised and all, with a jungle garden around it and flowers growing up the shaft blooming on the cock’s head. Yeah, you should be proud. If you die you should donate it to the Museum Of Modern Art.”

“Really, they collect stuff like this?”

Rhonda cut me off, “I’d suck that cock any day of the week.”

“How about you blow me now before you go to the nudist levent escort campsite,”

said the driver.

“Sure,” said Rhonda, “You got any jizz left in ya?”

“Oh yeah, my balls are filled but once the tourists arrive, I’ll be at zero. I haven’t been blown for 2 days, so honey, knock yourself out.”

Rhonda opened wide and got to work.

“If we are not too far,” I asked, “I’ll walk the rest of the way.”

The driver, somewhat involved at the moment, indicated with his finger that the camp was just around the bend. I squeezed past Rhonda’s ass in her tight shorts. She was now on her knees, blocking the aisle and making a pretty loud slurping sound as she mouthed the technicolor dick.

“Enjoy,” I said as I passed the two of them. Rhonda must have stopped sucking for a moment as I heard her say,

“Oh shit, I promised him a BJ today.”

“Fine,” said the driver, “But finish me off first. I don’t wanna get blue balls out of this blowie.”

“Heavens forbid,” said the cocksucker, “I’ll swallow all the cum you got, tat man,” and the slurping started up again.

“Take your time honey, you’re gonna be sucking for a while.”

“My pleasure,” said Rhonda, “take all the time you need.”

ARRIVAL AT THE NUDIST CAMP

I followed the yellow arrow signs that led from the stopped bus to a gravel path into the dense foliage. After a few minutes walk I arrived at a shiny chrome Airstream Trailer with electrical connections on the roof.

I climbed up the short shiny aluminum ramp and saw an older woman seated at a small desk. She looked up,

“What is your business here?”

“I’m Pee Wee, I received a letter hiring me for the summer nudist session.”

The older woman shuffled through a pack of yellow cards and pulled one out.

“Yes, here it is.”

She sat on a folding chair but was not completely nude. She had a loose t-shirt covering her breasts but from her waist down she was naked. Her belly fat hung down almost covering her pubic area. She apologized for hiding her large breasts,

“I got to keep the sun off my guns,” she explained. “But I like the fresh air to reach my nether regions. It’s my secret to good health. When I kept my cunt covered I was plagued with vaginal infections.”

“I’m sorry about that.” I didn’t mention her gunt.

“Well, it’s not your fault.”

“Yeah, you make sense,” I said, “Uh, can you tell me where I’ll be staying?”

She handed me a card with a cabin number.

“Now go into the director’s office and Yogi Don will fill you in on your duties, but I’d advise you to disrobe first. He gets pissed off if you aren’t naked.”

“Here,” she handed me a hemp bag to put my duds in. Before you go it is customary that you kiss me. I came closer. It wasn’t her face she wanted me to kiss. She spread her spindly legs wide and lifted up the roll of fat that covered her cunt. She pushed my face between her legs.

“Tongue me,” she said.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She was pleasantly perfumed and her cunt was shaved. I never refuse a lady.

MEETING THE YOGI- MY BOSS

I was sure Rhonda would have done a better job, but I finished licking the older lady as quickly as possible and carried my clothing into the next office, a sizable cubicle behind the first. There, on a red and gold silk Persian rug, seated on his naked rump, was Yogi Don, the director.

He raised his head with an odd expression as if I was interrupting his meditation,

“You are?”

“Pee Wee, at your service, sir.”

“You are among friends, no need to use the ‘sir.’ We try to remain informal and eliminate any vestige of a slave society.”

“Now tell me,” said Yogi Don, standing up, “Am I a man or woman?”

Pee Wee looked closely. Yogi Don was the hairiest human I had ever seen.

“Well, what do you think?”

“Ok, your voice has the bass cadence of a man, that’s for sure, but you have so much hair I can’t tell if you have cock or a cunt. Your chest is likewise hairy but I see no sign of tits.”

“Very good,” said the Yogi, reaching between his legs and lifting what looked like a low-hanging log out of his hair nest.

“That’s a cock,” I said quickly, “You are a man.”

“Yes it is, would you like to touch it?”

“No, that’s okay, I’m more into cunts.”

“Have you ever fucked a butt or been butt fucked?”

“To be honest, in my time as an Eagle Boy Scout, after my 18th birthday, on a camping trip we did some fooling around.”

“That’s good, we prefer employees with sexual experience with both sexes.”

Then Yogi Don got very profound.

“Are you familiar with Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle?”

“We had a kid named ‘Heisenberg’ in Elementary school, but when we transferred to Junior High, he disappeared.”

“Yes,” said the Yogi, “this is a different Heisenberg. But we can take your Heisenberg as an example. The Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle states that there is uncertainty in measuring a variable of a particle, or in your case, the young student named maslak escort Heisenberg. Once we find where he has disappeared too, his future position and movement becomes uncertain.”

Wow, this discussion was way above my head, but I think I got a gist of what Yogi Don was trying to teach me about the nature of the universe.

“When you leave here and go out naked into the world, I want you to practice self-control,” said the Yogi.

“What do you mean?”

“Watch me.”

As I stared at Yogi Don, his tree truck appendage rose slowly like the morning sun, the hair that covered it in a tussle of curls seemed to straighten out and what before looked like a ragged tree trunk hidden in leaves, now looked like a rocket headed for the moon.

“Come closer Pee Wee.”

I was in awe of his ability. Not only to raise his mammoth tusk but to control the pubic hair around it.

“Reach out to touch it,” said the Yogi.

I didn’t know where this was headed, but I did as he commanded. His cock felt as if it was on fire, and it was as firm as a fire poker. Touching the Yogi’s cock was a powerful event. I felt trapped in a force field as if a bolt of lightning traveled from his cock right to my heart. The shock threw me off my feet and I lost consciousness.

I awoke several minutes later. I was on my back looking up at Yogi Don’s huge penis.

“Are you okay, my son?”

Looking up at his magical penis, I said, “You’re in good shape, sir,” as I struggled to get back on my feet.

“No ‘sir’ is needed.”

“You deserve infinite respect,” I said, “I hope you can teach me how to grow that thing?”

“Practice, practice my boy and you shall succeed. I spent ten years on a mountaintop in Tibet. My only companion was a white-bearded goat before I could master control of my body.”

“I wanna learn that stuff.”

“We will cover these ancient secrets in further lessons, one hour per week while you are employed here. Now go my son, and be at peace with the world, and let go of my cock before it burns you.”

I hadn’t realized I was still holding onto his giant baseball bat of a cock, but I released his penis immediately. I could see it was beginning to smoke.

“I think I’ve seen God,” I said.

“Oh no, God’s cock is much larger. Goodbye Pee Wee and welcome to Red Bank Nudist Camp. Go naked, pleasing yourself and our guests with your oneness–make me proud of your actions. Never refuse their requests, no matter how banal they may seem. Remember your little friend, Heisenberg, one never knows when or where he will appear.”

When I left Yogi Don’s office, the older lady said,

“Okay young man, here is your pass key, it’s electric and will allow you to go to any of the areas of the nudist park. Keep it on a chain around your neck, and you’ll be identified by security as being an employee. It’s how we keep our people safe.

She handed me a folded yellow paper with a map of the nudist park that bordered the ocean along the bottom. What is your name ma’am?”

“You can call me Marie”

“Okay,” smiling as I thought of how I’d been kissing her cunt moments before. I realized I’d found myself in a very wild place.

I took a moment to look at the map. “So this is the beach area,” I said pointing at the map.

“Yes, you’ve got that figured out very nicely,” said Marie, the lady with the nice-smelling cunt.

“Has Rhonda arrived yet, she was on the bus with me.”

“Oh yes, she has already seen Yogi. She’s in the bathroom gargling.”

My mind was scrambled by my transcendental encounter with hairy Yogi Don. I picked up the gunny sack containing my street clothes and carried my small suitcase in the direction of the bunkhouse.

The bunkhouse was only a few minutes away and to my surprise it was co-ed. There were several employees there, both men and women, all nude.

A bald, muscular guy introduced himself. “I’m Sergey.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Pee Wee. “

“Nice cock,” pointing at me, “You’ve got circumcised?”

“No, it just looks that way, the foreskin is very tight.”

“Oh, we have guys with and without foreskin, it’s not a problem.”

An attractive woman approached me.

“My name is Marleen,” she said. Instead of shaking my hand, she grabbed my dick and moved it up and down. I guess I looked shocked but I was very interested.

“Oh, you probably didn’t know,” said Marleen, still squeezing my dick. “We don’t shake hands here, we do this, and she pumped my dick into a quick erection.”

“How do I greet a female?”

“You can gently put your finger between her legs or in between her butt cheeks. If she wants sexual stimulation she will indicate by shaking your Genush again.”

“That’s quaint. Thanks for the pump up.”

I reached behind her to grasp her butt. Her ass was warm and welcoming. I let my digit rest there a moment and pulled it back.

“Nice to meet you,” I intoned.”

“Oh, we are just getting started here for the summer session. I’m kind of busy today, I’m usually very horny. Cum and see me, and bring your lovely Genush. I have a secret place where you can put him.”

I laughed at her comment; I understood Genush, the Elephant God, was a euphemism for penis.

“Where do I sleep,” I asked.

A short plump guy must have overheard me as he quickly approached.

This entry is being split into two parts. I won’t be making this a common thing but this is my far the longest entry I’ve written in the series.

Enjoy~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Franny came back an hour before people were expected to show, letting herself in with the key Heather and Liam had given her when they’d first moved in together. She was none too happy to find they had dozed off on the couch, Liam’s hand still under Heather’s trousers.

“Oh my, God! I swear, you guys are impossible!” She yells, jolting them awake. “People are gonna be here soon! Go freshen up, you slutty sluts!”

Franny frowned at them, but the hints of a smile playing upon her lips made it hard for Heather and Liam to take her too seriously.

The couple dragged themselves off the couch with embarrassed giggles, while Franny kept complaining about how their endless sexual appetite always seems to distract them.

“What if I hadn’t shown up early? People would’ve buzzed you and you’d still be looking like a couple of bums after a bar fight. Throw some water on your faces!”

“Yes, mum!” Liam said, affecting a cowering break in his voice and ran away to the bathroom in pretended fear of her. Heather laughed as she follows him.

When they came out, Franny was done being angry, and gave them both a long, loving kiss.

“Happy anniversary, you two.” She beamed with affection at them.

“Thanks, Franny, dear.” Liam said sweetly.

“Thank you, babes!” Heather excitedly bounced on her feet, as if she’d just been reminded what the occasion was.

“Heather, go check your phone, see if McPatty are on their way already. Liam, come help me in the kitchen.” Franny said sweetly, but left no room for protest. She’d obviously put herself in charge of making sure things went smoothly. Over the last year, she’d really become the closest thing Heather and Liam had to a full-time third member of their relationship.

At the end of the day, it would always be Heather and Liam against the world, but, thankfully, they’d met plenty of people whom they’d grown very fond of, and a few whom they really loved.

But Franny was the person they had come closest to truly falling in love with. They sometimes wondered about asking her to become an official part of their committed relationship, but figured it would either come from naturally from Franny herself, or it simply wasn’t meant to be. Franny seemed content sharing their bed and hadn’t expressed any desire for them beyond sex.

It was yet to be seen whether Heather and Liam were truly polyamorous, but they never questioned how important Franny was to their romance. She’s definitely their best friend, as well as their relationship’s biggest supporter, which is a fact not lost on them.

When Heather and Liam moved in together around the sixth month of their relationship; and out of the flats they’d shared with Franny and Frank; they couldn’t bear the thought of leaving their friends behind. They went out of their way trying to see if the two would room together which, deep down, they knew wouldn’t work out.

Frank was too much of a mess and Franny was far too neurotic.

The fact that their flatmates shared such similar names became an inside joke for the couple, pretty much as soon as Heather and Liam first talked about their home life, back when they were still getting to know each other. They figured a ‘Francis’ and a ‘Francine’ simply had to get along. It’s just how the universe worked, no? But they knew Frank and Franny could not be any more different, a fact made abundantly clear the first time the two met. Sometimes opposites attract, but this was definitely not the case for their former flatmates.

Not that Heather and Liam ever expected them to fall head over heels for each other, but they had hoped against hope the two could get along well enough to move in together, based on their mutual connection to the couple. Unfortunately, their former flatmates couldn’t even be left alone in a room together for too long.

Frank had eloquently communicated his exasperation to Liam after meeting Franny.

“No way I’m fucking moving in with that fucking woman, Liam. Did you hear her complain about my belching when you two were in the kitchen? She called me a ‘barn creature’, Liam! Sounded like my fucking mum! Two hours is all I need to know that the lass needs to a proper fucking to calm her fucking nerves, mate. She’s more fucking uptight than a nun in a fucking brothel. Fuck me.”

The fact Heather and Liam made Franny cum her brains out on a regular basis was not something Frank was aware of. It would’ve blown his small mind to tiny bits, and volunteering that information would’ve invited too many questions which Liam was not willing to answer for his charmingly simple friend.

With a tactful choice, Liam simply agreed with him, knowing Franny did have a habitual need to control situations. It was a habit of hers which could only be temporarily suspended while taking control of the curvy girl during sex.

So, Frank decided he’d move out on his own, claiming çapa escort it had been a long-time coming, anyway.

“I need to live on my own, mate. We been living together since we were kids, and I’d fucking kill for you. But living on your own’s the kind of thing a man should do before his fucking 30s, innit? I think I’ll go to fucking Belfast. I get along better with those folk anyway. Everyone’s a cunt here in London.” He’d told Liam.

Frank did make it to Ireland, though he ended up finding new flatmates before long. A rowdy group of young guys, all of them British and every single one a Chelsea fan, of course.

Franny had also made it abundantly clear what she thought of Frank, stating that, if he disappeared, it would be no great loss even if he’d been a good mate of Liam’s in the past.

“You know, if I’d met Liam and Frank at the same time, I would’ve told you to never date him. That’s how bad Frank is. That’s how bad he makes Liam look. Every other word is ‘fuck’, ‘fucker’ or ‘fucking’. Good Lord, Heather!”

When Franny found out he’d decided on moving to Ireland, she told Heather ‘good riddance. Now Liam will make better friends, when he can bring them home to you instead of that hooligan!’

Heather found it hard to disagree, even though she liked Frank well enough. He was simply too much of a wild card. Unless there was a footie match, there was no telling what they’d walk into when they went to Liam’s house.

Smoking copious amounts of weed? Passed out drunk and naked on the living room couch? Cooking up bangers and mash for a girl asleep in his bed? Putting together a 1500-piece puzzle on the dining table? It was always a surprise with Frank.

So, Franny gave up the apartment she had shared with Heather and moved in with two random women. A lesbian couple, Mackenzie and Patricia. Mac and Patti.

McPatty.

After Franny moved in with them, she was quick to let Heather and Liam know that she’d met two of their ‘kindred spirits’, citing the vengeful return of her lack of sleep since moving in with the girls. Mac and Patti were perpetually randy and very, very loud.

Eventually, Franny’s sleepless nights seemed to disappear as McPatty began taking her into their bed and tiring her out. Heather and Liam were happy to hear that.

The competition between Heather and Liam’s beds, over which one would get to see the most use, ended up not even being close. By the time Frank had begun salivating every time Heather entered the room, Liam knew that they’d best keep their activities sequestered to Heather and Franny’s flat most days. But that was part of the reason why Heather and Liam moved out. They knew they couldn’t keep imposing on Franny like that, even if she did end up joining them more than half the time.

So, the two of them were relieved to know Franny wasn’t going without a regular ‘proper fucking’, as Frank had put it, even if Heather and Liam weren’t spending most of their nights with her anymore.

McPatty seemed like a polyamorous dream couple, too. Not only were they very obviously in love; having been engaged for a few months by the time Franny had moved in with them; they also took great pains to make Franny feel at home, despite the fact it was known they’d only taken a new flatmate for a short year or two, initially. Now, it seemed McPatti had extended Franny an open invitation to stay indefinitely, if not permanently. Franny ended up becoming a big part of their life – as much as she was for Heather and Liam even though, at first, Mac and Patti just wanted some extra money to go on a month-long honeymoon after their wedding…

The same honeymoon they had come back from just a few days ago, in fact, something which Franny reminded Heather and Liam as they set up a playlist of music for the party.

“Oh, McPatty told me to say that they’re very excited to see you guys, and they’re gonna try to show up a few minutes early to catch up. They brought you two a gift from San Francisco, apparently. They should be here soon.”

The two women showed up just a half hour after Franny’s arrival. The party wouldn’t really begin until everyone was there, but Mac and Patti always had a rather festive aura about them. They got things started as soon as they arrived.

The night Franny introduced Heather and Liam to McPatty was very eventful: full of drinks and food; laughter and tears; lots of fucking. It was only natural that the five of them enjoyed each other’s company, especially during fun times like what the coming party was promising to be.

When they arrived, both women hugged Heather and Liam tightly, wished them a very happy first anniversary, and handed them a gift-wrapped box.

“Can we open it now?” Liam asked eagerly.

“Oh, of course, especially with Franny here.” Mac responded in that Californian vocal fry which the couple had missed so much.

“Oh, Lord.” Franny rolled her eyes, rightly expecting the box contained something outrageous.

“Yeah, Mac nearly pulled my arm out of the socket when she etiler escort dragged me across the store to look at this thing.” Patti said with a chuckle. “It’s mostly for Heather, but trust me, we bought it with Liam in mind. I’m sure Franny will make good use of it, too.” She winked at Franny.

“We’re sure you’ll all love it.” Mac summarized.

“You two are so lovely!” Heather replied. “I can’t wait! Open it, Liam!”

When he did, laughter broke out in the room. All five of them laughing for different reasons: Franny mostly out of nervous shock. Heather laughed with excitement. Mac cackled like an evil genius, obviously very happy she thought of buying them this gift. Liam and Patti laugh because of the inside joke they shared.

In his hands, Liam held a box containing an 11-inch strap-on, with harness included. It was very life-like, complete with a set of testicles, veins, thick bell-end, and very obviously matching Heather’s creamy white skin as closely as possible. Hand-written in big, bold letters on a sticky note, could be read a message from each woman: ‘Saw this and thought of you two sluts.- Mac’ and, below that… ‘Mine is STILL bigger than yours.- Patti’

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“Franny says she thinks they’re in their early 30s, so not much older than us.” Heather said as they drove up to dinner at Franny’s new home. They were going to meet her new flatmates, Mackenzie and Patricia, or Mac and Patti, as Franny had said they preferred to be called.

“She thinks? Okay.” Liam chuckled. “Franny’s not one to bother with details, is she?”

“Oh, come on, you know that’s not right. I think she just focuses on other kinds of detail. She may not know how old you are, Liam, but she knows how to draw your cock from memory.” Heather replied.

They burst out laughing, recalling a time when Franny did exactly that. She had been proud to show them, in fact, and even had Liam strip down, then pulled him off until he was erect. All just so she could compare her drawing to it.

“Fair enough. Did she tell you anything about them?” Liam asked.

“Um… oh! Yes! Patti can be intimidating, apparently. ‘She’s a very big girl’, is what Franny said.”

“Ooooo-kay?” Liam tilted his head like a confused dog as he spoke. Heather giggled.

“I don’t know what she meant by ‘very big girl’ but I’m pretty sure Franny’s intimidated by any lesbian.”

“Babe… c’mon, you’re making her sound homophobic.” Liam shook his head.

“Noooo, I’m making her sound out of her depth, which she definitely is when it comes to interacting with lesbians. I’ve seen her walk on eggshells when I brought a few home.”

“Ou, a few? Like… at the same time?” Liam raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“No. Different instances, unfortunately. That’s a nice idea, though. Either way, Franny reacted the same every time, even in passing conversation with them. She doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to act… it’s kind of adorable.”

“Okay, well Franny isn’t the easiest person to get to know. I think she only started feeling at ease around me after I asked her about her art.”

“Yeah. Well, all that to say… she’s not homophobic. Trust me, Franny’s gonna be eating these girl’s pussies for breakfast in a few weeks’ time.”

“Alright, alright.” Liam laughed. “And what about Mac?”

“She didn’t say anything about Mac, other than she’s American. I’m gonna guess… quiet nerd.” Heather said playfully.

“Huh. Okay. I’m gonna say… former posh bitch.” Liam placed his bet.

“Ooouuu, you’re on, handsome!”

“They have posh bitches in America, right?”

“Hah. I’m sure they call them something else, love.”

“Probably. So, what are the stakes? Something deliciously fun, I hope?”

“Morning blowjobs every weekend for the next month?” She proposed, sounding more than a little happy with herself.

“And if I lose?” He looked at Heather excitedly.

“Hmmm… morning blowjobs every weekend for the next month?” She bit her lip and looked at him suggestively.

“Fuck… I don’t deserve you.” He smiled from ear to ear.

“Yes, you do. You deserve the best… and you got it, slut.” She winked at him theatrically.

“I love a woman who’s full of herself.”

“Oh, I am.”

“Wanna be full of me, slut?” He winked back at her, mimicking the same overacted gesture.

As always, the two made each other laugh, reliably, through cheap sex jokes. They were still giggling as they parked the car.

“Got the wine, babe?” Liam asked.

“Yup. Got the sausage?”

“Sausage?” Liam looked at her, very confused. She put on her comically lecherous face, bringing out more laughter.

“I love y–“

“Can’t park here!” a voice, accompanied by a heavy knock on the passenger side window, interrupted Liam mid-sentence. Heather actually let out a yelp of surprise.

“Oh, God!” She said as she looked out the window, into the steely, blue eyes of a woman.

“Ha. Sorry I startled you. Liam, right?” The woman looked right past Heather to ask him. He simply fatih escort nodded at her, still a bit surprised. “I’m Patti. I’m gonna show Heather in. You can drive up just down a little down the street and park there. This here is our neighbour’s spot. The old cunt’ll have a conniption if he sees someone parked here when he gets home, from whatever fucking circle of hell he’s managing tonight.” She laughed at her own joke.

“Oh… o-okay. Sorry about that!” He replied, still a bit too shaken from the fright she gave them to laugh along.

“It’s alright, mate, I’ll just show Heather in and then come get you. Coming?” She finished saying while shifting her attention to Heather.

“A-alright.” Heather stammered at the sight of Patti’s blue eyes fixed on hers. “I’ll… see you soon, babe.” Heather said, looking over to him. They’re both still a bit wide-eyed. They gave each other a quick kiss and Heather stepped out of the car after Patti opened the door for her.

“Well, hello, Heather. Nice to meet you.” She said, offering a handshake.

“Hi, Patti! Pleasure’s all mine.” Heather said excitedly, eyes growing even wider as she craned her neck to look up at the woman’s face. Heather shook her hand, which she couldn’t decide whether it was simply bigger than Liam’s or stronger. Maybe both, she considered.

A funny though then occurred to Heather: she couldn’t remember if she’s ever shaken Liam’s hand. She kind of wanted to, then, if for no other reason than to compare.

Liam couldn’t help himself – he took a long look at Patti, too. Since the woman was no longer bent over to look into the car, he couldn’t even see her chest. Patti was all legs.

Franny’s assertion that Patti is a ‘very big girl’ was one hell of an understatement. The raven-haired woman has to be 2 meters tall. She was wearing a very thin and tight tank-top along with a fashionable pair of shorts which show that those bulging, muscular thighs are not the only sculpted feature of hers. Patti’s abdominals were just barely noticeable through the thin fabric of her top, which was stretched tight around her torso. Her biceps and traps are huge, and even her shoulders, though not as naturally broad as a man’s, have a supple definition which would have put most guys to shame.

Heather leaned back down to look at Liam.

“See you soon, love!” She said. It was just an excuse for her to give him a look. A look that said ‘holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck…’ and nothing else. Liam nodded at her, unable to take his eyes off of what little he could see of Patti from his position.

“See you soon…” He said and forced his eyes forward.

Liam drove off, and Heather followed the statuesque girl into the flat, making note that Patti’s tank-top gave a very generous show of her tanned white skin. Patti’s shorts weren’t nearly as tight, but they still managed to give Heather a good idea of how sculpted her arse is. She’s sure Patti would have had a very ample behind at some point in her life, were it not trimmed down to near-zero fat into a set of hard glutes, which retained much of their God-given curvature.

“So… you two are bit overdressed, no?” Patti said, looking back over her shoulder. It was a pointless formality, since Patti would have had to be an owl to see Heather standing over a foot below her.

“Or you’re underdressed, Patti.” Heather said a bit too comfortably, before she’d even realized it was out of her mouth. She immediately chastised herself, though she shouldn’t have.

“Ha! I knew you’d be a spitfire from what Franny’s told us about you.” Patti laughed it off. Her voice seemed so at odds with her looks, the sound soft, high-pitched, and comfortably feminine. Her laugh was very pleasing, too, gentle and airy.

“Well, thanks!” Heather responded, a bit relieved Patti didn’t take offense.

“Alright, love. Up the stairs and to the right. Franny should be by the door waiting for you. I’m gonna go fetch your boyfriend.”

“Okay! Be gentle with him?” Heather said as she took a couple of steps up, barely coming up to eye-level with the girl.

“Why? Does he break easy?” Patti asked with a tentatively teasing tone.

“I haven’t tried that hard, yet! But what I mean is that he has a thing for beautiful women. Don’t let him fall in love with you.” Heather giggled.

“Oh, God.” Patti said, seeming a bit embarrassed by the implication. “You’re definitely gonna be a fun dinner guest, Heather. Haha… um… I’ll be right back!” She said hurriedly and left to go find Liam.

Heather couldn’t help but watch her go. Patti’s awkward response did nothing to make her seem less confident, but it removed any intimidation Heather felt. Patti immediately struck her as a sweetheart.

Down the street, Liam was chuckling to himself. He was thinking about Franny’s description of Patti. Now, it all seemed very fitting, especially the ‘intimidating’ part. When he started walking back towards the flat, he could already see Patti coming towards him. ‘Big dick energy’ he thought to himself, quoting something young Naomi had once described to him. Everything’s big about Patti, even her strides. The only things which didn’t seem huge about her were her hair, which was cut to just below the ears, and her tits, which are just big enough to make her well-developed pecs look feminine.

Me & Shari – Pt 6 – Rough Edges

I basked in the afterglow while soaking in the warm water of the hot tub reflecting on all the great things that had taken place in my life over the last six weeks. I had just been fucked silly and senseless by four beautiful women and over the last three days had enjoyed having sex with three of their husbands as well. Of course, the fourth one was with me, but this widower sworn off to marriage was suddenly not so put off by the idea.

I climbed from the tub and headed back to the house. The warm breeze dried me as I walked. Jim and Kurt were deep into a timed game of chess with a fifteen-minute limit. I asked what the wager was, and they both just smiled at me, meaning that one of them was getting a blow job or fucking the other. I poured myself a bourbon and went to watch the chess experts.

Chuck and the girls were nowhere to be seen but the light was on down in the last room on the south end of the house. The guys noticed me looking and Kurt said that Shari had told them to let me know that she would see me later tonight. Their hands were flying over the chess board not wanting to run out of time before the game finished. Jim was a better player, but Kurt could beat him if given enough time to plan his moves. I told Kurt that Jim had stacked the deck with the bet, but Jim told me that this was the rubber match, meaning that they had both won once.

I am not sure if I had distracted them or if Kurt was ready to give up because he was nearly out of time and losing but he made one wrong move and Jim had him checkmated in two more. Kurt acted upset but went with Jim to the lounger and started giving him an earnest blow job. I enjoyed the show. I do not think that I had ever just sat and watched one man giving another head. Kurt was good at it too. I speak from experience as I had enjoyed Kurt’s oral minstrations many times. I figured that since that was the rubber match, Jim had cum a short time ago and this time was going to take a while. Surprisingly, Kurt was using a few tricks and had Jim moaning in pleasure quickly.

Kurt worked Jim’s cock head sloppily with his mouth while his hands tugged on his balls. Jim was holding back trying not to grab Kurt’s head and shove his cock into Kurt’s throat. Kurt sensed it as well and wrapped his hands around the rigid shaft of Jim’s dick to make sure that did not happen. Jim threw his head back as Kurt’s tongue worked over the sensitive underside of his dick. The fact that Jim had recently climaxed did not matter because Kurt was already edging him, getting him close to orgasm then backing off till it subsided.

Soon Jim was begging to be allowed to cum. Kurt released his grip on Jim’s dick and let it slide back into his throat. He felt Jim swell up and prepare to unload. He timed it perfectly for Jim to dump cum right onto his tongue. Kurt held the load in his mouth till Jim was ready to watch him swallow it in one gulp.

I got us all drinks and we sat and enjoyed ocean sounds and the tropical breeze. It was easy to sit and forget about the outside world but the knowledge that it was coming to an end was working its way into the back of my mind. Not that I wanted tomorrow to get here sooner, I also did not want to sit here and think about it. I told the guys that I was going to bed and headed off to the room that Shari and I had claimed when we first got to the island.

I slept restlessly alone in the big bed. I woke once and Shari was still not there. I thought about trying to stay awake waiting for her, but my body opted for a very long blink. I was dreaming of having sex on a beach when I heard Shari in the bathroom. I let her think I was still sleeping while she tried to silently get into bed. I had turned facing her side of the bed and when she leaned over to give me a kiss, I grabbed her, pulled her close, and made sure I got a proper kiss. She snuggled in against me and asked how I was doing. I told her that I did not want to leave paradise. She laughed and said that she felt the same way.

My hands started roaming down along her side, but she stopped me. Another kiss and she told me that she was tired and a little bit sore because she had a round two that was every bit as fun as the round one that I got and had two more rounds in the morning, all she needed now was to be held in the arms of the man she loved. I just held her tighter and told her that I loved her too.

Morning came much too soon for my liking although waking up to warm lips wrapping themselves around my dick made it worthwhile. Shari lovingly caressed me with her mouth until I was fully hard. She looked up at me and slid around and climbed on top of me. I took her in my mouth and worked getting her hard as well. She would not let me do some of the things I knew she normally liked for me to do so I asked if she was alright. She told me that she had a big morning coming up and needed to be ready for it.

I stopped trying to make her cum and focused merter escort on making her feel good while letting her make me cum. My hands found her soft fleshy tits and I rolled her nipples with my fingers. She moaned over my cock. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her head pushing downward. I took the hint and began forcing her up and down on my cock. She reacted by squirming and groaning encouraging me to do more. Holding her head firmly, I began thrusting my hips up, driving my cock into her throat.

I held her down and made her deep throat me until I heard her start to gag. I let her up to catch her breath before forcing her down on me again. This time I held her down until I filled her mouth with my cum. She willingly took all I had to give and wanted more. I finally had to beg her to stop.

She rolled off me and turned to give me a kiss and cuddle before hopping up to shower and get ready for her morning activities with the girls. I gave her a few minutes then joined her. I made sure that her back and bum were good and clean by rubbing my body against hers until she made me stop. As she stepped out of the shower, I gave her plump round rump a good smack that left a reddened handprint. She noticed as she was drying off and told me that I was going to pay for that one later with a mischievous smile.

She told me that she would see me later and headed out the door. I finished my shower and joined Jim and Chuck out at the table for coffee and more of those magical muffins that appeared every morning. Kurt and the girls were nowhere to be seen so I assumed that he was first on the menu for the girls today. I asked the guys what was on the schedule for the morning. Jim said that it was up to Chuck and me because he had a feeling, he was going to be very busy later and wanted to be ready. Chuck and I both chuckled a little because we knew exactly what he meant.

Chuck and I headed down to the beach to enjoy our last morning in the surf, leaving Jim at the house for his turn later. We noticed a large fishing boat about a quarter mile out, largely because it was the only one we had seen that close to the island. It was there only a few minutes when we watched a police boat rapidly advancing on it from the other side of the island. The police pulled alongside and within moments the other boat was speeding away. The police boat turned toward the island and flashed its spotlight at the south end of the island and then sped back toward the mainland.

By the time they were out of sight we noticed that Jim had walked out to the beach with us. He told us that they were either lost fishermen or paparazzi thinking someone worth taking pictures of was on the island and if it were the latter, there would be an opening for a new investor later because somebody talked. I said that the response time was amazing and that if we had not been walking toward the beach, we would not have even noticed it. Jim said that there was an alarm up at the house that sounded when they stopped for too long. A warning for those guests and owners that needed to be aware of them.

The security at this place was amazing, and so were the precautions to ensure the privacy of everyone here. We stayed at the beach for a while kicking a volleyball around and playing in the surf. Eventually, Kurt came strolling down to the beach looking quite proud of himself. He told Jim that the girls wanted him to give them a few minutes to grab some food and they would be ready for him then walked out into the surf to soothe his abused body.

Jim waited half an hour and headed up to the house. Kurt followed him telling us that a nap with his name on it was waiting on a lounger. Chuck and I stayed down at the beach watching the boat that had moved well out to sea nearer one of the fishing spots that had been marked on the map for us on our fishing trip. I asked Chuck if he was feeling horny again yet. He said that Billie had taken care of him that morning but, yes, even with all the sex we had been having all weekend, he was feeling horny. I told him that I was as well.

A bit later we heard the girls up at the house giggling and laughing. Jim waved us up to the house. He asked us all to gather round and pulled out a small iPad and set it on the table. He said that before he showed us his new game, he had a question for us. He said that this game would pair us all up for a random amount of time then switch us all around. Then he told us that, if we were willing, he would like to add someone to our group. Miguel and his wife had been making sure that all our needs were taken care of this weekend and that they would like to join us for our some of our final full day on the island. Without hesitation we all agreed. Jim picked up the phone and told whoever answered to come on up, then began setting up the game.

It took a couple of minutes before Miguel, who piloted the boat from the mainland, and his wife Anya came around the corner. Miguel şirinevler escort was an attractive thirty-ish guy. Well-built, muscled and dark skinned. Anya, however, was a Mayan goddess. Huge high set breasts and wide full hips.

Introductions were made and Jim set to explain his latest gaming creation. He told us all to draw a number from the box on the table without peeking. I drew number 9, Shari drew 8, Kurt drew 1, Becky drew 5, Jim drew 4, Jan drew 6, Chuck drew 7, Billie drew 3, Anya drew 2 and Miguel drew 10. The numbers were on a wristband, so we did not have to remember them.

Jim entered the number of players into to iPad and told us that it was set to pick numbers at random, pair us up and tell us a time frame from 15 minutes to one hour and we would all pair off for the prescribed length of time. Since everyone there, including Miguel and Anya were bi, same sex pairings were included, we all were fine with that.

Jim hit the start button and the female voice told us that the first round was to last 20 minutes. An alarm would sound when there were 3 minutes left before another alarm ended the round. She then read the numbers for round 1.

Chuck was paired with Jim, Shari was paired with Kurt, I was paired with Jan, Anya was paired with Becky and Miguel was paired with Billie. Everyone found their partner and moved to the loungers. I was not able to watch everyone as I really wanted to focus on Jan. We had all been naked together for so many days that there was not the awkward undressing stage. We just cuddled up together on the lounger. Jan was a completely different person to the one I knew just a few short weeks ago. She glowed with the new enlightenment and power of her sexuality. I gently touched her face and told her that I genuinely wanted to thank her and Jim for the weekend. It has been so much fun getting to build friendships to a new level and learning to love while being loved back so unconditionally.

She said thank you but shut up and make love to me, I shut up and did just what she told me to do. I started with nuzzling her neck and shoulders, light soft kisses and gently nibbling her ears. She melted against me. I could feel her small hard nipples on my chest and her growing clit pressed against my hardening cock. I slowly kissed my way down her lithe athletic body, spending time giving her red swollen nipples special attention. I lifted her arms above her head and kiss/licked my way down her side from her elbow to her waist. I spent time massaging and kissing her flat hard stomach slowly working my way lower.

Her huge clit pressed against my chin and her hips were trying to work it closer to my mouth and tongue. I moved to the sides of her hips, finding a few ticklish spots in the crease where her legs met her pelvis. I finally moved my mouth over her clit but just let my warm breath tease it. She pushed her hips up to me, but I stayed just out of reach until she took her arms and forced my mouth down onto her throbbing clit. I sucked hard and buried it in my mouth while lapping her juices with my tongue. She ground her crotch into my mouth until she came with a scream and a gush of cum.

I gave her a few moments to collect herself and then rolled her over on her stomach. I took a moment to admire her slim firm ass then I lifted her hips up, placing her on her knees and let my mouth work on her privates. I used my mouth and tongue to lick from her still throbbing clit to working her tight pink asshole. Slowly I focused only on her tasty ass. When she started grinding it back against my tongue and mouth, I knew she was ready. I moved in behind her and at first, slid my cock easily into her hot wet pussy. I reached under her and stroked her long clit making her juices really start flowing. Without stopping stroking her clit, I pulled back and pressed my cock against her well lubed ass. She reacted by pressing back against me, so I let her set the pace. I watched the head of my dick slip into her. She stopped pushing so she could let herself adjust to the invasion. Never stopping stroking her clit, I felt her clench, then relax and shove herself fully against me. I could feel her ass again clench my cock as it slid deep into her hot ass. I felt her relax and then she told me to fuck her hard.

I drove hard into her ass. She grabbed the cushions and screamed into them while cum flowed from her pussy onto my hand squeezing her clit. I heard the iPad alarm tell us that there were three minutes left. I didn’t feel like I would be able to recover for round two, so I decided to hold back and make sure that Jan was well taken care of.

Jan began shaking from cumming so hard for so long. I shoved my cock deep inside her and held it while one more orgasm racked her body. As it subsided, I lowered her to the cushions, let my cock slide from her still spasming ass and cuddled her close to me. Holding her and gently caressing her until the iPad alarmed to tell us that time topkapı escort was up for this round and the next round would start in ten minutes if we needed to clean up and get something to eat and drink.

We all started untangling and putting ourselves together. I glanced over at Shari and Kurt, they both looked flushed and happy. Shari caught my eye and gave me a loving wink which I returned. I found Anya as she hurried away to one of the many bathrooms. I was sure hoping that I was going to get a chance to spend some time with her, that ass was calling my name.

I met Shari in the kitchen area. She handed me some water and gave me a loving hug. She told me that everyone had noticed me fucking Jan and enjoyed the show. I apologized that I had been too involved to notice. I gave her a quick kiss, allowed if you are newly dating, and a pat on her ass. I realized that I was developing some pretty deep feelings for this ray of sunshine that had dropped into my life.

The iPad informed us that round two was beginning in two minutes. We all gathered to see who our next partner would be. The machine announced the next pairing would be Anya and Billie, Jan and Chuck, Jim, and Miguel, Me and Kurt and Becky and Shari. This round would be fifteen minutes with a three-minute warning before the end of the round.

Kurt and I headed off to one of the loungers as did everyone else. I asked Kurt if he had cum yet and he told me the Shari had made him come twice in that last round while he had only gotten her off once. I told him that I held back and did not cum with Jan, but I thought that she had cum at least four times that I counted. Kurt then told me that he was going to change that and leaned down to start sucking my cock. I hardened quickly and Kurt tried all his tricks to get me off. Finally, he looked up at me and told me that I would recover if I went ahead and came. I agreed and just laid back and enjoyed the feeling he was giving me. He had gotten enough saliva on my balls that he used it as lube and slid a finger into my ass. I lifted my hips and gave him better access. He found my prostate and gently massaged it while deep throating my cock. His tongue worked the sensitive underside of my dick, and I quickly reached the point of no return. My balls drew up close and I filled his mouth with cum. Five or six hot ropes went straight down his throat.

Kurt slipped his finger from my ass and let my softened cock slide out of his mouth. When I recovered some, I started down to return the favor, but Kurt stopped me. He told me that he was still trying to recover from my girlfriend for the next round. We did the un-guy like thing and just laid close while I stroked his cock. He was starting to react, and I thought about going down on him anyway when the alarm sounded the three-minute warning. That made up my mind and I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth. He made a feeble attempt to stop me but let me continue. I had him hard and ready when the alarm signaled the end of the round.

The iPad announced that round three would begin in thirty minutes and suggested that we all eat something. Once again, we all gathered in the kitchen and pulled out drinks, the stuff to make some sandwiches and some fruit. I found it interesting that none of the small talk was about sex. Anya and the girl’s kind of stood in a group and the guys were talking with Jim about his game invention and what he was going to do with it. The iPad interrupted us with the announcement that round three would be starting in two minutes.

We gathered to be given our next assignments like good little perverts. Our new taskmaster, might be a good name for it, chirped that the next round was going to be two sets of five. The round would be one hour with the same alerts as before. Group one was Chuck, Shari, Jim, me, and Miguel. Group two was Anya, Kurt, Jan, Billie, and Becky.

Shari and her four guys moved to one of the loungers. Chuck and Jim each moved to side of Shari and started caressing her breasts and stroking her cock. I sat in front of Miguel and took his generous cock in my hands. His big full balls hung lower than his still soft cock and I fondled them as well. I asked if he liked them played with and he replied the more and rougher the better. I gripped his ball sack and lifted it to my mouth and sucked them both in. My finger pressed against his slippery asshole, I assumed that it had already been well used by his earlier partners.

I released his balls but kept my tight grip on them and lined his growing cock up with my hungry mouth. I opened my throat and let him feed his rigid seven inches deep into my mouth. I took several hard thrusts before he pushed me down on my back and straddled my chest, then refilled my mouth with his hard brown cock. He asked Shari if he could suck her sweet looking cock while the guys fucked them both.

The three disengaged from their activities and Shari stood in front of Miguel and teased his waiting mouth with her precum dripping cockhead. Chuck moved behind Miguel and Jim took his place behind Shari. Jim knelt behind Shari and started rimming her sweet asshole. I released Miguel’s cock and took Jim’s in my mouth. I wet him well with saliva and sent it on his way to fill Shari with cum.

Danny and Sue met up with their friends after the Sunday afternoon church service. Although each couple were initially curious about the swinging scene none of them had previously participated in such activities. Slowly, over many months their secret desires were shared and later indulged. In the early days they were flippant and a little silly. Their phrase “who’s for coffee?” was their secret way of asking, in company of others, “who’ll fuck me?” This had mutated to “coffee?”, as an invite to group sex activities.

That Sunday, each of the four couples had previously agreed what that evening’s activities would be. A gang bang for Sue was to become the main item for this meeting. What Sue had not realised is that Danny had asked the other three men to realise her fantasy — to make her airtight.

The other three wives were not being left out. Each of them had a separate fetish that they wished to be made real and indulged. Danny was the go-to person for such things. The women were familiar with his enormous cock: about 9 inches long, and of tremendous girth it had made for interesting liaisons trysts in the past often with him taking a dominant role. Because role-playing was an important part of these meetings, Danny and the husbands had prepared for the occasion. Each couple had discussed between themselves what fantasy would of theirs would be played out.

Everyone present was aware that what happened would be witnessed by the other two wives and would no longer be a secret fantasy. All the participants assembled in the lounge and Danny, raising a glass of champagne, proposed a toast to “Debauchery and Lechery.” After they had raised their glasses and replied to the toast Danny refilled their glasses and continued, “before we get into this, there’s something I want to say to you. A couple of nights ago Sue and I were invited to dinner with a work colleague of Sue’s. It was a thank-you to Sue for advice she had given her. We stayed over to avoid driving as we all had too much to drink. Anyway, that evening they inadvertently returned the favour. Their walls were paper thin, and we could hear them having sex. She was role playing being a first-time prostitute. She even got him to pay her real money. That just encouraged us, and Sue was very vocal as we shagged. They must have heard us because she incorporated this into her own role play saying it sounded like proper brothel. That gave Sue and I an idea for tonight. As you know there are double doors between this lounge and dining area. I have rigged up a bedsheet across the doors that we can leave open so we can hear but not see from room to room. The gang bang will be in this room and the fantasy fulfilments in the other. This way, Barry, Pete and Karl can hear but not see what’s happening to their wives. Similarly, the three wives can hear what their husbands are doing to Sue but can’t see her either.”

They were starting to get in the mood and Danny ushered Judy, Angie and Sally through the double doors into the dining area. He then pulled a previously deployed bedsheet across the entrance but left the doors open. The three women discovered that the furniture had been rearranged for their adventures. The table was against one wall and three chairs had been set out on the opposite wall facing the table. The table itself had been padded with a copious number of towels and cushions. “OK, Ladies. Each of you has letter from your husband with instructions on how to proceed. Place the letter on the coffee table together with your bag of goodies you have brought along to enact your fantasies. Later, I will be using them with you and, hopefully, on you, to fulfil your fantasies.”

In the other room Sue was busy converting the sofa bed into a bed. “We can hear you OK. Right, Gentlemen, get undressed. Liberate those cocks and balls. When you’re naked put on your ‘gift’ for this evening. It is a leather cock and balls strap to increase your staying power. I’m looking forward to a prolonged ravishment and may orgasms. As a last resort, if needed, I’m putting out some dildos and vibrators you can use on me. I shall now put on some mood music.” She called out, “Danny, in one minute I’m putting the music on.”

Back in the dining room Danny explained, “the music is ‘The Stripper’ by the David Rose orchestra, everyone knows it so it will be easy to strut your stuff. When it starts you have two minutes to indulge in the most lecherous striptease you can think of. I will join in at the end.”

Back in the lounge, Sue, set the music going and launched into her own stripper act. She had dressed in anticipation of this moment. As the music stopped, she had removed her dress, basque and knickers. She was wearing only stockings and suspenders, and a pair of platform high heels kept in place by triple ankle straps. The three men burst into applause.

Each of the wives in the dining room had performed brazenly. At the end, as promised, a now naked Danny was wagging his erect penis as though conducting the orchestra. “This cock was limp but before you bahçelievler escort sluts did your dances. Now look at it. All three strips were good but Judy, for sheer lewdness, you have won. In case you missed it, and for the benefit of the gang bang next door, when fully naked she pushed her first and middle fingers in and out of her cunt and thrust her hips forward as though she was pegging someone. Marvellous, your prize is to go first.”

In the next room Barry said, “as my wife won, I think I should get the first blow job “

“In that case, added Pete, “I get first taste of Sue’s cunt. We’ll do both at the same time for starters. Get Into position, Sue. You know how double oral works; we’ve done it before.” He called through to the next room to his wife. “Angie, I’m the first to eat Sue out. You can go next in there.”

“Not so fast,” protested Danny, “I’m in charge here. All your wives will do my bidding tonight. Judy, hand me your letter then take the seat between Angie and Sally.” He read it through, chuckled, and said, “this will be fun. I’m going to read it out.”

‘My wife, Judy, can’t stop talking. She will need gagging while experiencing her fantasy, which is to have her nipples clamped and then to masturbate to orgasm in front of other women. There is a ball gag in her bag. She might try and take it out. To stop that there are handcuffs in the bag. Fasten them behind her back. Third there are nipple suckers and clamps in the bag; these are new and unused, a first for her. The rest is down to you, Danny. Do whatever you like. As she is gagged there is a squeaky toy in her bag in lieu of a safe word.”

“Come on Judy, open your mouth wide and let’s gag you.” As he spoke Sue’s moaning of pleasure from next door caught everyone’s attention.

“What you guys need to do now,” said Sue is to spit roast me on a rotation basis. The one in my mouth moves to my cunt and the the inactive one replaces him on my mouth. I will give you all the edging you can endure, and you will give me a good, long fucking.”

In the other room, with Judy’s gag in place and her hands cuffed behind her, Danny gave a nipple sucker to Angie and Sally. “Get to work. Stiffen up her nipples.” After a few minutes he removed the suckers. “They have done their job. I’ve never seen your nipples that puffy, Judy. They need clamps now.” He took them from the bag; they were attached to a collar that he fastened around her neck before attaching a clamp to each nipple. She gasped as he gently tugged on the chains that attached them to the collar. “Listen up ladies. Shall I use one of these suckers on her clit? Rhetorical question, I’m doing it any way. She has never had nipple clamps before, and this tit play will be sending tingles to her cunt. I can’t wait to apply suction to her clit. She’s being such a slut in here, Barry.”

The running commentary wasn’t lost on the gang bang participants. Barry smiled. Karl provided his own commentary. “Your wife is getting the works in here Danny. She’s had two orgasms already. She’ll be getting a third once I’ve lubed us up. I’ve pulled out of her cunt, Sally, and listen to what will happen to Sue. While she is bent over, I’m giving her one in the arse; she loves a good buggering.”

This was music to Danny’s ears. Playing to Barry, the unseen husband, he said, “you are drooling with that gag, Judy. It needs replacing with my cock. I’ll take the handcuffs off and remove the clamps. Then you can masturbate in front of your friends while you suck me off. They will each suck one of your nipples at the same time. The blood will flow back when the clamps come off and you will like the relief from having your nipples sucked. If you like talking so much, talk dirty for the benefit of our friends in both rooms.” He took his cock from her mouth to let her talk.

Judy started. “My tits are so sore lick them while I finger myself. I’ve got two fingers in again. I need my rabbit. And a plug.” Danny lubed up a plug inserted it and proffered the rabbit. She rubbed the shaft along the length of her cunt before inserting it and turning it on. “I love fucking myself with this one, the curve in it makes the tip hit my spot. Time to turn on the ears, guys, and vibe my clit. This is fantastic. I feel so full when I have both the plug and the rabbit inside me. Keep sucking my tits you two sluts. Danny, spank my arse as well I’m nearly there. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck. I’m coming.”

Judy’s groans and screams served to encourage Sue. “That’s it. Pound my dirty hole, Karl. Bugger me hard. Make me cum.” He slapped her right buttock then her left slapping hard into her. He continued with the spanking. “That’s it. That’s what I need I’m about to come. “She grunted repeatedly as her body shook. “Who’s going to face fuck me now and stretch my throat.” Barry returned to the action having been excited by hearing his wife orgasming.

Danny took the lead once more. “That’s you done Judy. Next is Sally, pass me your envelope No not you Angie, Pete was too pushy bakırköy escort I’m in charge here. As before I will it out loud.”

‘My wife Sally is very submissive, but only in private. She loves wild sex when we meet up. At home she loves a good hard spanking. For her, success is wishing to, but not, using her safe word: Budgie. Flog her with whatever you like but do not break her skin. Add your own embellishments as you see fit. Experiencing her fetish and knowing I and the others will hear will be fulfilling for her.”

Danny decided to involve Sally verbally so that she became a contributor to her flogging, not just a recipient. He would indirectly involve his wife and the three men. “Right, Sally. Your husband and his friends are fucking my wife senseless. Did you allow this?”

“Yes.”

“Isn’t that naughty of you?”

“Yes, very naughty of me.”

“Then you need to be spanked. I will start with the paddle before moving on to using a flogger.” At that moment as though planned, which it wasn’t, Sue started screaming, again, in ecstasy at her gang bang. “Oh dear,” said Danny, “I think what they are doing to my wife merits more than a flogging. I will finish with a caning.”

“No. Not the cane. Please spare me the cane,” she whimpered, deep down relishing the thought, but playing the role of a subservient whore.

Danny knew she was getting in the zone, ready for the spanking of her life. “Sally, lay across the table with your feet on the ground and your knees apart. You might struggle. I won’t tolerate that so I’m asking Judy and Angie to help me by holding you down by your arms down. Are you ready?”

“Yes. Please be gentle.”

“Gentle? This is a proper spanking of a very naughty woman. I’ll start with the paddle.” He gently tapped her buttocks before landing a moderately hard blow. They must have heard that in the other room. He landed a few more spanks with increasing intensity. When she started squirming, he stopped and gently rubbed her buttocks. “I think another ten spanks and you will be ready for the flogger. Ladies, hold onto Sally firmly. I am delivering these 10 spanks hard and fast. Her arse will feel on fire, she will struggle.” The spanking was carried out accompanied by Judy’s screams.

“Judy is getting it good and hard,” said Rick, “just like you’ve been getting it good and hard. Do you need a rest, Sue?”

“Just keep fucking me. I love being debauched and need it so much.”

“If she’s getting it hard then you will too, Judy.” Danny spoke so authoritatively that she was surprised that the fronds of the flogger were used to merely tickle her burning arse. Then he tickled her pussy with the flogger before giving her the lightest flick between the legs. It made her gasp because she had never had her cunt spanked before. “Cunt inspection time, legs apart,” commanded Danny. “Unless I am very much mistaken, you are getting very aroused down there. I think that means you are enjoying this too much. Ten whippings from this flogger then I’m putting the flogger aside and moving on to the cane.”

“Please, no.” Pleaded Sally. The other women smirked. They had both been caned by Danny in the past and knew what in store for Sally. They knew if she could get through the initial pain and not use her safe word then she would enter her subspace and enjoy intense relaxation and contentment.

“Sally, trust me. I will not go beyond what you can endure. I will honour your safe word and your friends will be here to support you. However, you are going to be caned by me. Before I start, some questions. Have you given Rick a blow job in the last few days?”

“No, I wanted him to be really, really desperate to fuck Sue.”

“Does that mean you’ve withheld sex as well!”

“Yes, but…”

“Stop. No excuses. All grounds for a severe caning. What do you think, ladies, yes or no?”

Both women wanted Sally to get into her subspace for the first time. “Yes,” they replied in unison.

Danny ordered the other two restrain Sally. He then set to work. Two gentle touches on the buttocks before a flick of wrist and the rattan rod brought a stinging blow. After delivering 4 or 5 spanks he massaged he buttocks gently and felt the increased heat. He repeated the process then asked her, “are you still finding the cane very painful or are you feeling intense stimulation?”

“It fucking well hurts!” she shouted.

“You will get more for shouting at me. A lot more.” The other two wives knew Danny was good at this and they admired the welts that were showing as he landed the cane time after time. They were about to say something about easing off when Danny did exactly that. “Are you still finding the cane very painful or are you now feeling intense stimulation?”

She replied, “it’s starting to feel nice, and the pain is less.”

“In that case, I will take a photo of your spanked arse as a souvenir for you and Karl. You will get one last stroke of the cane, harder than any you have received so far, before I revert to beşiktaş escort a hand spanking.” No double taps this time, he just crashed the cane into her and then rubbed her arse with both hands before starting on a good old-fashioned hand spanking. “You will enjoy this spanking after what you have just experienced. You will hopefully enjoy it again in the future.” He let his fingers slip between her legs and he fingered her firmly but tenderly. “From your sexy murmurs and very well lubricated cunt I think you are there. I’m handing over to Judy who will pleasure you however you wish and her wish. It’s now time for me attend to Angie.” As he moved away, he saw Sally was about to be pleasured with a magic wand.

“Angie, pass me your letter” he read it. Although it’s a short letter, I will read it out aloud.

‘My wife is adventurous and loves pushing her limits. She likes a big cock, and she has learned from Sue that Danny’s is too big for his wife’s arse. That is a challenge to Angie; a challenge she is up for. Danny, make sure her dirty hole is gaping enough then fuck her arse hard and fast. Make sure she is face down and totally dominated by you. I don’t want her damaged but make sure she feels buggered like never before: her safe word is custard”.

‘Let’s get this underway, commanded Danny. “Forearms on the table. Stand a bit further from the wall and spread your legs wider. That’s better. I’m going to dilate you using fingers and dildos. There will be plenty of lube on my fingers, cock, and toys.”

He got to work as promised before attempting to get his cock past her tight ring. With patience he eventually got the first 2 inches in. “Fuck me, it feels huge up there. “

“It is a big cock to have up your arse. And I am starting to fuck you with it. There is at least six more inches more of it to come. When I’m balls deep I will start pounding you hard. Do you get anal orgasms?”

“No.”

“Then I shan’t try. I’ll do what hubby wants you to get. A hard fast buggering until I come inside you. It won’t take long as I am so worked up from our play.” Angie felt so full she understood Sue’s reluctance to have anal sex with Danny. He was right as it didn’t take long before he emptied his balls.

“Thank you, Danny. I didn’t orgasm but I’ve been arse fucked like never before.”

Danny walked up to the partition and called through “have you for finished in there?”

Nearly she’s been well fingered and spanked lightly. had three cocks in her mouth, three in her cunt, and two up tight arse. She’s getting her last buggering right now. Hopefully she will climax again. That will make eight”.

“Splendid. I’ll be taking home a well-fucked wife. Has she had her special treatment yet?”

“No,”

“Perfect, we’ll come and join you. The husbands can inspect their wives then I’ll let Sue in on our little secret. Judy, you go through first.”

Judy pulled the temporary screen and went inside. Sue was face down, arse up being anally plundered by Karl. At that moment Sue started yet another orgasm. Being a regular at these meetings Judy didn’t bat an eyelid. She walked up to her husband. “Hi Barry, look at the state of my tits and cunt. Unlike greedy Sue here I’ve only had one orgasm, but I’ve enacted my nipple fantasy and had a fantastic wank with assistance from the others.”

“Good time, then?”

“Oh, yes! Angie, come through, I’ve spoken with Barry.”

Angie came through the makeshift screen. “Success, Pete. Danny got his big cock up my arse. I’ve never been arse fucked like that. I am full of his cream, I was filled with his cock, I was fulfilled. Fantasy fulfilled.”

Next through the screen were Danny and Sally. He had to help her walk. “Don’t worry, Karl, she’s OK. The thing is, she’s had such intense experiences she is overwhelmed. Come and sit here, Sally. It’s a recliner so you can put your feet up and continue your experience by watching the next bit.”

“Next bit?” asked Sue. “Haven’t we finished now?”

At this, the three men who have been involved in the gang bang chuckled ominously. Pete spoke first, “I think you had better explain, Danny.” He did.

“First of all, darling, have you enjoyed yourself?”

“Oh, yes! I’ve had all three holes filled numerous times. I’ve had a good fingering and some light spanking. Not to mention so many orgasms that I am exhausted.”

“That’s OK for you, let’s ask these gentlemen; have you shot your load yet?” the three men shook their heads knowing only too well where this was leading. “These ladies have had fantasies fulfilled. Now it is your turn and your studs will get to come. You are going to be made airtight for the first time, and I’m going to supervise. Because this is your treat, you are going to choose who goes where.”

“Brilliant, you know I love being ‘Sue the Slutty Swinger’ and being an exhibitionist. I know from earlier that Barry likes his blow jobs, so that is him sorted. I’ll take Karl up the arse and Pete can service my cunt. But what about you?”

“Don’t worry, I have plans! Sally is too spent from what she has been through; she will watch dreamily and masturbate if that’s what she wants to do. We other three will play a part in making you the complete wanton slut you want to be. Pete, lay down and get comfortable.” He then proceeded to organise the participants.

Pairs of Pumpkins, Episode 11:

The Teleporting Tours of a Top-Heavy Teenager

by Jess Faulks

Chapter 11

In an instant of static and ozone, the winter air of her bedchambers was gone, replaced with an atmosphere hot and damp.

The saliva she’d managed to regain at dinner was sucked dry from her mouth, like she’d filled her whole muzzle with crackers while her sinuses tingled with a deep scratching. She blinked to refocus as eyes that were bloodshot and burning, the small, bare wood room she stood in the corner of. Without rehydrating before any more spellcasting, her skin would be next, first with dandruff, then painful cracking.

The ozone smell of magic was almost instantly overpowered by the scent of musk and sex. The moaning, groaning, rhythmically creaking bed and the familiar sound of fur-muffled flesh slapping was predictable enough for the hour. The room being occupied meant she’d pulled off the rescue of twin breeders, half-rabbits Anton and Laszlo.

Her vision took a teasingly long time to return to clarity and she latched onto motion as it did. The bed on the far wall was swaying and protesting from the weight of three bodies in a thrusting, lop-sided sandwich, her ivory-furred, thick-figured mother impossible to miss in the middle.

Doubled against her back was a fit, marble gray young man, his face sleek and fox-like but with ears and a puff of a tail like a rabbit. He was rutting in shallow, rapid-succession and from the angle and the second body under her, he seemed to be taking her anally.

She couldn’t see the one laying beneath her mother besides his legs and lapine ears but Anton and Laszlo were identical twins. His rolling hips managed to lift the other two.

Portia had planned the rescue of the prized-breeders while Ana was off on her mission. She tried to convince her mother to wait until they could go in invisible with magic but her mother insisted and had clearly succeeded.

Unsurprisingly, Jasper’s prediction continued to hold true: not one single teenage son had denied the advances of their gorgeous mother, sneaking into their bedrooms naked.

Once self-abusive and shameful about her initial, accidental act of incest with her son Joseph, Portia had now accepted what she used to call an addiction to the intense pleasure only sex with her blood relations could give her. Now she described it as “being affectionate with her family and making up for lost time.” Counting this two, she’d bedded six more sons since leaving Jasper.

With her vision finally clear and sharp, she noticed the details of sweat-matted and cum-crusted fur on all three of them. The sheets were stained and the floor spotted, only her blocked off section off the room spared from sexual bedlam. All that plus a pile of dirty dishes by the door from room service suggested they’d been at this for several days.

Anastasia stood in the Teleport Seal she painted in the room’s far corner a week before. They had flipped over the second bed to fence it off from the rest of the room, ensuring the it would remain clear for Ana’s safe return.

Drinking in the scene of the three incestuous lovers, her mouth wanted to salivate and her sex tried to flood with the momentary thought of what her mother must be feeling to lose herself so completely.

They hadn’t noticed her yet! She saw Portia take two of the gladiator sons at once and it raised so many more questions about what was happening inside her body that could feel so good.

Stepping to the side to be more out of their peripheral vision, she positioned herself until the trio was in full profile to her. With a bite of her lip and a shiver, she made the motions then covered her eyes, muttering the incantation she’d used to see through the eggs: “Sight Beyond.”

Eyes opened, now golden with enchantments and she looked over the naked bodies in front. Sight Beyond would see fetuses within eggs, people behind walls, fur and flesh beneath clothes but on three naked lovers, a new, insightful and anatomical view was revealed. She could see inside her brothers’ bodies and their blood surging from their racing hearts and air in and out of heaving lungs. But that was far less interesting than everything happening inside their mother. Her heart raced, breath huffed and the fat and glands of her breasts rocked but beneath them all, her brothers’ predictably massive cocks sizes impaled her like a pair of forearms, squeezed against each other as they occupied so much of her pelvic brim.

The one behind her straightening the end of her intestines anally with his canine cock, the depths of his thrusts up past the crown of her pelvis and pushing aside the organs of her waspish core.

Hips alternated with the brother below, his sizable erection curved the other direction in his supine position. When one withdrew, the other pushed in straighten and and conform escort beşiktaş her vagina around him until her lower belly bulged slightly from the pointed tip behind it. Like a paraody of an anatomy book, everything fit. It made sense that the females of the family would be deeper as the males were so long.

Some things squished and others moved but from the the outside, there wasn’t much effect besides the delighted howls of a mother fucked by two of her sons. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so different as eating a full meal or drinking a lot of liquids? They fit inside her mother with an obvious pleasure. Mother was a few inches taller but they would probably fit in Ana too.

Her eyes started to burn and blur with dryness and she blinked, ending the spell.

They still hadn’t noticed her. Her hand moved it’s own with habit towards to sex but she wasn’t invisible. She flattened it against her thigh and squeezed herself.

The son mounting Portia’s backside took her hair in a makeshift ponytail before flattening his hips on her rump. She eased upright and backed up into him. With a tug, he turned her head to kiss her over her shoulder, hands slipping up to grope breasts that jostled with the sharp bucks of their thrusting.

As the kiss ended, Portia opened her eyes halfway, then wide as she noticed Anastasia, her face lighting up.

“You made it!” she marveled but did not change positions.

The rabbit behind her looked over and yelped a cry of shock at the interloping sister. He jumped back and free of Portia, backpedaling away in the small room.

“Whawhaaaawhat’s happening!?” he shook his head, back against the door with his well-greased erection standing to his sternum. Below it were massive testicles, his sack tight around them, straining with the bulk of two melons. He was out-of-proportion like the women of the family and like herself, it was unlikely that the young man had any chance of ever running very far.

The other son’s face was still smothered by his mother’s prodigious chest.

“What happened?” he spoke, muffled by her fur and flesh. “Why’d you stop?”

Portia panted hard as she sat upright and winced as another presumably massive cock shifted deeper inside her. Her tail wagged now with room to move and her lifted chest freed the other rabbit-fox hybrid to look around before finding Anastasia.

“Come give me a hug, dear,” she beckoned.

Ana bent down to push the tipped over bed aside, then further down to break the teleport seal with a finger claw, ensuring it was inert. She set down the bag and stepped out of the corner and into her mother’s awkward embrace. Soft flesh collided, crushed and deflected as their arms fought all the mass of breasts between them, preventing the hug from being much more than hands.

“Boys, meet your sister Anastasia. I told you she’d be dropping in,” Portia squeezed her firmly, breasts ballooning out in all directions. “Ooooh, I can feel Laszlo getting harder!” she laughed.

“I didn’t think tits could get any bigger than mom’s!” the one on his back marveled at his up-close view.

“We couldn’t have gotten a different room!?” the boy against the door, apparently Anton looked to their mother, clutching his chest, wide-eyed with shock.

“Pay for an empty room for a week? Maybe a month? Just so Ana wouldn’t catch us fucking? That’s ridiculous. It’s nothing she hasn’t already seen and we’re on a budget. Now stop being a baby and get back here, Anton. We’re not done yet.” She gave a waggle of her rump before ruffling Anastasia’s short-cut hair.

“That took longer than I would’ve liked. But I’m glad you’re safe and I love the new robe. Everything went okay?” She shifted on her son, pushing a groan from him.

“Better than planned,” she nodded with a reserved smile. “And everyone in the house is fine.”

“Wonderful. Let’s catch up after I get another load or two out of these maniacs and you can tell me all about it. In the meantime, this is your brother, Laszlo,” she tugged the ears of the one she straddled, lifting his head to pull him face-first against her breasts.

With a euphoric grin, he offered a lazy wave. “Nice to meet you, Ana. Your tits are amazing.”

She slipped back and gave a genial curtsey.

“Hey, that’s my daughter, pervert! Eyes down here,” Portia leaned forward, draping a naked breast over his face, her own smile coy and labored. “And that little buttfucker is Anton. Who’s not currently doing a very good job of fucking my butt.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Ana dipped her head, stepping back to fetch the bag.

“You’d have been lucky to not interrupt, dear. These boys are insatiable.” There was more than satisfaction in Portia’s voice. There was pride. “I guess that’s why they were crossbred with rabbits!”

Anastasia lifted the bed back upright then slid it back into place to cover the broken seal, her half-brothers watching as she bent down to do so. She turned back to catch escort nişantaşı both of them staring at her rump.

“I’m thirsty. I’ll be downstairs. Nice to meet you two.”

“You… don’t want to stay?” Anton gave an innocent shrug, his hand stroking to restore what erection he’d lost.

“Ana’s not a perverted freak like your mother is,” Portia chuckled.

“Thanks but no,” Ana spoke for herself. “Come down whenever you’re done, Mother.” She headed for the door and stepped into the sandals she left next to it a week before. She turned to Anton, who still blocked the door.

“I like how big your testicles are. You’re both out of proportion like me but boys. It’s nice,” She gave a curt smile then took him by the shoulders and slid him out of the way when he didn’t step aside on his own. She looked between him and the door, then back down to his endowments. With her free hand, she reached out to cup one testicle and lift it.

“Heavy!” She marveled and let it go.

The vixen opened the door before tucking her elbows to compress and protect the outsides of her enormous chest and especially, the robe around it. Squeezed to her narrowest, she stepped through the doorway then twirled to reel her tail through. With a wave, she closed the door behind her.

Chapter 12

Anastasia walked down the hallway to the narrow stairs and down to the ground floor, angling herself carefully to not let the close walls pull her robe open. She learned long ago that many places outside The Pale Lands and Zarron’s manor were build with narrower hallways and doors but was never quite used to squeezing through. At the bottom, the inn opened up into a lobby and a tavern just beyond.

“Ah, the younger Miss Pridemoon! I didn’t see you come in,” the warmly-dressed iguana at the front desk that had checked them in a week before greeted her. “I wasn’t sure you were still staying with us. We’ve had some noise complaints.””About that. I need to rent another room for myself for one night. If I sleep in there, I’m going to wake up not a virgin.”

The iguana blinked but his face was otherwise straight, easy to do with his more limited, reptilian facial muscles. “Of course. The one next to hers is available.” He turned to the wall of hanging keys behind them and handed her one. “About the complaints…”

Anastasia lifted the magical bag, now more sack-sized onto the front desk and rifled through it. Her hand returned with a few jewels that she laid out on the table. She took a single, heavy diamond and offered it to him.

“We’re leaving in the morning. Is this enough to cover everything? Rooms and inconvenience?”

He swallowed, transfixed by the diamond but managed to appraise the rest of the pile. “One of those too should cover it. And you were never here.”

Ana canted her head. “But we were here.”

The iguana took the diamond, then plucked a more modest ruby with a dry chuckle. “I mean that I won’t tell anyone that you, your mother or either of those strange-looking young men were ever here. I figured you would prefer that.”

“Oh. Ok, yes. Good. Thank you.” She turned away and continued to the dining room.

“Come back any time!”

She found a booth in the corner, away from the door and discreet.

The first few inns she stayed in by herself while on her mother’s trail, she’d been foolish enough to sit at the bar. It piqued her curiosity to meet people out in the public and talk with strangers but came with some amount of anxiety. It got worse when she learned just how the world at large responded to her burdensome physique. In the best of circumstances, it would dominate the conversation and at worst, be a magnet for unwanted and aggressive attention.

Since puberty, she was aware that her bust was uncommonly large even for their bloodline but she mostly had Zarron’s word to go by. Comparison with her sister and female visitors had confirmed it long ago.

She started to hear it from house guests when she was a younger teenager when they visited the manor to pick up their sons and daughters.

“My daughter isn’t going to be that big, is she?! That’s way too big. It’s disgusting! She wouldn’t even fit in my house.”

“Nono,” Zarron would assure them. “Anastasia is extraordinary. Evangeline is much more indicative of the normal size of my girls.”

“Oh thank the Gods. You had me terrified for a moment.”

Almost without fail, the conversation would happen as if she wasn’t present at all, let alone as a person with ears and feelings. She heard some variation of that with regularity from visitors and her sister soon realized it was something she could tease her for.

Evangeline was “average sized” for their family, comparable to their mother. Since her escape a year before, she learned even that was enormous relative to the general population. She was yet to meet anyone not related who compared to any of them, not even to the comparatively escort etiler slender Marina unless they were also quite fat.

For most females, breasts were a negligible percentage of their total weight. Ten percent would be huge and troublesome. Eva, Constance and her mother were closer to fifteen or twenty percent, which made Portia’s adventuring prowess more impressive still. Marina was a little less. Anya a bit more.

With her own, cursed chest more than thirty percent of her total mass, the world confirmed it was not just an inconvenience but a deformity. She needed a mirror to see her lower body. Submerging fully in water was impossible for her natural buoyancy. Her back hurt often despite regular exercise

She went from the bustier of two busty sisters in the household to what many tens of men and women had called “the biggest tits they’d ever seen in their life” and by orders of magnitude. Just as many assumed it was a disease and more again, a curse. As a developing teenager she tried to stifle and reverse their relentless growth with magic but every attempt had failed.

Out in public, the eyes of strangers and crowds reminded her how she stood out.

At first, she didn’t mind the attention. It was good practice for her to socialize when she hadn’t done much of it growing up but very soon she realized it was always and without fail, the same conversation.

People would ask how it happened. What was wrong with her or what wizard she crossed. They would inquire about her back, how she walked, if she knew what her feet looked like or if she only wore sandals because she couldn’t reach the laces of boots. The last part was a correct assumption, when she wore shoes at all.

Occasionally, someone would remark that she needed to lose weight, as if they missed the shape and nature of her bulk or that her breasts represented her overall health.

Some people would try to be respectful in their interactions but it was all but impossible they could avoid looking at her chest. Half the time the attempted civility was open pity.

She’d encountered many men who’d openly objectified her and some had offered her money just to see them. Several times, drunks in a tavern offered bribes to perform some novel, physical feat that would be difficult for her. When she found it not particularly degrading and the bribe significant, she had agreed to it.

Once she carried a mug of ale around a bar room, secured in her cleavage and pouring it into a man’s mouth without using her hands to get a room and meal for the night. That was early on, before she figured out she could make money with magic.

Predictably, she’d also been propositioned for sex but they were always fixated on the novelty of her body more than anything around her being attractive. She had to use a spell or cantrip a few times to react to an unsolicited grope, generally a strong electrical shock. One time it had erupted into her first bar fight.

Traveling now with her mother, the contrasts became more evident in the way people treated and reacted to them. It seemed that Portia’s chest was at the extreme end of what men desired. Her mother was considered sexy and feminine and they would often leer and hit on her, which she handled with practiced grace. Anastasia was beyond that, past that peak of desire and into a valley of novelty, pity and disgust.

Shy of an Invisibility spell that could hide her gear and her clothes, she did her best to disappear socially.

Even getting into a table at an inn was something that required a strategy but was something she was experienced in.

She set her bag down on the table and hunched forward to pull the books out, knowing how difficult it would be to maneuver once in the booth. Hugging her chest, she eased her way in, wincing as the edge of the table bisected the bulk of her breasts into hemispheres, while she flattened her spine against the back of the seat.

Sliding in with a sucking inhale, the soft but never malleable enough mass of her gargantuan endowments filling her lap nearly to her knees and pushing her elbows up and out, occupying most of the two-person bench.

Despite the squeeze, it was a relief to be sitting and the fire in her lower back demanded attention. All of the walking she was doing since leaving the Pale Lands was helping with the fitness of her body but she’d been on her feet often while hiding in Zarron’s home.

Portia taught her some exercises to build up the muscles of her core but there was so much weight to carry in any position other than laying on her side or upright with an incline enough for them to rest in her lap.

With a sigh, she straightened herself and gave a small squirm, aware of how the booth had her semi-trapped. She reached for the books and slid them in front of her, then set two of them back aside.

The remaining book was titled “Codex of Torment: Unraveling Curses and Soul-Binding Spells” and had a bookmark halfway through it, from her night time reading.

“Welcome back. Can I get you anything, dear?”

The barmaid, a middle-aged goat woman had appeared at the end of her table, her brow crinkled as she looked over the cover of the book. Subsequent interactions with the same people were usually nicer, once they’d gotten the conversation about her breasts out of the way.

It’s my first day working as an escort and I couldn’t be more nervous. As if hurtling through space isn’t terrifying enough.

The Outpost is very different from my home planet of Earth. In some ways, it feels like a lawless wasteland, in that there are people from every species across the galaxy doing literally whatever the fuck they want, whenever they want, but in other ways, it’s place of structure and order. There are certain unwritten rules that anyone who steps foot here must abide by. No fighting inside the taverns — if you want to start a ruckus, you’ll have to do it outside under the starry sky and before witnesses. No stealing — which roughly translates to “don’t get caught stealing or you’ll find yourself at the receiving end of a baseball bat.”

And most importantly, if you see someone who’s not supposed to be here, don’t, under any circumstances, report them to The Guard. A place like this is a beacon for criminals and runaways. To report someone would be to upset the balance of The Outpost. Yes, it’s where space travelers stop to rest and attempt to pawn random pieces of junk, but it’s also a haven for outsiders and degenerates.

My employer is named Mara, and she’s the owner of Mara’s House, a home for escorts of a wide variety of species. Some prefer their sexual partners to have a certain number of limbs, or extra eyes, or even gills. Mara’s House caters to all preferences. I’m one of only three humans under her employment, which makes me kind of a novelty in a place like this. She’s arranged for me to meet up with a male at ten o’clock sharp at some motel on the outskirts of the main hub.

I’m referring to my client as a male instead of a man because I never assume that anyone is human — on The Outpost, it’s more likely that they’re not.

My six-inch heels clack ostentatiously against the black pavement as I walk towards the crumbling motel. I pick up my key from the front desk from a three-eyed attendant who barely gives me the time of day. I throw a glance over my shoulder as I scurry down the dingy hallways in search of room 307, my paranoia running ahead me like a loosely leashed dog. The peeling walls reek of cigarettes and despair.

While prostitution is illegal under the Empire’s rule, The Outpost is not considered to be under any particular planet’s jurisdiction. Not that the Empire has ever cared about technicalities; if they wanted to bring the hammer down on this place, they most certainly could.

My knock lands softly against the door to room 307. I’m almost hoping that nobody answers, and I can turn around and go back to Mara’s. Of course, she would probably spin me right around and send me off to another client.

It’s a good thing I didn’t assume that my client tonight was human, because when the door swings open, I am greeted by a tall, lean male with striking blue skin and bright, violet eyes. His dark hair flops messily over his eyes, desperately in need of a trim, and he’s dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt. One of his shoelaces is untied.

He doesn’t strike me as particularly threatening. If anything, his downcast eyes suggest he might be a bit shy. Well, that makes two of us.

“Hello. I’m Persey.” His voice is quiet, hesitant.

“Farrah.” I wonder if he really believes that I’d give him my real name.

“Um, thanks for coming.” Yes, he’s definitely nervous.

“That’s why you’re paying me,” I point out.

“Right. Come on in.” He stands aside for me to enter, and I attempt to brush carelessly past him like I’ve done this a hundred times. I hope I’m convincing.

The room is nothing more than four walls, a flickering lamp, and a double-wide bed that’s probably hosted dozens of meetings such as this one.

Persey — I wonder if that’s his real name? — plants himself in the wooden chair in the corner of the room and gestures for me to take a seat on the bed. The sheets feel rather stiff and uncomfortable, but it doesn’t matter. I won’t be here very long.

There’s something about Persey. Blue skin is not uncommon in this part of the galaxy, but his eyes — irises of a glowing, deep violet, and ringed with gold — give him away. The baseball cap and pair of sunglasses strewn about the bedside table suggest he was trying to conceal his identity before arriving at this motel. After all, one doesn’t need sunglasses here. The Outpost doesn’t even have a sun.

Maybe his reasons for being nervous about this arrangement have nothing at all to do with sex.

“You’re a… a Xhorthian?” I begin. They’re an ancient species gifted with exceptional telepathic abilities, a kind of power so rare, not many understand it. Officially, they’re considered a threat to the crown — in large part due to the activities of their rebel leader, who has a nasty habit of blowing up government buildings on planets under control of the Empire.

“Yeah,” he says, chewing on his lip. “You’re not going to say anything to anyone, right?” He looks like he might get up and bolt at any moment.

“No, bostancı escort of course not.” I suppose it doesn’t matter that he’s here illegally. I’m not exactly in a position to be reporting crimes to The Guard. What scares me most is that I’m a weakling human and he’s an all-powerful Xhorthian. He could probably crush my skull without lifting a finger.

And yet, I don’t get the sense that he wants to.

“Anyway,” I move off the bed to stand between his legs, trying my best to exude confidence. “Should we get started?”

His violet eyes widen in alarm. “Oh, um, you don’t actually need to touch me for this to happen.”

I pause. I realize I don’t know the first thing about Xhorthian anatomy, or sexuality, for that matter. “You don’t want me to touch you?” I ask, puzzled.

“It, um, detaches from my body. My sexual organ, I mean.” He pauses, waiting for some kind of reaction from me, I suppose, but at the moment I’m more confused than anything else. He continues, “I control its movements, and I will feel the sensations telepathically. You need only to lay on the bed while my organ explores your body.”

Wait, he doesn’t even want me to touch him? And I’m still getting paid? This feels too good to be true.

But also… what the fuck?

“Wow,” I say. “Why…?” I trail off, not quite sure how to phrase my question. There’s got to be some evolutionary reason for their penises to detach from their bodies.

Persey does not seem bothered by my rude question. “For a few reasons. The first, is that if we are killed, the organ lives on and can still ensure the survival of our species. In the absence of a host, the organ will seek out a female and plant its seed inside of her. Second, females of my species are notoriously difficult to impregnate; the uterus is protected deep within their bodies, almost impossible to reach with a standard sexual organ. This makes reproduction far easier, when we can detach. The organ can go inside and find the egg; it’s malleable enough to squeeze through even the tightest of spaces… ” He trails off, probably not intending to give me a biology lesson.

But I’m fascinated. I’m wondering how many giant worms across the galaxy are really Xhorthian penises without bodies, searching endlessly for ripe females to plant themselves in. Fascinating.

“Interesting,” I say, and mean it.

He smiles sheepishly. “Is there anything else you want to know? I’m an open book, really.”

The question spills off my tongue before I can stop it. “Why do you want to do this with me? I’m human. It sounds like you — and your penis — are hardwired to want to reproduce with a member of your own species.” I’m not supposed to be asking this question; Mara would probably slap me if she knew I’d asked it. It doesn’t matter why he’s here with me, just that he’s paying.

He shrugs. “I have a preference for human females. You’re all quite adorable, really.” His strange, glowing eyes travel up and down my body. For the first time since he introduced himself, he looks like he wants to fuck me. “And I’m in desperate need of… well, you know. Mara’s House came highly recommended.”

A blush creeps up my throat at the compliment, despite myself. I find myself curious to see what will happen next. “So, where do you want me?” I ask.

“On the bed is fine. Disrobe, please.” Persey is very polite as he makes this request.

I peel off my clothes — tight leather pants and a lacey camisole, with no bra or panties underneath — and plop back onto the bed in a sitting position. I’m completely naked, goosebumps rippling off my skin in nervous waves.

He nods in approval. “You have very nice breasts,” he comments, and it’s so formal that I almost laugh.

My nipples peak at the unexpected compliment. “Thanks.”

“I would prefer if you were aroused,” he adds. “It will make this easier. Please feel free to touch yourself. I’m in no rush.” He crosses his legs, the picture of patience. Someone like him, always on the run, is probably enjoying the time off of his feet.

I hesitate, not quite sure how to begin. I might as well dive right in. I reach a hand between my legs and dip a finger into my lower lips, surprised to find myself already moist. I gently stroke my clit, working towards the arousal that Persey requested. I don’t have any interest in faking it, and something tells me I won’t have to. Persey’s gaze lingers on my busy hand, seemingly mesmerized by the sight of me pleasuring myself. There’s a hunger is his violet eyes that’s very much at odds with the unassuming Persey on the surface. He looks like he wants to ravage me, despite his promise that he won’t actually need to touch me.

It’s not long before I’m oozing fluid, warm and ready for whatever comes next.

“Ready?” His voice is noticeably quieter, gruffer, than it was before.

I nod.

Persey stands from his chair and unzips his jeans. He reaches into his pants and pulls out something beykoz escort long, girthy, and flexible.

The Xhorthian approaches me while holding his penis in his hands. The top button of his jeans is now unfastened, revealing a glimpse of smooth, unmarred skin beneath the now-flat crotch of his pants. There doesn’t seem to be any sort of wound where the organ detached. It’s as if his body simply expelled the organ and sealed itself back up. How very efficient.

I can’t help but gulp at the sight of Persey’s penis. It could almost be mistaken for a centipede, probably close to ten inches long and wiggling on hundreds of tiny feet. It’s the exact same shade of blue as the rest of Persey’s skin. The thing clearly has a mind of its own, or at least some instinctual drive to impregnate, by the way it’s squirming to escape Persey’s grip.

I’m suddenly overcome with nerves. How in the world am I going to fit that thing inside of me?

“You won’t feel any pain,” Persey comments in response to the look on my face. “My organ is capable of transforming to fit through any crevice, any barrier, no matter how small. It will shrink or expand as necessary to fit inside of you. I think you will find this experience quite pleasurable.”

I swallow my fears. In my examination of Persey’s penis, I’d absent-mindedly closed my legs. “Spread, please,” Persey instructs me. There’s a hard edge to his voice that makes me comply without question.

I do as he says and spread my legs apart, allowing the disembodied organ unobstructed access to my vulnerable little hole.

Persey lowers his hands so that his organ can climb upon the bed, and it does. It’s a strange sight to behold, a disembodied penis crawling towards me on a cheap motel bedspread, it’s intention obvious. The urge to close my legs is strong, but I keep them open out of both curiosity and obligation. The penis pauses, cocking its head to the side. Sensing me.

And then it’s moving across the bed directly towards my open cunt, faster than I would have thought possible on those tiny little legs, drawn directly to the warm puddle between my sticky thighs. My pussy lips flutter as the worm-like object nudges my entrance with its bulbous head.

And then, it’s climbing inside of me.

I’ve used dildos on myself before, but this sensation is nothing like that. The fleshy member ventures up my tunnel like an explorer, nudging against my every nook and cranny as if checking for weak spots, before plunging fearlessly deep. My walls stretch impossibly to accommodate the foreign intruder. The groan that is ripped from my throat is not one I have ever heard before.

Persey has taken a seat back in his chair, watching me intently with his bright, violet eyes while his bodiless penis climbs within me, crawling up, up, and up until disappearing entirely from view. It’s a snug fit, but not altogether unpleasant. This Xhorthian penis is without a doubt the largest thing I’ve ever put inside of me.

Across the room, Persey’s head is tipped back, and the whites of his eyeballs are visible. He’s feeling everything his penis is feeling, and he’s clearly enjoying it.

The penis starts to swell. It becomes tight — too tight — for a few breathtaking moments before the swelling recedes. And then, it begins to swell again. It repeats this process over and over again, swelling and receding, and I realize it’s stretching me from the inside. Or should I say, Persey is stretching me from the inside.

There’s a feeling of deflation as the thing unexpectedly slides out of me, but not all the way. I peek down between my legs to find the organ half inside, half outside, wiggling in the open air for a few teasing moments before plunging all the way back in.

Once the penis begins to pulse against my G-spot, I come apart at the seams. My whole body goes lax, and I find myself thrusting my hips upwards in an attempt to increase the speed at which the organ fucks me.

“I can feel you clenching,” observes Persey from his spot across the room. “I assume that you’re close? Please, feel free to orgasm. It will make this next part much easier, actually.”

The request is just as polite as every other request Persey has made thus far, and the next thing I know, I’m coming hard on a disembodied alien penis stuffed up my spasming cunt. I scream loudly, very much aware that the occupants in the next room can likely hear me through the thin, cheap walls.

Only when I’m done orgasming do I process Persey’s words. Before I can ask him about what’s going to happen to next, his penis is moving again, deeper into my vaginal canal than I would have thought possible, and suddenly, it’s slipping through my cervix. There’s an uncomfortable pressure as the organ breaches my uterus.

I gasp as I look down at my swelling belly. There’s a small bump between my hips that materializes in a matter of seconds, and suddenly, I look about three months pregnant.

Finally, Persey kurtköy escort finds his own release. His head falls back against the wall as he shudders, and curiously, his skin begins to glow.

I’ve never given birth before, but I know what’s about to happen by the sudden cramp in my lower belly and the pressure that follows. The Xhorthian penis slides easily out of me, positively drenched with my fluids. It lands on a wet spot of its own creation on the mattress beneath me.

Persey sags in his chair, clearly satisfied, while I collapse against the bed. I feel horribly empty, and not at all ready for this to be over. I pull my thighs up against my stomach so that I’m baring both of my holes to the tiny creature, silently begging for it to continue.

“We can keep going, if you want,” I say in a small voice. I use my own two hands to spread my ass cheeks, revealing my tight ring of muscle to the Xhorthian across the room.

Persey smiles at me, and within the next five minutes, his penis is all the way up my large intestine. I feel so gloriously full, so filled to the brim, when the swelling begins anew. The pressure increases, to the point where it starts to hurt a little, but also feels fucking incredible —

Persey is grunting and groaning in time with his penis’s movements, and the whole thing is just so weird and bizarre that I’m more turned on than I’ve even been in my twenty-two years. I reach my hand in between my legs to play with my clit while the penis wiggles inside of my ass. I’ve just spilled over the edge of another glorious climax when —

The distant barreling of footsteps down the hallway is the only warning we get before the door explodes. I’m not exaggerating — splinters are flung in every direction as the door is quite literally ripped from its hinges and the room is swarmed by guards.

The Guard. The Empire’s men.

It all happens so fast. Persey’s eyes snap open a half second before his face is shoved into the carpet and he’s held there by the knee of an angry looking guard. I scramble off the bed and into the corner of the room, where I wrap my arms around my knees and hope I’m a reasonable distance away from the line of fire. My heart is pounding erratically against my rib cage, in part from the recent orgasm and in part from crippling fear. My first day on the job and I’m busted by the cops. This is not good.

They cover Persey’s mouth with a cloth, and it takes only seconds for him to lose consciousness.

Finally, they notice me. My plan to sink into the wall and disappear forever fails spectacularly. “You! What’s your name?”

“Farrah,” I squeak.

“What are you doing here with him?” He jerks his thumb at Persey like he’s a disgusting bug caught in a fly trap.

There’s no point in lying. It’s very clear why the two of us are here in this room, given the fact that I’m completely naked and I was sprawled on the bed in the throes of pleasure when the guards rushed in. But on the other hand, Persey and I weren’t even touching when the guards came into the room. Maybe I can still get out of this. “Nothing,” I sputter.

The guard examines the wet spot in the center of the bed, and his lips curl in disgust. “Did he hurt you?”

“N-no.”

“Get dressed,” he orders, not entirely convinced. “We’ll need you to come in for questioning.”

Questioning?

I quickly climb back into my clothes, which don’t offer nearly enough coverage against the sudden freezing temperature the guards brought with them into the room.

Of course, Persey’s penis is still lodged comfortably up my rectum, seemingly content to stay there for the time being. I wait for the right opportunity to expel the organ and return it to Persey, but they’ve got him in handcuffs and out the door faster than I can say, “Wait! I’ve got his penis!”

—

I’m sitting alone in a dimly lit conference room waiting to be questioned, or interrogated, by one of the guards, and I’m starting to think they forgot about me because it’s been a good half hour. I’m shivering, wishing I’d brought the knitted pink sweater currently folded on my bed back at the house, but Mara says pretty girls don’t wear sweaters. A sleeve of vending machine donuts lay untouched on the table before me, my appetite having vanished along with Persey back at the motel. Oh, and I’m squirming in my chair while a Xhorthian penis squirms inside of me. Somehow, it’s crawled deeper inside of me, as it’s trying to hide from the guards out of fear of getting captured just like Persey.

Finally, one of them comes for me.

The guard folds his hands on the table between us and offers me a very insincere smile. I’m not sure what he wants from me, but guilt stains my cheeks red. I feel like I’m harboring a criminal inside my large intestine.

“Are you aware that the male you were meeting with is the Xhorthian rebel leader known as Perseus Markham?”

I purse my lips together in an effort to keep my jaw from hitting the floor, but I’m sure the surprise is written all over my face. “What?” I demand.

“What is the nature of your relationship to him?”

“I-I hardly know him.” I don’t want to admit that I am an escort and give them another reason to keep me here. “We met at a bar earlier tonight and then got a room together. I didn’t know who he was, I swear.”

“Suck it!” Trakkur roared and took hold of Fosi’s head, making her arch her back to take in the boar man’s fetid cock to the base, his pendulous nuts, heavy with hot cum, slapped her in the face.

Fosi had to go limp, suspended facing the ceiling between him and Ovel, who had taken her waist in hand to slam his own cock deep within her cunt, slicking her with thick precum that squished loudly with each thrust. There was no rhythm between them, only the frantic search for pleasure from each man and Fosi between them, forced to suck and lick up Trakkur’s unholy musk with her lolling tongue even as Ovel shouted for her to tighten her cunt around him. She could hardly focus for all the sensation forced upon her.

Faraway, she felt her breasts jiggling wildly back and forth along with her dangling arms and legs. The taste of Trakkur’s bitter filth invaded her mouth and was pumped down her throat along with his thick, salty precum. It gathered as sickening heat in her guts, swallowed it down as it came so that she could at least breathe through her nose on the down-thrust.

Ovel’s fat balls slammed against her ass and bounced off with each thrust. Fosi tried not to think of anything, least of all the churning, roiling seed within, the tapered tip of Ovel’s long cock pressing against her womb, ready to fill her up once more. The sounds of flesh slapping on flesh filled her mind alongside the grunts of the two men taking pleasure in her holes. Most of all, she tried not to think about the sphere of glowing pleasure that was growing within her breast, sending out tingling sensations and warmth that dulled her pain. If she allowed herself to start enjoying it, where would there be left to go?

“Fucking slut!” Ovel growled, his claws digging into the soft meat of her waist, slamming her more roughly into his groin as if he intended to pierce her womb itself. “Jus’ came to us yerself, didn’cha? Stupid slut! Like beastman cock that much, ’nuff ta betray yer pa!? Thought yer a princess, now lookit! Fuckin’ whore like the res’ of ’em!”

All she could do was gag on Trakkur’s cock; they weren’t looking for an answer, but a squeaking toy. She was slammed onto his throbbing shaft, felt the heat of it on her tongue as it pierced her throat over and over and over… His thick, milky precum was so hard to swallow, already puffing her cheeks and flowing past her lips to drain down her face, over her eyes. There was nothing but Trakkur’s tarry black nuts to see anyway.

Ovel’s cock kept stabbing at her womb, his own precum mixing with her juices and dripping off her ass, onto her tail. She couldn’t help but moan pathetically around Trakkur’s hot, red shaft, and even she couldn’t tell if it was more agony or ecstasy.

She lifted her arms and grasped Trakkur’s coarse fur, pulling herself deeply into his crotch, choking herself on the bitter, salty flavor of his flesh to suck harder, gain herself a moment of rest even though the tip of his dick was firmly down her throat.

Then, with a mighty thrust, Ovel bottomed out within her cunt and began his long orgasm. Extremely thick, hot cum flooded her and immediately she wasn’t able to hold all of it. Still, his kind could go on for literal hours; he planted himself within her and his load only slowed down, near jelly-thick semen pumping out of her like a fountain of fat, snotty globs that splattered on the floor.

Trakkur grew tired of waiting, his cock pulsated against Fosi’s tongue. She knew that he was close to orgasm himself. He pulled back and she was able to take only one shallow breath before he slammed his cock back into her throat and began pounding her again. It felt like a fever, the thoughts filling her mind of what it would taste like, of what it would feel like once it had filled up her belly. Would she have an aching bulge again?

Cold fear washed over her. She didn’t know if this body could become pregnant, couldn’t bear the thought of bearing one of these disgusting men’s child. But somehow the possibility took hold on her soul and she could feel herself coming to the edge, being pulled kicking and screaming to an orgasm that she didn’t want, that she didn’t want one of these men to give her.

She didn’t want to have any orgasm…

But… she felt her own treasonous pussy gripping Ovel’s cock, her slick folds milking him into her as if her cunt had desires of its own to be filled with as much cum as possible. She felt the twisting fur between her fingers as she pulled herself up and steadied herself against Trakkur’s frantic, slapping thrusts. And her legs… she’d lifted them and encircled Ovel’s thick body as well as she could, clinging to him even as his seed oozed from her cum-soaked hole.

The stench, the bitter flavor of accumulated filth swamped her mind. Trakkur’s cock pulsed inside her throat once more and he pulled her head tightly against his crotch, forcing her to swallow every drop of his initial spurt. Fosi could nearly feel her belly expand as warmth flooded her body, a reward for her as she gulped his hot, escort şişli thick load, tasting nothing but his dirty meat until he finally pulled back.

And she was dropped unceremoniously on the floor, into the damp hay. Both of their cocks slipped out and the boar men stood over her, cum still spurting from their long, thin cocks all over her naked body. She lay there panting, choking on the urge to throw up, quaking in the afterglow of a lingering orgasm. She ran her fingertips over her belly… there was a bulge after all. A few hours of respite, she’d have until they were done cumming all over her and were ready to have her body again; Fosi closed her eyes and tried her hardest to ignore the spurts of hot, creamy cum falling onto her skin from above, staining her skin and matting her hair, to have as much rest as she could eke out.

This was enough, she thought. So long as these men were distracted by her body until the morning, Suvir would be…

Suvir would be…

Fosi opened her eyes against her better judgement.

Suvir was watching from a crack in the door…

The hinges squeaked as the boar princess leaned against the door, beholding Fosi’s disgrace with a sort of horrible fascination.

Ovel’s ear perked up and he began turning. Fosi mustered her strength to shoot up to her knees and grasp his massive testicles in her hands, planted her face between them, tongue lolled out. She had to keep him from noticing the princess; if that meant disgracing herself even more, she failed to see how that could be done.

“Hungry fer more, slut?” Ovel’s thick, black fingers held her in place. His cock lay over her head, dripping a steady flow of cum down her back.

Fosi lapped at his hairy, greasy, wrinkled skin, swallowing his flavor while moaning like a dirty whore. “It’s sho good~” she moaned, turning her face up to his, punctuated with a tender kiss to one hot testicle. “I want you every night, every night, please?” To please him, to make sure that his attention belonged to her and only her, she ran the tip of her tongue through the folds of his scrotum, gathering his filth on her tongue as his beady eyes watched from on high and gulping it down, wiping the look of disgust from her face as fast as it came: a little defiance that would rile up his demonic blood.

“Oy, Trakkur, lookit this slut alright.” Ovel snorted laughter.

His subordinate didn’t seem interested in watching someone else being pleasured, contented himself as well as he could by leaning against the opposite wall and slowly jerking his softening cock off, semen pooling on the floor at his feet. Trakkur didn’t bother to hid his own disgust, a curled lip showing more tusk than normal.

It was more humiliating than anything Fosi had ever experienced, being watched in this state, giving herself to these brutes. But… her thighs felt warm once again and her heart was beating out of her breast. She reached down with one hand and pushed two fingers easily into her sodden, stretched-out cunt and she couldn’t tell how much that action had been an act to sell herself as a worthless, gluttonous slut… and how much was for herself…

It was so slippery against her fingers, so filled up with Ovel’s semen that the sound of squishing had to reach the door. Suvir had to hear the sound of her servant’s cum within Fosi as her fingers churned her pussy. How did the princess’ pretty face look, knowing that? Fosi imagined Suvir kneeling on the floor in the hallway, touching herself with her skin blazing with embarrassment. The mental image drove Fosi to continue, kissing and licking Ovel’s sack, nibbling once or twice as if she were so lusty that she couldn’t help herself.

Ovel pulled her away from his balls and she licked along the shaft of his cock until she came to the thin tip, still dribbling hot, fresh cum. Without instruction, she began licking and kissing, put her hand around his shaft to slowly stroke up and down from the tip to the root, milking cum between her lips in squirts.

“Stop that…” said a quiet voice by the open door.

Suvir stepped inside on bare feet, still in her sleep clothes, clutching a dagger to her chest, and trembling.

Fosi tried to bolt around Ovel, but her legs gave out underneath her and she landed in a heap at his feet. “You moron!” she shouted. “All you had to do was stay put!”

“Huh?” Ovel grabbed one of Fosi’s horns, preferring to have control of the scene while his pea-sized brain took a moment to process everything and how he should react. “Guess we should kill’er after all. Works out alright, we’ll jus’ put the knife in yer hand, ye?”

Suvir stepped forward, keeping the dagger, one shaking hand atop the other, between herself and her supposed servants, her assassins. She said shakily, “I gave you t-two an order, didn’t I!? Put her down!”

“Fine,” Ovel said with a huff. He threw Fosi to the side where she crumpled against a wall, then approached the boar princess and grabbed her throat. The princess escort mecidiyeköy tried to stab him, but his thick fur turned the weak strike and he easily knocked it out of her hand. “Trakkur, want some fun, first? Got hours ‘fore all them wake up.”

Suvir’s eyes widened with terror. She kicked and struggled, beating her fists on his arm, but Ovel was far too strong for a lightweight like her to budge his grip. Acrid wetness ran down her thighs and dripped onto the floor as Ovel’s thick, black fingers pressed bruises into her pale, delicate skin. “S-stop!” she managed to make out through choked gasps.

On the ground, Fosi was barely able to crawl, grabbed Suvir’s dropped dagger and palmed it beside her wrist. She said, “Are both of you already bored of me? Come on, you know that I’m better than this scrap of a woman; I’ll be yours as long as it takes to satisfy you, just set her down.”

Trakkur left his place by the wall and dragged Fosi by her hair to the doorway. “Can always find a bitch on the way home.”

“Then at least let me be the one to kill her!” Fosi cried. “That’s what you all wanted in the first place, wasn’t it? Let me do it, and I’ll leave with you… There wouldn’t be a place for me in my father’s court after betraying him like that…”

She was surprised that Trakkur was smart enough to support her on her feet and bring her within striking distance of Suvir, still choking within Ovel’s grasp.

“That’s right, you two could have me as much as you want. I’ll even,” she gulped, “bear your children… You could become known as the conquerors of the demon king’s daughter… Just let me be the one who has the honor of taking this sheltered bitch’s life.”

She had to muster all of her strength just to stand as Ovel shoved Trakkur away. Ovel held Suvir at arm’s length and grunted his belabored acceptance, showing Suvir’s back to Fosi to rob her of even the shred of honor that would come of striking one’s prey through the breast. Struggling still, Suvir looked a piteous sight, tears forming in her eyes as the dull-cast steel of her own dagger yet flashed in Fosi’s hand. And the princess went limp.

Fosi breathed, worked her hand onto the dagger’s hilt and tightened her fingers. “Princess, I wish I could say it had been pleasant knowing you thus far. I’ve known from the minute we met what you were. It’s not an uncommon thing at all, and the other kings wouldn’t care how obvious it was.” Fosi brought the pommel of the dagger to her opposite shoulder, dipped one hip. She would need strength that she didn’t know existed in this body. “Before what comes, I want you to know that your life belongs to me, and me alone. I will decide when you die.” She laughed sadly, once, despite the way her body ached, at the fact she was likely throwing her own life away within the following seconds. “After all, who can forbid me from picking up what someone else has thrown away? One man’s trash… And for future reference, this is how you hold a dagger!”

She twisted, swung her tail along the ground, built up angular momentum through her whole body, from her hips and up through her shoulders, flowing out and down her arm. Fosi’s aim was true, the point had enough energy behind it that she pierced the Ovel’s coarse fur, his flesh, and pinned the blade through the twinned bones of his forearm.

He squealed in pain and dropped Suvir, Fosi twisting the blade to inflict as much pain as she could while trying to clip his nerve and the fat vein on the other side. Suvir crumpled, frozen with fear and confusion, but Fosi slammed her foot into the princess’ chest and sent her falling out the open doorway.

“Run, you retard!” Fosi shouted.

-o-

Suvir felt like her bare feet were hanging on by a thread as they pounded against the stone in her desperate retreat. She could feel the wetness of Ovel’s blood on her clothing, the bruises that were still forming on her neck in the shape of his fat fingers. Just breathing hurt her chest, and pain radiated from her veins into every inch of her flesh, but she bore it since rational thought was only filtering back into her as she emerged from the noble wing.

There hadn’t been any servants on her path, not even those imps that she now saw replacing candles. Of course not, the nobility preferred to be left alone. But Suvir didn’t bother turning on her heel to pound on doors until she found an ally. No matter what the old veterans she’d met earlier that day thought of Avlakoi himself, she was far from certain to find one immediately who would stand with the man’s daughter… And to show that sight, her body as it was, to one of Fosi’s enemies would be…

It was unthinkable. Suvir didn’t grab the first imp she passed for much the same reasons, and the fact that none of them would have the strength of arms to be of any use in the first place, much like herself. She could still feel the echoes of the compression in her wrist from trying to stab Ovel, and without a single drop of blood escort taksim drawn to show for it. But again, Fosi couldn’t be seen like that, not by anyone she didn’t trust to keep a secret.

How many enemies did the woman have in her own home, and she’d stuck her neck out for Suvir’s sake!? Moron!

So… allies. Suvir wracked her brains as she ran aimlessly, trying to dredge up what verified allies Fosi had, that Suvir had noticed while she was preoccupied with her own incipient death.

Peris… was right out… He’d more likely kill Suvir on the spot than hear her out. He was the more practical of the two, who would have executed Suvir on the spot days before, when she’d insulted his master directly. Even then, Fosi had interceded. Was she, even then, doing what she could to save Suvir’s life?

But maybe that would be for the best. Suvir hated herself. Right then, someone was fighting for her, to save her life, had been for days, and she had the gall to avoid the obvious solution because she valued her own neck? Since when had she valued her own life!?

She kept running, disgusted with herself and justifying her behavior with the excuse that it’s what Fosi herself would have wanted. The garrison. Fosi had seemed so friendly with those men in the morning; they’d extended a hand to her and let her train alongside them. Suvir bore down on the sounds of mugs clashing and drunken song.

The garrison quarters were right there in her sight. She turned a corner and slammed into something large and hairy. There, she balled up her fists and battered the man’s chest.

“You, please, come with me! Lady Fosi is in danger!” Suvir cried through streaming tears.

The man didn’t say a thing. He was as a gust of wind and Suvir was left alone. She collapsed against the nearest wall and buried her face in her arms, tongue on fire and chest pounding.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly to no-one. “This is all I could do…”

-o-

Fosi bounced, limply slung over Ovel’s shoulder like a sack of grain, the fingers of his good hand hooked into the nape of her neck with the promise of violence if she made so much as a peep. She had no more strength to struggle in any case, the last drop of it in her body had been used to ensure the princess’ safety. All Suvir had to do was run, run anywhere; Ovel and Trakkur didn’t even bother chasing after her in the aftermath of Fosi’s attack, they’d beaten Fosi down where she stood and fled themselves, job abandoned.

What would come next? Days or years hiding from Vormise’ wrath, with Fosi as a put-upon wife in the frontier? It’s what she promised them in any case, but whether they had the patience to make her their brood mother or they just killed her remained to be seen. Fosi thought without emotion, too tired for disgust to accrete in her belly at the thought of being used day in and day out until there was no more mind behind her eyes.

Then, what of the prophecy? Avlakoi had never seriously thought he would be the one to fulfill it in the first place, but how would the next great war start without him in his ordained place? Maybe Fosi could delude herself that the next war simply wouldn’t happen so long as she lived.

She could hold onto that ember of hope for some time.

Ovel came out into the courtyard and his heavy footfalls thudded toward the gate. The night watch wouldn’t be facing inward, and they weren’t about to stop a man from taking a succubus out for some fun in the woods, not even if she was screaming, that’s what succubi were for… The boar men passed the two lanterns and went out into the darkness of the night without being stopped, as Fosi thought.

They went into the brush, thorns passing over the thick fur of Fosi’s captors as they raked across her skin, leaving dotted trails of cool blood.

Suvir hadn’t raised an alarm, good girl. It would all be for nothing if this all flowed down the line to war. If Fosi simply vanished into the night with these men… Suvir could make good on her bluster and claim that Fosi had been taken in with them as their lover… There was enough evidence on the floor of Methystus’ former room to convince a normal man of that story. Then level heads could prevail in her absence. After all, Fosi was the woman who dragged off a lanky wolf man to her bed, since she was nothing but a dirty slut…

Funny, that man had seemed so confused by her that he hadn’t been acting like a demon by the end…

She heard a howl.

Ovel trailed behind Trakkur, the latter forced to bear the brunt of the thorns and stomp a path for his superior. But how long would that last?

Trakkur burst out into a dusty clearing and stopped in his tracks, turned his back to the moon and held out his hand. “Give to me.”

“Keep walking!” Ovel roared. He wanted to clench his fist but his fingers wouldn’t close at his order, never would again. Fosi felt his other hand tighten around her neck as he thought about it. “Want to die!?”

“You’re weak. She’s mine. Shut up, move to front.”

Demons were demons after all. What chance was there, really, that their bonds of brotherhood would bear the weight of one single weakness? The knife was still embedded in Ovel’s forearm, kept there to staunch the bleeding until they were safe enough to dress the wound. He was seemingly skilled enough in combat to understand that.

Hello again, I’m glad to see you’re back to hear more of our young prince’s tale. In the last part I made a few grammatical and punctuational errors. Slap my wrist, very naughty me! I was just so excited to start this story I ignored all formal etiquette when it comes to good grammar.

I know many of you probably weren’t so keen on the first part, it was certainly not sexy enough and I get that, this is after all a site dedicated to erotica. But that was just the foreplay, I promise you this part is the first true part of this story, there will be plenty of sexy moments. So sit back, pull out your cock, or release your pussies and enjoy this chapter. We begin where we left off, our trio making their way through the woods towards the nearest kingdom.

“Fuck sort of name is Twig anyway?” Alexis asks as she bites a chunk out of her bread whilst leaning against an old tree. (I’m really not good with tree names, it was a big and thick trunk… it was a big tree!)

“The name I was given at birth!” Twig defends his name.

“You have got to be shitting me? Your parents hated you that much?” Alexis snorts.

Prince Seb tucks his soft dick back into his bottoms after taking a piss and re-emerges from behind another … big tree.

“Are you two quite done arguing? If I have to hear another bad word against one another I’m going to smash your heads together until you make friends.”

“I … I didn’t say anything mean?” Twig protested, but Seb shot him a fiery look and he quickly wound his neck in.

“Where are we heading to anyway?” Alexis asks wiping her hands on her shirt.

“We’re going to the closest neighbouring Kingdom…”

“You mean Queendom?” Seb corrected.

“No, no I’ve heard of these kingdoms they’re ruled by these people called, ah what was it?”

“Kings!” Twig answered.

“Nah, not Kings … Doms! That were it!”

Twig looked at Alexis in disbelief and muttered “unbelievable” to himself as he shook his head.

After cleaning themselves up and remounting their horses (look I’m going to be using the term mounted a lot so you best get used to it!) They continued on their way.

It took them half a day’s ride to finally see the shadow of an imposing castle in the distance. Twig gulped at the ominous sight, but neither Seb nor Alexis or their horses for that matter seemed phased. So on they went and on and on until they eventually arrived at the Kingdom’s gates.

The gates were open, but they were not inviting them in by any means. To them it felt almost as if it were a dare. Like an old abandoned house your friends dare you to sneak in.

They trotted with caution through the abandoned streets of the Kingdom until they came across a frail and frightened looking man standing on the side of the road.

“You there!” Seb leaned down. “Can you point us in the direction of the castle?”

The man stared blankly at the trio for a long while until with a shaky hand he pointed in a certain direction.

After a nod of thanks the trio continued until they reached the lavish gates to the castle.

It was old, very old, but in far nicer nick than the rest of the Kingdom. Again the gates were open and with no one standing guard, they let themselves in, dismounted their horses and walked up to the large castle door.

Alexis stepped forward and knocked three times with a heavy fist. Less than a minute later the door creaked open to reveal another frail man whose eyes widened at the sight of them.

“This is His Royal Highness Prince Sebastian of The Queendom of Leonore, we have come to greet your ruler as is the custom for royalty.”

The man scurried away without a word and Alexis looked back to Seb with a shrug.

The man rushed back and opened the door wider, inviting the trio in.

“Her Majesty will see you in the throne room, please come this way.”

“And our horses?” Seb enquired.

The man looked behind him at the trio of horses and practically salivated at the sight.

“Leave them outside, we will have a stable hand come collect them.”

With this assurance they all followed the man through the lavish castle to the dark wooden door of the throne room.

The man opened the door and the trio stepped in to see a crowd of people gathered either side of the aisle. All staring at them with ferocity.

“Your Majesty, I introduce His Royal Highness Sebastian, Prince kadıköy escort of The Queendom of Leonore and his companions.” The man bowed before scurrying away.

“Come closer,” a demanding voice called them forward.

The trio all bowed to the woman sitting upon an imposing throne.

“What business do you come with? We haven’t seen another royal in this Kingdom in four centuries!”

“Your Majesty,” Sebastian looks up to see a beautiful woman with a thick head of dark coiled hair. She was Black, but pale, almost to the point of sickness, but she didn’t look sick, she looked as if she had a healthy glow. And her lips were as red as summer strawberries and she smelled just the same.

The Prince felt spellbound and I admit I also feel enamoured to this Queen, as does every being, but I know better and our friends did not.

“Tell me Sebastian, are you here on business or pleasure?” She smirks at the last line.

“I’d be lying to your Majesty if I were to say I wasn’t here on pleasure.”

The Queen listened intently as Seb briefly told her about his place in the royal family and how he was the eldest child, but not in the line of succession, the Queen found this so compelling she suggested they take the conversation somewhere more private.

The Queen led the way to her private chamber, Alexis and Twig followed behind, but as they reached the door to her room they were expected to wait outside.

The Queen led Sebastian inside of her lavish room and invited him to sit on her luxurious bed.

“So you are the eldest child and yet you are not in line to the throne? Are you a bastard?”

“No your Majesty, in my Queendom only women can succeed the throne.”

“Fascinating,” was the reply of The Queen as she sat herself beside Seb.

“Forgive me your Majesty, but I don’t think I’ve been informed of your name.”

The Queen studied Seb lustily, paying particular attention to his soft white neck.

“My name is Zuri, Queen of Crimsonia.”

“I came here your Majesty, to meet the different creatures that occupy the lands beyond my Queendom, but I have seen no such creature here.”

Queen Zuri laughed to herself, “perhaps you are not looking hard enough.”

She leans in close to him, the smell of her perfume intoxicates him, his eyes roll back as he feels himself feeling drawn to her. Their lips meet in a fiery passion as Zuri places a hand on Seb’s shoulder pushing his linen shirt just a little down to reveal his skin. She rests her cold hand upon the flesh of his warm shoulder and gently rubs her thumb against his neck.

Meanwhile outside the door, the man who introduced the trio into the castle returns asking Twig to follow him.

“He’s staying with me!” Alexis glares at the man placing her arm as a barrier between him and Twig.

“Special request from her Majesty Ma’am, he must come with me.”

“How about you come here and feel my boot up your arse?” She snaps back.

“Alexis it’s fine, they can help me understand this Kingdom and what creatures may live in it.”

“It’s not happening Twiglet, you’re staying here until Sebastian leaves.”

“You’re his bodyguard not mine! I’m entitled to make my own decisions!”

Alexis is shocked by Twig talking back to her and grumbles.

“Fine then, go, but if something happens to you, I tried to protect you.”

Twig smiles at her and follows the man away.

Alexis was wise to not trust the situation, I’ve been observing her since she began working for the royal household and her intuition is unmatched. But what more could she do if Twig didn’t want her help?

Back in the room Zuri was now standing before Seb who was still sitting on the edge of the bed, she was now loosening the strings of her corset, freeing her large succulent breasts. Her nipples aroused as she teased the young Prince with her visage.

As she pulled away her corset to reveal her entire torso she stepped towards Seb before getting slowly down onto her knees. Seb looked down at the Queen awkwardly. A Queen had never kneeled for him before, it made him feel … powerful.

Zuri wrapped her fingers decorated with sharp blood red nails around the waistband of his trousers and pulled them down revealing his bare cock stood to attention.

She wraps her hand around the base of his shaft before she leans closer. Looking ümraniye escort up at him with hungry eyes, she rolls her tongue along the base up to the tip of his penis.

She places her lips tightly around his head before she invites the rest of his cock into her mouth. Seb winces a little as his foreskin catches on her sharp teeth, but after a moment he relaxes into the sensation.

She sucks him faster and faster as he leans back on the bed moaning loudly in pleasure.

Alexis listens from the other-side of the door and reaches a hand down her own trousers. She rubs her clit in time with the sound of the moans, fantasising about the Queen going down on her like she was doing with Seb.

It’s not the first time a Queen has gone down on Alexis, Seb’s own mother frequently found herself bedding the bodyguard. It was this reason Queen Leonore knew to trust Alexis with her son’s life. She only wished she could be on the other-side of the door seeing it for herself, but she decided it would be more respectful to give them some space.

Whilst Alexis listened deeper with her ear against the door and Zuri deepthroated Seb, Twig found himself walking deeper into the under belly of the castle.

As he walked through a dark passageway, led by candlelight, he observed the portraits adorning the walls.

“Who are they?” He asked his guide.

“The past monarchs of this Kingdom.”

Twig nodded as the eyes of the many faces seemed to follow him.

Then the portraits stopped, and this made Twig stop because he realised the last portrait was of the Queen they’d had an audience with in her throne room.

That wouldn’t be too much of a cause for concern, she was the most recent monarch, but as we know Twig is a learned man, he’s studied art. And these paintings are painted in a certain way that was the fashion four centuries ago.

Now fully naked, Seb lay on his back, his head sinking into the large plush pillow on the Queen’s bed.

She climbed over him, leaning down to kiss him as she grabbed his dick and positioned it against her pussy lips.

Seb closed his eyes as she lowered herself down on him. Moaning “fuck!” As she did.

Zuri straightened her back as she placed a hand on Seb’s pale smooth chest. Digging her nails slightly into his skin.

She began to slowly move herself up and down on him, gaining a good rhythm. Her head tilted back in ecstasy as she enjoyed every inch of his nine inch penis. She began to move faster as Seb placed his hands either side of her. Gently encouraging her to keep going.

Zuri moaned as she began to slam down on Seb’s throbbing cock. She began moving with more excitement, pounding her tight pussy down on him.

Seb screamed out in pleasure as she looked down on him, his eyes tightly closed, but her’s firmly on him. She slowly moved her hand along his chest up to his collarbone.

Twig stared at the portrait in fascination as his eyes locked onto the small plaque screwed into the frame. His eyes adjusted to the light as he made out the dates.

“But this was painted over four hundred years ago.” He turned his head just as the man swung something heavy right into the side of his face.

Zuri slowly leaned down as she wrapped her fingers around Seb’s neck. She squeezed it gently as she rode him.

Seb opened his mouth slightly anticipating the kiss, but it never came. Instead he felt a sharp stabbing pain in the side of his neck as his eyes shot open.

Seb screamed in agony as Alexis pulled her hand out of her trousers and burst through the door to see Zuri on top of the Prince. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Zuri lifted her head, her lips dripping with blood as her widened mouth revealed two sharp fangs protruding from her gums.

Alexis lunged for her, but in the blink of an eye she was gone.

“SHE BIT MY FUCKING NECK!!!” Seb grabbed his neck, blood pouring out between his fingers.

Alexis looked around for the Queen who was now nowhere to be seen. As she rushed to Seb’s aid she felt something heavy whack her in the back pushing her down into the duvet – inches from Seb’s still erect dick. She lifted her head slowly, seeing the member directly in her line of vision.

“Well, whilst you’re down there,” Seb laughed as Alexis mounevered herself onto her back to see Zuri coming down on her from the canopy ataşehir escort of the bed.

Alexis kicked up with both her legs sending the naked Queen flying to the other side of the room.

On all fours she looked at her like a wild animal.

“I’m dying,” Seb cried dramatically as he stared at the blood dripping from his shaking hand.

“Hang in there your highness whilst I deal with this bitch!” Alexis slowly pulled herself up from the bed.

“Oh yeah no worries, I’ll just lay here and SLOWLY BLEED TO DEATH!”

“I’LL KILL YOU MYSELF IF YOU DON’T SHUT UP

AND LET ME DEAL WITH THIS!!!”

The room fell silent for a moment before Alexis cleared her throat, “sorry I don’t know what came over me then. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that, your highness.”

She turned to look at the Prince who was now laying on his side moving his eyebrows up and down with a smirk.

“Ugh!” Alexis responded as Zuri lunged for her.

The two women fell to the ground as they fought each other. They pulled on each other’s hair and clawed at each other. Zuri’s sharp nails tore Alexis’ outfit to shreds leaving her almost as naked as herself.

Despite Seb slowly bleeding out, he grabbed his cock and began jerking himself off to the sight. As the fight got more and more intense he jerked himself faster and faster until he erupted. Spraying cum all over himself. The loud climax made the two women stop in their tracks and look up to him from the floor.

“What?” Seb asked as he slowly panted.

The two women looked back at each other and began laughing.

Alexis climbed up off the ground and offered Zuri a hand to help her up. Seb couldn’t believe his eyes, the two women were at each other’s throats and now they looked like they were best friends.

A few minutes later Seb was sitting up on the bed, a piece of once clean now bloodstained linen tied around his neck to stop the blood flow as Alexis finished changing into some new clothes and Zuri dressed back into her gown.

“I’m really sorry about the mess I’ve made.” The Queen smiled. “It’s just been so long since we’ve had some fresh meat.”

She went on to explain how she had been Queen of this Kingdom for the past four centuries after being cursed and accidentally killing her father during her transformation. She’d turned her court into creatures like herself. And found she couldn’t leave her castle in the daylight or else she’d burn terribly. Her subjects feared her kind to the point nobody ever left their houses unless they were randomly selected to come to the castle and be fed upon.

“You could stay,” she suggested. “Become one of my husbands and be set for eternity.”

“Nah, I’m good!” Seb replied. “So many other places to visit, this was fun though. By the way, where is Twig?”

Zuri looked at him blankly for a moment before it clicked “oh! Your friend? I imagine he’s in the dungeon.”

Seb and Alexis wasted no time in rushing down to the dungeon. Alexis rammed into the door to barge in as they found the man from earlier sitting opposite Twig holding a hand of playing cards.

“The fuck?” Alexis asked out loud.

“We thought they were torturing you!” Seb exclaimed.

“Might as well be, he’s beaten me five times in a row now!” Twig slammed his cards down on the table and got up. “Can we leave now?”

“Didn’t they hurt you?” Seb asked concerned.

“Yeah he gave me a frightful bash to the head, he panicked thinking I would freak out with what I learned. Did you know the entire court are vampires?” Twig beamed.

“Yes, we found out the hard way.” Alexis narrowed her eyes.

“Anyway he led me down here so I could donate some blood, I did so willingly.” Twig proudly lifted his arm to show off the bandage wrapped around it.

“Unbelievable!” Alexis whispered to herself.

The trio bade farewell to the kind Queen and her court after Alexis also donated some blood.

As she mounted her horse with a biscuit in her mouth (for any Americans reading this, I mean that in the British sense, as in she was eating a cookie), she waved to the Queen standing just inside her castle in the shadows.

“Such lovely people.” Seb sighed as he rubbed his neck.

“How’s your neck?” Twig asked.

“Stopped bleeding but it’s still rather sore.”

“We will have to keep an eye on that.” Twig studied the Prince’s movements as he climbed onto his own horse.

And they really should keep an eye on it because when you have fun unprotected, you never know what you might catch. Or even what you might … become.

In the next part our trio find themselves seemingly lost until they have an encounter that could only be described as being out of this world.

“When people think of Pokegirl evolution,” Professor Linden opined, “they usually think of dramatic events where a Pokegirl changes substantially in size, class, type affinity, and especially power. These events are evolutionary milestones, and they are over represented in public discussions of Pokegirl evolution.” She brought up some slides with before and after pictures. “It’s easy to see how a Pokegirl suddenly gaining a pair of arms, a pair of wings, a pair of spoons, or a pair of cannons makes for an easy and obvious before and after. Like these ones.”

The next slide showed two different Pokehirls in six pictures each. Both were Cat Girls, with one going from dangerously furry through various semi-furry stages to a socially acceptable not-furry woman with cat ears and a tail. The other was a similar progression, but the pictures arranged in the other order such that the dangerously furry Cat Girl picture was on the far right. Damian assumed this represented humanization and degeneration of Corruption falling and rising, and the teacher confirmed his suspicions.

The yellow squiggles on Professor Linden’s too-tight black shirt danced in a way that Damian had come to recognize as her preparing to say a pun or reference she thought was very funny. He almost never understood what she was getting at, but the smile behind her eyes after she’d said those things showed that she always thought she’d really gotten away with something. “Most of the time, when Pokegirls and trainers evolve, they don’t turn upside down, they just represent incremental change. Whenever Corruption goes down, the pocket monster evolves to be more human. And whenever Corruption goes up, the pocket monster evolves to become more monstrous. Trainers have to be especially careful, because every trainer has a Pokegirl threshold. That’s the point of Corruption which triggers an evolutionary milestone to irrevocably turn into a Pokegirl. Many pocket monsters have very low Pokegirl thresholds, and their transformation into a Pokegirl is inevitable and happens almost as soon as their powers awaken.” She trailed off for a bit, perhaps lost in a painful memory.

She recovered her composure and her wet hair swayed like tentacles in a tide. “Ultimately this is why there are so many Pokegirls your age, but even mature milfy trainers who have a high Pokegirl threshold will not be able to hold out for long when sexually submitting to a feral Pokegirl. When a feral Pokegirl sexually dominates a trainer, that trainer’s Corruption rises rapidly until it is at the level of the Pokegirl whose pussy they have submitted to. In almost all cases, that entails a permanent transformation into a Pokegirl for that trainer.” She let out a heavy sigh. “Anyway, who knows what determines the directionality of gradual Pokegirl evolution?” She surveyed the sea of faces, and the familiar eager hand. “Fine. Gary?”

Gary cleared his throat audibly, more to make sure that everyone knew he was about to speak than to actually clear anything from his air hole. “Gradual evolution effects for rising in level or reducing Corruption are affected by the aesthetic preference of the owner. That would be the Pokegirl herself for an unowned Pokegirl, or the owning trainer for a properly enslave Pokegirl. The level-portion is why almost all Pokegirls and trainers are physically attractive, the so-called beautification of level. Even pocket monsters whose Corruption is completely out of control will go up in level over time, and become more attractive according to their own standards or the standards of their owner.” He gestured to himself, as if to remind everyone in the room that Gary Fucking Oak was considered conventionally attractive. “When Corruption goes up, that gradual evolution goes toward archetypal monstrous forms. At evolutionary milestones, the form is usually constrained by the archetypal monster, but a controlled milestone still gives a great deal of control to the owner in terms of post transformational aesthetics.”

“Thank you Gary.” Professor Linden was already ready to talk about evolutionary milestone constraints. She showed a slide of two Pokegirls, one of which had teal fins and the other had orange tentacles. “These two Pokegirls are actually the same Pokegirl. The Jet Fish Girl had an evolutionary milestone and changed into a Jet Octopus Pokegirl. As you can see, the change was quite dramatic. Not only did she trade in her fins for tentacles, but her breasts enlarged and her cheekbones changed. Even her lips have become fuller, looking like they are about to spit on you. That’s because when the Pokegirl’s body changes substantially to conform to its new monstrous specifications it also changes to conform to her owner’s sexual preferences. The slave’s entire body attempts to please the mistress.” More slides showed similar glow-ups.

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Esmeralda was the newest addition to their lunchtime crew. She wasn’t sitting at the table, but underneath it. Her sapphire eyes looked up from between kartal escort Courtney’s thighs while she happily and submissively licked the Loud Noise trainer’s cunt. It seemed she was content with the collar that her roommate had put around her neck. Phoebe was explaining things to the submissive trainer. “I should have you know that this is an ass fucking table. Bitches get their asses fucked here, it’s no joke. If you don’t please my mistress well enough or fast enough, your bitch ass is going to get violated. Maybe I’ll do it, because I’m a violator fairy. Maybe we’ll run a train and your ass will get fucked again and again. You’ll learn to like being fucked up the ass, because your ass is going to become mistress’ property and she’ll share it with whoever she wants. Maybe even me.” It was hard to tell if Esmeralda was listening or not, but Phoebe was absolutely working herself up to some elvish mischief.

Annie and Cathy didn’t seem to have any difficulty ignoring Courtney’s court, the oral sex and discussions of anal didn’t seem to phase them. Partially, this was because Enya and Marina were also under the table, licking the cunts of their mistresses. But despite the sexual activity around them and involving them, they seemed inclined to carry on normal conversations. “It’s three weeks to rush week,” Annie remarked, “have you decided which sorority you’re going to join?” The question had been aimed squarely at Rini, no one thought Courtney was the sorority-joining type.

Rini rolled her pink eyes. “You know that’s not how it works. There’s five challenge days and you need an invite from each day to go to the next day. At the end of the fifth day, any of the sororities can offer you a bid. The sororities choose their members, the sisters don’t choose their sororities.”

Cathy psshawed. “Yeah, but we all know that’s bullshit. We know who your mom is. They know who your mom is. You’re going to be on the university sorcery team. Every sorority would be lucky to have you, and they all know it. You could go to all five challenge days in crocs and you’d still sail through with a bid from all four. ΑβΩ might even give you both bids, just in case. Maybe most freshmen don’t know whether or which sorority might let them in, but that’s not a problem you have. You get to pick, so spill the tea.” Cathy ate a carrot sassily while awaiting a reply.

The pink haired trainer made an exasperated noise. “My mom isn’t going to pull strings to get me into a sorority.” Cathy took another sassy bite of carrot. “Ok, fine. I think I’m going to join ΔΝ.” It was a surprising answer, and everyone was surprised.

Holding Esmeralda’s head steady with her thighs and one hand, Courtney made her incredulity known. “No way! I thought you were going ΚΚΤ for sure. I mean, wasn’t your mom ΚΚΤ? Plus, that’s where all the best capture teams recruit from?”

Rini frumpled. “Courtney, you sound like my mother. Say ‘I’ll punish you!’ or like, don’t do that. Please do not do that. Honestly, after college I just want to be a bureaucrat. Public health and sanitation saves more people than demon hunting. I want to build a better world, not just save the world we have.” She said it with a beautiful sincerity, one that could only come from someone who knew that they’d have enough talent and opportunity to make a difference wherever they chose to put their efforts. “So, what sorority you two planning on joining?” That question had been directed to Annie and Cathy, because those two seemed like the sorority type.

“Actually, um…” The twins attempted to answer together. “Not sure we’re going to rush at all this year.” They didn’t seem happy about it. “Not sure we can handle the Chicken Train. We’re not cut out for that kind of thing.”

“You two would be great at the Chicken Train,” Courtney interjected, “even if you didn’t get any captives, which seems unlikely, you could always put yourselves on the auction block. You’re twins, you’d raise the most money for sure. Then you’d be sure to get bids.”

Cathy dismissed that idea. “Yeah, if we wanted to get omega bids.”

The entire conversation seemed to have been translated into another language, and Damian was confused. “What’s the Chicken Train?”

Rini gave him a withering ‘are you serious?’ glare. Realizing that he actually didn’t know, she explained. “First of all, a lot of people think it’s called that because women are dared to get on the train, and called chicken if they don’t. Actually, it’s a pun in Japanese. It’s the start of an all-night charity slave auction. The train itself is the last circle-line train around the city, and participants try to capture women on the train. Captives are taken to a dungeon for training and in just twelve hours they get auctioned off as temporary slaves to be released thirty hours later. Proceeds go to charities, and participants compete to raise money by bringing the best captives and training them the best. Or by putting themselves maltepe escort up for auction to wear a training collar and be a slave for thirty hours. For charity.”

Damian nodded. He hadn’t heard of it before, but once the tradition was explained, it seemed intuitive enough. “So many women in the city know about the train, and they stay up late to ride it because they want to see trainers dominate women in public. And many of them either hope to be dominated, or are at least curious enough about being dominated that ‘capturing’ them isn’t very difficult. For some it’s just a weekend of submissive sex and charity fundraising, but some of the captives get seriously collar trained for almost two days straight. How many of them accept their slave collars and become permanent pussy slaves?”

“I don’t know, maybe one in three?” Rini guessed. “Most of those stay with the mistress who bought them, but some go find the mistress who collared them on the train and beg for permanent subjugation.” She ate a carrot in a nonchalant way.

Annie brightened up. “Ooh! Speaking of permanent subjugation; Damian can we get you to let us into The Stacks on Sunday for a slave raid?” She batted her eyelashes at him, which was wholly unnecessary.

“Um… sure.” Damian agreed easily, the twins had already let him use the Thunder Gym facilities for dance training, letting them use Fighting Gym facilities was quite literally the least he could do. “But why do you need to go to The Stacks? Don’t you already have access to The Power Plant?” Every gym had its own dungeon that they maintained, The Power Plant belonged to the Thunder Gym, while The Stacks belonged to the Fighting Gym.

Cathy harrumphed. “The Power Plant is filled with thunder and metal attuned monsters when it summons Pokegirls. We both have thunder affinity, we don’t need slaves who are thunder attuned.” It was a contentious statement, since of course there were many reasons to have a team with pocket monsters able to use the same kinds of magic. Damian was quite happy that both his slaves were poison attuned and could help out with his alchemy. But Annie and Cathy wanted to do film production, so perhaps they were looking for slaves that had really diverse magical abilities.

It seemed like it was a bit like how battle specialists wanted diverse groups of slaves with access to different magics. He wished that he had time to edit that thought into his English paper.

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On the way to English class, Damian almost physically ran into Lucinda as she stepped out of the bathroom. Both apologized, and Lucinda blushed with embarrassment. He really did like the way she looked when she was embarrassed, and he did want to bully her into looking like that more often. He filed her abashed expression into his spank bank, and moved on to class.

Turning in the papers happened at the beginning of class, and the teacher immediately started talking about the next book. “So the next book we’re reading is often credited as being the first romance novel, and it did a lot to define genre tropes. Those of you who are familiar with the genre will find that you’re able to predict a lot of what is going to happen.” She held up the book. “Remember that this novel was not written as a collection of clichés, but that it is simply so influential that copying its story beats is cliché. It was originally written in three parts, which is why the beginning, middle, and end almost seem like different books.”

Professor Ellen Baker continued in her broad Bostonian accent. “The point of view character Jane is a Pokegirl, although the story starts in her childhood when she was a human child. Stories with Pokegirls as the point of view are pretty common now, but this was the first book written that way and it was a huge scandal back then.” It was hard to imagine something like Sex Monster High or The Pokegirl Diaries creating much of a scandal being as they were shows that his sister’s friends watched, but of course the past was another country. “Much of the book revolves around moral questions that will seem odd to modern readers. The characters in this book have real faith in the Heart of the Cards, and at that time the Pharaoh of England did not recognize tribute summons, special summons, or XYZ summons. The collar-wife you topdecked was supposed to be yours until death. So while the solution of Mr. Rochester replacing Bertha’s marriage collar with a slave collar and then placing a marriage collar on Jane may seem obvious, it was very contentious at the time.”

Damian figured there must be a lot of hand wringing and dithering in the book, because the teacher felt that she needed to prepare them with a bunch of background information about nineteenth century marriage customs. It all sounded restrictive and insane to him.

It sounded insane to his classmates as well. “Surely they had too many Pokegirls for the number of trainers back then as well,” Lucinda began, pendik escort “why would they restrict whether and how a Pokegirl could submit to her trainer? Isn’t that just asking Pokegirls to go on feral rampages?” It was a really good question, and Damian didn’t feel like there was any way to make her embarrassed about it. Which was a shame, really, he checked her out on his Pokedex. She was an Emotion Goblin Witch, with affinities for psychic and fairy magic. He wanted to grab her green hair and make her watch herself blush in a mirror, but he couldn’t make it a battle. Fairy magic was too effective against him.

Their teacher laughed. “That’s definitely true. Rampages by feral Pokegirls were much more common then. Even rampages by Pokegirls who had been enslaved were considered normal back then, as this very book will attest. That’s because back then many principles of taming Pokegirls that we teach in school were either secret information held by individuals or small groups, or just weren’t known at all. The last century has seen a lot of research into how to properly tame, train, and dominate Pokegirls, and so a lot of the Pokegirl training from that period will feel barbaric to the modern reader.” She seemed lost in thought as she considered some of the barbaric training options from that period. “Anyway, the overarching theme is that at that time there were only a few socially accepted dynamics for an owner and their slaves. While they were dynamics that definitely worked well for some, they did not work especially well for many others. The characters in this story take so long to adjust the dynamics of Mr. Rochester’s harem simply because at that time it wasn’t socially acceptable to do so. It wasn’t even generally known that there might be good reasons to. While we would hope that a master today would just take a few days to sort out the collar order and sexual needs of Bertha, Grace, Blanche, and Jane; in Mr. Rochester’s time there were quite strict rules about what cards could be played.”

“When you read the book, you’re reading with a modern eye, but you’re reading a story that was told with a voice from the past. No one had a Pokedex back then, so many things that we take for granted as being codified and normal were penumbral and obscure. Our discussion on Tuesday will be about when Jane became a Pokegirl, and when Jane became Edward Rochester’s slave. Keep in mind that he does not actually put her into a Pokeball until chapter 38, but it will be clear to you that he could have put her into a Pokeball much earlier than that. And on Tuesday, there will be a class discussion about when that would have been in the story.”

Damian was already planning to argue for an earlier part of the story. The earlier he claimed Jane had been dominated, the less of the book he’d have to read before Tuesday. And with his battle at the Psychic Gym on Saturday, and his promise to take Annie and Cathy to The Stacks on Sunday, he wasn’t sure that he was going to have a lot of time for reading on the weekend.

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“Mmmm! I did it!” Beatrice beamed with pride. She also started glowing as she reached her evolutionary milestone. Damian felt guilty, because he’d been reading a book when Beatrice had actually completed her swords dance for the first time. It was like he’d missed a child’s first words or steps, but more specifically like his slave had finally achieved a task that she had been working on diligently for some time and he hadn’t been looking. Still, she was glowing and her class was changing from Girl to Warrior. He folded the corner of the page he was on and put the book down. Hinako had been watching, so at least there was someone who could praise her performance honestly.

When the glow had died down, he was able to see his slave in her new form. Her face was seemingly unchanged, which he believed meant that he already found her sufficiently beautiful even with her strange bug eyes. Her stockings seemed to still fit. Likewise for her striped booty shorts. Her corset hadn’t exploded, which Damian was ambivalent about. Her sport bra barely contained her massive knockers, but that didn’t seem like much of a change – if it was a change at all. She was wearing wraps around her arms in lieu of sleeves, and after her transformation she still was. Her wings and antennae were unchanged, and nothing had disturbed her blond and black hair from the bob he had recently gotten her from the Haircut Brothers. The only obvious difference was her stingers. They looked like they were now made out of steel.

“That’s amazing! Beatrice, I’m so proud of you!” His excitement was unfeigned. “It looks like your stingers changed. What are they like now?”

She looked at her arms, then she turned around to look over her shoulder at her butt stinger. She shook her butt to see how her new stinger waved around, and Damian found it enticing. And then she made the discovery. SNAKT! The stinger slid inside her body. SNIKT! The stinger extended back out. “Master! I can retract my stingers! Mmmmmm. Now you can take me without gentleness or care. Mmmmmmm.” SNAKT! Her stinger disappeared into her body, leaving her booty shorts as the only remaining protection of her booty. She twerked at her master, to remind him of her new vulnerability. He didn’t need to be reminded twice.

Author’s note: this chapter is a bit heavier on the plot and action, but rest assured there’s plenty of debauchery towards the end.

The ashen stench of Thandor’s latest crime washed over Caderyn and the army’s vanguard. Hardened soldiers retched while others fought off angry tears. Some prayed to the saints to protect the souls of the fallen, while a few southern knights dared to pray to hungry northern gods, beseeching them to devour the souls of those responsible for the carnage. Most of the men, however, marched right on past the scene of slaughter, which was but one more drop of blood in the great deluge unleashed by Thandor.

The ruined town still simmered. The blackened, skeletal frame of a small shrine collapsed, smothering the ashen corpses that had burned within. Smoke drifted from sizzling bodies piled high in the market square. Due to the state of the corpses and the extent of the smoke, it was hard to guess the identities of the dead. The fact that nothing moved within the butchered town hinted that not even the young had been spared.

Pelagia and a few of Baron Florian’s men emerged from a stone structure which had survived mostly unscathed. Leaning on the redheaded knight’s shoulder was a young woman with soot on her face and ash in her wild blonde hair. Blood stained her threadbare, ashen dress.

Bloodshot eyes wide with shock, the woman looked too broken and traumatized to weep. Nonetheless she made it to the edge of the ravaged town with Pelagia’s help. Ketrik rushed over to check her wounds.

After commanding Baron Florian to oversee the march, Caderyn dismounted. His nose wrinkled at the horrific stench of burned corpses. Caderyn himself had been responsible for much bloodshed, to include the sacrifice of prisoners to fuel Ketrik’s ritual. But that dark rite had served the greater purpose of cursing Thandor’s army so Caderyn’s men could save the keep of Stonecurrent. What purpose did this fiery carnage serve?

He reached Ketrik’s side as he wrapped bandages over the deep burns on the woman’s hand.

“I am terribly sorry for what you have endured,” Caderyn said softly, crouching down before the shivering woman. “What happened here?”

“A reward for our charity,” she rasped, her voice so low he could barely hear it over the thudding of boots upon the road. “After the big battle at the river, some of the survivors sought shelter in our town. Some of them had that strange flux that wouldn’t go away. Most could barely walk. They jabbered and chattered like madmen.”

Caderyn’s skin crawled, for the unleashing of that curse had been his decision. Did he regret it? No. Doing so had saved thousands of lives and won him a great victory. Would he ever be able to live with the burden? That remained to be seen.

“When the rest of the army came through, requisitioning supplies and men, they wanted to take the sick survivors with them. Baron Gaspard said Duke Thandor needed every soldier he could, and that the sick would recover quickly. We offered to keep the men in our care until they were ready to fight. Gaspard held firm.”

She looked over her shoulder.

“I don’t know what happened then. Someone started yelling. Somebody threw something. Perhaps an apple. Perhaps a rock. I saw a man draw his sword. Then it was blood and fire. They took all the food and wine and anyone who could fight. Burned the rest.”

Scouting parties had reported a few similar scenes left behind in the retreating army’s wake. Rather than grant valuable farmland and food to their enemies, Thandor’s troops were scorching the earth behind them. The horrific scourge would deny Caderyn’s troops valuable supplies and make future battles and sieges more difficult. Caderyn’s army would have to rely on longer supply lines back to Fellhaven, which would be vulnerable to raiders.

“Unleashing all this chaos has to be slowing them down,” Pelagia growled, her face as grim as it had been when she’d confronted him over the curse he’d unleashed. “We should catch them soon.”

“Agreed,” Caderyn said, before turning his attention to the wounded young woman. “Ketrik here will leave you with some supplies. You are welcome, of course, to make your way to Stonecurrent for safety until the fighting is over. Your people have nothing to fear from my men.”

He’d given strict orders which forbade raiding or harassing the civilian population. Melisent, after all, would one day rule over Jadewall, and he could not afford to arouse the ire of the villagers and townsfolk. Moreover, he would likely need their assistance against Thandor. He’d dispatched several prisoners as emissaries, particularly to the shrine of Saint Acwald, hoping to turn the holy orders to his side so they could inspire a peasant uprising. The faster the people turned on their duke, the faster he could end this without greater bloodshed.

While Ketrik looked after the woman, Pelagia fell in at Caderyn’s side as they returned to their horses. In silence they mounted up and rejoined the vanguard.

“Do you understand güngören escort why I asked Ketrik to undertake that ritual?” he asked, not taking his eyes from the road. “This is what we are up against. A duke who threatened to kill his own daughter. A duke who engineered my father’s murder. A duke who burns his own people alive. I thus require every advantage against such a man.”

“And would you have done what he did?” she asked, turning her dark eyes back towards the smoldering village. “Would you have burned your own people alive during a frantic retreat?”

“The supplies and farms? As a last resort, yes. The people? No.”

And yet the question gnawed at him, just as the crows had gnawed upon the corpses back at the great battlefield. If the war had been that desperate, if he’d lost the battle at Stonecurrent and had been forced to retreat, would he have inflicted such harshness on his own people?

No. Of course not. He was ambitious, yes, but monstrous? No. He’d kill soldiers, even unarmed ones, but he’d never harm his own subjects in such a fashion.

Solveig’s mantra rippled through the air around him.

“One path of many…”

Other choices could have led him down that dark path. To his horror, he realized perhaps he could have given such an order had the circumstances been dire enough. He gritted his teeth and spurred his horse on ahead, eager to reach the vanguard and leave the stench of death far behind him.

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The army’s route took them past a few other ransacked towns and villages. Even those that had complied with Thandor’s demands for supplies and conscripts had been stripped bare. Rather than waste time occupying the destitute settlements, Caderyn had instead sent emissaries with proclamations of Melisent’s claim and his intent to dethrone Thandor, promising safety for all those who did not interfere with his army’s advance.

Deep down he still hoped some of the locals might even rise up to support his invasion and Melisent’s birthright. To that end, Caderyn led a small force that broke away from his army and made for the monastery of Saint Acwald.

Nearly a year before, he’d stopped there early on during his pilgrimage. The visit felt like an event from another lifetime, an echo of a half-forgotten dream, or a fragment of a story someone else had told him. So much had happened since his last visit that he did not even recognize the sacred farmland and the sprawling stone compound nestled amidst the holy pastures.

All the wheat had been ripped from the sacred fields. It remained to be seen whether that was the work of desperate monks hoarding food, or Jadewall’s greedy soldiers. Thankfully the monastery itself was still intact, with no signs of violence.

To avoid frightening the monks, Caderyn rode forth only with Gwion and a dozen knights, holding up a flag of truce. Wide-eyed monks peered at him over the top of the compound’s low stone walls.

“Sir Caderyn?” a voice called. “Or…Duke Caderyn now, I suppose.”

Caderyn did not recognize the voice but nonetheless nodded.

“Aye. I am here to speak to Father…” Caderyn frowned, taking a few moments to sift through his memories for the correct name. “Medwin. Father Medwin.”

The wrinkled, shriveled old priest popped his head up over the top of the low wall, his brow furrowing at the sight of Caderyn’s large escort.

“We have no supplies to give, my lord.”

“I am not here for supplies. I am here for…guidance.”

Medwin vanished from view. Over the stone wall, Caderyn could make out a few murmurs as the priests debated amongst themselves on what to do. The older priest gave a brusque shout, silencing the dissent. As he waited, Caderyn stared at the wooden gate. During his first visit he had marveled at the intricate etchings of plants and fish upon the wood, each of which had been rendered with lifelike detail. Now he could only stare numbly, the stunning artwork now as meaningless as the dull, gray sky.

The gate creaked open and Father Medwin limped out, flanked by three other blue-robed priests. With the gate now open, Caderyn could see that the interior of the courtyard was bereft of the wheat bales he’d expected to see. It seemed Medwin and his flock had not in fact conducted an early harvest to hoard the food for themselves.

Caderyn dismounted and approached the priest.

“Duke Caderyn,” Medwin said with a shallow bow, not quite stooping as low as Caderyn’s own vassals would.

Due to the fact that Medwin was a holy man, Caderyn took no offense. He had far greater things to care about than decorum.

“Last week I dispatched messengers: loyal followers of Saint Acwald who had been taken captive during my battle with Jehan’s army. Did any of them reach you?”

Medwin’s eyes widened. One of the priests behind him let out a low growl.

“I told you it was no ruse, Father Medwin,” the younger priest hissed.

“Ruse?” Caderyn asked, brow furrowing.

The wrinkled priest grasped merter escort his holy amulet and murmured a prayer.

“Yes, we received your emissaries, led by a man named Saebert. He claimed to speak for you, stating you would rescind the confiscations of our holy grain if we voiced our support for your invasion. We…” He closed his eyes and gripped the amulet again. “We thought it was a trick. A ploy by Duke Thandor to test our loyalty.”

Caderyn bit back a curse, but he did understand why Medwin had interpreted it that way. As an infamous and ambitious schemer, Thandor certainly could have enacted such a ploy to test the loyalty of his subjects. Perhaps Caderyn should have chosen his emissaries more carefully.

“And what befell the emissaries?”

“We…we told them we would think it over, and I sent one of the junior monks to the nearest garrison to inform them of the visit. A patrol of men-at-arms soon arrived and took Saebert and the emissaries into custody.”

No doubt Saebert and the others were already dead or suffering horrors at the hands of Thandor’s torturers. They’d lay bare Caderyn’s efforts to sway the holy orders to his side, but thankfully Caderyn had not revealed much else of import to the men.

Clenching his fists, Caderyn took a deep breath. A part of him wanted to rage at the doddering old priest for being such a fool and betraying men who had been his guests. His flaring mind danced through his options, assessing each path, choosing his words carefully.

He thought of Melisent and wondered what she might have done. Even as his heart ached due to her absence, he thought of her calm, measured responses to his bouts of rage back at the estate in Tsannor when he’d learned of Everard’s escape. His knuckles rippled with the echoes of the kisses she’d placed upon him. Warmth flooded his body as the memories assuaged his rage.

If Caderyn was to succeed, he’d need Father Medwin’s support despite his failings. Fury and wroth would not win the loyalty of the holy orders. Warmth, kindness, and understanding would need to be his tools instead.

“The fault lies with me, your holiness,” Caderyn said. “I should have been more circumspect when choosing my emissaries or should have found a way to convey the truth of their claims. I acted in haste and desperation. You acted reasonably: to protect yourself, your shrine, and your holy brothers. I bear you no ill will…and my offer still stands.”

Caderyn looked past Medwin into the nearly-empty courtyard and then across the freshly-harvested fields.

“Judging by the state of your shrine and holy fields, I suspect Thandor already confiscated your remaining crops.” He spread his hands. “But it need not be this way. Voice your support for my cause and for the birthright of Lady Melisent, and I will swear to end these confiscations. Every strand of wheat produced by your shrine will go to the needy. Not to my armies. Not to fill my coffers.”

Medwin chewed his chapped lower lip.

“My lord, that is indeed a noble and tempting offer. But if we throw our support behind you and you lose…Thandor’s wrath will rival that of a northern reaver. He will scourge our holy fields, tear down our shrine, and reduce the sanctity of this place to a bitter, broken memory.”

“And if you do not support me and he wins, what will happen?” Caderyn asked, knowing the priest was still correct about the consequences. “You will struggle to replant the harvest. When it grows anew, it will not feed the needy and the desperate. It will feed his armies or be sold off. He will not allow a single bushel to go to the downtrodden or the hungry, because he’ll need it all to rebuild his strength. The great and worthy efforts of your shrine will turn to ash.”

Caderyn took a step forward. One of the priests shirked back but Medwin stood his ground.

“And dwell upon this, your holiness…when I learned that you handed over my emissaries to Thandor’s torturers, what did I do? I did not send in my men to enact bloody vengeance. I took responsibility for my mistakes and reiterated my offer. How do you think Thandor would have reacted in my stead?”

“My lord…” Medwin’s lips trembled and he looked between his empty field and Caderyn’s knightly escort. “I…I would be alone. Even if I agreed, I only speak for one shrine of one holy order. There are dozens more out there who would be at risk. Thandor might cast his wroth upon any or all of them.”

Caderyn’s mind stumbled forth on the paths ahead of him. Desperate recklessness sent a flurry of words from his mouth.

“Then I will endall the confiscations and ducal taxes from the holy orders. Not just for your shrine here in Jadewall.All of them. No duke or baron shall take a single strand of wheat or a single coin from a shrine ever again. Once Thandor falls, I will seize the Imperial throne, and my first decree shall be the immediate ban on the taxation of the holy orders.”

He regretted the offer the very instant the words left zeytinburnu escort his mouth. While not all of the duchies had taxed the local shrines as severely as Thandor, many still derived revenues from such lands. Such a sweeping edict would anger many dukes and barons, even if it won him support from the holy orders. He’d win new allies but create new enemies.

And yet a joyous smile spread across the old priest’s face.

“My lord…not even the most pious Emperors of old ever undertook such a thing. This is beyond generous.”

Beyond generous. And beyond foolish.

Caderyn knew he should have retracted the offer then and there, or at least backstepped in order to find a more suitable compromise. But he needed Medwin’s help. The holy orders within Jadewall could inspire peasants or lesser nobles to rise up against Thandor. Just as importantly, aligning himself so closely with the holy orders could help destroy any rumors ignited by the secret ritual Ketrik had undertaken near Stonecurrent.

“This offer is not given lightly,” Caderyn said, though of course it had been given hastily and recklessly. “I will need the full support of the holy orders here in Jadewall and across the Empire. Not just against Thandor. But against others who might stand in the way of unity.”

“I understand, my lord,” Medwin said.

“And…” Caderyn tapped his sword-hilt as he pondered his words, trying to find other concessions in exchange for the wild offer he’d just made. “And I think the realm should know of the divine judgment that was visited upon Thandor’s army.”

Medwin cocked his head.

“You speak of the strange flux that broke out in his siege camps?”

“Yes.”

“We’ve heard grim reports, my lord, but outbreaks of disease are not unprecedented under such conditions.”

“As you said, the flux was ‘strange,’ driving men half-mad. Surely you can see the hand of the divine in such an affliction. A divinely-ordained punishment, delivered upon Thandor’s army for his crimes against his people and the saints.”

Medwin brushed his fingers over his sacred amulet.

“Yes. I…I will pray on the matter. Perhaps Saint Acwald will reveal glimpses of his reasoning for delivering such a scourge. And we shall stand with you, my duke, as long as you stand with us.”

“Good,” Caderyn said with a nod. “Send word out to the other holy orders and shrines at once. I want every town and village informed as well. I’ll leave a few of my men here to serve as escorts for the messengers and to protect the shrine until the war is won.”

“Of course, my duke. But…before you go, would you like to pray at my side as you did during your pilgrimage? Merely a short little ceremony to ask for Saint Acwald’s blessings before you go on your way.”

A slight delay wouldn’t hurt; it would also allow his men and horses to rest a while longer. With a nod, he followed Medwin into the central chapel. The holy words, however, tasted like ash in his mouth.

Faith was but another weapon; no divine grace would ease the scars adorning his soul.

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Stunned silence loomed within the command tent as he relayed to his advisers and barons the bargain he’d reached with Father Medwin. Florian’s jaw dropped, while Rathgar swirled about the mead in his cup.

“Risky,” Rathgar finally said. “But perhaps wise. I know there are whispers about you relying so heavily on Kovgaardian mercenaries. Many don’t like the presence of such warriors and our strange faith. Aligning yourself so closely with the holy orders will help assuage those concerns.”

“My lord,” Florian said. “I do think you should have consulted with your mother and the other barons before making that offer. While Fellhaven itself has never relied on taxing the holy orders, other duchies do. Asparra in particular.”

“Asparra has been no friend to the cause, other than acknowledging Lady Melisent’s heritage,” said another baron. “In fact, they’ve actively harmed our efforts by allowing mercenaries to travel through their lands and ports.”

“They have not been a friend, I agree, but they could become anenemy,” said Florian.

“This will win us the support of Wolfgate,” Pelagia butted in. “That duchy is so pious that it is practically a holy order itself. If you win the support of the holy orders, Duchess Chera will no doubt betray Thandor.”

Due to the reckless haste with which he’d made that offer, Caderyn had not even considered that particular opportunity. To his chagrin, Wolfgate had honored its alliance with Thandor thus far, holding its border against Caderyn’s subjects in Ravenmark. Reports had been sporadic from that far-off front, but the fighting still raged, with neither side managing a breakthrough. If Wolfgate turned or wavered, however, then the conflict would shift in his favor. His brother-in-law Tancred could lead the armies of Utresk and Ravenmark through Wolfgate, uniting with Chera’s forces, and then together they could smash into Jadewall from the west.

He gave a grateful nod at Pelagia for her support.

“Agreements can shift. Terms can be adjusted. There was no formal writ or proclamation, but I shall keep to my word as best I can,” Caderyn said. “For now, however, let us focus on the immediate future.” He raised an eyebrow at Rathgar. “What do the scouts report?”

Hi there folks!

This is the first part of Volume 2 of The Eros Plague Epoch, which is listed here under my other works as a completed series. If you’ve read it, enjoy, and thanks for coming back! If you haven’t… well, you’ll definitely enjoy this a lot more if you catch up first.

Life moved along with time, and we found our way in a new world, using remnants of the old to find a way to build our futures.

The island, which Bailey happily insisted was called Bald Rock for the huge boulder that made up the southern end, was becoming crowded, and we worked hard to make it safe, but when Joseph, Luis, and I would talk around our campfire at nights, Joe would often say that he’d like to move his family to the next island over, a high-set modest acre where we could build a footbridge to cover the gap of the narrow channel in between. I didn’t adore the idea, there was safety in numbers, and a lot of work in a second homestead, but space was getting tight and the extra land would be a huge help.

The first winter was brutal, The lake iced over completely and we’d seen packs of Redeyes trying the ice, even getting to the barricades and traps we’d set up on a few occasions. We’d been lucky, though, chasing them off as smaller groups than they arrived.

My first daughter, June, was born on a cold February morning after Danni went through a long labour, June screamed her tiny lungs out, raging at the cold. Danni was a champion through it, holding June tight to her breast and I became a father, holding them both. I told Danni I was proud of her and loved her, and thanked her for making me a dad.

Two months later as spring began, it was Allie’s turn, holding my hands as she pushed. Wendy and Danni worked on her, my second baby girl coughing a rusty cry as she entered the world. Little Sofiya joined the family, blinking and yowling at the brightness of the world as Allie, sweaty and exhausted, pulled me to her, Sofiya clutched in my arms, so she could look over our baby with her discerning hazel gaze.

Only three weeks later it was Wendy’s turn, and she and Luis welcomed Kassidy, a cutie and handful from the moment she escaped her mom. Little Kassidy was a pistol and a flirt, making me remember her aunt, my first love, clutching to her mom and making eyes at every boy she laid eyes on.

On top of the infants, I found myself with a small army of near-teenagers who needed to learn to survive, and a growing group of mouths to feed. Fishing and hunting skills had to be learned, but thankfully, both Bailey and Caleb took to it. Joseph too, his experience helping me improve his skills quickly, and his skills as a teacher doing wonders to keep the kids focused and practicing. Katy, it turned out, was hellishly good at fishing, and despite Allie hating it, a pretty decent shot. Isis, youngest of the four pre-Freddie kids was slowly starting to get the hang of fishing, but a ways out from handling a rifle. I assured Joseph she was doing pretty well.

We’d hustled hard to assemble enough supplies for that first winter, forging bonds in the group, Aria made herself a member, but Alanna never seemed to. Quinn, on the other hand, became the worlds greatest baby-sitter, hanging around with the older kids as Allie, Danni, and Wendy juggled infants, and Luis, Joseph, Aria, and I tried to keep up with the chores.

That first year, as we passed the anniversary of the plague and everything that happened to us all after in a blur, babies had showered upon us, except for Aria. “She says she’ll have one when my kids accept her,” Joseph complained over the fire one night, both Luis and I zombified new fathers who nodded along with him. “It’s that weird nettle tea she brews, I’m telling you, we fuck and fuck and nothing.”

“Shit, at least you’re getting laid. Wendy is scared of Irish twins, won’t let me near her,” Luis grumbled as I nodded along. My bed wasn’t cold, but both Allie and Danni had expressed similar fears, and both were getting grouchy, snapping at me and each other. It always was better after sex, but the longer we waited to avoid their ovulation, the worse it got.

The next night, trying to help Allie and Danni with our infant daughters while Bailey and Katy dawdled going to bed, I noticed Aria drinking tea. She left the mug in the sink and I sniffed it, all flowers, but something else beneath it.

“Cripes that smells weird,” I’d wrinkled my nose at it as I tickled June’s little belly.

“What does,” Danni asked, bouncing Soifya her hip while Allie hustling the older kids to bed. I accepted Sofiya from Danni, and June immediately started playing monkey faces with her half-sister as she sniffed at the tea. I saw something dawn in her eyes, she glanced at me, putting the mug down quickly. “Gross,” she mumbled, zipping away.

That night I’d found my wives whispering excitedly in our bedroom, and then with Wendy while the kids played in the snow the next morning and they did their yoga routines, and then Aria that afternoon when they shooed me esenler escort and the other men and kids out to work on shooting and building things.

That’d been the moment Aria really got into their group, when she told them what was in the tea. They’d all drink a mug a day for a couple of weeks every month. Days later, well taken care of and happier for it, Luis and I told Joe to be thankful for the tea and to never say a goddamn word about it to the girls.

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The babies were all past their first birthdays soon enough, and we had survived another winter and spring thaw. Danni set to work getting gardens planted, confident we wouldn’t have another frost despite all of our fears for our limited supply of seeds. Luis had developed a solid greenhouse system, she’d assured me, and he and I busily set it up to protect the newly planted seeds as fast as we could.

The second winter was easier; We knew what to expect, what to store, what to prepare and how to preserve it, and luckily, it wasn’t quite as cold.

Redeye’s struggled to get far on the ice, and Joe and I spent more time fishing their half-frozen corpses out of the lake than fending them off after they moved across bad ice. The whole winter, only a handful made it to the island, rapidly getting trapped in the fencing and barricades we’d set up. It was a simple protection, but when those little bells rang, we knew what we were up against.

Danni had shown us how to preserve entire harvests that summer and fall. We ended up having more than we expected, and happily said goodbye to canned food. Luis built a small smokehouse for us too, ensuring we had ample stores of birds, fish, and a couple of deer we’d bagged to tide us over when winter game got scarce. Bailey was particularly proud of the deer, showing his family eye for shooting when he bagged one on a run through trees.

One day, I noticed that Danni and Allie weren’t partaking in tea time, sipping at normal tea along with Quinn, who’d been invited into the group as she blossomed into womanhood. The little paper tags hanging from their mugs, while Aria and Wendy made a face with each sip of their nettle tea. Not wanting to tip my hand, I hustled the boys and Katy outside to work on their survival skills while Joe and Luis headed off to do some fishing.

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That night, I lay in bed between my beautiful wives, something they mocked me for calling them, enjoying complaining that I’d never put a ring on their fingers, only to call each other ‘wife’, often laden with lust or excitement.

Allie had fallen asleep after a hard day with Sofiya, but Danni kissed my neck as I tried to read by the small solar reading lamp above the bed. “Frodo and Sam might never get to Mount Doom if you keep that up,” I told her in a quietly as she squeezed my cock through my pyjamas. Danni responded by rubbing her barely contained nightgown-clad bosom against my bare chest.

Smiling, her wide jaw and pointed chin twisting to an O to mock my admonishment while her dark bedroom eyes locked onto me filled with lust. “You’ve read that a hundred times, you know what happens,” she insisted, pushing her impressive rack across my arm and onto my chest. Looking to her breasts, she gently unhooked the strap of her cotton nightgown, pulling it down her arm. “Babe,” she pushed her full breasts toward me, “I am SO horny. I need you to suck my tits and fill me up with that big hog. If you don’t, I’ll burst.”

“What’s gotten into you,” I asked, already knowing goddam well, the faint scent of mango filling my nostrils as she warmed up for me.

“It’s what’s not in me yet, baby,” she rasped, full lips pursing tickling the skin of my chest as my cock thickened and rose for her.

I put the book on the shelf in the headboard and lowered my mouth to Danni’s nipple, a tiny bead of milk seeping out as I sucked. I didn’t especially adore the taste, but she loved me doing it. She’d finally stopped producing milk for June, an absolute milk monster, and loved me to suck her tits. Danni sighed contentedly as I pulled her nightgown up her hips and worked her thick brown nipples with my lips and teeth, squeezing the heavy breasts they topped, kneading the soft flesh to her great delight.

I caressed Danni’s body as I slipped my hands to her perfect, wide, hips, savouring her sensuous movements as she pressed herself into my warm hands, opening her legs slightly to reveal the small, short, arrowhead bush beneath. I tickled her belly, softly curved and exquisitely womanly as she giggled at my fingers and flexed the tight abdominal muscles below. Both Danni and Allie had gotten their figures back quickly, Wendy too, maybe another side effect of Freddie? Definitely our lives.

We all were active at the business of survival, with little time to be sedentary. Danni cooed and opened her legs for me as I rolled her onto her back and slid between her legs. She took my weight with ease bayrampaşa escort as I pressed my chest to her belly, licking up her ribs across her heavy mounds, licking her neck and finally pressing my lips to hers in a deep French kiss. My weighty cock slid eagerly along her gap, quickly finding the sticky hot entrance to her. “Give me that big daddy dick, Calvin, give me another baby.”

I lived for ovulation week. My women were perpetually horny, but ovulation week was heaven as their bodies fired up their need. I’d have each of them daily, sometimes a couple of times, but for that magical week every month, I could do no wrong and if I had wood it was wet with both of them. Mounting Danni to a grateful groan, I sank into her, my double-thick cock pushing all nine inches into her soaking sex. Her pussy grabbed me like a hand, as always, she was easy to enter, but held me fast and firm with her love muscles.

“Mmm! Yesss,” she hissed as I bottomed out in her, “deep and slow,” she wrapped her legs around me, calves crossing over my ass as I began our rhythm. Pulling me tightly to her, stroking my hair as I made slow, languid, love to her, still sucking and mauling her big tits as I pressed my hips into hers, jiggling her double-ds, Danni breathed into my ear, letting her lips caress the soft skin.

I’d already had Danni today, I’d been helping her in the greenhouse and she’d casually announced that the straps on her coveralls had popped off as she bent over a raised bed of snow peas. Drawn in by the curve of her ass with a firm slap, I’d held her at the shoulders to take her roughly as Danni pretended she was making an effort to stifle her moans.

“Take me slow, let me feel it alllll,” Danni whispered while I ground deep inside of her wetness. Danni kissed my ear, licking my neck before holding my gaze tightly for a few moments, locking me into a deep open-mouth kiss as she sighed into me. This was her move for intense intimacy, her breeding fantasy, holding my face with both hands, keeping my focus completely on her as she wrapped my entire body in hers, blazing pussy rippling around my cock as her legs held me firmly to her hips. She keened quietly as our breath flowed back and forth between each other.

Holding me so tight that we could only rock back and forth into each other, silently, simply, lost in the closeness as I slowly stirred her trembling womanhood to her climax, my balls began to boil over with the lightning tingle of my own orgasm climbing down my shaft. “Show it to me, Danni, show it to me,” I insisted as her eyes became foggy and a twitching frown set across her brow, jaw set rigid as she built to her release, gushing wet as my cockhead worked over her a-spot and cervix.

Gasping, her body tightened, Danni’s legs clamped around me and her breaths shortened, begging through gritted teeth, “put our boy in me,” hands slid to my ass, locked under her ankles as she pulled me in deep, refusing to let me pull back. Her eyes wide, glassy and unfocused as her hips shook, arching her back, mashing her glorious breasts to my chest and clamped down with a tight spasm along the length of my cock “uh… ahhhhhh,” Danni moaned and went rigid, milkeing me with her rippling walls.

“Give… ohhh…. now, give it to me,” she quaked as her hips bucked and her pussy consumed my cock wetly. Danni’s wet mouth trailed saliva after me as I broke our kiss pushing up on my elbows to slam her into the bed from my hips. “Caaaaaal-uhhh caaaaal-ahh,” she called out as her voice faded to a moan, big tits bouncing with each wave of pleasure, legs slipping to the small of my back,, “oh Cal” escaping her lips.

Holding me in her deepest point, Danni’s pussy clamped behind the ridge of my cock as her hips worked, demanding my seed as I pounded us into the mattress, filling her with a loud groan of lust and an explosion of searing cum as we slammed the headboard into the wall.

Crying out gleefully, Danni arched her back to press our bellies together as she accepted my load, forcing me up on extended arms as she lifted her hips to writhe against me, grinding her cervix into my eruption, “do it baby, put it right where I want it, knock me up,” she chattered as what felt like a steady stream flowed from me into her with yet another piece of my soul.

Out of breath and seeing stars, we stayed entwined as I collapsed onto her, Danni’s body holding me too tightly to pull out. “Love you,” Danni whispered into my ear, “you know I love you?” I kissed her hard, slow.

“I love you too, Dee,” she smiled at that, pulling me tightly to her, holding me inside of her, “I love every moment with you,” she squeezed, letting me feel every twitch of her body. As I began to slip out of her, she stayed on her back, closing her legs tightly and stroked my cock with one hand to help me harden and collect the dripping excess of our sex.

Danni glanced to her right and grinned, open mouthed and flicked her tongue against her teeth, “now Allie,” licking arnavutköy escort our mixed fluids from her hand.

I turned to see Allie had woken, smiling at me, lying flat on her belly, a hand underneath to strum her pussy, the other pulling up her nightgown to expose her beautiful backside, just a tiny bit bigger since Sofiya. Her pussy exposed, I began to smell her signature strawberry scent wafting off of her. “You woke me and made me jealous, moya lyubova,” she complained as I straddled her legs and spanked her lightly, spreading her cheeks, digging my fingers into the meaty flesh to see her slit glistening as my hardening cock slipped along it. “Mmmm… take me, barbarian.”

I loved when Allie did this, she knew it, and I felt a surge of hungry lust as she encouraged me with a high-pitched moan as I drove halfway into her slick cock sleeve with a long push, “ooohh oh you beast! Ohhh you’re so rough…” I pushed deeper, enjoying the soft moan she made into the pillow as I invaded her. Somehow, Allie had gotten tighter since Sofiya was born, and I worked her slow, revelling as her body eased open under my pressure, stretching over my helmet and wrapping me in her building arousal.

“Ahh, Allie, oh baby,” I murmured to her, “you two are succubi,” I groaned to my wives as I worked my way into Allie’s love tunnel smoothly, my shaft still coated in a thick layer of Danni’s fluids. I pulled back, then plunged forward until my hips met her bouncy bottom. Allie moaned low in her chest as I took her body, settling deep inside her channel. The moan a told that she needed a deep, breeding fuck. I picked up my pace and set her cheeks to jiggling under my attack.

This morning, I’d walked into the bedroom to change after doing chores to find Allie folding laundry wearing only her short terrycloth robe. I’d made a growl of my own at her creamy bottom and her long runner’s legs as she’d set the basket down. I sat on the loveseat in the corner, and she came to me, kneeling between my knees, smiling and oohing as she unzipped my pants. She’d bent to worship my cock obediently, eagerly, my hand at the back of her neck as she bobbed and sucked. I’d pulled her into my lap and speared her on my prick, pulling her back to my chest so I could play with her perfect C tits while she rode me.

“O, eto khorosho. Zakopay v menya svoy chlen, varvar,” she goaded me in breathless Russian as I fucked her, “ahn! Ah,” I savoured Allie’s body as I pumped and she made high-pitched yelp with each plunging hit to her g-spot. “Ahuh, uh uhhh, oh Calvin!” Allie moaned her pleasure at the deep strokes and pushed her ass up at me to give me the best angle to rail her.

Next to us, Danni, playing with her cummy quim, reached out to Allie who took her hand quickly, something they often did now, and I’d noticed lead to enjoyable things, including finding them preparing each other for me often as not.

Allie had become increasingly horny and submissive recently, putting herself in positions where I couldn’t resist taking her. She’d call me to the bedroom to steady her on the footstool in the closet only to slip and be pressed to the wall and moan while I rutted in her, or ask me to tell her which panties I liked best, waving her delicious ass at me as she changed, acting surprised when she ended up on her back. Beneath me, she was pulling herself toward Danni, and I let up, my cock sliding from her wetly as she crawled between Danni’s legs.

Allie lowered her mouth to Danni’s pussy, both women sighing with erotic contentment while I hunched over Allie, retaking her in a stroke, and nipped at her neck with a growl. She moaned into Danni, who wailed another orgasm as I worked Allie into her. “Ohhhh oh Allie, Cal, oh my god…”

Allie was gasping, drowning in my cum flowing from Danni’s pussy, a flush beginning to build across her body. I wanted her to cum hard, the Russian pussy I so loved would clamp down on me and pull along my shaft from the bottom to the top in long strokes. I wanted her to explode.

A glance at Danni was all it took, and she knew what to do as I rolled to my back, taking Allie with me exposed spread eagle to Danni, who dove in. Her tongue lathed up and down my pumping shaft, flickering and sucking at the protruding clit that capped Allie’s entry. Allie began to cry out as I kneaded her breasts and rasped, “the same night. I’m going to make you both pregnant in the same night.”

I loved this. One wife servicing the other as I fucked them. I mauled Allie’s tits and pumped as she exploded like a bomb, wailing as Danni’s talented tongue made her squirt, the shocking tightness on my cock as she climaxed and the tongue flickering on me pushed me off the cliff and I growled into her ear and I filled Allie to overflowing.

It wasn’t long until we lay in a mess of arms and legs, relishing an afterglow that would soon enough give way to another round. I looked from side to side to take in my wives. God, they were gorgeous. Danni was thirty-one now, an hourglass farm girl, her red-olive skin glowing against her black hair and strikingly beautiful native features. Big double-d’s that still had plenty of bounce and thick brown nipples sat high on her wide chest, an inviting, softly curved belly that gave way to wide, womanly hips and long shapely legs. A Canadian Venus.

“I have lied to you, Cove. The women I previously possessed are all dead now.”

Cove felt like the world was falling away from him, and he grabbed the balcony’s railing. “Wh–what?”

“I…I am sorry, my champ–Cove. When the orb is used after it drains an enemy of their magic, it allows a copy of my consciousness to enter another mind, but it overwhelms, replacing them entirely. I have to use the knife to end their existence, returning that copy of myself, memories and all, back to my lava pool.”

Cove’s mind was whirling. “So that maiden, the mermaid, and Mistralle…”

“Who?”

“I met her on my last visit to your world…oh, but you were here, so a different ‘copy’ of you took her over. My head hurts…”

“I cannot live like this, Cove.”

He looked up. Ignis was climbing over the railing! “NO!” He grabbed her arm, pulling her back before she plunged to the ground.

“Unhand me!”

“No! We have to talk about this,” Cove responded. “We’ll figure this out, without killing Julie.”

“Hey! What’s going on over there?!”

Both of them turned to see a man two balconies over, phone in hand, ready to video them or call 911.

“Sorry! We’ll be quieter!” Cove called back. “Please, Ignis, just come back inside…”

Ignis lowered her eyes and nodded, allowing herself to be pulled back into the apartment. They sat back down on the couch.

Cove took a breath. “You said Julie was sleeping…that was a lie?”

Ignis nodded. “Her mind was destroyed and replaced with mine the moment she touched the orb.”

He put his head in his hands. “Fuck.”

“Cove?”

He looked up. Julie — no, Ignis — was still shivering.

“I feel so strange. Will you please hold me?” she asked him plaintively.

He looked at Julie’s beautiful face, at the blonde’s sexy body, and opened his arms. At least she won’t be hurling herself off the balcony if I’m holding her, he told himself.

After a bit, they both fell asleep.

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Cove opened his eyes to the sultry interior of Ignis’ chamber once more.

After a moment, her torso once again rose from the lava. “You return so quickly…excellent.” She gestured to the knife and marble at the edge of the lava bowl.

Cove made no move toward the obsidian objects. “I need you to tell me more about these people you’ve asked me to kill, Ignis.”

“They manipulate the energies of this world to further their own sick fantasies…their desire fuels their murderous intent. Is that not enough?” She tilted her head to regard him. “What has happened?”

He paused, startled. “What do you mean?”

“You seem different.”

He thought quickly. “I’ve ended lives for you…that would change anyone.”

She nodded, seemingly thoughtful. “I have been unsympathetic to your situation. Just know that the services you perform on my behalf save lives, Cove. The rewards for your actions have been pleasurable, have they not? I had not expected to enjoy them as much as I have, but it has been a delightful surprise.” Her fingers caressed her hips and moved up to her rocky breasts.

Cove etiler escort knew that to confront Ignis about destroying the minds she had possessed would probably not end well. “I’ll do it without reward. I’m…not feeling good about having you take over innocent women’s bodies, even if we both enjoy it.”

“If that is what you wish, Cove. The orb will continue to function as it has, so you simply need to keep someone else from touching it once it has absorbed an enemy’s power. You can touch the knife to the orb afterward to discharge the energy from it.”

He took the knife and marble, slipping them into his belt and pocket, respectively. “Okay…where am I off to?”

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“What…the…fuck?” Cove murmured. He had followed a trail leading from Ignis’ mountain to a large gray stone building that was decidedly not medieval. In fact, the big red tapestries draped down on each side of the large entrance were modern, comparatively speaking, given that the 1930’s were almost 100 years ago. The black swastika in the white circle on the tapestries made absolutely no sense. How could these be here, on another world?

He heard someone’s raised voice echoing out from the building and headed inside, though he couldn’t make out any specific words yet. The large interior was like a courtyard, filled with people, and, somehow, electric lights lined the walls. No, Cove realized as he looked closer, they were more of those glowing crystals, made up to look like modern fixtures. He looked around at the gathered throng, all attention focused on the speaker at the far end, standing at a dais erected on a stage.

“What the fuck?!” he muttered again. He had only seen him in black and white, and of course portrayed in color in all those World War II movies, but that was Adolf fucking Hitler!

The man was in his brown uniform, his greasy dark hair slicked to his head and that stupid tootbrush mustach on his upper lip. He was gesticulating wildly, no doubt pontificating about the evils of all people that were not his own.

“Well, it couldn’t be more obvious who the asshole is this time,” Cove told himself, and he headed along the wall to get closer. There were several other Nazis up there on the stage with Hitler, as well as a brown-haired woman who he guessed was Eva Braun, Adolf’s younger girlfriend. Cove paused, listening…it didn’t sound like Hitler was yelling in German; it was some other language that Cove couldn’t place. “So weird…”

With those Nazis up there, Cove knew that he’d probably be shot before he got within throwing distance for the marble. He wondered if those sidearms would actually work in this world of magic, but perhaps like the fake electric lights, they’d be magically effective anyway. Typically, the marble would get rid of the threat, so Cove’s top priority was getting it to touch the evil leader.

He glanced over at a young man in the crowd about his age, and hanging out of his back pocket was exactly what Cove needed.

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Hitler looked out over his people, pausing as his eyes caught a strange taksim escort sight: a young man wearing a large red undershirt with some sort of colorful design on it. That seemed very out of place, and so he called out to his followers to grab the interloper and bring him forward.

As this was done, the Nazi leader got down from his dais and moved to the edge of the stage to get a better look at the restrained intruder.

“Hey, Adolf! Blitzkrieg, motherfucker!”

Hitler looked to the side, at another young man aiming a slingshot at him.

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Cove was glad that he had wordlessly convinced the other young man to change shirts with him in exchange for the slingshot when the crowd then grabbed the wrong kid. The poor guy had been overjoyed to wear Cove’s colorful Flash t-shirt with its yellow-on-red lightning bolt design. Cove pulled the slingshot taut as he pointed it at Hitler. What was that German word meaning lightning storm? Oh, yeah.

“Hey, Adolf! Blitzkrieg, motherfucker!”

“Ti?” Hitler asked in confusion, and then the onyx marble bounced off his forehead. “Och!”

As Hitler fell to the floor of the stage, his body transformed into a naked, overweight olive-skinned man with dark hair.

“Skotosee ton!” the man yelled, gesturing at Cove. The crowd turned, but many just kept turning and then wandered out of the building, including some of the Nazi officers. Unfortunately, a few of the crowd did start heading toward Cove with murder in their eyes.

“Shit!” Cove ran onto the stage, the ebon blade in hand. Eva Braun was standing over the former Adolf Hitler, confused by his current form. The fake Hitler got to his feet, ready to fight Cove, but the teen had been through this a few times already. He ducked one of the man’s ham fists and then plunged the knife into his chest.

Unfortunately, as the man’s dead body dissipated into those sparks and disappeared, his remaining followers became even more incensed and charged the stage. Cove estimated there were probably about a dozen of them, too many for him to fight. He quickly grabbed the marble and pocketed it. “C’mon!” He grasped Eva’s wrist and pulled her through a door behind the stage, slamming it behind them and dropping the latch. Turning, he groaned as he realized that they were now trapped; that was the only way in!

“Help me,” Cove asked Eva as he pulled at a metal cabinet, and with her assistance they managed to use it to barricade the door. They heard their attackers bashing on it from outside. “Shit, now what?” Cove knew there were too many out there for him to use the knife on before they bashed his brains in.

He didn’t know what would happen if he died in Ignis’ world, and didn’t want to test it. Previously, after taking out the bad guy, he’d have sex with Ignis and then fade back to his own world. The next time he went to sleep, he’d reappear in Ignis’ chamber, safe and sound. Could he whack off and disappear? His penis was absolutely soft due to the danger, so that wasn’t going to work.

Then he looked over at Eva Braun. She had fatih escort a round face but was slim, with small breasts under her blouse. Not a looker, but not bad. She looked back at him, concerned. He took her hand and pulled her close, but once she realized that he was going to try to kiss her, she slapped him across the face.

“I’m sorry, but it’s you or me,” he informed her as he pulled out the marble and tapped her shoulder with it.

Then her demeanor changed and he knew that Ignis was looking back at him with a lascivious grin. “You have changed your mind, my champion?”

“Just this once,” he replied as he shoved her back against the wall.

“Ooh, I think I like you being so…energetic,” Ignis/Eva breathed as Cove unfastened his pants and raised her skirt. Now that he knew that he was going to get laid, his penis responded quickly, and he pulled the woman’s undergarments to the side before thrusting into her hard.

“Hohh…” she moaned. “Yesss…take your reward from this body…”

Cove could hear them pounding on the door. How long did he have? He pulled back and thrust in hard again.

“Huhh…huhh…” Ignis moaned in time with his thrusting.

He couldn’t believe that he was fucking Adolf Hitler’s girlfriend! As unreal as this world had seemed before, this made things even weirder. He knew that he had to cum fast, so he imagined that she was Julie, with her voluptuous body, so amazing and soft…

“Ugh…ungh…GAH!” Cove cried out as he inseminated the possessed woman.

“Yesss…” Ignis moaned as she shook in orgasm upon feeling Cove’s semen filling her.

Sure enough, after he pulled out, Cove could feel that he was already fading. The mob outside wouldn’t hurt Eva Braun, but the woman had already had her mind ‘overwritten’ by Ignis. Then he remembered that it would be even worse: Ignis would use the knife to end Eva’s life in order to return this copy of herself back to her lava chamber. He gave the woman a silent apology as he returned to his own world.

—

When he awoke, he was still on the couch with Julie — shit, no, it was Ignis. He let her sleep and thought about what had happened this last time in Ignis’ world. What had that fat guy yelled? ‘Skotosee ton’? Cove pulled out his phone and loaded a translation app. Soon, he found that ‘Skótosé ton’ was ‘kill him’ in Greek.

But what did that mean? Why was a bad guy in Ignis’ world speaking Greek and pretending to be Adolf Hitler? There was clearly some sort of connection between their worlds, as Cove realized that most everyone there that he had been able to converse with had spoken English, but in fantasy novels, everyone spoke whatever language was native to their land…it was just in movies that actors spoke English because who wants to just read subtitles the entire movie? In their world they should have spoken their own language, not English.

And that bald guy who had been the fire demon in the tunnels that second-to-last time…Cove could have sworn that the guy had asked him if he was English before he died — “Angleeskee?” he had said — but what language had that guy been speaking?

As his mind wandered, Cove flipped to the world news app. There, at the very top, was that same bald man’s face looking back at him, with the headline, “Russian President Dies In Sleep.”

“Oh fuck.”

To be continued…