Hawke and Elayne take some time for themselves.

Hawke was right. The elven camp wasn’t that far from the farm. It was almost a full day’s ride. By the time they got to the farm, it was just a little past dark. After removing the saddles from the horses, Hawke rode Midnight back to his house and let the horse free before they retired for the evening.

“It really feels good to be back here, Hawke. I’m glad you thought of this,” she said as she leaned back against him with a glass of wine watching the fire.

“Me too, princess. I think I’m going to insist on Caleb letting us away from camp for a few days every other week. It might take us a little more time to finally leave after we’re done with Caleb, but I find it worth it.”

“Especially after listening to the lectures. What is the point of all that anyway? I noticed a lot of what they’re teaching us you’ve already learned from your books. Which I still think was a weird thing to study, by the way. But it is easier to understand since you know most of it.” She turned her head a little to look at him. “Hawke, you mentioned that you dove into those subjects out of boredom and a passion for history,” she laughed softly, “but out of all the topics, why focus on the Blights?”

“It wasn’t just the Blights that I read about,” he explained. “I devoured anything I could find. We were always on the move, trying to stay ahead of the Templars and the Tower’s clutches. During those rare moments when we could actually catch our breath, I lost myself in whatever literature was available. It helped keep me sane. They were my escape and kept my mind engaged,” he explained, shrugging slightly. “Honestly, it made the journey feel less burdensome for me.”

“Well, it definitely makes what we’re learning easier or should I say what I’m learning since you know a lot of it.” She turned around, so she was lying on top of him, “Why don’t you go take that bath you’re dying for while I fix us something to eat. I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry.”

He grinned at her. “Yeah, I’m hungry too, but not for what you’re thinking right now.” He put a hand on the back of her head and brought her mouth to his.

When he finally let her go, she squirmed from out of his arms and got up, “That’s for dessert, my love. Besides, I’m dying for a bath, too, but food first.”

“Why don’t you join me then,” he said while he tried to grab her hand as she headed to the kitchen, but she avoided him by hurrying out of his reach.

“No, thank you, I’ll pass on the cold bath, but it might do you wonders baby,” she giggled, “at least for a while anyways. Go Hawke, by the time you’re done, the food will be ready.”

Grumbling about a bossy woman, he went and gathered his stuff and headed to the lake. Even though it was a little chilly, it felt absolutely wonderful being able to submerge himself in the water. After using the waterfall to rinse the soap off of him, he headed back to shore when he felt her in his head, letting him know dinner was ready. Wearing just his pants, he walked inside, seating himself at the table.

She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him, “You feel better, my love?” she asked softly while her hands slid down his bare chest. “Mmm, baby, I love the feel of you under my hands,” she purred.

He grabbed her hands and pulled her around onto his lap, “is that so, angel,” he asked before his mouth claimed hers. He finally released her when her belly grumbled, “I guess you are hungry, my love,” he grinned at her, “Go eat, baby.”

After dinner, he got her bath ready while she cleaned up the kitchen. “Your bath is ready, my beautiful princess,” he said bowing to her.

She giggled and walked towards him before curtsying, “Thank you, my handsome prince.” She laughed when she heard him growling. “If I’m your princess, then you’re my prince, my love.” Stripping off her clothes, she stepped into the warm bubbly water with a sigh, “Oh sweet mercy, this is heavenly, thank you, baby.”

He felt her body and muscles relaxing as the water enveloped her, he put more heat into the water until she was moaning with pleasure, then he sat back on the couch watching her relaxing in the tub. His mind went to upgrades for the house, so she could enjoy this more often, “Better include a bigger tub than baby,” he heard her in his mind. “That way, you can join me instead of using the lake to clean up in.”

Chuckling, he added another log to the fire before refilling his glass and sitting back down. “So we have a couple of days to ourselves. What would you like to do?”

As she turned in the tub, her gaze fell upon him from across the rim, her movement causing the rippling water to dance around her. He found himself captivated by the sight of her luscious figure. ‘Damn, she has a sexy bottom.’ The sound of her soft laughter broke through his thoughts, and he lifted his gaze to meet her eyes.

“I think I want to spend the next couple of days wrapped up in my husband’s arms in bed with him buried inside me. topkapı escort That sounds absolutely wonderful.” She watched as his eyes started changing, a hungry grin on his face.

“Really!!” he growled.

“Mmhm, I think that sounds like a delicious idea,” she purred as she got out of the tub and walked slowly towards him as his eyes raked up and down her body.

She felt heat rush through her as his gaze landed first on her breasts, then lower. She trembled as his look became ravenous when they went between her legs, and she felt a different kind of wetness. She stood in front of him, running her hand down herself, first touching her breasts, then slowly lowered her hand down between her legs. He watched as her fingers slid along her, coming back out glistening. She leaned towards him, her eyes on his as she brought her wet fingers up to his lips. He opened it, and she slid her fingers inside his hot mouth, closing her eyes moaning as he started licking and sucking her fingers.

He lifted her up and laid her across his lap as his mouth came down on hers. She moaned when his hand trailed down her body to between her legs, and his fingers went inside her. She put her arms around his neck, opening her legs more while his fingers started moving along her. He felt her muscles tighten around his fingers, her hips moving with him as they slid in and out of her.

He withdrew his lips from hers and leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, “Come for me, my love.” As his fingers quickened their movement, she felt a rush of warmth rush through her. Gasping, she tightened around him, her breath becoming ragged as soft whimpers escaped her lips. With her eyes shut tight, her sounds grew louder, and her hips began to move in rhythm with his hand, matching the increased urgency. “Scream for me, baby,” he urged. In response, she cried out his name, and a primal growl escaped him as her body surrendered, releasing waves of pleasure over his fingers.

“That’s my beautiful angel,” he whispered hotly in her ear, keeping his fingers sliding along her, coaxing more from her.

His gaze burned intensely into hers as he turned her body, positioning her legs on either side of him. A low growl escaped his lips, “I think it’s time for dessert, darling.” With that, he laid on his back, eagerly pulling her bottom closer to his mouth as she straddled him, his tongue plunging deep within her, his hands gripping her waist.

As she gazed down, their eyes locked, her hips began to move against his mouth, responding to the fervor of his tongue that sought her essence, relentless in its pursuit. Releasing his hold on her hips, his fingers ventured up to tease her nipples, twisting and pulling with a playful urgency. The mounting pleasure caused her muscles to tighten around his tongue, leading to another scream as her sweet essence flooded his mouth.

“Again,” he growled in her head and her hips bucked wildly against him, releasing her juices over and over in his mouth until she collapsed over him, her body spent. He slid her down on top of him, letting her rest, “You satisfied my love,” he asked quietly before his mouth took hers.

He carried her into the bedroom and laid down beside her on the bed before removing his mouth from hers. His eyes and hands roamed slowly over her body, “do you know how unbelievably sexy and beautiful you are baby,” he asked her softly as his eyes went to hers, his hand between her legs again rubbing her. Her hips started moving with his fingers, and she whimpered when he slid them deep inside her, bringing another release from her. She rolled over, his fingers still moving inside her.

“Arik,” she panted while her hands went to the waistband of his pants.

He chuckled, “why you in such a hurry, my love,” he whispered in her ear while his fingers still slid along her, bringing her body over the edge again before she could grasp him in her hands.

“Arik, please, I need you inside me now, please, baby,” she begged, panting heavily.

“As my baby wishes,” he growled before her body released on his fingers again. He quickly removed his pants, opened her legs wide, and got between them. He put his fingers back inside her, bringing her close to the edge before he raised her rear up and rammed himself deep inside her, making her scream as she climaxed.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

The following morning, after finally allowing her some rest, he quietly rose from the bed and dressed quickly. Last night, he had noticed several extra horses in the barn after putting the saddles away. A grin spread across his face upon spotting Larry and Mark outside.

“Looks like you two chose to stick around. Are you enjoying your little getaway,” he said with a chuckle.

Mark shrugged. “Well, you did invite us to stay, my Lord. We’ve been pitching in around the farm, giving Sara and Hank a much-deserved break while we handle the chores.”

Hawke, impressed by the gesture, nodded appreciatively. “Thank you for that. I’ll bağcılar escort definitely mention to Bryce that he needs to increase your pay when we return. Elayne and I are only taking a brief break for a couple of days before we’re off again. We’re uncertain about how long we’ll be away this time, but we want you both to know that you’re welcome to stay here as long as you like. Now, gentlemen, I’ll make my way back to my house. I just wanted to drop by and see how you were doing. So, take this time to relax and enjoy yourselves.”

Once he returned to clean up and put the tub away, he made his way back to the bedroom. There, he paused to watch her sleeping peacefully. She would remain in slumber for some time, and a smile spread across his face as memories of the previous night and that morning flooded his mind. Their desire for each other had burned brightly; she craved him just as intensely as he craved her, both of them caught in a wave of passion.

Feeling her stir in his head, he swiftly removed his clothes and slipped back under the covers beside her. Wrapping his arm around her, he drew her close, finding comfort in the rhythm of her breathing. For a moment, he lay there, absorbing the feeling of the moment. “I love you, baby,” he whispered before finally surrendering to sleep, allowing himself to drift into dreams alongside her.

He found himself waking to the feeling of her hands and lips wrapped around him, a low pleasurable groan escaped him. “Elayne, baby, what are you doing?”

Raising her head slightly, she shot him a playful grin. “What does it feel like I’m doing, my love?” With a mischievous look in her eye, she returned her focus to him, sliding her warm mouth and hands up and down his shaft. As he grew harder, his fingers tangled in her hair, urging her to take him in deeper.

“Elayne,” he gasped, a wave of pleasure coursing through him. She responded by tightening her grip, quickening her pace until he reached his peak, filling her completely. A grin spread across her face as he pulled her up onto him. Straddling him, she guided him deep within her, ready, wet, and eager for him.

“Oh, sweet mercy baby,” panting heavily, he felt her body tighten around him, a wave of pleasure flooded through him as he thrust deeper, holding her hips firmly in his grasp. Their climaxes became one as he released himself within her. Leaning forward, his hands and lips traced a path along her back before he gently pulled her closer. “You’re truly incredible, my love,” he murmured softly into her ear, then lowered her beside him.

Turning to face him, she gazed into his eyes, her fingertips tracing the contours of his face. A soft smile played on her lips as she leaned in. “And so are you, my love,” she breathed, their lips meeting in a tender embrace. Her leg draped over him while her hand guided his shaft back into her, igniting the fire between them once more.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

As she rode alongside him, memories of the last three wonderful days together flooded her mind, filling her with warmth. A deep sense of contentment wrapped around her; she felt more relaxed than she had in a long time. When she glanced over at him, their eyes met; a warm blush crept across her cheeks. He let out a soft chuckle, then took hold of Snowball’s reins, drawing the horse closer. In one quick motion, he swooped her from the saddle and settled her on his lap.

“I’m glad my baby’s so happy and content, means I’m doing my job,” he said, pulling her close to him.

A playful smile spread across her face as she replied, “Oh, there’s no doubt about that, my love.” She settled comfortably against his chest, feeling cherished and secure.

When they finally made it to camp, she felt Hawke stiffen up, suddenly on alert, and reaching for his power. She looked around and noticed a stranger sitting by Caleb, Fen, and Othanar. “Hawke, who is that,” she asked with concern as she looked up at him.

He shook his head as he helped her off Midnight. “I don’t know, but let’s get the horses comfortable, then we’ll find out.”

After they were done, she grabbed his hand as they walked over to the group. Caleb looked up at them and smiled as they neared. “Glad to see the lovebirds made it back. Come, meet our guest, and have a seat.” He turned to the stranger, “Duncan, I’d like to introduce you to the couple we’ve been talking about, Arik and Elayne Hawke.” He turned to them, “and this is Duncan. You two will be spending some time together with him.” Hawke was still hesitant, but he took Duncan’s hand when Duncan offered it. The minute their hands touched, she felt Hawke tense up, and he stepped in front of her like a shield, protecting her.

“Who and what are you?” Hawke growled, his body on alert as a feeling of trepidation went through him. For some reason, Duncan’s presence gave Hawke a strong sense of foreboding, especially with his and Elayne’s future.

Caleb went to stand up, but Duncan looked at him, “it’s ok, Caleb.” He halkalı escort looked back to Hawke curiously, “you’ve felt it before, how and where?”

Elayne put her hand on Hawke’s back, rubbing it, trying to ease some of the tension in him. Hawke, not taking his eyes off Duncan, put his arm around her, his voice low, “you haven’t answered my question.”

Duncan sighed, waving for them to sit. When he had first seen the young man, he had been skeptical. Everything that Caleb and the others had said about him didn’t fit the young man standing in front of him. He was too young to be a master swordsman for starters. He was too young to be a master at anything, period. When the two shook hands, he saw young Hawke recognize something in him, and his eyes became cold steel as he put himself in front of Elayne, protecting her. He watched as Elayne brought her hand up to Hawke’s back, soothing him. Not taking his eyes off Duncan, the young man put his arm around her, but his piercing blue eyes never changed as they penetrated Duncan.

“Sit please, and I’ll tell you who I am, and then I have two questions for you.” He watched the couple walk over to an empty bench, Elayne sitting down, but Hawke stood behind her, still on edge. Amused, he watched as Elayne looked up at Hawke and reached for his hand, before his eyes finally left Duncan’s as he looked down at her. Something passed between the two, Hawke relaxed a little and sat down beside her with his arm around her. His eyes were still hard, though, but Duncan saw the difference in his body. He looked over at Caleb, who was watching the couple with a knowing smile on his face, nodding.

“First of all, as Caleb told you, my name is Duncan. What he didn’t tell you is that I’m the Warden Commander of the Grey Wardens here in Ferelden.” He paused when he saw something flash across Arik’s eyes, and Elayne looked worriedly up at Hawke. “You’ve heard of the Grey Wardens?” Both of them nodded, but there was something else.

“Who hasn’t? It’s well known that the Grey Wardens are the only ones that can stop a Blight.” Hawke looked over at Caleb, “so there is something going on?” he asked as he got up and started pacing.

He stopped, looking at him, Duncan could see Hawke’s mind working, thinking things through. “Before anything more gets said, I need to know what I felt in you.”

Duncan watched him as he started pacing again, “Before I answer that, I need to know a few things. What do you know of Grey Wardens?

Hawke looked at him in annoyance, “I know what everyone knows if they bother to open a book. What does this have to do with what I felt in you,” he growled in anger. Hawke looked down at Elayne, and again, something passed between the two, Hawke deflated a little, looking back at Duncan.

“We’ve recently been learning about the Blights and the Wardens. The Grey Wardens are an Order of warriors of exceptional ability dedicated to fighting darkspawn throughout Thedas. They are headquartered in the very place of their founding, Weisshaupt Fortress in the Anderfels, but maintain a presence in most other nations as well. The Grey Wardens are known for ignoring a recruit’s racial, social, national, and even criminal background if they deem the person valuable in terms of character, ability, or skill. Despite their small numbers, the Grey Wardens have been instrumental in defeating each Blight so far and thus are vital to the survival of the world as a whole.”

“I know they’re not well respected, especially here in Ferelden. Somehow, they are able to sense when an Archdemon is awake. They are the only ones that can kill them. They can also sense when darkspawn are present,” he stopped suddenly looking at Duncan. “How? The taint? Is that what I sensed in you?”

“Describe it to me?” Duncan probed.

“It’s like something that was filth, rotten, but it’s not as strong in you as what I’ve felt before. Not only did I feel the rot, but I felt a wrongness, pure evil. I don’t feel the evil in you that I felt that day, but there is a connection to you and to what I felt before.”

“This is crucial, Hawke. When and where did you encounter this?” Duncan continued, eager to gather more information.

“About a month ago, I came across it in some caves near Highever,” Hawke replied.

“Which caves in Highever?” Duncan pressed further, his desire for answers growing stronger.

Hawke looked at him closely, his irritation spiking, “they’re not a threat anymore, but you are! Why are you here?” he asked quietly.

“Why not take a break and find something to eat, Hawke? Elayne and you must be feeling quite hungry from your trip,” Caleb suggested, cutting in. “Meanwhile, Duncan and I can talk about a few things.”

She stood up, taking Hawke’s hand in hers, “Come, my love, I know I definitely need something to eat, and I can feel you do too.”

Hawke paused, his gaze lingering on Duncan. An unsettling undercurrent seemed to ripple just beneath the surface, suggesting that there was more at play than anyone was revealing. Within his mind, Elayne’s voice cut through the fog of his thoughts. “Hawke, perhaps this relates to what Caleb is teaching us, but at least we’ve found an answer to one question. The Grey Wardens are still around and are likely entangled in whatever is looming ahead.”

The Baron turned to face Chad and Yorick, his posture straight and commanding.

“We must act quickly,” he said, his voice strong and authoritative. “Yardix will soon realize his curse has been broken. We need to strike before he can regroup.”

Chad nodded, still trying to process what he had just witnessed.

“But how do we find him? And what exactly are we supposed to do?”

The Baron strode to a nearby chest, pulling out fresh clothing and quickly dressing.

“Yardix has commandeered the lair of the dragon Ganymode, a half a days ride from here. As for what to do…” He paused, looking pointedly at Chad’s codpiece. “That magical braye of yours is the key. Its power has been awakened now, and it’s our best weapon against the sorcerer.”

Yorick, having regained his senses, began hastily pulling on his breeches as the Baron continued.

“If we leave immediately we can be there just after sunset and might have the element of surprise.”

Chad instinctively glanced down at his codpiece, a mixture of awe and trepidation washing over him. He had always known it was special, but to hear the Baron speak of it as a weapon against a powerful sorcerer was almost too much to comprehend.

“But… I don’t even know how to use it,” Chad protested weakly.

The Baron’s eyes softened slightly. “The power will come to you when you need it most. Trust in yourself, and in the magic that has chosen you.”

Then Yorick spoke up. “Sir, is the tool you had made to fight Ganymode or Yardix?”

“Both. It will help us gain access to Ganymode’s lair, which you will see is not a trivial undertaking.” The Baron explained, “Now come, we must get moving.”

Less than an hour later, they began their journey westward. Chad rode his horse while the Baron and Yorick followed in the wagon. The rolling plains and hills that surrounded the castle slowly faded away, replaced by a vast expanse of dry plains. As the sun inched closer to the horizon, Chad noticed a distinct shape in the distance: perhaps a hill or small mountain rising from the dry, desert-like earth of the plain.

As they drew nearer, Chad realized the shape was no natural formation. It was a massive structure, its dark stone walls twisting upward in impossible angles that seemed to defy gravity. Spires and turrets jutted out at odd intervals, giving the entire edifice an unsettling, alien appearance.

“Ganymode’s lair,” the Baron muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of awe and dread. “Yardix has corrupted it with his foul magic.”

The sun had just dipped below the horizon as they approached, casting long shadows across the barren landscape. Chad’s heart raced, his palms sweaty on the reins. He could feel a faint warmth emanating from his codpiece, pulsing in time with his accelerated heartbeat.

As they got closer to the peculiar structure, Chad noted that it was difficult to tell where the entrance was, if any, given the enchanted nature of the place.

“This is where the tool comes in,” the Baron said as the wagon stopped and he dismounted. He then went to the back of the wagon and began releasing the latches securing the mysterious box.

Chad and Yorick dismounted as well, moving closer to see what the Baron was unveiling. With a final click, the large wooden box fell open, revealing a strange contraption inside. It appeared to be a long metal rod with various gears, levers, and intricate mechanisms attached to it. At one end was what looked like a large mecidiyeköy escort corkscrew, while the other end had a handle and several dials.

“This,” the Baron said, lifting the device with a grunt, “is our key to entering Ganymode’s lair.”

He approached the twisted stone walls, studying them intently before selecting a spot. He positioned the corkscrew end against the wall and began to turn the handle. The device whirred to life, the gears clicking and spinning as the corkscrew bored into the enchanted stone.

Chad and Yorick watched in amazement as the device drove into the wall when suddenly and without warning it stopped.

There was a humming sound, then the unit began to glow red as if being heated, and it slowly reversed and backed out of the hole it had created. As it fell to the ground, the Baron’s mouth fell open in amazement.

There was a blinding flash as Chad watched the corkscrew explode, but he felt nothing from the blast. The Baron and Yorick, however, were thrown backward and away from the wall, landing on each other and rendered unconscious.

The wall where the corkscrew had been drilling now opened to reveal a dark passageway. Chad turned towards it as his codpiece glowed, throwing light into the darkness of the portal.

Chad hesitated for a moment, torn between helping his fallen companions and investigating the mysterious passageway. The pulsing warmth in his groin seemed to urge him forward, and he found himself drawn inexorably towards the opening.

As he stepped into the darkness, unsheathing his sword, the glow from his codpiece intensified, illuminating the narrow stone corridor ahead. The walls were slick with moisture, and strange symbols were carved into the rock at irregular intervals. Chad’s footsteps echoed ominously as he ventured deeper into the lair.

The passage twisted and turned, leading him ever downward. Chad lost all sense of time and direction as he walked, guided only by the light of his magical garment. Just as he was beginning to wonder if he’d made a terrible mistake, the corridor opened up into a vast chamber.

The room was circular, its high domed ceiling lost in shadow. At its center was a large circular pool with mist swirling at its surface.

Chad watched as the swirling mist opened to reveal a figure gradually rising from beneath the surface of the water.

It was a woman, and as she materialized, he noticed that she wasn’t damp at all. Her jet black hair was glossy, not wet.

She was the most stunning woman he had ever laid eyes on, with deep bright blue eyes and an aquiline nose above luscious, full red lips. She wasn’t unclothed, but clad in a form-fitting suit that glowed with the same blue light that lit his codpiece and highlighted every curve of her exquisite body.

“M’lady,” Chad said, lowering his sword, “I seek the Sorcerer Yardix, could you aid me in finding him?” He was thankful that his codpiece hid the growing pressure at his groin.

“Noble knight,” she replied with a breathy, sibilant voice as Chad’s own breath drew quicker at the steamy sound of her speech, “There is no Sorcerer here.”

As Chad’s mouth fell open she walked towards him on the surface of the water, smiling and running her tongue slowly around her lips.

Chad gulped then said, “Where is he then?” and then he added quickly, “Ma’am.”

“He does not exist. Who you seek is me, the Sorceress Yardix!” she exclaimed as she nişantaşı escort caressed his cheek with her outstretched hand, making him swoon.

Chad recoiled in shock, his sword clattering to the ground. The woman – Yardix – laughed, a sound like tinkling bells that sent shivers down his spine.

“You seem surprised, strong knight,” she purred, circling him predatorily. “Did you expect some wizened old man? How… quaint.”

Chad’s mind raced. Everything he thought he knew had been turned on its head. He glanced down at his glowing codpiece, uncertain.

“But… the Baron said…” he stammered.

“The Baron knows little of true magic,” Yardix said, her eyes locked on Chad’s. “He sees only what he expects to see. But you, my dear… you have the potential for so much more.”

She circled Chad slowly, her fingers trailing across his shoulders. Chad felt dizzy, intoxicated by her presence. The warmth from his codpiece intensified, spreading through his body.

“That marvelous codpiece of yours,” Yardix murmured. “Belongs to me. Tell me, Chad, do you know what it truly is?”

Chad shook his head, struggling to form coherent thoughts. “N-no… the Baron never explained…”

“It is my power over you,” she said simply, “First, in my presence, I expect you to be wearing only it.”

Chad suddenly felt a draft and then realized his clothes were gone. He was naked, wearing only the codpiece.

Yardix held out her hand and he saw a bee and a very small snake, not much larger than an earthworm. The bee took flight and landed on his codpiece. He went to brush it away, but he could not move. Then the sorceress placed the snake next to it. The bee crawled to the edge and went under and the snake followed as Chad watched in horror.

“These are familiars of mine, they will help to keep you focussed,” she explained.

“Focussed?” Chad asked, “On what?!”

Buzzing could then be heard coming from the codpiece as Chad, held immobile, dropped his head back and moaned.

“The bee is vibrating it’s wings against the base of your ballocks,” Yardix said smiling, “While my snake has wrapped itself around the tip of your erect spindle.”

Chad could barely hear her for the incredible sensations he was feeling in his crotch. His mind reeled as waves of pleasure coursed through his body. He struggled against the invisible force holding him in place, but it was futile. The buzzing intensified, and he felt the snake tightening its coils.

“What… what do you want from me?” he gasped, fighting to maintain some semblance of control.

“Obedience, adoration, possibly love…” she answered.

Suddenly the sensations Chad was feeling stopped abruptly along with the buzzing sound.

She went on, “You already know that obedience is rewarded and disobedience is punished.”

Chad’s chiseled body stiffened, his muscles unable to move as he let out a scream.

“What does a bee sting to the balls feel like, anyway?” she asked innocently.

As she spoke the intense pain that Chad had experienced disappeared along with the invisible restraints and he fell forward, catching himself with his hands.

“I…I…I don’t understand,” Chad whined, looking up at her from the floor.

“I want you to be my knight, I want to command you and for you to obey only me.”

Chad’s mind struggled against the fog of pleasure and pain. Part of him felt he should resist, fight against this enchantress. şişli escort But another part, growing stronger by the moment, yearned to submit to her will.

“But… the Baron… my quest…” he stammered.

Yardix looked at him with gentleness.

“Your quest was based on lies and half-truths.” she explained, “The Baron is a opportunist, chasing after things he has no right to possess. He sought your codpiece for himself.”

“Do you recall the farmer’s daughters…the ‘peasant girls’ that dragged you into a barn and had their way with you?” she asked laughing.

“But…but how did you know about that?” Chad asked, perplexed.

“You don’t recall the raven-haired girl, the one who seemed to command the others?”

“YOU! You were her!” Chad exclaimed, remembering the day wistfully.

“I was interested in your codpiece, of course, but also in your, let’s say, stamina in both pleasure and pain. Who do you think gave the dragon cum to the Baron that healed your, let me add impressive, wounds?”

“You slew Panthax,” she stated simply, “the son of my dragon Ganymode. The magic of those dragons is in your codpiece.”

Chad looked dazed as she knelt beside him, her fingers trailing along his jaw. Despite everything, Chad felt his body responding to her touch.

“You have a choice to make,” she whispered, “You must serve me willingly or leave and never return. I grant you that gift.”

Then she reached out and pulled his codpiece away, his member instantly springing to attention.

Chad turned to her and their lips met in a passionate kiss. As their tongues intertwined, he felt a surge of energy coursing through his body.

His mind raced with conflicting emotions – desire, confusion, fear – but in that moment, all he knew was the intoxicating taste of her lips.

As their lips parted, Chad felt another surge of power.

The codpiece, now in Yardix’s hand, pulsed with an otherworldly light. Chad’s mind cleared, and for the first time, he felt truly awake.

With a wave of her hand, the chamber around them shimmered and transformed. The stone walls melted away, replaced by silken curtains and plush furnishings. A large bed dominated the room and Yardix, now fully nude, pulled Chad onto her as she lay back on the bed.

She whispered in his ear, “This is only the beginning. Your true training will be both shocking and satisfying. Be ready.”

Her hand slipped between them and began to work on his erection, licking her fingers as she prepared him for her. As Chad’s resistance melted away, he knew he had truly become Yardix’s knight.

“I… I choose to serve you, my lady,” Chad said, his voice hoarse with desire and newfound conviction as he plunged into her.

A smile of delight spread across Yardix’s face.

“Wise choice, my knight,” she moaned.

Their lust seemed insatiable and when they finished she stood, pulling Chad to his feet. With a wave of her hand, his codpiece reappeared, glowing even brighter than before.

She placed the codpiece back on Chad, and as it touched his skin, he felt a transformation begin.

His body tingled with newfound strength, his senses sharpened. The magic of the codpiece merged with his very being as he fell to his knees before her, taking her hand in his.

“I choose you,” he said, his voice steady and sure, “and I will serve you, my lady.” he said as he reiterated his vow.

“Rise, Sir Chad,” Yardix commanded.

“You are now my champion, my protector, and my lover.”

“This is now the symbol of your fealty to me,” Yardix explained, touching his codpiece. “Its power will grow as your devotion deepens.”

Chad nodded, feeling the warmth of the codpiece spreading through his body once more and his desire for her even more so.

“You’ve got a girlfriend?”

“No, not really…. But I have several friends who are girls who I need to talk to about us. But I AM interested!

“I mean Betsy…. You’re gorgeous. You’re beautiful! Inside and out. You’re a freaking genius! You’re active and take great care of yourself!” My eyes roved from the top of her black hair to the tip of her cute, painted toes poking into my side still. Red warmth filled my cheeks.

“I’ve also had one of the most wonderful nights of my life! I mean we talked about so much and it was so effortless. Time slipped by and I almost forgot every last one of my worries.

“Speaking of worries, that’s part of what I’m talking about. A couple of my friends might need some help. They’re having problems with a… a neighbor.”

I looked down at her feet to avoid looking in her eyes as I kinda lied to her. I reached out to gently grasp one of her feet with my hand.

She left it there, against my thigh.

I gently rubbed the ball of her foot with my thumb.

She moaned softly and then asked, “Can’t they call the Cops or something?”

“No, I’m afraid they don’t have enough evidence of an actual crime. They told the girls to get more evidence.”

That was about as close to the truth as I could be, I thought. But now I needed to get to bed. I knew I’d have to work hard not to toss and turn and let my mind run wild worrying about Itzy and Lacie, Foxie, Pixie and Tee.

“So, anyway, I really do need to get to bed. I’ll call tomorrow, what’s a good time?”

“I’d like that.” She said, leaving me for a few seconds to figure out whether it was bed or plans for tomorrow. “How about any time after Nine, before Noon? I’ll be settled into the office by then, but I have a class at One and will need to grab lunch.”

I knew she was fishing. But I knew I’d be way to antsy and would be very poor company.

“Awesome.” I smiled, a genuine one.

Betsy retracted her feet, placing them on the floor of the passenger side. She picked her shoes and purse, turned daintily and opened the car door. As she opened it, she turned to exit. Just as she stood straight, she turned back around and bent forward to look me in the face.

Her tank dark top fell away from her front slightly, revealing the edge of two very willowy looking lace bra cups. They looked to be a very pale pink against her beautiful golden skin. Her wide, but shallow, cleavage disappeared in darkness towards her flat abs, hidden in shadows.

My eyes made it to hers, there was a smile in them. She appreciated the redness in my cheeks at having been caught red handed with a real shit-eating grin.

“Please don’t take too long. I am not sure what it is about you….” Her tongue poked out of the corner of her lips in a cute little thoughtful smirk, “But, without trying, you have me ready… to… go.”

She winked, smiled, and stood up.

Then, she wiggled her ass and closed the door on my slack-jawed face.

I watched her every step of the way up her front walk, up her front porch, and until the door was closed. Then, I sat there for a few more minutes just staring at the door.

That night was rough. I tossed and turned with images of all six women in my life flashing in and out. I never fully felt settled and woke feeling done in before I’d even gotten halfway through a cup of coffee.

Work was miserable and dragged on and on. I feel asleep during an afternoon meeting of my full department. Luckily, Julie, Howard’s Admin, took pity and let me sleep until I need to pay attention near the end of the meeting. I slipped out of the office right after the meeting, claiming oncoming illness. (Little could I claim that the six women in my life were keeping me awake all night! LOL)

I rushed through the house, into hiking clothes, threw some coffee in a thermos and water in my jug. Out the door, down the street and up the hiking path I went. The tiredness of the day began to lessen as I breathed the fresh air and green leaves emerging, the moist ground and rotting leaves of last Fall.

I put a few hundred of yards of a slow jog, catching a second wind. I then began stretching my legs as I climbed a few hills and made the quick turn towards my little meadow. I slipped along the slight game trail and slowed to a walk. Sweat had broken out on my skin, and I was breathing heavily. I calmed myself before approaching the meadow. I knew I was earlier than expected, but I couldn’t wait to see my women.

I entered the glade slowly, looking around. I felt something off. But I didn’t see anything unusual. Nothing smelled different or sounded different. But the air was different.

I walked quietly, slowly, around the edge of the glen. I reached the stream and caught movement by the trees Itzy always entered through. I looked that way and saw Lacie behind a tree.

She looked tense. She was biting one thumbnail. One foot quietly jigged. Her arms were crossed tightly across her chest. She wore an olive brown hoodie with her black hair peeking out. That was all I could take in before she turned escort beşiktaş to look out from behind the tree and saw me. Her eyes locked on me and she raised her eyebrows questioningly.

I stepped into the clearing and headed her way in a straight line. By the second step I was running to her as she ran directly at me. She leapt into my arms like a spider monkey.

“Daddy. Oh, Goddesses Daddy. Itzy’s hurt!”

I ran for the gateway!

“Tell me, Lacie, baby? What happened?” I asked quietly and as calmly as I possibly could.

“We got there. Everything was fine!” She cried quietly in my ear. I knew she’d held it together until I’d gotten there.

“We checked into the Inn. We went to the Pub next door to get our included dinner and maybe have a drink or two.

“We were missing you, Daddy.”

“It’s okay, tell Daddy what happened, babydoll.”

As we passed from my world into theirs, Lacie explained that they had not even chased any leads down yet. They had eaten dinner and were halfway through their first glasses of wine. Some locals had come in and accused them of being spies for the enemy.

Into the meadow in their world where Pixie waited for us, a circle of grass worn in an exact circle where she had been pacing. I switched Lacie to one side and wrapped an arm around Pixie as she ran to us.

“Itzy…” and she sobbed into my side as I pulled her tight against me.

Lacie continued her story as we hurried to the train. Pixie had my hand, pulling, and Lacie was still wrapped around me like a spider monkey. It barely registered how feather light she was, considering how tightly she gripped my hand.

Before they could even defend themselves, someone else overheard the accusation and things escalated quickly. In the fray, Itzy got knocked down by the crowd and a donkey had stomped on her shoulder, breaking her upper arm.

When she screamed the crowd suddenly flinched and the steam ran out of them. None of them had intended to hurt anyone. Itzy had been whisked away to the local physician who had splinted it and given her a very good healing potion. They had caught the first coach back to the capital and she was safe in her chambers.

But they also wanted her to heal faster. The best method was me and my seed.

We slipped into seats on the train. Lacie was curled in my lap but pulled Pixie up with her. I’m not sure how they both fit, but they made it happen, and it seemed like it had always been that way.

Soon, both were asleep. I was relieved that it wasn’t as bad as I had first imagined.

That is, until I finally reached her bedside, and they fully admitted the full extent of her injuries.

Yes, her arm had been broken, in three places. She had suffered additional injuries as well… She had a broken collar bone and a couple of cracked ribs.

They explained, however, that while the healing potion had been excellent. It had almost completely dulled the pain. It had begun the healing process, boosted it really. It had reduced some of the inflammation as well.

However, it had been missing her ‘True Love’s Seed”. Most elves having found love by the age of 14 or been in an arranged marriage long before then.

“Arranged? Hold on, let’s put a pin in that and circle back later, shall we?” I had been assured all my women were old enough?!?!

I didn’t even question it at this point… I mean had they requested I go on a journey to a dark mountain and slay a dragon, not only would I NOT have been surprised, I would have jumped at the chance to do anything to save any of them! Trying to give her a little more of my spunk was little worry!

Whatever it took.

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I woke with a start, my head across Itzy’s stomach, my eyes turn towards her still slumbering face.

Voices around me brought me awake quickly. I remembered where I was as the doctors and several nurses gently woke me. The other four girls slept around Itzy and I in her bed. They all were either already awake or waking with me. Somehow, we were all naked, but covered with silk like throws over each of us.

After something that highly resembled coffee, and a few moments to fully come awake, it was explained that although the Princess would recover without it, the older male doctor explained, my semen would speed the process, make it pain free and heal all scars.

There were, the younger male doctor interrupted, a few caveats.

They explained to me that after one good external dose, she would come awake enough to nourish directly from the source. The timing was important because, if we did not catch her that one time, we would only be limited to external applications. This would heal her skin well, avoiding the scars. Enough would seep in that eventually she would heal faster than without. Still, it might be three or four times longer.

They knew I was human. They understood I may not want or be able to make that choice.

I think they may have expected me to react that way.

Not my girls. They just turned to escort nişantaşı me with serene looks on their faces. They knew there’d be no question from me. They were right.

“How do we do this?”

The gray-haired woman, who’d been standing in the shadows near the door, stepped forward. She was wearing a white robe with gold trim. She stepped to the edge of the bed and began to introduce herself as the Royal Family’s Spiritual Guide. She said it with finger quotes and a slight smirk. She said she, and her mothers before her had served the Royal Family for more than ten generations. She had been Itzy’s mother’s spiritual guide (again finger quotes) since before her ascension to the throne or her marriage to Itzy’s father.

She explained that my other ‘women’ (She explained that they hadn’t found an English equivalent to the Elven word yet) would help extract the first application. But only I was to rub it in. I was to rub clockwise, moving between her wounds. She reminded me three times that I must always move in small, clockwise circles!

When I asked how she thought I would produce enough, she laughed, “Don’t worry one bit about that, beautiful!”

“When do we get started?” I asked. My heart ached for Itzy and her suffering and the misery of fear and worry the rest of the girls were struggling through rather bravely. They had all been brave until alone with me. Then, each had pulled themselves together and were being brave for Itzy.

“As soon as we can provide a few things. The first was your permission. Second, we need you hydrated, fueled, and fired up. Third, we’ll need some privacy… Doctor’s?”, the doctor’s began filing out in what appeared to be age order.

“Nurses, you’ll get your chances. Please follow the doctors.”

Without a word, the nurses then filed out in similar order. I noticed gender didn’t seem to matter. I did notice the female imbalance, though. But they treated each other with clear deference to age. It was actually nice to see. I had been brought up to respect my elders and those with more experience. The room soon was empty except my five Elven lovers and the older woman.

Moments later, the older woman headed to the bathroom. I looked questioningly at the four eleven women at the foot of the bed. They all smiled back.

I had a lot of questions….

Their calm smiles weren’t giving me the slightest answer as I looked back and forth between them. Before I got a chance to even formulate the first clear question, the Elder returned, drying her hands.

“Maiden Lovers, let’s arrange ourselves around the Princess.” At that, she began to undo her belt and unwind her Elven robe/dress thing.

I gawked, mouth agape, as the women all let the shimmering blankets slip off and begin crawling towards, Itzy.

Then, the Elder let her robe slip. She was left in a transparent filmy looking slip. It had thin shoulder straps and reached just a few inches past her crotch. Not that it hid anything. For what I assumed to be an older woman, she looked incredible!

Her skin was a dark, golden color. Her body showed some age, a little sag to her breasts, the nipples pointing slightly down. A few wrinkles, and a very gentle sag to her belly. She was a very handsome woman despite these signs of a life well lived.

I tried not to stare. But I noticed some things… Actually, I noticed a LOT of things!

Her nipples were slightly darker than her breasts. There were no tan lines. Her hips were thicker than the other women in the room. Her thighs as well. They weren’t flabby. She wasn’t fat. She just looked a little sightly sturdier, like she’d sent more time hiking out in the sun.

“Please, my Princeling. Look. You would hurt an old woman’s ego if you looked away in sympathy.”

My eyes met hers and she smiled. Her eyes traced down my face, then my chest as she stepped closer.

“Someday, you will be my King. As much as I love the Princess with all my heart, I know I will love you. I feel it in your bonds with all of the Princesses.

“I am Lady Oliviana. I am sister to one of the younger Queens and, as I stated earlier, I’ve helped guide Itzy’s mother through some of her spiritual Journey.

“I’m here today as a healer. I’ll use some of my magic to assist us in getting our girl right as rain!”

I felt relieved. It wasn’t exactly what she said. It seemed like the closer she got, the better I felt.

Foxie appeared behind me, wrapping one arm around my chest, “Come, Master. Please?”

I nodded, and turned, lifting myself up, forgetting my nakedness for a split second. That is until the breeze hit my backside. It was all I could do to keep from looking back to see if Lady Oliviana was looking…. But, embarrassment, or maybe fear kept me from knowing.

I soon forgot Lady Oliviana as I viewed the bevy of Elven beauty that lay before me. Foxie held my hand, gently leading me to Itzy’s side, the damaged one. Her bandages had been removed, and I could see her wounds now.

They really didn’t escort etiler look good. Her whole shoulder, chest and upper arm were ugly bruises, and I could see the donkey had come down on her in four places, not just the one the girls had led me to believe. I winced and felt horror begin to overwhelm me before I felt cool hands on either side of me. I heard whispers in my ears, but I couldn’t understand them at first… because my women were singing to me in Elven.

It was beautiful. I was spellbound at the harmonies they were producing. Then, I felt new hands on my back. They were dry, gentle, soft. I suddenly understood the words the women were singing around me. They were singing in the round, Lacie starting, foxie, pixie and Tee (who’s vice was beautifully deep and clear for what I was used to as a woman’s). They sang of health and regenerative power and love. Then, they slowly closed in around me, except for Lacie, who pulled away from my left side, where Lady Oliviana slid in beside me. She began singing along with the others, slipping in effortlessly in a high, clear voice that added just the right note to finish out the song. They all sang two more rounds and then fell silent.

“Now, My Prince,” Lady Oliviana said as she slid under my left arm, “Let us get to the next step. My Ladies, please.”

Her left hand rested on my chest. Her fingers began to trace sigils on my muscle. Her eyes slipped to mine with a question, “My Prince will I impede your excitement?”

“Lady Oliviana, you are a very handsome woman. Your presence would never ‘impede’.” I smiled at her and was instantly rewarded with a beautiful smile, that not included relief, but mischievousness and lust all in the same motion, somehow.

Her fingers quickly snaked over to my nipples then. She rubbed her finger back and forth across it. It felt like silk sliding across the end of my nipple. My nipple pebbled uncontrollably, and she pinched it.

My cock jumped.

Quickly, her mouth closed around my nipple. Her lips closed around it, her teeth began nipping gently, nibbling on it then laving it with her tongue.

“Oh fuck.” I let loose.

I heard giggles and opened my eyes to see four women touching themselves, or the woman next to her. They were crowded in as tight as they could to each other and Itzy.

I felt Foxie’s hands run up the inside of my thigh and my cock jumped again. Her hand settled right at the apex of my thigh, the back of her hand resting against my cock, her fingers resting against my scrotum.

My cock was now impossible hard and precum began to flow slowly. The head of my cock itched, and the blood pumped through it so forcefully, it began bobbing with my heartbeat.

“Touch it, My Lord.” Lady Oliviana purred in my ear.

I slid my hand over my thigh, across Foxie’s hand. My fingers gently squeezed as they encompassed her fingers, and I smiled into her face. She smiled back at me.

My fingers grasped my cock, and I slowly slid it down to the end, a dollop of precum gathered there. I heard gasps and as I looked around, every woman’s pupils were fully dilated, and their noses were flaring. Flushes reddened their chests and their breathing was heavy.

But my attention was on my own release. That was part of the song. I was surrounded by female hormones. Female hormones, most of which, I was very familiar with!

I began running through memories of each of them. Our times in bed just last weekend. As I looked at each one, a memory returned. Each memory was specific of each woman. I held their eyes and stares until the moment was finished in my brain.

The first was Tee. It was a memory of being woken up in the middle of the night by a whisper in my ear…

“My King, do you have anything for your dark elf? May I taste you as you will taste me? Together? What is it a 49?”

I smiled in the dark, too tired to tease, “A 69, my dark lover.” I had returned.

We had been on our sides, and the next thing I knew, Tee had spun around, and her warm mouth had closed around my cock bringing it to hardness quickly. I found her legs and dove into her pussy with the same joy and excitement.

I licked from her clit towards her lips and then sucked her lips into my mouth, licking and laving her lips with my tongue, pushing them back and forth and dipping between them. She was already wet and dripping. My cock was hard now, and I felt her fingers tighten around my scrotum, tugging gently on my balls. Keeping them from bunching up next to my body. The skin tightens on my dick and my balls.

Just then, fingers came from behind me, tugging on my scrotum, fingers tightened around it and began gently separating my balls from my body. I became aware of my hand which now stroked my cock just as Tee had been bobbing her head. Tee Blushed as I looked at her again, like she was experiencing it too.

The tingle began in my balls. My back began tensing, my prostrate tightened, my balls fought to pull into the warm confines, and I began shooting cum out. I looked down and saw the large load I’d left all over Itzy’s quietly sleeping body.

“Quick, My King, clockwise circles.” Lady Oliviana pulled my arm forward by the wrist and I reached down to feel my warm cum on her skin. I pushed it around and around in small clockwise circles, Lady Oliviana guiding my arm to different areas, always letting me turn the circles.

Chapter Forty

The wildhounds took the lead into the dungeon. Halia held her sword, the blade humming slightly. She and the dwarves followed the wildhounds, the three werewolves surrounding them, all transformed into shaggy she-bitches fiercer than any dog. The quetzalcoatls and Baaghi took the rear.

Halia flicked her gaze around as the wildhounds moved down the stone hallway slowly. The only lights came from the lanterns the dwarves had dangling on their belts and the glow from Halia’s sword, shining in the darkness.

The walls were so much like Leo’s dungeon. The same texture. The same pattern. This could be her Lord’s dungeon, but it felt so much colder. She wasn’t welcomed here. The place hated her. Loathed her. Wanted to crush her.

“Trap,” Hela said, crouched low. She glanced up. “Earth trap. Ceiling tile falls.”

“Useful,” Vargi said as the party skirted around the trapped tile.

“Never thought I’d do it this way,” muttered Sarkz.

“Doesn’t feel right,” Hagza added, the mage walking behind Halia. “Not right at all.”

Halia bit back her retort. This was the prejudice she was here to overcome. Adventurers and monster girls working together to take down something dangerous. A rogue builder. A terrible calamity. A natural disaster, really.

Something that the world had to come together to tackle.

Bhediya growled low at Halia’s left, the werewolf stopping.

“What?” Halia asked. Her eyes flicked ahead. The wildhounds were all sniffing at the ground, moving in staggered pairs of two, their tails swishing back and forth as they padded along on all fours.

“Something,” she growled. “A whiff of a scent. Bright.”

Halia’s gaze slid around when the walls on either side of them melted away like the shimmer of a mirage. On either side of the group stood a pair of enemy monster girls. Two were glowing women with white, angelic wings. Choirs. escort şişli Level 1 Light monster girls. The other two were made of gray stone with strias of white and black, imposing and busty women.

Rock elementals. Level 1 Earth monster girls.

The two choirs sang, light dancing around them then beams of light burst from them. Halia ducked one. It flashed over her head, leaving a blur of blue across her vision. The other struck Sarkz’s ax. He used his weapon to block it and broke into a charge.

“Fractured stone!” he roared.

The rock elemental guarding that choir moved to block Sarkz only for Vargi to be on his hills. Her mighty warhammer slammed into the rock elemental’s arm. Stone cracked. The enemy monster girl recoiled in pain, shards of her limb flying through the air.

Sarkz closed the distance on the choir. Her melodic voice sang again, the light coalescing into another beam. His ax flashed.

He hewed her body in half from shoulder to hip. She screamed then vanished in a dance of motes that rained across the ground. Vargi swung her warhammer again before the sparkles all melted into the shadows, her hammer crashing into the rock elemental and throwing her back.

“Na-Nir Uzu!” Hagza chanted, her skin becoming as gray as granite. “Usu Durah!”

She threw a punch as she chanted a third spell, thrusting her fist at the other choir. A stone hurtled across the distance and smashed into the choir’s head. Her face crumpled. She flew back from the blow, feathers bursting from her white wing before she vanished.

Halia leaped into action, rushing at the rock elemental, Bhediya at her side. A blast of lightning flashed from the back of the party, spat by one of the quetzalcoatl. It struck the rock elemental and rippled uselessly across her flesh.

Bhediya leaped before Halia. The werewolf snarled escort mecidiyeköy and bit into the rock elemental’s arm. Teeth scraped on stone, yanking back the rock elemental’s limb and throwing her off-balance. Halia lifted her sword. It hummed louder as she slashed.

She cut the rock elemental in half.

Motes bursting from the dead monster girl, she grunted around to see Sarkz trip the other rock elemental with his ax, hooking her knee and yanking. She crashed down. Vargi raised her warhammer and crashed it down on the rock elemental’s head.

Stone shattered.

“Illusionary walls,” Sarkz said. “Clever use.”

“We’re in a trap room,” Halia said, looking around. “I didn’t even realize it.”

“We didn’t smell them,” Hela whimpered. “Sorry, Halia. Sorry!”

“Hardly caught a whiff of anything,” said Bhediya.

Cheekha inhaled. “Reeks of stone. Too much earth in here. Covered the scent.”

“Clever,” Baaghi said. “But still weak. Level 1 monster girls. This builder should not have offended Lord Leo.”

Halia nodded. “Be wary. Hela, keep searching for traps.”

The wildhounds yipped their agreement and found more traps as the party entered the labyrinth. Pit traps. Light beams. Falling ceiling tiles. Crushing walls. The wildhounds marked them all as the party navigated the maze, sometimes finding dead ends.

Sometimes not.

“I know why I hate this,” Hagza muttered. She nodded ahead to the wildhounds just on the edge of the light, the Darkness monster girls able to see without it. “If they die, they just go back to Leo, yes?”

Halia nodded to the mage.

“They risk nothing,” Hagza said. “Without risk, how can they care about the outcome? How can they be invested in protecting this world.”

“It’s a coward’s way,” Sarkz added. He spat on the ground.

“I’m risking my life,” Halia said. “So are you escort taksim three. Nothing for us is safe. And Leo… He can die, too. The monster girls care because he cares. Don’t forget that, adventurers. He risked his life to capture you three. To spare you. If the monster girls were just trying to kill you three, you never would have gotten so deep.”

Sarkz glanced at Halia, his face bleak. He opened his mouth.

“Choirs!” Hela barked ahead. “Two of them!”

Light burst in the darkness ahead, illuminating Hela and Du leaping forward. The beams narrowly missed them then black engulfed the battle. Songs cut off in shrieks. The other wildhounds surged forward before Halia could act.

“They’re dead!” Hela cried.

“No need for us here,” Bhediya growled. The wolf shook her head. “We should have—”

Stone ground on stone above. A ceiling tile moved out of the way as a song echoed. A beam of light shot down at Hagza. Bhediya acted before anyone else could move. Halia’s stomach just lurched when Bhediya slammed into the mage, throwing her to the side. Light smote the werewolf, her fur singeing. A second beam shot down and struck Bhediya in the head.

The werewolf collapsed and vanished in a burst of motes.

“Urudu Hum!” cried Hagza from where she lay on her back. A bar of steel flew from her and vanished into the hole in the ceiling.

A sickening crunch of flesh cut off the singing. A few motes of a dying monster girl drifted down from the hole. She panted, staring at where Bhediya had stood. Where Hagza herself had stood moments ago. She flexed her hands.

“Fractured stone and brittle granite,” she growled, Vargi thrusting out a hand to help her stand. “She saved me.”

“Lord Leo wants you protected,” snarled Cheekha.

“Guarded,” added Chaandi. A wolfish smile crossed her muzzle. “If you die, you’ll never experience his big dick.”

Hagza burst into laughter.

A sound of pure mirth. The other two dwarves picked it up then the werewolves bayed. Halia grinned, the tension bursting in her and bubbling out of her as laughter. The quetzalcoatl, slithering at the back of the party, hissed. Baaghi roared and the wildhounds yipped.

Halia hoped that Berg heard them.

Overview:

The 3rd chapter, still just day one. A normal married couple, find a magic mirror, and accidentally wish into a threesome. MFF

Warning:

This story contains a man with a magically altered penis (more than just enlarged), and magical changes to women’s bodies. I won’t spoil what the weird stuff is, I don’t think it’s too crazy. If you are looking for standard love making, or don’t like some kinds of body changes, please stop reading now.

Disclaimer:

The following contains explicit erotic scenarios, most of which are not physically possible! All characters are willing consenting adults. All situations are completely fictional, and any perceived connection to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental.

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Nick gathered ingredients from the fridge while Monica started boiling a pot of water. They worked together making a parmesan chicken pasta dish. As they cooked, their conversation became increasingly playful.

“You’re going to burn the chicken if you don’t watch it. You’re lucky I can cook,” Nick teased.

“At least I’m not the one who burned the pizza yesterday,” Monica shot back.

“There is probably something wrong with our timer,” Nick said, laughing.

They bantered as they finished cooking.

When the food was ready, they sat down, each with a glass of red wine and dug in.

“I still can’t believe what we just did. I didn’t think any of that was possible. I’m still processing it all,” Nick said.

“Did you enjoy everything, or was it too weird?” Nick continued, taking a sip of his wine.

“I think if you told me this morning you wanted to shove your dick in my nipple, I would have laughed in your face. But now that it happened,

I would never say no. It was odd, but in a good way, and damn it felt good,” Monica said.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m looking forward to that again,” Nick said.

“I’m just glad I didn’t get stuck that way,” Monica said.

They enjoyed their meal and chatted about their day. Nick’s gaze often lingered on Monica’s breasts, which were still 3 cup sizes larger than normal. They stretched out the plain v-neck t-shirt she threw on, making the neck line even lower, turning a casual shirt into a provocative top. Monica often noticed him staring at her chest, but she didn’t mind. It was nice to be admired, and she found it amusing how poorly Nick pretended to be looking elsewhere when caught. He could not keep his eyes off of her. Given no bras fit, the shirt was the only thing between him and the wonderful rack before him. He could see a faint outline of her nipples through the fabric, and he could feel his cock stiffen as he imagined ripping open the shirt letting them spill out on to the table. Nick looked at his plate to regain his composure, and kept eating.

When they finished, they collected their dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Nick grabbed Monica’s ass while she washed the pots and pans. He kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, “What is your ideal body? What do you find the most attractive?”

“You are what I am attracted to,” Monica said.

“Thank you, but I’m no hunk. I’m just an average guy. What would be a better version of me?” Nick asked.

“I’m not sure. I’ve never thought about it. I didn’t think you needed a larger dick, but that was nice,” Monica said.

“There you go. What else? Do you like more muscles, taller, a square jaw, more chest hair… less chest hair?” Nick asked.

“Honestly, I thought we were both our best when we first met. I wish we could just go back being us in our 20s,” Monica said,

“and sure a muscular chest and arms are hot, but I am not turned on by a bodybuilder,” she continued putting a hand on Nick’s chest.

Nick flexed his pecks as Monica ran her hand down and felt a new firmness under his shirt. There was more than just that though, his face seemed to soften and his hair was fuller. He was getting younger looking, and it wasn’t just him. Monica felt her own body change as well. Her legs firmed and her belly flattened. She felt younger and more energetic. Confused she pulled up Nick’s shirt to reveal a six-pack.

“Wait a minute, we changed again, but the mirror is upstairs,” Monica said.

“No, it’s right over there,” Nick said, pointing across the kitchen to where he stashed the mirror facing them.

“You sneaky bastard,” Monica said.

“What if I changed you into a different person?” Monica said.

“Hey, I’m down for it if that turns you on,” Nick said.

“Well, I like you as you, though the pecs are a nice touch,” Monica said as she rubbed her hands over his chest.

“Yeah, and look at you, it’s like you’re fresh out of college again,” Nick said as he grabbed the small of her waist and pulled her closer.

“With a much larger rack,” Monica added, as Nick ran his left hand up to the side of her breast and the other down the bostancı escort back of her shorts grabbing her ass.

“Twice already today and you’re still trying to put on the moves?” Monica said.

“Do you blame me? You are so hot,” said Nick.

Monica kissed Nick passionately as he eased his hand from Monica’s ass cheek down the back of her shorts, curling his fingers between her legs. She shifted, widening her stance a little to allow Nick to reach deeper. With his wrist on her ass, he rubbed two fingers along the lips of her pussy. Monica returned the favor, sliding a hand down Nick’s pants to find his cock already hard and beginning to bulge out from his shorts. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft with gentle pressure. Their kissing continued as they explored each other’s bodies eagerly, their hands moving with growing urgency. Monica slid off Nick’s shorts to pump his cock faster, while Nick cupped his two middle fingers to drive them in and out of her slit with quick, rhythmic motions. He used this other hand to ease Monica’s shorts slowly past her hips, exposing her shapely toned ass from her college days.

They both quickened their pace, each trying to simulate what they really wanted. Nick quickly withdrew his fingers from Monica’s body, yanked off her shirt, and moved behind her. He grabbed her tits, squeezed them firmly so she pressed against his chest, and positioned her ass against his newly enlarged penis. Monica moaned softly as Nick rubbed her nipples, and felt his cock squished between her cheeks up to the small of her back. The touch to her full breasts still carried a heightened sensitivity from the previous session. Nick then slid one hand back down to her pussy. Monica moaned as he circled her clit with well practiced motion. Next, he squat down slightly allowing his erection to slide down from her ass, then rise between her legs. She stroked his cock with both hands for a moment before leaning one hand out toward the kitchen counter and used her other hand to guide his member to the entrance wet between her legs. Nick pushed into her without hesitation. Monica moaned as she felt his enormous cock press against her pussy lips and find its way inside. The initial contact was electric, sending shivers through her body. Only a few inches deep, but the impact was profound.

Nick grabbed her hips, as she bent more and slid toward the counter, resting both her elbows on the surface while Nick pushed deep into her.

“Ahh” Nick grunted as he felt her pussy grip his cock.

He drove all the way in. Monica gasped as the full length of his cock filled her. She was still not used to having all 14 inches of him inside her. Nick pulled back slowly, getting ready to thrust back in.

“Are you doing ok?” Nick asked.

“God, yes. It feels so good,” Monica said, her voice pausing between words.

“Should I pick up the pace?” Nick asked, worried that his new member might be too large.

“Yes, go for it,” Monica said in between breaths.

“Don’t hold back. I want you to split me in two,” she continued, her voice trembling with anticipation.

“God damn,” Nick whispered, shocked by the vulgarity from his usually modest wife.

Nick followed the request and picked up his pace, thrusting into Monica with increased force. She let out a loud, pleasured cry as he drove into her again and again. Wet slapping sounds filled the kitchen as Nick cock stretched Monica out on his way in and she gripped him tight on the way out. She could feel her own orgasm building as she pushed her hips back against his thrusts. Nick’s new youth and extra strength added to the power of his movements, slamming into her with growing force. He watched as her ass shook beneath him, ripples pulsing up her body from his hips slapping into them. He could feel her pussy clamping tight around his entire cock, feeling each bump and fold as he slid in and out.

The pleasure was intensifying, but then in a snap it doubled in a sharp pulse of stimulation. It did not stop. Each thrust seemed more sensitive, more stimulating, and overwhelming than before. Nick closed his eyes and threw his head back, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations. Monica’s moans grew louder echoing in the room, her breaths coming uneven gasps as the intensity ramped up. Monica stood up and arched her back thrusting her enormous chest into the air, shaking from the sensation. Nick feeling her move put his head into her neck, grabbed both tits, and pumped his hips driving in and out of her with as much speed as possible, his release just moments away. He squeezed her tits hard, sending a shockwave through her body as the tension build to an orgasm.

“I’m cumming,” Monica cried, her voice trembling as her body shook with pleasure.

“Me too,” Nick said, whispering as he kissed the side of her neck and let his release spill into her.

Even given all they done recently, this was the most intense orgasm they had ever experienced. Nick beykoz escort was overwhelmed with bliss. It was as if his cock had more nerves than before, sending multiple waves of stimulation to his brain. His cock twitched and pulsed as he emptied himself into Monica.

Reaching down to brace himself on the counter, he instead felt Monica’s back. Confused, staring at Monica standing in front of him, he brought his hands back up and cupped Monica’s breasts again.

“What the hell?” Nick said, letting go and taking a step back.

“What?” Monica asked with an echo.

Nick looked down and saw four firm sweat glistening legs in front of him, and two dicks sliding out from two women stacked on top of each other.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered, his eyes wide as he gazed at the two cum-dripping pussies.

“Who is that?” Monica asked, looking down at the woman she was straddling.

The other woman was bent over with her arms resting on the counter.

“Oh my God,” Monica said as she turned around from the counter and looked at a twin behind her.

“How the hell are there two of me?” Both Monicas said in unison, staring at each other in shock.

“I don’t know,” Nick said, his eyebrows raised in disbelief.

“And look, I have two dicks. I was fucking both of you at the end,” he said, holding one cock in each hand.

“Holy shit… Nick… You literally split me into two!” Monica said, her voice filled with awe and confusion.

“Wow… Wait, which one of you is the real Monica?” Nick asked, his eyes wide looking back and forth between the two women.

“We both are,” Monica near the counter said.

Then the other Monica added, “It’s like I’m in two places at the same time. It’s kinda confusing.”

Nick grabbed the Monica next to him by the waist, looked into the eyes of the other Monica by the counter, and asked, “Do you feel this?”

“Yeah,” she said as she startled and looked down, placing a hand on her own waist where Nick had touched the other girl.

“And do you feel this too?” Nick asked as he moved his hand down to Monica’s pussy and slid in a finger while staring deeply into the other woman’s eyes.

“Oh, yes,” the Monica at the counter whimpered, her gaze losing focus.

After regaining composure, she said, “And I can also do this.” The Monica getting fingered turned to Nick and kissed him. Their tongues met in a passionate kiss. Nick pulled back and said, “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Honestly, I’m kinda freaked out, but so many weird things have happened, I think I am numb to the crazy,” Monica said as she kissed Nick again, sliding her tongue into his mouth.

While they made out, the other Monica moved to Nick’s side.

“Plus, I’m pretty sure I now have the libido from when I was in my 20s, and this is seriously turning me on,” she whispered into his ear as she rubbed her fingers along both his shafts and watched her other self wiggle her tongue in his mouth.

“Fuck, it is so hot to be with two of you,” Nick said as he grabbed both of the Monicas by the hand and pulled them over to the couch.

One of them pulled Nick down into the middle seat and resumed making out with him. The other went straight down to his crotch and started sucking his lower cock while stroking the one on top. Monica stopped her kiss for a second and gasped as the other drove her mouth deep onto Nick’s cock. They both were feeling the pleasure of Nick’s cock sliding deep into her throat. She was still not used to how good it felt to swallow his cock. The mirror’s changes gave her all the sensations of a massive cock fucking her, and it made both of her actual pussies wet. She wanted to feel it for real.

Monica stopped her kiss and pushed Nick over, making him lie across the couch.

“Whoa, you’re almost rough,” Nick said.

“Sorry,” both Monicas said.

“No, not you,” Nick said, looking at the one that was sucking and jerking him off.

“So, me?” the other Monica said as she straddled Nick and sat on his chest.

“I wish I had a way to tell you apart,” Nick grunted, trying to focus while the blowjob and hand job resumed.

The wet sucking sounds and slick strokes became the backdrop to their conversation.

“We are both me. It doesn’t matter which you’re talking to,” the Monica on top of him said.

“Yeah, but when I say “you,’ both of you respond,” Nick lamented.

Before he even started talking, the mirror rippled to heed his original request. The Monica sucking away at his dick began to change. Her hair became longer and blonde, and her skin darker and tan, like Monica was once before they got married. That summer when she dyed her hair and experimented with tanning beds.

“Looks like you got your wish,” the redhead said.

There was no need for her to look back because the blonde could see the change, which meant the redhead saw it too. The redhead then lifted her hips and the blonde stroked Nick’s top dick in the direction kurtköy escort of the redhead’s pussy. The whole time, the blonde kept driving her head up and down on his cock as she guided the head of Nick’s top cock into her other self’s pussy. She rubbed her other clit as it descended. It felt like masturbating even tough she was touching another body.

It was a bit disorienting squatting down in one body and watching her move, while bobbing her head up and down in another. They were not two different people. They were just two parts of the same person. They were both Monica. What one saw, they both saw. What one felt, they both felt.

As Monica pushed down onto the cock and began sliding back up, it felt a little like patting your head and rubbing your belly. It took a lot of concentration to give a blowjob and ride a dick at the same time with two bodies. Thinking so hard distracted her from how good it felt to be fucked by two cocks at once, even if one was in her mouth. The Monicas eventually found a rhythm and began to move in unison. Pulling back and then slamming down rhythmically to both Nick’s dicks at the same time. The pleasure from this was evident now. The redhead moaned as she propped up a bit and increased the pace. She could feel a burn in her thighs from the repetitive squats. It’s a good thing she had her younger body, she would not even attempt this anymore. Nick looked up at the massive breasts swaying from his gorgeous 20-something wife, and then down at his two slick shining cocks sliding in and out of Monica’s pussy and mouth. He could feel a wave of pleasure building and knew he was about to cum, but wasn’t ready to end this round.

“Let’s switch things up,” Nick said.

“What do you have in mind?” the redhead asked.

“Blondie, begin riding me while the redhead and I 69,” Nick said.

Both Monicas looked at each other and then at Nick.

“You might be having too much fun with this,” The redhead said as she spun around and directed her pussy toward Nick’s mouth.

Once in position, the blonde moved up to straddle Nick. She moved into position, hovering over his lower cock, while the redhead got into position above his upper cock. The redhead gave Nick’s upper dick a few strokes and held the bottom part firm while the blonde lowered down on it. There was no need to take it slow. The blonde was already dripping wet and ready to take the whole thing. As she squatted all the way down with Nick filling her, both Monicas moaned. All 14 inches of Nick’s cock was buried in her. Despite having done it several times today, it felt unexpectedly good. The redhead was also in a good position, and Nick extended his tongue to lick the folds of Monica’s pussy and her clit. She lowered her head to envelop Nick’s upper cock into her mouth. She started to move down when the blonde grabbed her red head with both hands and pushed her down, using the force to lift herself up. Then, as the redhead slid her mouth upward, the blonde slammed her pussy back down, filling herself again with his cock. They continued their seesaw motion, with Monica pushing and pulling her mouth while using that momentum to slide pussy up and down.

Nick overstimulated was furiously licking at the redhead’s clit. The back-and-forth tug-of-war on both dicks was so intense he knew he couldn’t last, but he was determined to make Monica cum first. He reached down and slid his hands between him and the redhead so he could feel the breasts pressing against his stomach. The strategy was working. He could already hear Monica moan as he flicked his fingers across redhead’s nipples, giving the sensation of getting her clit rubbed.

“I’m close,” Monica said.

“I could blow any second,” Nick said.

“Ohhhhhh,” Monica moaned.

Nick sucked on Monica’s clit and started thrusting his hips up and down, disrupting the rhythm. The redhead pushed down on Nick’s cock as she began to shake, and the blonde arched her back, squeezing her own tits as she gasped for air.

“I’m cumming,” Monica said.

Nick thrust faster in and out of the Monicas as his balls throbbed. Monica’s pussy tightened around his cock as she came, pushing him over the edge. He felt his cocks pulse and pushed up one more time, releasing his load into Monica’s throat and deep in her pussy. He hugged the redhead tightly around her waist and grunted with his mouth pressed firmly into her crotch as he came down her throat again. The blonde leaned forward, bracing herself on the readheads back, as she felt another blast of cum warm her abdomen. Monica was dizzy from the multitude of stimulations. One last spasm shot a final spurt of cum from both of Nick’s dicks as he laid his head back and relaxed.

The redhead pulled Nick’s cock out of her mouth and slid out from between her double. She stood up so the blonde could lie down on top of Nick. His cock never leaving her. The blonde held Nick and kissed his neck.

“Wow, that was amazing. I’m exhausted and need a drink,” the redhead said as she turned and walked to the kitchen.

Nick and the blonde made out while the redhead got a drink of water. The redhead returned and lay down on top of the blonde.

“I’m ready to be put back together,” the redhead said as she pressed her hands into the back of the blonde’s hands, aligning her legs with the blonde’s.

“How wonderful to see you again honey,” the imposing old lady announced warmly.

Dean looked around nervously, hoping that her voice wouldn’t attract unwanted attention.

Doctor Proudcoven was more than a head taller than him in her platform heels and her white hair was bound in a single plat that ran down her back, almost touching her enormous backside. Her obese frame made Dean feel small, powerless and repulsed all at once. Next to her, he felt like the stereotypical gold digger and hoped that nobody would recognize him.

Her shape was intimidating and distinctly feminine. Dean knew that it was common for ladies to exaggerate their own feminine endowments with extra padding in the hips and bust of a dress. Despite their size, her breasts could not hide her large belly. And her hips appeared more than twice the width of Dean’s fashionably lean frame.

He was accustomed to ladies being larger than him but Dr Proudcoven bested him in every dimension by a significant margin. He never understood the fascination that femme had with appearing tall and wide, and had always found lean femme to be much more attractive. But in the femme professional world, a large imposing frame conveyed dominance and success. It showed that she rejected old-fashioned expectations of feminine beauty. A powerful lady like her felt no need to cater to masculine preferences. She was above that; above them.

Dean’s mind was racing through every possible scenario, imagining how he could defend himself if she attacked him. He knew that he probably couldn’t overpower her, but his superior athleticism would allow him to easily get away from her if he had to.

She placed her hand half on his back and half on his buttock causing him to jump slightly before restraining himself. A mixture of emotions came flooding back as he let the sixty-something lady hold his flesh possessively for all to see. In an instant, he felt powerless, violated, repulsed, but somehow secure. Underneath the fear and disgust, Dean missed the simple easy life as one of lady Lockwood’s ‘Play Puppies’.

With his arms folded in front of himself, he stepped away slightly only for her to move subtly after him. He wondered what the ladies behind them thought about him, he looked like a gold digger preying on a lonely old lady. And no casual observer would assume that she was interested in him for intelligent conversation.

As they approached the front of the queue they stood next to a black poster with three boys wearing pink g-strings and pink body-paint saying the words’Queen voters only’. Bold pink text at the top read’Femme rights are sexy again’. The restaurant had posted it proudly on their street-facing façade.

Dean looked away and pretended that he didn’t see it. He reminded himself why he was here.

“Just enough to get those social credit points and for her to pay for the surgery. No more, no less,” he thought.

Once at the front of the line, the young host boy took a long couple of moments to check the reservations on the pad. It wasn’t clear to Dean if he was new to the job or if he was just a bit slow.

“Okay, this way,” he announced with an inviting hand.

“First job out of school sweet heart?” Doctor Proudcoven leaned in and gave his bicep a squeeze. It was much bigger than Dean’s; much closer to the ideal size in the eyes of most femme. Her eyes lingered on the masculine veins in his forearms.

The waiter nodded with an embarrassed smile.

Dean wished that he could spend more time in the gym, but only seemed to be working longer and longer hours every year.

“Not to worry, with looks like yours I’m sure that you will do fine,” she chuckled.

The waiter reciprocated with an artificial laugh that Doctor Proudcoven appeared to interpret as genuine. That kept a confident smile painted on her face.

Dean could see her eyes follow his muscular butt as he led them through the restaurant. His shorts were skin tight and barely covered his ideal young flesh. As they moved toward the back of the restaurant, several ladies turned their heads to follow the host.

Looking around, Dean immediately noticed that the place was filled with wealthy older ladies. He caught several of them staring at him also. Every table had at least one lady above the age of 40. In today’s world only older femme could afford such opulence. Since the genetic improvements, older people just weren’t retiring. This made it difficult for the next generation to move up the ladder.

The lighting was low and golden in the back corner of the restaurant. Dean was surprised to see several couples of old ladies and young males sitting together in small tables made for two. They were made of dark intricately carved wood.

“Welcome to the lovers lounge. A more intimate setting, perfect for your romantic evening,” the waiter announced.

Dean wanted to run and hide.

“But where not-” Dean was interrupted by the louder voice of Doctor Proudcoven.

“Oh perfect!” she said, “Thanks hunn.”

The waiter kadıköy escort pulled out a chair for her and she gladly sat down.

“Oh what a well behaved boy you are. I wish I could get help like you at home.”

The boy forced a chuckle before walking away.

Dean found refuge in the menus that lay before him as soon as he sat down. He picked one of them up before reading that it was for beverages.

“Keen for a drink I see!” she said before clicking her fingers for the host boy to return.

“Hey honey, be a doll and fetch us a bottle of your 85 Merlot Premium Grade.”

Dean shot up in his seat in response to her presumptuous order but the waiter nodded and was gone before he could gather his thoughts to insist against it.

He was sure that she wanted to get him drunk and take advantage of him. His stomach churned at the thought of the fat old hag having her way with him. He swallowed hard and tried to distract himself with the mains menu.

“You look very handsome this evening,” she smiled, “Those ladies over there were all looking at your butt you know. They’re all jealous of me. But only I understand how hard you had to work for it,” She added with a slightly raised chin and a sideways look to the table opposite.

He didn’t know how to respond. He felt small and powerless, yet oddly affirmed. He forced his mind from uncomfortable thoughts and turned his attention back to the menu.

He was genuinely shocked at the price tag on some of the menu items. Dr Proudcoven was apparently wealthier than he initially realized. Normally he would be impressed but he knew that it didn’t matter, he knew that she was a manipulative and evil lady who would take advantage of her position of power over him any chance she got.

Dean’s cock began to stir slightly. He shifted in his seat and rearranged his underwear to accommodate. He felt repulsed by her and despised himself for reacting with mindless submission.

“What kind of a boy would react like this to such an ugly, old and arrogant Lady!” he silently berated himself.

She stopped a waiter and ordered two entrées from him. Her eyes followed the server as he made his way back to the kitchen then fixed on Dean. He looked out the window to observe twilight taking hold as the sun was replace by the street lights. He could feel her arrogantly staring into him as he tried to distract himself from the thought that she knew every part of him; even more than he did.

“So tell me some more about yourself, Dean Johnson. How is the feminine entertainment business treating you?” she wasted no time probing him.

“Well, I’m not in that field anymore. I work in advertising at Aphrodite campaigns,” he did his best to hide his anger towards her incredulous question.

“I’m sure that all of the Ladies appreciate having you as their receptionist,” her eyes wandered down to his tight-fitting shirt that revealed his firm and youthful pectoral muscles.

Dean opened his mouth to correct her but remembered that everything she said was accurate. He had recently been moved back to reception, so all he could do was grimace slightly.

“Is it a busy job? It must be challenging for a boy to keep up with such a competitive industry. Organizing entertainment and catering, answering the phone for some very important ladies. It must be a real challenge for you,” she said in a congratulatory tone.

“Well, I worked really hard through college and after graduation,” he added flatly.

“I… I bet.”

A lightning fast smirk broke free from her mouth, sending wrinkles across her leathery face. It appeared as though she was about to make a joke but forced herself to stifle it.

The waiter returned with a bottle of red wine and two glasses and began to pour it for them. He was closer to Dean but walked over to Dr Proudcoven to pour hers first.

“Would you like to order?” he placed the bottle back on the table and looked at her as he spoke.

“No thank you, we will finish our entrées first. Once this bottle is empty we will order, don’t disturb us before then,” she commanded confidently with a manicured index finger.

“Certainly my lady,” he replied with a timid bow and moved on without so much as a glance towards Dean.

He began to eat his entrée first so that he could dilute the wine.

“So, how are you finding the practice you work at?” Dean cringed when he heard himself utter such a boringly awkward question.

Her eyes lit up, “Good, not like back in Germany. I was trained over there before the fall. They were decades ahead of us in phalicological research! Fortunately I got a job over here before things fell apart.”

Dean nodded solemnly, unsure if he should be empathetic. But she kept on talking like it was nothing.

“Did you know that penis size is inversely correlated with IQ, but positively correlated with progressive political and religious values?”

“Sorry,” she sighed, “I mean.. boys with bigger cocks are dumber and more likely ümraniye escort to follow Dibella and vote Femme Lib. It really goes to show the negative effects of rigid logical male thinking.”

Rage almost bubbled to the surface, but he reminded himself that the entire date was a test. He just had to play the part.

“Wow,” Dean feigned interest but was furious inside. He stared at the menu and reminded himself of the goal; getting that damn piercing removed, and getting his social credit score back in the green. A contentious conversation was the last thing he wanted.

“Yeah. American scientists are only just discovering this now. But it’s been in the German literature for decades! “

“Interesting,” he said.

Dean could tell that she was putting on a brave face, they both knew that Europe had descended into chaos. Very little news ever made it out, but from what he had gathered, many millions had died from starvation and violence since the collapse of the entire continent. He immediately regretted his question when he saw the suppressed pain in her eyes.

“I have been pleasantly surprised by how things have progressed here. It’s no longer such a regressive patriarchy, but a living democracy that is changing to meet the future. Now America leads the world culturally.”

She sounded like someone from a political infomercial; Dean found this disconcerting.

He was also concerned to see that she wasn’t eating or drinking yet. He had already finished his starter and was ready to get on to the bottle of wine so that he could avoid uncomfortable conversation. He tried to move things along and raised his glass for a toast.

“To a happy evening,” he forged a smile.

“To a magical evening,” she countered as she tapped glasses and they gave off a high-pitched note together.

Dean drank a mouthful, then two, then a third. It was stronger than expected and it caused him to grimace. He looked to Dr Proudcoven to find that she had only taken a tiny sip to wet her wrinkled lips. She gazed back at him with predatory desire but he could not meet her eyes.

She knew his most intimate parts, parts that had fully surrendered to her despite his opposite will. Her confidence came off as entitlement to him, and he certainty didn’t find her attractive.

Never the less, somewhere deep down inside himself, all that mattered was the fact that she had power over him. Her eyes were filled with a desire that wanted to reproduce itself within him, changing him into something else, something that would fulfil all of her selfish desires. He had been down that road before, and some deep part of himself was still down there, beckoning him to surrender.

Dean’s chest felt tight and his heart began to pump harder. He wanted to run, go home and never speak to her again, but he steeled himself.

Looking around, it occurred to Dean that Dr Proudcoven shouldn’t be able to afford such a lavish restaurant for their date. At least not on the salary of a phalicologist. A profession like that was very popular amongst femme, resulting in an oversupply of qualified phalicologists that drove salaries down.

Either there was something that she wasn’t telling him or she was investing in him more than he realised.

Much to his relief, she finally began to eat her starter.

They began to speak some more about the differences between American culture and the culture of Europe before the crash. This was much more comfortable for Dean. In that time, he had almost completely finished his glass of wine.

Dr Proudcoven picked up the half empty bottle of merlot and topped up his glass. Her glass was still three quarters full and Dean was already beginning to feel a little lightheaded as he watched the burgundy liquid swirl and settle in the glass.

Fear of losing control continued to build inside of him but he expressed his thanks as a gentleman should.

She manoeuvred the conversation towards his family. Dean explained how he never knew his dad.

“Well, you had your mother growing up, that’s the main thing. Tell me about her,” she probed.

Dean was beginning to feel relaxed and answered her question without thinking, “Well, she is very religious.”

“Oh really?! That’s becoming more common these days,” her genuine surprise was expressed by her raised eyebrows.

“So she’s a sister?”

Dean paused for a moment desperately thinking of a way to deflect the conversation elsewhere.

He nodded reluctantly.

“Oh really!?” she was surprised once more.

Her eyes came alive and a joyful smile spread across her face.

Dean could see her mind ticking over. Wondering how a daughter of Dibella could allow her son to fall into such a demeaning career as a porn star. Wondering if he still harboured a desire to worship and submit to all things feminine. Wondering if his performances were more than merely an act.

“I am also a Noblefemme! And I’m now about to officially be ordained a witch of the ataşehir escort temple and start studying to be a Gynarch one day! I would love to meet your mother!” she beamed.

“Oh, she… we don’t talk anymore,” he said soberly.

“Oh Goddess, I see. I’m so sorry,” she leaned forward to hold Dean’s hand with both of hers.

Dean could see that she was less than surprised to hear that he didn’t have a relationship with her.

“What lady in her right mind would not disown such a whore,” he thought to himself.

“Maybe one day you will see each other again. Given the right circumstances, a mother can be more forgiving than any male can understand,” she soothed him.

Dean frowned. He knew which scripture in the Dibellan sacred text she was subtly referencing. He didn’t believe a word of what she was saying but he forced himself to give a hopeful nod and a fake smile.

He wanted to stop drinking but taking another sip of his wine was the only way that he could distract himself. Then another larger sip. Talking about his mother only reminded him of the lack of feminine affection in his life. It felt like a giant hole in his heart opening up and Dr Proudcoven was peering into it. She knew everything about his body, now his heart was being vulnerably laid bare.

She leaned back in her chair for a moment and smiled comfortably.

Dean felt tense. This was the last thing that he wanted to talk about and he wasn’t willing to wait for her to finish the wine. He took another big gulp and reminded himself of Riya Patel. His boss was the only femme that showed him love and respect, she was wealthy and had plenty to offer. He had never appreciated her more than in this moment. She was not an attractive lady but still much better looking than Dr Proudcoven. Most of all she offered him something that was most important. Respect.

He reminded himself that Riya would never manipulate him like this. She was his best hope for freedom and happiness; that was becoming clearer to him by the day.

“I’ve seen plans for the new Dibellan temple in Gynohale, it’s just gorgeous. It’s going to be just around the corner from the current one and will be the biggest in the world. And the artwork will be breathtaking; The atrium will have a mural of the eternal ladder of being standing twenty meters high!” her eyes wide with childlike excitement.

“The congregation is growing too fast to keep up! With so many sisters joining there is huge demand for Witches and Gynarchs to minister,” she beamed.

Thoughts of his youth came back to him. How he had swallowed the sexist teachings of the church of Dibella in his childhood, only to realise their bigotry in his teenage years. Dean felt rage building inside of himself.

“So you said that you are a Noblefemme. You think that you are superior to me?” He straightened himself defiantly as he spoke.

She stared him in the eye, “I know I am.”

“Well I think it’s immoral. You don’t have the right to own another person and attempt to justify it by claiming that its part of your identity. What about the identity of the male? Don’t his rights matter?” he protested.

The wine was clearly loosening his tongue and he felt another wave of lightheadedness. He felt like an observer, witnessing his own rage take over. That observer knew that he was in trouble, he knew that he couldn’t afford to antagonize her.

She shifted to a slightly aggressive tone, “A typical male-rights argument. Always from the male perspective, never considering others. Your disagreement only comes from a place of selfishness and pride, not love. You are speaking from the fallen masculine state that cares only for the ego, with no regard for the natural order of things. But the Goddess is reasserting her natural order on the world.”

She shook her head.

“My silly boy. For your sake, I hope that you will repent before the time comes. But I know that there is still a good boy inside of you. I’ve seen you serve Dibella with humble selflessness before. I still enjoy your body of work you know. But you have strayed and will be damned for all eternity if you continue down this path. But it’s still not too late to be saved from that Dean.”

She reached out to place a compassionate hand on his but he pulled away and placed it in his lap.

“These are all crazy delusions. Don’t you know how irrational you sound!? I know that you don’t actually care about me,” he snapped.

“Ha”, she scoffed, “Masculine rationality is an inferior mode of thought. Feminine intuition is much more enlightened and sophisticated. Here you are, a primitive male, thinking that we are having a debate. There is no debate, no discussion. How can I discuss the color pink with a blind lady? In the same way, I can’t debate these deep truths with a boy because boys are spiritually blind. The Goddess intended for blind boys to be led by her faithful daughters.”

Dean took another sip of his wine and looked away with a cold stare. All thoughts of his objectives had been washed away.

“I am just trying to guide you back down the path of truth. Every day, more and more males are finding truth through a spirit of obedience.”

She pulled out her phone and opened an application with a red logo that read,SubHub. Then the screen filled with scantily-clad young males and Dean immediately looked away.

Staring at the mess Eon had left on the floor wasn’t going to make it any cleaner. Conall unsteadily rose to his feet, biting his lip when he felt his hard-on rub against his underwear with every movement. He looked down. There was a wet spot on the front of his trousers. Just as well he hadn’t stood up in front of Eon. He didn’t know how he would have reacted if they’d looked at him and commented on it.

Awkwardly Conall walked over to his office door, glanced out, and closed it. The hallway beyond was completely empty, however they managed that vanishing trick. Metahuman bullshit, maybe. Thank goodness he hadn’t heard of any of the metahumans in containment in Phi-2 being capable of doing the same; it would have made any attempt to revise the containment procedures completely pointless. Conall went to the cupboard where he knew the cleaning staff left supplies. Plastic bags, disposable gloves, disinfectant spray, a roll of paper towel… That should do.

He put on some gloves and gingerly shoved the chair cushion in the plastic bag. It was soaked. With his face hot, he sprayed and wiped down the entire wooden chair. There was nothing he could do about the scratches left on the armrests, but having an antique chair in an office had been a bad idea anyway.

The floor… There was a lot to clean. He did his best not to think too hard about what he was cleaning. Most of it he wiped up with some paper towel before at all bothering to start spraying disinfectant. The used towels went carefully into the plastic bag. There were probably more precautions he should have been taking, but he wasn’t about to tell the team that dealt with metahuman clean-ups that he let one nut all over his office floor.

Standing once he was done scrubbing the floor made it clear that his other ‘problem’ hadn’t gone away. It seemed somehow unfair that he hadn’t gotten any less hard while cleaning ejaculate off his office floor. Shame-faced, Conall peeled off the disposable gloves and chucked them into the plastic bag, then put on another pair before picking up the bag itself. Couldn’t be too careful, in case anything had gotten on it.

After sticking his head out the office door and making sure the hallway was empty, Conall strode to the bathroom as quickly as he could while still looking unhurried.

Nobody in there. Thank fuck. He chucked the plastic bag and its questionable contents into the bin next to the sink. Then the gloves. Then he washed his hands for good measure. Then he locked himself into a stall.

He was still mercilessly hard. As he unzipped his slacks and pulled down his underwear, he bit the inside of his cheek to not make a sound. God, he was really about to do this. Jerking off in the bathroom stall. It wasn’t like it never happened onsite – he knew some researchers let off steam that way, hooked up with each other, whatever – it was a part of working in a facility where many of the research subjects were extremely fucking horny all the time – but he’d always thought he was above that himself. Conall took a shaky breath. Apparently not.

Apparently he’d just never had a metahuman narrate their self-seduction for him before. Apparently that was all it took to make him the kind of person who masturbated at work.

He palmed his erection and tried not to whimper, legs going weak at even that simple touch. Fuck, he was in a bad way if that affected him so much. Bracing his other arm against the stall door, he rolled his thumb over the head of his cock and coaxed more pre out, spreading it so he wasn’t jerking off dry. His mouth kept wanting to fall open to pant and moan. He clenched his jaw and started to move his hand.

It was all because of Eon that he was such a mess. Eon… Oh fuck, the way they moaned his name. That had no right to be as hot as it was. His dick twitched at the memory. He swallowed another moan and sped up.

‘Con – Conall.’

He couldn’t stop thinking about it. He could picture exactly how their eyes had rolled back and their tongue lolled out as they came. And his name, the way they said his name. It was so fresh in his mind he could hear it as if they were in the room with him. It looped in his mind over and over as he chased his peak.

‘Conall.’

It was almost embarrassing how close he was already. He dug the nails of his free hand into the paint on the bathroom door.

That brought him back a little to where he was. If he came like this, it would end up all over the door. Shit. He turned around unsteadily and braced himself on the cistern instead, aiming for the toilet bowl. Not exactly glamorous but his hard-on didn’t care so neither did he.

‘Conall. Conall. Conall!’

Why did they have to say his name? It was going to turn up in his dreams, play on loop in his fantasies. It felt too good to have someone call his name like that after so long, way too good. Too good having Eon call his name like that. His stomach clenched with kartal escort arousal, and he took a harsh little breath. Almost.

Fuck, what if they saw him like this. Fuck.

‘Oh, Conall,’ they’d purr, voice throaty with arousal. He closed his eyes and imagined their expression, their piercing eyes looking down on him, sharp and satisfied at seeing his lack of restraint. ‘Good boy.’

Good boy, Conall. It was a line of lightning down his spine. His hips jerked forward. His knees went weak. Just like that he came, with a silent cry of ‘Eon’ on his lips.

His higher thought checked out of the building, leaving him mindlessly fucking his own hand. It felt good. No thinking, just touching himself. He kept going until there was nothing left and it got too uncomfortable. The warm thick clouds over his mind started to dissipate.

Conall’s chest heaved as he came to his senses and opened his eyes to look at the toilet bowl. Eugh, he’d gotten some on the seat.

Mechanically he grabbed some toilet roll and wiped it off, chucked it in the bowl, then sprayed some toilet seat cleaner on a tissue and gave the whole seat a wipe down. His brain was starting to catch up with his body by the time he was done.

Did he really just… He really did just jerk off to the thought of his former colleague turned metahuman. God. That was definitely crossing some sort of line.

He couldn’t deny that it felt good, but it was crossing a line.

Not, not with Eon, it was pretty clear they wouldn’t mind (he thought of his name on their lips as they came). Hell, they’d probably even find it flattering. But it was a line he didn’t even know he had. Or known he’d needed in the first place. And he’d crossed it.

He wasn’t going to think about Eon next time. He just wasn’t. And he definitely needed to avoid meeting them in person again.

Fuck, maybe if he had taken Oskar up on his offer this wouldn’t have happened. Conall wouldn’t have been all pent-up, and he could have reacted normally to Eon’s whole… Thing. Even as he thought it, Conall still didn’t feel right about the idea of fucking someone who was technically his employee. So that was a complete non-starter.

There had to be some way for Conall to ensure that he’d be more. Normal. In how he thought about Eon in the future. He’d figure it out.

As he washed his hands, he resolved that what had happened was a fluke. Conall was not the kind of person who jerked off at work.

–

It was a challenge to email Eon and not think about what happened the day before.

It was a lot simpler to not mention what happened, despite Conall having a lingering paranoia that they’d somehow know what he’d done after they left. Although, perhaps paranoia wasn’t quite the right word; it was a complicated feeling, and Conall didn’t want to examine too closely what else was tangled up with it. In the end he fell back on social niceties to get him through the minor ordeal that was trying to sound casual while sending an email to someone he’d so recently had ‘thoughts’ about.

“Dear Eon,

I wanted to thank you for taking the time to elaborate on your part in events and your perspective on Epsilon-1’s loss to metahuman influence. (Of course you wouldn’t consider it a ‘loss’, but to Orpheus it undoubtedly is.) While your visit was highly unexpected, it was -“

Conall stared into space, struggling to find a word that had no sexual implications.

“- illuminating, I must say. It has definitely given me some points to consider in terms of the security of my site.”

Or it would, if Conall could stop his mind wandering every single time he tried to remember anything in specific which Eon had said.

“Again, I have to offer my gratitude for providing such valuable information, despite it running counter to your goals.”

Frankly, Conall had his doubts about that, even if he said it to be polite – it had to be some sort of a plot that he couldn’t figure out. They were a demonic metahuman, if appearances were anything to go by. It would be stranger if there wasn’t any kind of trickery involved. He simply didn’t know what the trick was yet.

Alright, time to steer back to safer waters.

“Now that I have some time in the evenings again, are there any particular movies you would recommend? Or favourites, perhaps. You’ve mentioned a fair few but it’s hard to know where to start.

Kind regards,

Conall”

It was short, but he had managed to sound relatively normal in the email so he called it a success and then sat at his computer and tried to bend his thoughts in a useful direction that was unrelated to his or anyone else’s dick.

There was something that had bothered him about Eon’s story, if only he could remember what it was. It was hard not to get distracted recalling the more salacious aspects. Even how Eon’s tone of voice had woven through the description maltepe escort of the less ‘exciting’ parts in an eager, sensual way made it difficult to keep a clear head about those details.

If he could just clear his mind enough to focus on the content and not the delivery of it. Perhaps if he wore himself out, he’d be able to consider what they’d said more dispassionately once the endorphins had worn off. It was called post-nut clarity after all.

Not tonight, though… Not so soon after emailing Eon. If he did it so soon, his thoughts would definitely wander back to them. That felt dangerous.

–

Trying not to blink for an entire day would be easier than trying not to think of his former colleague getting off right in front of his eyes.

It was terribly distracting. Conall would be sitting at his desk working, and then glance up from his computer and recall that he’d sat in the exact same place while Eon sat across from him. He’d swapped out the visitor’s chair with a more modern one, placing the other one in a store room where the scratches on the armrests couldn’t taunt him, but that hadn’t done much to dampen the memory from only a few days before.

So he had to muddle through his work all day with an awkward boner and repeatedly will it to go away before he went to lunch or any meetings or left in the evening despite the discomfort of not showing it any attention. Then do that all over again whenever he remembered Eon moaning his name with their cock dripping all over the floor of his office. There was one way he could have made it easier on himself, but – there was no way on earth he was going to jerk off at work again, even for some temporary relief.

It made for a trying day. At least when he got home in the evening he could do something about how on edge he was.

He made sure to have dinner first. Then he sat at his computer desk, a tube of lube and a box of tissues close to hand, and did something about it. What he did was go to PornClub and, with his face burning, type ‘good boy’ into the search bar. The quantity of results was almost overwhelming, but he picked one that looked hot. ‘Jack Orff shows his new master what a good boy he can be.’

Conall watched with quietly embarrassed lust as ‘Jack’ whined and wiggled his hips to make his tail plug wag back and forth, leaning into the broad hand of his master as he was promised a treat if he behaved. Neoprene pup hoods had always struck him as sort of silly, and as he pushed down his trousers and underwear that impression didn’t change, but there was no denying that the whole scene made his cock hard, twitching every time those two particular words were uttered. Good boy.

Jack’s master pulled out the plug and fingered his hole before filling it roughly. Conall panted, slicking up his cock and starting to stroke himself as he watched with glazed eyes as the pup onscreen started to bounce on his master’s cock, leash jangling with every motion. Conall let out a little whine as he imagined himself in the actor’s place, being praised for doing good, no worries in his head except how best to please. It was easy to get absorbed in the actions on screen as he stroked his cock steadily, for once not thinking of anything except for how hot it was. As he got closer, he clenched around nothing as he imagined he was the one getting fucked.

It would feel so good to get filled like that. Collar tugged on, making him moan as he was told how good he was doing, how hot he looked like that, how well he took a cock. Or he could be ordered to please a master, fucking them like a good pet as they held his leash.

Conall whimpered and came into his hand with an abrupt snap forward of his hips, the rush of pleasure making him close his eyes while his computer kept playing the moans of the actors in the background. Afterwards, while he cleaned his hands and tucked himself away, he still felt a little simmer of arousal in the background. Maybe next time if he gave his prostate attention too, it would be even more satisfying. For now it was enough.

With a slight feeling of embarrassment tempered by his more relaxed mood, he closed the PornClub tab. Well, damn. Looks like the reason petplay never did much for him before was because he’d imagined himself on the wrong side of the leash the whole time.

Who said you couldn’t learn new things about yourself in your 40s?

But he could examine that realisation more another time. He hadn’t forgotten the point of jerking off in the first place. Conall took a drink of water, head a little fuzzy but mostly clear of distractions, and furrowed his brow as he tried to remember what was so off about Eon’s account of events.

Thankfully he wasn’t able to get hard again so soon, meaning that he could actually think. Well, sort of, after muddling through the fuzziness and the desire to go for a nap. He could at least recall pendik escort what Eon had said without sliding right into arousal.

Now that he could, he realised one very odd thing – in Eon’s entire account, they never once mentioned having had physical contact with a metahuman. They had locked their door at the first sign of a breach. Their transformation appeared to have occurred spontaneously. That was troubling.

Of course, they could have had some contact with a disguised metahuman earlier in the day – there was at least one in the security team, there was nothing to say that other staff hadn’t also hidden their metahuman status – but the transformation didn’t tend to happen from something so mundane as shaking a person’s hand or brushing past them in the hallway. Or at least, not usually. Somehow, he couldn’t imagine Eon succumbing so easily.

His brow furrowed as he thought about it more. What it came down to was the question of how becoming a metahuman worked – how the metamorphosis was triggered and transmitted. Being a metahuman was communicable, but it wasn’t a disease, or at least Conall didn’t think so. Some researchers still treated it like one and when Orpheus was founded it had been on that assumption, but in the modern day there were more than a few ideas about how any of it even worked, and no real consensus on anything except which containment strategies appeared to be effective. Minimising contact helped reduce the risk of transformation significantly, which inclined Conall to think that contact was necessary, either with a metahuman or a metahuman-influenced artefact, but Eon’s case unsettled him.

All he could be sure of at the moment was that he needed to catch up on the state of the debate about what caused the transformation. That went right to the top of the list of tasks for the next afternoon, barring any sudden meetings Conall would need to attend. There had been a significant number of those following the fall of Epsilon-1.

–

“Contact theory.” “Desire theory.” “Combined theory.” “Spontaneous theory.”

Conall’s brain was melting after reading too many research papers giving out about other research papers giving out about yet more research papers.

It would be a lot easier if the researchers who cared enough to write the things didn’t seem to consist almost entirely of catty assholes who were convinced that anyone with a differing hypothesis might as well have a hole in their skull. At the very least it was easy to tell which camp the authors fell into based on which one they called a theory while they relegated the rest to the status of hypothesis or worse. He’d seen the very unacademic phrase ‘cockamamie bullshit’ used at least once.

The one thing that seemed to unite the vast majority of researchers was a disdain for the idea that metahuman transformation could occur spontaneously with no identifiable trigger. He’d even seen it compared to the pre-germ theory concept of miasma, and while the level of barely disguised sneering hidden behind the academic phrasing was a bit much for Conall, he did have to agree that it sounded like nonsense. People didn’t transform into metahumans for no reason, that much was clear. There was an internal logic to it, of a sort.

What he really hoped was that the “Contact theory” was correct. He’d been operating under its assumptions all along, particularly in how he was approaching the challenge of patching his site’s security, but Eon’s account of events had shaken his surety in it. Not only had they apparently avoided direct contact with any metahumans, they’d placed such emphasis on the idea of wanting to become one. Conall recalled how they’d spoken about it and he felt a familiar shiver. He flicked his wrist with a finger to snap himself out of it. Stop thinking about them. Think about what it all meant. It was important.

Besides which, they could have somehow embellished their tale to unsettle him, and make him vulnerable to some sort of manipulation. How better than to sow doubt about how effective Orpheus’ containment measures even were? Sure, he had watched the security footage from their office, but not all the way to the end. Who’s to say they didn’t actually open up their door after the point where he stopped watching, and simply told Conall otherwise?

It would be easy to verify. He still had access to the security footage.

But…

He really shouldn’t go back and watch it again. It was already difficult enough to stop his thoughts lingering over Eon and how they looked and sounded in the midst of pleasure. He didn’t need to give any more fuel to the stubborn little flame of interest he was trying to stamp out.

It didn’t really matter what they did during Epsilon-1’s fall. What did matter was that they were clearly trying to put him off balance, and he couldn’t let that happen. Implying that the desire theory of metahuman transformation was the correct one might have been part of that, or might not have been. If only the research papers he read had helped him figure that out for sure. He was, however, better informed than he had been previously, and he had kept his head long enough to properly think through the implications of Eon’s story, so he counted that as a minor victory.

******* Last days of freedom *******

While I’m fucking Suntan, Rui sees a group walk past the caves. I would’ve gone to see, but I was busy. Standing. Fucking her from behind. Her knees slightly bent. Her body leaning down. Her arms behind her. I’m grabbing her wrists. Penetrating her. Dominating her. Every time I thrust, I pull on her wrists. Her firm buttocks vibrate with the impact. Her legs tremble. I don’t know if they can hold her for long.

I cum inside her. She falls to the ground. Panting. I return her. I approach Rui. They’re already far away. Their silhouettes are barely visible. Rui is crouched. On her knees. Peeking out only slightly. Naked.

“Don’t move or make a sound,” I approach from behind.

I bring her to orgasm with my fingers. Without her being able to scream. Then, I enter her. From behind. On her knees. She bites a finger. Her breathing accelerates. But quietly. Obedient. It’s exciting to go in and out of her like that. As she’s that wet, I can tell I’m not the only one.

———-

The magical beasts in this area are lower-level. Perhaps, it’s because it’s closer to the camp. Because they’ve hunted them a lot. Or they chose the camp site for that reason. But that doesn’t mean the danger is any less, quite the opposite. There’re too many students around the area.

All groups are acting cautiously. There’re several of them hiding. Ready to ambush the newcomers. Those who come loaded with the fruits of weeks of work. If they surrender, the ambushers take part of what they’ve gained. I suppose it’s to give them a chance. So as not to force a confrontation. Even if they can win, they’d be injured. Perhaps, they’d suffer casualties. So, maybe, they wouldn’t be able to continue extorting.

Most, though furious, accept it. It’s better to lose part than to lose everything. Even their lives. But now, there’re two groups fighting. Anyway, it’s none of our business. What we need is to get through unseen. We can’t risk attracting attention.

I’m with the girls at the top of a hill. From there, we can see the area. Although, we can’t distinguish them too well due to the distance, we can see moving dots. There’re others emerging from their hiding places. Some are mingling, or fighting.

It’s been three days since we left the caves. More and more groups are appearing. As the deadline to return draws near. In fact, we ran into two groups before we arrived.

Seeing that there were only two of us, the first one tried to get closer. I don’t think they had good intentions. I ran off after sending Yu back. There was no need for two of us to run. And that way, she could report back. Let them be prepared.

I suppose we could’ve taken them on. They were weaker than us. But we wouldn’t have gained much. And we risked attracting more attention. I lost them fairly easily. There were several of them only at the seventh stage. They would’ve had to split up to try to follow me.

The second group was much more dangerous. At least, there were three at nine. Maybe more. Luckily, they simply ignored us. I don’t know if they weren’t the kind who robbed others. Or they just didn’t think it was worth it. They continued on their way. We moved away. There’s no danger of being recognized. We were covering our faces.

We’re close to the camp. Less than a day’s walk. There’re three more to go. So, we decided to stay here, away from the valley. The only way back is through that esenler escort route. Or by taking a long detour. Not only do we not have the time, but the situation shouldn’t be much different on the other side. We’ll watch while we rest. While we enjoy the last days of freedom.

“One of the raiding parties is in trouble,” Liang says.

She has the best eyesight of all. Maybe, it has to do with her affinity with the bow. She’s also holding the end of a long rope. At the end of it, there’s Stripey. Playing around. If she escapes, she’d be in danger.

“Doesn’t that one have green hair? Maybe, it was the group we encountered. It was pretty strong,” Shi says.

“There’s a student with dark blue hair. And another one with a strange orange one,” Liang says.

“Yeah, that must be them. I think whoever tried to ambush them went beyond their capabilities,” I guess.

Although, I can’t see them. I’m lying down. My head is on Song’s lap. I can’t take my eyes off her enormous breasts. And she knows it. She’s called me a pervert three times already.

I’m just lying here, chatting. I wish I could stop time. Terror is with Stripey. Inexplicably, they’ve gotten along well. They even sleep together. It’s better this way. We don’t have to worry about her being eaten.

The twins are with Wan, making sure she doesn’t stray too far. She loses track of everything when she’s looking for plants.

Lang is making some food with Shi. If they have to cook, they go to the Residence. It’s better if there’s no smoke.

It’s a good hiding area. We’ll spot anyone who comes close. And the beasts in the area are comparable to stage four at best.

The most surprising thing is that Stripey has caught a bird whose power would be at stage two. She’s just a cub, but she has surpassed it in strength.

It’s true that a bird is weaker than a land animal. And she caught it by surprise on land. But we have the feeling she’s getting stronger very quickly. Liang says the cub is stronger than her. They compete by pulling a rope. And she’s not a dog. We need to learn more about magical beasts.

Some groups have been lucky enough to get through after the attackers were driven off. Or maybe, they’ve been killed. But the same or other groups have appeared after a while.

———-

Now, I have the twins on the bed. Yi is lying on her sister’s lap. While I penetrate her. While we open her meridians. They were eager. They hate being left behind.

“Do it to me hard,” she asks, once we’re finished.

“Pervert,” Yu teases.

“We’ll see who’s perverted later,” Yi protests.

“Now is now, and later is later. And now you’re perverted,” Yu laughs.

“Damn… Aaaaahhh!! Kong!! Don’t start without warning! Aaaaaaaahhh!!! AAaaaaahh!!”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Aaaaah!” Nooo!! AaaaaAAHH!!!”

“Pervert,” Yu continues mockingly.

It’s really exciting. Fucking her while another one of them watches. Both of them naked. With their beautiful rounded breasts. Their deep green eyes. Their blonde hair. Yi in one ponytail. Yu in two. The others have styled their hair like that today. Amid laughter. Wan included. To make it easier to tell them apart. The twins have let it happen. At least, for today.

Last time, they swapped hairstyles to laugh at them. Although, they only managed to fool them for a few seconds. They’re not exactly the same. Aside from bayrampaşa escort the freckles on their breasts, Yu has one near her right eye. Yi has one under her nose. Plus, there are subtle differences in the way they move.

Yu kisses me while I fuck her sister. Lasciviously. I grab her breast and her sister’s at the same time. The feel is similar. And the shape. Equally spongy.

“Have you already come!?” Yu says to her sister, breaking away from my lips for a moment.

“Ah! Aaah!! Aahh!! Kong is mean! Aah!”

“Mean? Now, you’ll see!”

I grab her by the waist and start thrusting hard. Deep. All the way in. Her back arches. Her breasts shake. Yu laughs as her sister moans. She strokes her hair gently. She kisses her forehead as Yi comes for the last time.

“Pervert,” she whispers.

“Ah. Aaah. Aaah. Your turn… Ah.”

They switch positions as Yi recovers.

“Oh, are you already wet?” I observe.

“You didn’t have to say it…” Yu protests.

“Pervert,” Yi laughs.

Yu sticks out her tongue. I enter her. We open her meridians. After that, she looks at me pleadingly. She doesn’t want to say it. I smile at her. I kiss her. Then I start thrusting. Hard. While she moans. And she gives me a smile.

“You spoil this pervert too much,” Yi complains.

Her sister sticks her tongue out at her again, between moans.

“Is that so?” Yi threatens.

She grabs her sister’s breasts. She pinches her nipples.

“Ah! Don’t be mean! Aaah!” Yu protests.

But there’s little she can do to stop it. She can think about revenge at most. Right now, she’s too busy. Being overcome with pleasure. I love fucking them together. They’re adorable. And erotic. And tight. And they love each other. As I love them.

When we’re done, Yi remains stroking her sister’s head. Only when she’s recovered does she tease her again. They’re being too noisy. So, I take them by surprise. I manage to push them back onto the bed. Face down. I penetrate them both. Each of them with a hand.

“Ah! No! Kong! We’ll behave!” Yi promises.

“It was Yi’s fault!” Yu accuses her sister.

“You’ve been naughty. You deserve punishment,” I refuse.

The truth is, they could escape if they wanted to. And they don’t have to move their asses so much.

“Aaaah! Aaah! I’ll tell Song! Aah!” one threatens.

“I’ll tell Shi! AAaaaaah!!! Aaaah!” the other threatens too.

“Ah, I see. So, you’re going to tell on me.”

I add more qi and speed up. They’re on the verge of orgasm. I hold them like that for a while.

“Aaaahh!!! No, I won’t say anything! More! Aaaaah! Don’t leave me like this! Aaah!” Yi gives in.

“AaaaaaahhH!!! Please, Kong! I’ll be good!” Yu gives in too.

“”AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaahhhHHHH!! HHHHHHHAAAAAAAaaaaAAAAHHH!!!”” they both cum.

I leave them there for a while, caressing their buttocks. Their backs. Gently. Suddenly, they turn around and pounce at me.

“There’ll be consequences,” Yi threatens, after kissing me.

“Look forward to our revenge,” Yu laughs, after shoving her tongue down my throat.

The three of us laugh. Although, I know the revenge will arrive. What I don’t know is if it’ll be them alone or with some other helpers. I’ll be waiting for it.

———-

The only ones left to reach eight are Ning and Lang. I’m not counting Rong. She’s still the same. I don’t know if using her as bait arnavutköy escort had affected her. That I let four people fuck her. But it’s not noticeable. There’s no change in her loyalty either. I suppose it couldn’t possibly get better. At least, it hasn’t gotten worse.

However, I took her out yesterday to confirm the route. There was a group of students further down. She tried to escape. She didn’t know we had planned it. That we wanted to know if we could trust her. The girls intercepted her halfway there. She’ll get her punishment.

With Suntan, we haven’t even tried. We know perfectly well that we can’t trust her. We’ll see how she evolves over time.

There’s only one more day before we have to leave. Before I lose my freedom.

The girls have barely entered the Residence since we arrived. Except for Wan. Who goes in with her plants. And comes out to eat or chat. They’ve hardly trained. Neither do I. We’re just enjoying these last few days of freedom.

However, we have to be vigilant. It’s not like when we were in the garden. And we must avoid making too much noise. Although, with a barrier, we’ve had some sparring matches. If I limit my power to hers, Shi is the strongest. Song is at a clear disadvantage because of her leg. But if we narrow the combat zone, she’s very dangerous.

If we fight in pairs, the twins are unbeatable. Alone, they’re at a disadvantage. They use daggers, and the range is short. It’s more appropriate for surprise attacks. Although, with the right skills, they can be lethal in open confrontations. Certainly, not in the kingdom of Genesis.

Ma Lang is a little behind the rest. She doesn’t like fighting much. It’s her first time on this expedition, beyond a little training.

Liang doesn’t compete. Not even if we go down to two. Her forte is the bow. Although, she’s learning to use a sword to defend herself, she has an advantage at range. But up close, she’s vulnerable. Of course, Stripey defends her.

The tigress and the rat are beginning to understand some commands. Especially, the “come eat” command. We still don’t dare let them loose. They’re both too playful. Now that she’s lost her fear, Terror has proven to be curious and mischievous. Is she also a cub?

Watching night fall is a bit sad. We all stand there watching the sun disappear. It’s the last day. After that, we go to sleep. There’s been sex before. Tomorrow, we want to get up early. We can’t be late. We don’t know if there’ll be ambushes left. We trust that they’ll let in a slave with nothing to offer. And not very pleasant to be around.

Although, that doesn’t mean we’re not worried. Perhaps, because of that, sex was very tender today. The six girls with me. Caressing me. Riding me gently one after the other. Kissing me. I felt like a king. They’ve spoiled me and pampered me so much. It hurts to think that tomorrow I’ll be a slave again. When I’ve already tasted freedom.

Although, with the slaves, it wasn’t so tender. Suntan is still rebellious, so I fucked her making her look into my eyes. On the bed. Slightly sideways. I was standing. One of her legs was on the floor. The other was raised, held by me. Over my shoulder. Gazing at her entire naked body. Groping it at will. Making her cum when she most wanted to resist.

I forced Ning to ride me. Going slowly. It was fun. She found it hard to hold back. With Rui, I was standing. She was hugging me. Her feet on my ass. Her back against the wall. Pushing against it every time I thrust. Totally submitted to me. Body and soul.

———-

“Someone’s coming. At least four,” Song wakes us up.

It takes me a few seconds to react. So do the twins. We’re drowsy. It looks like our last night isn’t going to be a peaceful one.

Clara had spent years sharpening herself like a blade. She’d devoured forbidden texts, pored over the blackest esoterica, and scoured the world’s strangest, most blighted corners in search of eldritch power. She had mastered necromancy and demonology. Her trove of arcane artifacts could have bought kingdoms, or razed them. In the hidden circles of sorcerers and secret societies, Clara’s name was spoken with awe and with fear.

But it wasn’t enough.

None of it ever was.

Power alone didn’t quench the hollow ache inside her. What she sought, she couldn’t name. Some shape in the dark, a pull in her marrow, a hunger deeper than magic or dominion. And so tonight, after endless preparation, she would go further. She would reach beyond the veil of time, to whisper to something ancient and vast, something older than gods.

Clara slid into her robe, a soft, sheer sheath of black silk, rune-stitched and sigil-bound. The fabric clung to her pale flesh like a lover’s hand, draping over the full curve of her breasts, parting to reveal the flat, taut plane of her belly. The silk whispered against her thighs as she knelt in the center of her sanctum. The air smelled of wax, ash, and old secrets.

With steady fingers, she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and dipped a quill into the dark, viscous blood of a fallen angel.

And began to draw the circle.

Clara’s hand moved with precision, the quill’s tip trailing angel’s blood in perfect, curling glyphs across the stone floor. Each mark seemed to drink the candlelight, swallowing it into deeper shadow. The air grew heavy, thick as honey, electric as a storm’s breath.

Her heart thudded, steady at first. Then faster.

She felt it: a presence. Not yet seen, but there pressing at the edges of the world, pushing against the veil she’d so carefully thinned. The temperature dropped, frost blooming in fractal lace across the circle’s edge.

The last symbol completed, Clara exhaled, a tremor in her breath she hadn’t meant to reveal.

She spoke the words. The true names. The ones no mouth was meant to shape.

The chamber shuddered.

A wind rose from nowhere, carrying the scent of salt and iron and something sweeter. Something like the musk of skin flushed with desire. The flames guttered, bending low, as if bowing to what came.

Clara felt it first in her skin. A prickle, like cold fingers brushing her nape. Then deeper, beneath flesh and bone, a resonance, as if her very blood recognized the thing she had called.

Her nipples hardened beneath the thin silk, the fabric now clinging as if wet. Heat pooled low in her belly, unexpected and fierce. She shifted, breath hitching, aware of the wetness gathering between her thighs.

“No,” she whispered. To herself, to the room, to the thing that filled it. But the word lacked conviction.

The shadows at the circle’s heart began to writhe, liquid and sinuous. A shape…no, many shapes unfurled like petals or limbs or tongues of smoke. Opalescent eyes blinked open in the dark, regarding her with endless hunger, endless promise.

“You called”, it seemed to murmur, not in words, but in the deep, thudding rhythm of her pulse. “You wanted. I have come.”

And the first tendril reached for her, slow, deliberate, tasting the air near her cheek, close enough that she felt its unnatural heat.

Her body betrayed her again, hips tilting forward, lips parting, a soft moan escaping before she could catch it.

The summoning circle cracked. A fine hairline fracture.

And the thing moved closer.

The crack in the circle bloomed, a spider’s web of fractures spreading outward, whispering of broken boundaries and promises undone. The thing Clara had summoned…no, the thing she had invited uncoiled from the heart of the dark like smoke given flesh.

Tendrils slick and sinuous slid forth, glistening as though wet with the night güngören escort itself. They moved with a terrifying patience, as if savoring the moment, as if tasting her fear and her want in equal measure.

The first caressed the pale curve of her calf so lightly at first she thought she imagined it. Cool, almost delicate. The next followed, winding slowly higher, around her knee, her thigh.

She shuddered. Not in revulsion, but in anticipation.

Another tendril, thicker, stronger, slid across her shoulder, coiling around the fine strap of her robe. It didn’t tear, it peeled, unwrapping the silk from her body as if unwrapping a precious gift. The fabric slipped from her skin, pooling at her knees, leaving her naked beneath the flickering candlelight and the gaze of a thousand alien eyes.

Clara gasped, the air suddenly thick in her lungs. The tendrils glistened with some dark ichor, and where it touched her, where it slicked against her skin, it set her nerves aflame. A heat bloomed under her flesh, spreading like molten gold through her veins. Every touch became a spark, every caress a rush of liquid fire that gathered between her thighs, in her breasts, at the hollow of her throat.

The tendrils moved with purpose now, slow and sure, mapping the contours of her body, tracing the lines of muscle and bone, the softness of her inner thighs, the trembling of her belly. One coiled gently around her wrist, another cradled the back of her neck, tipping her head back to expose the vulnerable column of her throat.

And still, they explored. Not violent, not forceful. Inexorable.

Her fear melted, drowned beneath waves of pleasure that built with each slow, deliberate stroke. The ichor seeped into her pores, and with it came a knowing. Not hers, but the creature’s. It knew how to touch, how to coax, how to claim.

A low moan escaped her lips, unbidden, as another tendril slid between her thighs, the tip slick and warm, teasing at the folds of her sex, spreading that maddening fire deeper, higher, until she ached with the need for more.

The chamber faded. The circle, the candles, the world beyond–none of it mattered anymore. There was only the thing she had called. And herself, open and waiting, no longer the summoner, but the summoned.

The tendrils moved as though they’d always known her. As if they had waited for this moment, for her. The one coiled at her wrist guided her hand to her breast, urging her fingers to trace the hardened peak, to feel the wild pulse beneath her skin. Another stroked the hollow of her throat, where her heartbeat fluttered like a trapped bird.

And the one between her thighs and slid deeper, parting her folds, slicking her with its dark nectar. The ichor burned in the most exquisite way, as though every nerve there had awakened from slumber, raw and desperate for more. It teased at her entrance, slow circles, shallow forays, until Clara whimpered, hips lifting in silent plea.

The creature obliged.

A tendril thicker than the rest pressed inward, stretching her, filling her. But it wasn’t the brutal taking she’d once imagined eldritch entities to offer. It was slow, careful, achingly deliberate. It moved inside her like a living flame, touching places she hadn’t known could feel, stroking deep, then withdrawing, then pressing again, as if it meant to savor every inch of her.

Clara’s moans grew louder, echoing from the stone walls like a chant, like a hymn. The pleasure was too much, and not enough; she was consumed by it, and still starving.

More tendrils joined. Slick, sinuous, exploring the curve of her ass, sliding between her cheeks, another wrapping around her thigh, lifting it, opening her wider, offering her up to the dark. A smaller one, delicate as a whisper, traced her lips, urging her to open. She did, eagerly, and it slid into her mouth, tasting of salt and shadow.

And merter escort the thing felt her surrender.

It answered with deeper thrusts, more insistent strokes. The heat in her belly coiled tighter, tighter, until it was a molten knot threatening to burst. The tendrils worked in concert, a symphony of sensation. Inside her, around her, against her, through her.

She came undone with a cry, a flood of pleasure that left her shaking, gasping, eyes wide with wonder and disbelief. But the creature did not stop. It could not stop.

It had found her hunger, the hidden, endless hollow inside her and it meant to fill it. Again. And again. And again.

Time ceased. There was no room, no circle, no world beyond this joining. Only the endless dance of tendril and flesh, the sacred ruin of her body, the blinding ecstasy of being utterly, wholly taken.

And in that ruin, Clara found herself reborn.

The tendrils moved like a tide now, a rhythm older than moons, older than breath. They filled her, surrounded her, lifted her. One coiled around her waist, another around her thigh, another stroked the sensitive skin beneath her breast. They knew her. Every inch, every secret place.

And Clara gave herself to them.

She arched against them, moaning, gasping, no longer caring what part of her was hers and what part was theirs. She was a conduit for sensation, a vessel overflowing. The thick tendril inside her plunged deeper, and another joined it, stretching her further, making her cry out in delirious bliss. The one in her mouth pulsed gently, feeding her the taste of the dark, the salt, the sweet corruption of the thing that held her.

Each thrust, each stroke, sent pleasure crashing through her like waves against the shore. She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, could only feel. The ichor that slicked the tendrils seeped into her, setting her veins ablaze, making her body more sensitive, more open.

Her orgasm built again, faster this time, harder. The tendrils inside her worked in perfect concert, slow at first, then faster, matching the frantic beat of her heart. The ones outside caressed her breasts, pinched her nipples, teased her clit, every touch pushing her higher, higher.

And when she broke, when the release came, it shattered her.

Her vision went white, her body convulsing in the grip of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, and then became something beyond either. She sobbed, and still the creature did not stop. It couldn’t stop. It had tasted her surrender, and now it would give her all of itself.

Tendrils wrapped around her ankles, her wrists, suspending her weightless in the air, spread wide and offered to the dark. The thicker ones plunged deep again, filling her utterly, stretching her, making her feel owned. One slid between her cheeks, teasing, pressing, breaching, claiming more of her, and she welcomed it, desperate for it, wild for it.

There was no Clara anymore. Not the Clara who’d knelt in her silk robe, not the Clara who’d thought she could command the ancient powers. There was only this Clara. Open, filled, worshipped, ruined, adored.

And still the thing moved, relentless, tender, monstrous, perfect. It would take her to the edge, and over, again and again, until there was nothing left but pleasure, nothing left but them.

And Clara would go willingly.

The tendrils moved in a perfect, inhuman symphony, their rhythm inexorable, their hunger endless. They filled her again and again, deeper, wider, stretching her until her body trembled with the effort of holding so much, of being so full. But there was no pain, not anymore. Only the radiant, searing joy of being taken so completely that she could no longer remember what it was to be empty.

Her moans became cries, her cries became songs, the sound of her ecstasy echoing off stone walls, rising like a prayer. And zeytinburnu escort the thing that held her answered, its tendrils pulsing, throbbing, spilling more of that dark ichor into her, over her, marking her from within.

Every nerve was awake now, every inch of her flesh aflame with sensation. One tendril, long and delicate as a whisper, coiled around her throat, not tight enough to harm, but enough that she felt its claim, enough that her moans came out broken, breathless, needy. Another stroked the slick, swollen nub of her clit with maddening precision, making her hips buck, her body beg for release even as she drowned in it.

And when the next orgasm came, it didn’t stop. It rolled through her, wave after wave, pleasure so intense she sobbed with it, tears streaking down her cheeks, lips parted in awe, in surrender, in joy. The tendrils milked her, worshipped her, feasted on her pleasure, and gave it back tenfold.

The chamber glowed now with a strange, soft light, the glyphs on the walls pulsing with the same rhythm as the thing inside her. As them. Because they were one now. There was no summoner, no summoned, only the joining, the endless, perfect union of flesh and shadow, of want and fulfillment.

Clara no longer feared the dark. She was the dark. She was the vessel, the temple, the beloved.

And the creature, her creature, held her as she shattered and reformed, over and over, until there was no more Clara and no more night. Only endless, holy pleasure.

The tendrils moved as if they had no end, as if the creature was made entirely of them. Limbs, tongues, veins of the dark itself. They filled her utterly. Her mouth, cunt, ass, wrapped around her throat, wrists, ankles, waist. Suspended, spread, offered, Clara hung in their embrace, no longer a summoner, no longer a supplicant.

Every thrust of the thickest tendrils sent new shockwaves of pleasure through her, building, cresting, breaking, and still building higher. Each stroke of the smaller ones on her nipples, her clit, the delicate skin behind her knees, inside her ears, everywhere was a spark. Sparks that became fire. Fire that became blinding white heat.

Her orgasms blurred into one endless rising tide. The tendrils drove her past the limits of mortal pleasure, past the limits of what flesh could bear. And still they gave more, as if they knew, as if they had always known, that this was what she was made for.

The ichor that slicked them seeped deeper now, not just into her body, but into her soul. It rewrote her, remade her. Her veins glowed with it, her flesh sang with it, her eyes rolled back as visions poured through her. Visions of dark stars, of infinite hunger, of a love so vast it devoured universes and made them new.

She sobbed, screamed, moaned, laughed, as pleasure beyond reason stripped away the last of who she had been. The tendrils lifted her higher, drove deeper, their rhythm a drumbeat that matched the pulse of creation itself.

And then she felt it. The edge. The precipice. The place beyond climax, beyond self, beyond time.

And she leapt.

Pleasure exploded through her like the birth of a star, like the shattering of worlds, like the voice of the god she had called made flesh. Every nerve burned clean, every thought dissolved into ecstasy. She became pure sensation, pure surrender, pure union.

And as she fell into that endless light, the creature claimed her fully. Not as victim. Not as plaything. But as consort. As equal. As beloved.

When the light faded, there was no Clara. There was only them.

One. Whole. Infinite.

And the circle was no longer broken. Because there was no longer any need for circles at all.

When the last of the tendrils withdrew, it was not an ending, but a promise. Clara, or what had been Clara, drifted down, weightless, the ichor drying on her skin like silvered starlight. She knelt again where she had begun, naked, trembling, radiant.

The chamber was silent now. The candles burned low. But the dark was not empty.

She touched her lips, her breast, the slick heat between her thighs. And she smiled.

Above her, the stars pulsed once, as if winking open to greet their new sister.

The demon dagger was fated to be his. Why else had he chosen that mark to rob on this cold and damp night? Why else had the man smirked at him, taunted him, until he had no choice but to stab him in the stomach? If the man had been meant to keep the dagger, it would have protected him.

It pulsed inside its box. Rulk could sense it like he could sense his own erection, hot and throbbing and eager. It needed to slide into something hot and wet, hear the screams, listen to the gasping breath.

As far as Rulk was concerned, the blade was his by rights. It called to him from the box that slipped from the dead man’s hands and landed heavily in the filth and blood of the alley.

The dead man had other treasures. A purse full of silver nobles. A fine coat of dark green wool. Soft boots of cunningly worked leather.

The dead man had no need of any of them, so Rulk stole them from his corpse. But when he took the box with the demon dagger, he was simply claiming what was his.

The man’s breath was still rattling in the damp night when Rulk the Rat slid back into the shadows, his lanky hair clinging to his skull, his satchel bulging. He wasn’t concerned about the Watch — they rarely ventured far from the main thoroughfares, and never on a night like this — but fresh blood would bring the ghouls. If the dead man’s heart stopped beating before they found him, they’d feed. If not, a new flesheater would run with the pack.

Rulk felt no urge to see what happened. He’d witnessed both before — the feeding and the transformation — and beyond a certain morbid fascination it held no excitement for him. Others couldn’t get enough of it. They’d venture out into the alleys at night, hoping to catch a glimpse, daring each other to shuffle closer, then running off with shrieks and laughs if one of the ghouls turned their way.

The truth was that the ghouls were like any other vermin that plagued the City: the gulls that shat the docks full, or the rats that lived in every shadow. A fact of life and death here, and not the worst danger that lurked in the dark. It was easy to avoid them with a little care, and they weren’t difficult to outsmart if they gave chase.

A clever thief could even use them to his advantage, by following in the pack’s wake and seizing opportunities in the fear and confusion they caused. If pursued by the Watch, or worse by the Gutter Gate Society or the Waterfront Widows or one of the City’s other gangs, leading the chase along the pack’s route was a sure way to escape.

Even so, Rulk preferred to stay clear of them if possible. A stench of death hung over them that lingered in the nostrils and on the tongue for days. Besides, he’d known more than one poor fool who’d let himself be caught between two groups of ghouls. He’d even tricked one or two rivals and associates into that position in the past, so he was well aware of the risks.

Now he made his way up onto the rooftop highway as soon as he could. A pile of rotting crates halfway along the alley got him onto a shed that held, judging by the squeals and the smells, half a dozen pigs. From there he slid along a wooden wall, around a shit-filled courtyard, until he could pull himself up onto the roof of the butcher’s shop that owned the creatures.

The shingles were slick with the dampness that filled the air, but this wasn’t the first time Rulk had walked this way. A pair of coarse woollen sleeves over his low boots gave him better grip. They’d wear through by the time he made it back to his den, but the old woman who pretended to be his landlady — when she wasn’t claiming to be his grandmother or, on one drunken occasion, his lover — would knit him a new pair.

The moon was full. Not the best night to be out on the highway, but the drizzle and the City’s own thick air covered the roofs in a blanket. No-one — no Watch Captain’s owl, no gargoyle perched on a tall tower, no sorcerer taking the shape of a bat to spy on a rival or a comely neighbour — would give a second thought to another shadow gliding through the fog.

As it was, there was only an hour or so until sunup when Rulk dropped down from the roofs and wandered the last stretch to the tenement that he called home. A lone torch hissed in the fine rain, and from Low Street nearby came the sounds of the last merrymakers trying to forget the powerlessness of their lives.

Upstairs in the garret that he rented from the old woman — he’d never caught her name, and after two years he didn’t care to ask — he lit a candle, then he cleared space on the cluttered table for his satchel, with the dead man’s coat and boots and purse. And the box.

The purse was pleasingly plump. On a normal night Rulk would already be at the Nag, celebrating his haul, but now he barely glanced at the gleaming nobles.

The boots were better than the ones he wore now, and a good enough fit. Wearing his breeches low would hide the distinctive patterns in the leather for a few weeks. After that, topkapı escort if anyone asked, he could say he’d found them.

The coat needed washing and mending. Slime from the alley clung to the wool in patches, and the slit where Rulk’s knife had entered the man’s stomach was wet with gore. The old woman could look after that. It was a fine garment, otherwise, falling to midway down the thigh, with a high collar and carved wooden buttons. Rulk could picture himself strolling along Upper Lane in it.

That left the box, and the demon dagger inside.

He’d known from the instant that he saw the box that it held a demon blade. The malevolence that clung to it was almost tangible, oozing out in pulsing waves that matched the beating of his heart. Riches, it promised, riches and power.

Why the dead man hadn’t used the blade to defend himself Rulk couldn’t guess. He’d been caught unaware by Rulk, but with a demon blade in his hand — or even on his belt — that wouldn’t have mattered. He probably wouldn’t have been taken by surprise in the first place.

And now the dagger was Rulk’s. It called to him again through the wood, sitting on the table with its uneven legs in this musty garret where damp crawled through the floor like the woodlice. It was his way out, his salvation.

Perversely, he didn’t open the box immediately. This was an occasion, and it deserved to be drawn out. So he made sure the door and windows were bolted and moved all his new treasures from the table onto the pallet with the dingy blankets where he slept. A stone flask held enough cheap brandywine to fill nearly half his one battered copper cup. His only food was a lump of black bread, and he decided he wasn’t that hungry. But a quick search brought a second stump of candle to join the first, and he set them on either side of the table.

Only then did he take a sip from his cup and turn his attention to the box. It was perhaps a foot and a half long, and half a foot wide, a little over a handspan deep. The wood was plain, but smoothly finished and oiled, with carefully fitted joints. The flat lid wasn’t hinged, but clearly intended to be lifted off.

Rulk ran his fingers lightly along the box, searching for a catch or slide that would unlock the treasure. “Ah,” he whispered, and pressed. A section of one of the short sides slid back to reveal a small lever.

He wanted to be careful, work slowly, but the blade called to him. Power, it whispered in his mind, do you know what that means, Rulk? It means taking what you want, and never having to apologise.

He smiled. That sounded good.

Sliding the lever across produced the faintest of clicks inside the box. Fuck being careful. He reached for the lid. His hands were trembling slightly, he noticed, but they steadied when he touched the wood and lifted.

The lid came off smoothly, and he set it to one side before looking. When he did, he wasn’t disappointed.

The dagger was packed in a bed of some shiny black fabric. Its sheath was slightly rounded, in a way that reminded Rulk of an erect cock. Sheath and grip were both bound in dark red leather, heightening the similarity. The guard was thick and round, as was the plain pommel. The candles’ uncertain light flickered on gold tracing that seemed to dance to an unholy song.

That song was loud in Rulk’s mind. Take me, it sang, I am yours. All my power is yours. I will give you the world. All you need do is take me.

Images swam before his eyes. Wine, good food, a palace of his own. Naked bodies to slake his lust on. The rich and powerful of the City bowing before him and running to do his bidding. Feasts and orgies and blood games. Taking what I want, and never having to apologise.

His lips were dry, he realised, and he ran his tongue over them. His shallow breath was loud in his ears as his hands reached for the dagger. They were steady now, and he lifted the dagger from its black bed, holding it by point and pommel.

It seemed to hum with the power it contained. Yes! he cried silently, and the blade’s voice echoed his own.

His hand seemed made for the grip. He held the dagger before him for a moment, trying a few short stabs. It felt right. It felt thrilling.

Then he whipped the sheath from the blade in one quick motion. It came off smoothly, revealing broad, black steel with wavey patterns from its forging. It was sharp and slightly curved along one edge. He knew just from looking that it was wickedly sharp.

Power, it whispered.

Rulk blinked. For a moment the patterns on the blade had seemed to form eyes — cruel eyes, gazing at him from the depths of Hell with promises of power and pain.

Power, it whispered again. Power and pain.

*

Before he crawled into his bed, he went downstairs and banged on the old woman’s door at the foot of the stairs. She was asleep, of course, and took an age for her to emerge. Her eyes were bleary, her gums bağcılar escort were bare, and she wore only a thin nightdress and a mobcap.

“What took you so long?” he demanded, then interrupted her stammered reply. “Shut up. I don’t care.” Thrusting the coat into her arms, he went on, “Clean this. And fix the tear. I want to wear it later.”

She staggered from the force, looking up at him from beneath her cap. “But–” she began in her reedy voice, then fell silent when he glared at her.

“Do it, old woman.” He shoved her, and she gave a wail, then fell onto her arse, legs in the air. Her nightdress slid up to reveal thin, bony legs covered in blue veins.

Power, the demon whispered in his mind. Power and play.

Rulk laughed at the sight of the old woman struggling under the coat. Seeing her so helpless, legs spread and nearly naked, sent a rush of blood surging into his cock. For a moment he thought about taking her, just to prove his power, to see the look on her face as he fucked her. But there were fresher cunts waiting for him, although he promised himself he’d be back later for a taste of that toothless mouth.

He went back up the stairs, stripped naked and drained the last of his brandywine. Then he crawled onto his pallet and pulled the dirty blankets around him.

In his hand he cradled the demon dagger, holding it like he’d hold his own erection. It felt hot, almost alive, and he fell asleep with it clutched against his body.

For the first time he could remember, his dreams weren’t of skulking or running. They were filled with soft, naked flesh: men and women prostrating themselves before him, begging to please him in whatever way he desired.

His mother, her eyes as pale and moist as ever, asking him to forgive her for not having enough food to feed him. For making him fight with his siblings for survival. For drinking away what little money she had, and for getting caught by the ghouls that last night.

He spat in her face and turned to the next.

The whore who’d taken his copper common to make him a man, and instead had laughed at his unwilling cock and told her pimp to beat him. The priest who’d invited him to take shelter in the temple, and had spent the night feeling him up. Garver, the old thief, who’d beaten him and fed him and taught him everything he knew, and then beaten him some more, until a knife in the dark ended it all.

The old woman, toothless mouth wide, sucking his cock in, swirling her tongue around it, bony fingers stroking the soft flesh around his arse, until he exploded and she screamed and cackled, and then her face was his mother’s, and he recoiled in horror, but he was still hard, and the woman was on her back with naked legs up in the air, showing a glimpse of grey hairs and–

He came awake with a start. The blanket was sticky, but his cock was still hard.

Power, the demon dagger whispered, still clutched in his hand. Potency.

Through the threadbare curtain Rulk saw that the sun was going down outside. He’d slept away the whole day. He crawled from the pallet, wiping his cock on a blanket, then walked to the low window at the back of the garret for a piss.

By the time he walked onto the street the sun was down and the evening’s mist was setting in with the twilight. He was in his fine new coat. The old woman had done a good job fixing and cleaning it. He’d rewarded her by tossing a pair of copper commons onto the floor, then laughed as she scrambled after them on her knees.

All in all, he was in a good mood. He was wearing his new coat with the plump purse tucked safely inside, and he had a pair of fine boots on his feet and a demon dagger in his belt. The world was waiting for him to take it and fuck it up the arse.

Long ago, the tavern on Low Street had been called the Black Horse. Then one day, the sign that swung over the door had lost its head and been inexpertly repaired. Now it was known as the Neckless Nag, in a reflection of both the kind of patrons it attracted and their level of wit.

Inside it was gloomy. It always was, even with a handful of torches making a halfhearted attempt to light it. The walls and ceiling were painted with the greasy soot of decades. The handful of early drinkers were still in the quiet stage of their endeavours, broken only by the occasional curse or, more rarely, chuckle. Three working girls were huddled at a table, not even trying to tempt the patrons at this hour. Fat Stovey the innkeep sat sullenly by his tap, nursing a generous cup of something.

He looked up when Rulk strode in, mimicked a moment later by the three whores. They all knew him, and their heads were about to drop again, returning them to their musings, when they halted and looked again.

Rulk felt himself smile. Oh yes, now they’ll notice me. Now everyone will notice me! On his belt the demon dagger moaned to itself.

By the time he reached the bar every eye in the place halkalı escort was on him. He raised a finger and held it up before Fat Stovey. The innkeep looked from Rulk’s face to the finger, then followed it when it pointed to one of the dusty bottles on the top shelf, then a large ham hanging from the ceiling, and finally to the bar in front of Rulk.

“Sh– show me some coin first.” It took the fat man a visible effort to get the words out. “Sorry, Rulk, but you don’t usually–“

Rulk patted the pocket of his coat. The coins jingled with a magical sound that seemed to dance across the thick air. He hadn’t planned on paying, but the chance to show off was too much for him to resist.

“Drinks for everyone.” He gestured to the tap. He wasn’t feeling generous enough to share the expensive brandywine, after all.

He also made them wait until Stovey had set out the bottle, with a delicate glass that seemed out of place in the Neckless Nag, and sliced a substantial pile of ham. Only then did he give the innkeep the nod to pour ale for the rest.

While that was happening, Rulk took a sip from the glass. The liquid burned his mouth, but added a burst of flavour that was missing from the rotgut he was used to. He wasn’t sure he liked it — and he was far from sure he thought it was worth the silver — but he took another sip, then stuffed a piece of the cured ham into his mouth.

The ham combined remarkably well with the brandywine, and Rulk ate in silence for a while, watching Fat Stovey go round with the tray of mugs. He nodded once when the man reached the table where the whores sat, wide-eyed now, and shot him a questioning look, then he smiled at the thin women when they drank gratefully.

The pulsing throb of the demon blade’s heartbeat had settled in his cock. Pressed against his thigh, his shaft was hot and swollen. He knew its outline would show as a bulge in his trousers. For now, he let his coat hide it, but he’d reveal it soon enough.

After acknowledging the thanks of the other drinkers with an aloof wave, he turned his attention to the whores. He knew them all. Izzie with her pale hair and small, tired breasts. Ka, copper skinned, too tall for most men. Lellie the mousy brunette with the thick thighs and bad breath.

He’d paid for their favours before, each of them, when he’d had coin to spare. Or when he couldn’t spare the coin, but the lust came upon him with too much force to ignore. They’d taken him out into the yard behind the Nag and let him do his business, barely bothering to keep their boredom to themselves.

Now he watched them drink his ale, seeing the liquid wet their lips and bring a flush to their cheeks. They whispered among themselves, shooting him glances and smiles.

He waited until they finished their drinks and their eyes were darting hopefully from him to their empty mugs and back, then he took off his coat. The bulge along his thigh must have been plain for all to see, except Fat Stovey, who’d returned to his place behind the bar.

Rulk unfastened his breeches and pulled them down far enough that he could draw his cock up and free it from its prison. Hot, hard and swollen, it stood out before him, moving slightly as he breathed in and out.

He pointed at Lellie and opened his mouth to speak. Just then, the tavern’s door opened, bringing a gust of cold air and the tramp of booted feet.

They appeared out of the shadows that hid the front part of the tavern, striding swiftly and purposefully to the centre of the taproom. Six women, of various shapes and sizes, but all dressed in scuffed, hardened leather under their dark cloaks, and with cudgels, daggers and even a small crossbow on their belts.

No, they weren’t all in leather, Rulk realised. One at the rear wore a tight-fitting waistcoat over a soft grey blouse, although her breeches were the same leather as her companions’. This one came forward now, the others forming a group behind her and to either side. They eyed the patrons with distaste, Fat Stovey with scorn and the whores with a mixture of sympathy and contempt.

The tavern had fallen silent when they entered, and remained silent now. A torch guttered and flickered, and one of the drinkers burped, then gave a whimper when a tall woman glanced his way.

At last the woman in the waistcoat — clearly the leader of the group — turned her gaze on Rulk. “Rat,” she said, “you have something that isn’t yours.”

Her voice was low and dangerous, and she spoke with a confidence that hinted at comfortable authority. Standing at the centre of the taproom, her face and dark hair were lit by the uncertain light of the torches, but her eyes seemed to burn from within.

Still, Rulk wasn’t intimidated. He didn’t even wonder how she knew his name, or how she’d found him. For years he’d skulked in the shadows, the lowest of the low. Now he had power.

“If I have it, it’s mine.” He kept his voice deliberately low. Let the woman strain to hear his words.

If she had difficulty, it didn’t show on her face. It was a striking face — more handsome than beautiful, and still young. Rulk guessed she wasn’t more than a score of years old. The fiery eyes smouldered below a pair of black brows, and the mouth was wide, with thin lips.

Robert wakes up early the next morning, with two bodies pressed against him. Taking a moment to clear his head, he realizes that Lucia and Mei actually have slept in the same position they were in last night.

“This is nice.” Robert thinks. “But I am kind of trapped here.”

A few minutes later he shifts slightly, and Mei wakes up, moving her head to look at him.

“Good morning, Daddy.” She says quietly, with a little grin.

“Good morning, sweet girl.” Robert whispers back, leaning down just enough to kiss her forehead.

Robert manages to slip out of the bed without waking up Lucia, and he and Mei head for the shower.

“Do you want me to make you breakfast?” Mei asks.

“Sure, after our shower.” Robert says.

As they get out of the shower, they see Lucia waking up. She grabs her clothes as they get dressed, and follows them out of the room. “You should have woken me up.” Lucia says.

“I wanted to let you rest.” Robert says. “Most of us have to be up early, but this is one of the few days you could have slept in.”

“I need to get breakfast going for everyone.” Lucia says. “Making breakfast for 11 is going to take a minute.”

Lucia and Mei go downstairs to start breakfast, and Robert decides to watch the news. By the time breakfast is ready, almost everyone is already downstairs.

“Alexia, can you go grab Amber and Emily?” Jane says. “It’s not like Amber to sleep in like this.”

A few minutes later all three girls come downstairs, Amber and Emily looking a bit sleepy still.

“I’m so sorry, Mistress.” Amber says, kneeling into her nadu position, head downcast. “I should have been awake to help make sure the girls were ready for this morning.”

“It’s fine.” Jane says, pulling her up. “You are going to need your sleep while you recover, and if you are going to make your weight goal, you need to start with a decent breakfast.”

After she finishes eating, Jane announces the plan for the day. “Robert is going to be taking Megan and Reyna in the car. Emily, Mei, Taylor, and Lindsey will be with me in the van. Make sure to grab clothes, and you can bring one box worth of sentimental items. I’d like to let you take more, but we just don’t have the storage space in this house. Robert did want to bring any books you have, so if you have lots of those, please let us know when we get to your home.”

“I suspect our group is going to be out past lunch, but Lucia, please plan as if Robert and his group will be back by then.” Jane continues.

“Yes, Mistress.” Lucia says.

“Any questions before we get going?” Jane asks, and when no one speaks up, she continues. “Great, let’s get moving. Remember to grab a collar and put it on yourself on the way out.”

Robert, Reyna, and Megan load into their car, and wait for the van to leave before pulling out.

“Ok, who wants to go first?” Robert asks. “With just two of you, we don’t need to worry too much about being efficient.”

“My room is in my sorority house near campus.” Megan says. “If we go now, maybe we can get in and out before too many people are awake.”

Robert gets the address, and plugs it into the GPS. 10 minutes later, he pulls into the parking lot outside of a large old house.

“This is it?” He asks.

“Yes.” Megan says.

“Remember, it’s Sir or Master when we are in public.” Robert says. “If anyone talks to you, I’d rather you didn’t speak without permission. I will explain that to anyone if they try to talk to you.”

“Yes, Sir.” Megan says, looking a bit depressed.

“Is there anyone in there that you need to say goodbye to?” Robert asks. “A close friend?”

“Not really.” Megan says. “I’m hoping we can just get in and out without anyone noticing me.”

Robert pops the trunk and grabs a few boxes from the back. He hands them to Reyna, and then rummages through Megan’s purse. “Are these the right keys?” He asks.

“Yes, Sir.” Megan says, and pauses. “Can I get my purse back?”

“We can discuss that when everyone gets back, tonight.” Robert says. “Is there something in here you needed to get your stuff?”

“No, Sir.” Megan says, staring longingly at the purse.

“If you are after your phone, it’s not in here anymore.” Robert says. “Jane has them locked up, but you can eventually earn yours back. Let’s go ahead and get this done.”

Robert hands Megan the keys, and she goes to the door, Robert and Reyna following. After unlocking the door, she slowly opens it, listening for noise, and then steps inside. Robert holds the door for Reyna, and then softly closes it.

“Lead on.” Robert tells Megan, and she heads up the stairs, and takes a right, ending up at a door at the end of the hall.

“Sir?” Megan says, looking at him.

“What is it?” Robert asks.

“I had a roommate. May I check to see if she is asleep, and if she is, can you both wait out here?” Megan asks.

“That’s fine, but if she wakes up, you come out and tell me.” Robert says. “I don’t want any surprises either, so I will be checking both of your boxes before we leave your homes. Do not pack etiler escort weapons. If you have one that is valuable or sentimental, tell me where it is, and I’ll retrieve it, and keep it locked up at home.”

“Yes, Sir.” Megan says, looking relieved. “Thank you.”

Reyna and Robert wait at the door, and after about a minute, he hears a muffled voice.

He leans closer to the door, and hears. “… doing here? And what is up with the necklace?” the voice asks.

Robert can’t hear if Megan responds, and gives Reyna a look. She shrugs, clearly trying to hear as well. Robert waits another minute, and then knocks.

Megan comes to the door, and looks at Robert. “My roommate woke up.” She says.

“I heard.” Robert says. “Why didn’t you come get me? Also, you dropped your Sir.”

“Sorry, Sir.” Megan says, flushing with either shame or anger.

“Who is it?” The voice says, and a blonde woman around Megan’s age appears behind her.

“Hello.” Robert says. “I’m Robert, Megan’s owner.”

“Owner?” The girl says, and looks at Megan, finally taking in the collar. “Oh… I thought you went to your parents’ vacation house for a while.”

Megan looks like she wants to respond, but Robert responds before she can. “Megan was detained, and I purchased her yesterday. She is here to retrieve her clothes and a few things. I haven’t given her permission to speak to anyone other than me. May we come in?”

“Whatever.” The girl says, walking back into the room. “Don’t touch any of my stuff though.”

Robert enters, seeing a messy room with clothes all over the floor. The roommate is sitting on the bed now, leaning back against the wall. “So how did you end up buying her?” She asks.

“We attended the auction, and bid on her, just like anyone else.” Robert says.

“Too bad none of the frats knew.” The girl says. “They probably would have liked having her as the house girl.”

Megan flushes red, glancing at Robert and Reyna fearfully.

“Bidding isn’t open to the public yet.” Robert says. “At least, yesterday’s auction wasn’t. Besides, the point of the program isn’t to provide maids for frats.”

“I don’t think they would use her just as a maid.” The girl says, and laughs.

“Well, they missed their chance.” Robert says.

“You sure?” The girl asks. “I can make a few calls, I’m sure some of them would pay.”

“Megan, can you step into the hall with me for a moment?” Robert asks.

Megan follows Robert into the hall, looking miserable. “Do you want me to have her make the calls?” He asks.

“No!” Megan tries to whisper, and nearly shouts. “Please, Sir, don’t sell me to the frats.”

“Good.” Robert says, and holds open the door for her to return to packing. “I’m afraid she isn’t for sale.” he tells the girl when he re-enters the room.

“Too bad.” She says. “If you change your mind, call the house. I’m sure someone’s Dad would like to have her, if the frats won’t take her. I’ve seen more than a few of them eyeing her.”

“I think we are good.” Robert says. “Right, Megan?”

Megan nods, nearly frantically, and the girl laughs. “Oh, come on, Megan. It could be like initiation week all over again.”

Megan turns deeper red than Robert has seen her yet, and Robert turns his back deliberately to the girl, and says. “Megan, finish packing please. I think we’d all like to get out of here.”

Megan finishes packing her clothing box, and Reyna hands her the empty one, while Megan starts cleaning out the rest of her room. Digging out a small bag from under her bed, she turns to Robert, and nods, holding the box.

“All done?” Robert says, and Megan nods again. “Great, let’s get out of here.”

As they walk downstairs, Robert pops the trunk, and has the girls put in the boxes. “Go ahead and get in the car, we can go through them when we get home. I just want to get out of here.”

Robert pulls out of the parking lot, driving to a nearby store parking lot before parking again. Turning around, he asks. “Megan, are you ok?”

Megan looks down at her feet and says. “I don’t know.”

“Was she always that much of a bitch?” Reyna asks.

“She was one of the nicer girls.” Megan replies softly.

“I hope today has helped make it clear why you have to sever your link to that identity.” Robert says. “You’ll never be able to work out well in the house if you are still in sorority girl mode.”

“Can we buy the hair dye now?” Megan asks. “I’d like to get rid of this blond hair.”

“We probably should.” Reyna says. “My cabin is way out in the National Forest, and I doubt we’ll pass a store between there and home.”

Robert puts in Reyna’s address, and searches for a drug store along the way there. When they stop, Robert says. “If you need to ask the employees for help, you can. I have no idea about hair dye, so get whatever you are going to need to get the job done.”

The girls follow Robert inside, and thankfully there aren’t many other customers yet. The girls quickly lead the way to the hair dye aisle.

“What shade was yours?” Reyna taksim escort asks.

“Sort of blue black.” Megan says.

They browse through a few different types, comparing them.

“Is there even a difference between those?” Robert asks. “They look identical to me.”

“There definitely is.” Reyna says.

“I think this one is right.” Megan says, holding up a box.

“What else do we need?” Robert asks.

“We’ll grab it.” Reyna says, and the girls wander off a bit to pick through a few more shelves.

Robert pulls out his phone, texting Jane. “Finished up at Megan’s, she was a bit shaken up after talking to her roommate. Buying dye now before heading to Reyna’s.”

Putting the phone away, he finds the girls waiting for him.

“Got everything you need?” Robert asks.

Megan nods, and Reyna says. “Yeah, we are good.”

As they get to the checkout, the cashier, a man in his early thirties, gives them all a look. Megan immediately looks down, flushing again. Reyna holds her head high, and steps slightly closer to Robert.

“Do you have a problem with them being here?” Robert asks.

“No.” The cashier says, ringing up the items, and telling him the total. “Sorry, this is the first time we’ve had someone come in with…” The cashier seems uncertain what to call the girls.

“I call them my girls.” Robert says. “But the official term is concubine.”

“Is it rude to ask how much they cost?” The cashier asks, sounding both curious and wistful.

“Maybe a bit.” Robert says. “But I’ll indulge you. The blonde was $800, and the Asian was $5000.”

“Only $800?” The cashier asks. “I think I could afford $800.”

“Some women at the auction yesterday went cheaper.” Robert says. “That may change once there are more bidders though. If you want to get someone cheap, I’d go to the first auction you qualify for.”

“I’ll have to look into it.” The cashier says. “Thanks.”

“You are welcome.” Robert says, and puts one arm around each of the girls. “Just remember, they are people. You have to treat them decently, if you want to actually be happy with them.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” The cashier says.

As they file out of the store, Reyna says. “That was good of you, Master.”

“Maybe.” Robert says. “I see it as helping both him and his potential future concubine. After all, if he treats a girl like shit, she’s probably going to make him miserable too. Far better for them both if it starts well, and goes from there.”

“Not everyone will see it that way.” Megan says. “There are lots of really fucked up people out there.”

“Very true.” Robert says, getting into the car. “Hopefully that guy isn’t one of them.”

They begin moving towards Reyna’s cabin, and Megan says. “Thank you for buying me. And not letting her make those calls.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Robert asks. “You don’t have to right now, but at some point we need to.”

“Can we do that later?” Megan asks. “Privately?”

“With Jane.” Robert says. “I don’t keep secrets from her.”

“Ok.” Megan says. “Thank you.”

15 minutes later, they pull into the park, and Reyna guides them to her cabin. As they get out, Robert says. “This is beautiful. I always dreamed of having somewhere private and quiet like this.”

“Maybe if we find a large enough piece of property, we can get a little cabin put on one end, for whoever needs some peace and quiet.” Reyna says. “I know I enjoy it sometimes.”

Robert hands her the keys, and they enter the cabin.

“I’ve got some guns under the bed.” Reyna says. “And a pistol in the night stand.”

“Are they loaded?” Robert asks.

“The pistol is.” Reyna replies. “The rifles are empty.”

Robert goes over to the night stand, opening it and removing the pistol. Popping out the magazine and racking the slide to make sure it is empty, he puts the magazine in his pocket, and sets the pistol back down on the night stand. “It’s a nice piece.” Robert says.

“My grandfather bought it for me when I graduated high school.” Reyna says. “Any chance we can keep it? If we are on a big enough property, in the right areas, it would probably make sense to have me be armed while I’m checking out the property.”

“We have room for it in my safe.” Robert says. “Why don’t you go ahead and pull out the rifles?”

Reyna pulls two hunting rifles out from under the bed, and sets them on the bed. Robert verifies they are empty, and says. “I’m going to put all of these in the trunk. Why don’t you pull out your ammo cache, and we can bring that too?”

Reyna nods, and begins pulling ammo cans from under the bed.

“Were you preparing for the apocalypse?” Megan asks.

“No, this isn’t really that much.” Reyna says. “Just enough for some hunting and occasional target practice.”

“Did you not have guns growing on your parent’s farm?” Robert asks curiously.

“My dad had a rifle, but we never actually used it.” Megan says.

“Oh…” Robert says. “I just assumed you would be familiar with them, given your background.”

“I fatih escort can teach the girls that are interested, if you want.” Reyna says.

“We’ll see if and when we find a piece of property.” Robert says. “I’ll go ahead and take the guns out now, if you want to go ahead and pack whatever else you want.”

By the time Robert had all 3 guns and the ammo cans loaded, Reyna was ready to go.

“That was fast.” Robert says.

“I try to be a practical girl.” Reyna says. “It was mostly just emptying entire drawers into the box.”

“Awesome.” Robert says. “Well, if there isn’t anything else, we can head back to the house.”

“There is one more thing.” Reyna says. “It would have to be a third box though.”

“What is it?” Robert asks.

“Probably easier to show you.” Reyna says, going into her closet, and coming out with a box larger than the one with her clothes. Opening it, she motions to Robert to look inside.

“Jesus, girl, that’s a lot of toys.” Robert says.

“I think I may have mentioned that I have needs.” Reyna says, clearly not embarrassed at all. “Any chance I can bring them?”

“As long as you can fit them in the car.” Robert says. “One of you will probably need to ride in the front with me.”

Reyna grabs the box, and Robert gets the door for her, motioning Megan ahead of him. “Grab the car door for her.” Robert tells her.

After some juggling of boxes, they eventually manage to get everything to fit.

“Anything else?” Robert asks.

“Nope, I think that’s it.” Reyna says. “Thanks for letting me keep my toys.”

“I’m sure Jane will look forward to going through them with you.” Robert says, giving her a grin. “And maybe I’ll make you sit in my office and use them while I have Taylor blow me.”

“That sounds hot.” Reyna says. “She’s definitely talented.”

“She is.” Robert says. “Let’s go home, I know I’m ready for lunch.”

Lucia has lunch ready when they arrive, and while the three sit down to eat, Robert has Alexia and Amber bring in the boxes Reyna and Megan packed.

“That’s the last of them.” Alexia says.

“Thank you both for carrying them in.” Robert says.

“We assumed you didn’t want us to touch the guns.” Amber says.

“Yeah, I’ll get those after lunch.” Robert says. “For now, why don’t you check for contraband in the boxes? Weapons, or anything that has an internet connection. Girls, anything you just now remember packing that you shouldn’t have?”

Reyna shakes her head, and Megan looks down at her food.

“Megan?” Robert says.

“There is a small pocket knife in with my clothes.” Megan mutters.

“And why didn’t you mention it to me?” Robert asks.

“My grandparents gave it to me when I was a kid.” Megan says. “I’ve always kept it with me.”

“Go ahead and show Amber where it is.” Robert says. “We won’t get rid of it, but the fact that you hid it is a problem.”

“I’m sorry.” Megan says. “I wasn’t going to do anything bad with it.”

Megan gets up, opens her clothing box, and unwraps a pair of socks, revealing a small single bladed pocket knife.

Amber takes it from her, and asks Robert. “What do you want me to do with it, Master?”

“Bring it over here.” Robert says. “Megan, why don’t you finish up your lunch?”

As they all finish lunch, Robert says. “Girls, please go ahead and unpack your boxes. Alexia, can you help them with that?”

Alexia helps them carry boxes upstairs, and Robert hears the washing machine start. “Amber, we obviously need to handle the knife situation with Megan. Can you try to think of an acceptable punishment for her disobedience? It’s not really much a weapon, but she’s already been warned.”

“I can come up with something, Master.” Amber says. “Would you like me to inform her and perform the punishment, or do you want to do it?”

“Do you already have something in mind?” Robert asks. “I don’t want to break her, but I do want it to be enough that Jane doesn’t feel the need to punish her again when she gets home.”

“I have a few ideas, Master.” Amber says. “None of them will break her, but they will give her time to think about what she has done, and hopefully incentivize her to change her behavior.”

“I’ll leave it to you then.” Robert says. “If for some reason you don’t feel safe or comfortable, please stop immediately and yell for me.”

“I’ve handled unruly subs before, Master.” Amber smiles. “Thank you for entrusting this to me.”

“Thank you for handling it.” Robert says, giving her a smile in return. “Did you already have lunch?”

“Yes, Master.” Amber says. “I had as much as I could eat.”

“Good girl.” Robert says, and he sees Amber twitch as her smile grows wider. “Why don’t you go help Alexia get them settled, and then handle Megan.”

“Yes, Master.” Amber says, and then asks. “May I hug you, Master?”

Robert stands up, and holds his arms out, embracing her. “You never have to ask if you can give me a hug.” Robert says. “Consider this permanent permission.”

“Thank you, Master.” Amber says, and then sprints up the stairs.

As soon as she thinks Amber is far enough away not to hear, Lucia lets out the laugh she’s been holding in. “She definitely liked that good girl.” Lucia says, still chuckling. “I bet you could make her cum without even touching her if you did that a few times.”

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Now on with the story.

Date: December 18, 2023

Time: 0 dark 30

Location: Operations, Offutt AFB

‘I lightly snoozed in a comfy chair in the VIP lounge as we waited for the Herkey Bird to touch down, we’d gotten the call about 30 minutes ago and quickly dressed then hurried right over. I had seen the 2 ambulance busses waiting as well as the 10 hummers of APs for security against any possible enemy PWs trying to escape, they would be patched up and sent further back after initial interrogation.’

‘I didn’t know how many other units were sending back PWs, I do know the best way to find things out was from the mouth of the person you’re fighting. I’ve also suspected that some units don’t take prisoners and while I don’t agree with it, that decision is on them, and they’ll have to live with it. And before you decide to jump on your high horse and go all moral on them, 1 you aren’t there and 2 you most likely have 0 clue as to what the hell you’re talking about. Especially seeing how you weren’t there.’

“General, they just landed Sir.” The duty officer said and tapped my leg. My eyes popped open, and I set up looking around, I could get used to this quiet relaxed way of fighting a war. Here I really didn’t have to worry about being attacked, shot at, over run and possibly captured, then tortured and eventually shot in the back of the head and dumped in an unmarked hole in the ground. Personally, I’d like to avoid that possibility hence I fight the NKs like I’m the third monkey on the ramp to Noah’s Ark, and brother it just started to rain.’

‘I stood up and after zipping my parka closed, I walked over to the door then stepped out into the freezing night, I figured that if these kids could do it then so could I. Bobby and Frank followed me out the door, both were armed to the teeth at what I knew were Mikes orders, for some strange reason I think he wanted to keep me alive. I could hear the turbos and jet engines singing as the passenger door of the Hummer that I was nearing popped open, and a young female Captain slid out then saluted me.’

“General, can I assist you Sir?” She asked as I waved my hand in the direction of my right eye. “No, their young lady, I’m just here to meet my people coming in and to have a look at the PWs they managed to grab. I’ll try to stay out of your way.” I told her as a ‘Follow Me’ vehicle came into view with the C-130 hot on its bumper, the ground crew turned their lighted wands on, and one brought him to a stop then after a few minutes had them secure the engines as the busses pulled up to the rear of the AC.’

‘We walked around to the ramp, and I could see the rows of stretchers with their attendants moving among them checking each person laying on them. I could also see the security personal that had flown out with the crew standing near the steps that lead to the flight deck and the forward hatch. The medics lifted the first person out and started down the ramp, they were laying on their belly, and the medics had tented around the back to thigh area. I figured that they had caught a round either in the lower back, upper thigh or in the butt.’

“Jennifer, what the fuck? I thought Mike told you to keep your ass down.” Bobby said as we went to her. “Fuck you Bobby, hey boss man, they shot me in my tushy sir.” She replied as we all leaned in to kiss her cheek and tousle her light brown hair. “I’ll have Mike stop over before we take off Jenny, let them load her up guys.” I said and squeezed her hand one last time before the medics moved yet again and we watched them place her by the back door. I knew she’d be one of the first to be off loaded once they reached the hospital.’

‘The next 3 were all replacements that I didn’t know personally but that made them no less valuable to the defense of the hill or the winning of the war. I shook their hands and told them they’d be just fine and just as soon as they were better, I wanted them back on the hill. They let me know they would be back as soon as they could.’

‘The last off were the PWs and mecidiyeköy escort their guards, I could see that one of their wrists was handcuffed to the stretcher. Most of them looked relieved to finally be out of the war but one had that defiant look in his eyes and I knew he’d be a troublesome one once he finally got where they were holding the PWs.’

‘Once we returned to the house, I quickly found Mike and woke him, I let him know what had happened to Jennifer and where she’d been hit. I also let him know that I thought that she’d be more than likely okay once she healed up that is. He quickly got dressed and took the staff car over to the base hospital, I simply let him go knowing that he needed to see for himself and to let her know he was still there for her.’

‘It was just after 0630 when Mike crept back in, I was lightly snoozing when I heard him come in, I eased out of bed and found him making a pot of coffee, we were planning to have breakfast at the Exchange in order to not leave a mess before we took off today. “You good Mike?” I asked quietly and sat down. “Yeah John, it just fucked me up a little.” He quietly replied. “Talked to the doctor and he said that she’ll be up in about 2 to 3 weeks and sore for about a month. The new doc on the hill pulled out a few splinters of shrapnel, shot her full of antibiotics and sewed her up. Jen’ll have a cute scar on her ass for the rest of her life that’s all.’

‘He poured me a cup once the machine was through brewing it and we sat there sipping what for us was a bit of life-giving necessity. “Make sure we have enough time to visit our guys plus I want to speak to the Docs there about our people.” I told Mike who nodded and pulled out his note pad and scribbled something in there. “Got it boss, I figure we’ll drop our gear off at OPs and head over to make our manners and then head to the hospital. Then head back to wait for the transport, I checked in with OPs before coming back, ETA is still 1230 hours arriving in DC no later than 1700.

‘At 0700 we woke everyone up and all lent a hand to quickly finish packing up and making sure that the VIP house was ready except for the beds being made to accept the next who might stay here. Breakfast was a bit unusual, the PX cafeteria generally didn’t have flag officers stop in so early, I let them know that I wanted nothing special and that I would stand in line just like everyone else.’

‘Someone must have called over to Steves office because about 10 minutes later he showed up with his wife and aide and got in line also, I had let the kids know that because they were now officers’ they would have to pay for their own meals from this point forward unless told otherwise. There had been the obligatory moans, complaints and whimpers about the harsh treatment I was inflicting upon them, I simply stared with a blank expression on my face and finally asked if they were done after listening to them for about 5 minutes, then told them to get moving.’

“John, might we join you for this final meal together.” He said as he came over. “At least until you come back again.” We enjoyed a quick chat, a meal and then did a bit of shopping for ourselves and those in the hospital. It’s a quick trip over and even though it’s early one of the great things about being a General is that very few want to really stop you from completing the task you’re on.’

‘The bit of shopping we’d done at the PX before headed over to the Hospital was to help raise the morale of those there, I wanted them to know that no matter where they were, if I was close, they would get to see me. Jenny got teased about getting hit where she did her thinking, and she gave as good as she got right back at us. I was glad to see her smile and to see the other 3 smile as well, I knew from prior experience that a good mental attitude helped you heal faster.’

‘The arrival of the Lear Jet from the 89th at 1220 showed that they were the ever-efficient VIP delivery service of the U.S.A.F. The ground crews showed their speed and efficiency by quickly turning the C-37B around, personally I don’t think they wanted them to hang around for too long. I can’t say that I blame them, having a high value target on the ground might prove to be too tempting a target to pass up.’

‘We were quickly driven to the jet and while Sue and I boarded, my people helped to load the baggage and then rushed under or around the wing and up the air stairs. The crew chief followed them and pulled the door closed behind her. “We’re clear, let’s go Sir.’ She yelled at the cockpit and strapped herself in. “Everyone strap in and hold on.” She told us as I heard the engines spool up and could see us moving to the runway at a good clip, I knew what was about to happen next.’

‘We hit the threshold of the runway, and this bird got legs, one of the things I knew was that the 89ths pilots were trained in evasive low-level maneuvers to get HVTs into and out of a potential nişantaşı escort hostile air space quickly. I felt us up pitch up then back down as I looked out the window and could see we were no more than 1500′ in the air and moving hammers to hell fast. After 20 or so minutes I felt the pilot pull back on the stick and I watched the ground fall away.’

‘A few minutes later we were above the cloud layer and in the bright sunshine, the crew chief came around taking drink orders and handed me a small stack of message forms to read through and got the rest of the drink orders. I sat there sipping some Tennessee Sour Mash black label old
and read. The itinerary that I now had allowed me a few days of free time; I really didn’t know what I’d do with it, but I do know that I’d spend some time with my family.’

‘Landing at Andrews was a little less exciting than our takeoff, I did notice the AAA defense systems that had been placed by the runways and several other areas. During our decent I had pointed out several landmarks to Sue who had her nose pressed to the porthole window and was gawking like a kid on their first flight. “Not how you thought you’d get to see DC is it?” I asked her, she just shook her head and continues to marvel at the sights below us.’

‘Touchdown was as smooth as silk just what you’d expect from pilots of this caliber, we taxied to a small knot of vehicles and stopped, the chief stood up and began to open the door as we pulled on our field jackets. I’d elected to wear BDUs and berets for their comfort and if they got messy, I wasn’t out the dry-cleaning bill which I knew from past experience could get quite expensive. I thanked the chief and the 2 pilots for such a smooth flight, it always pays to thank your drivers and those that help them and you.’

‘On exiting I was greeted by several members of Colorado’s congressional delegation and a Coronal representing the Joints Chiefs. Luckly the press was being held back, I really did not want my face plastered around the world with a bunch of made-up stories or miss used quotes. I’d let my people know to say nothing to the press about anything happening up on the hill, so far, I’d kept them away and had no intentions of letting them in now.’

‘We were taken by van to our hotel and then straight to our rooms to rest and refresh ourselves, the Coronal let us know what was going on and handed me a slip paper with a room number on it. “Your fathers room number Sir.” He said and left after giving Mike a short list of numbers to call if I required anything.’

”I’m going to go talk to my dad for a few Mike, get everyone unpacked and cleaned up then let’s get the debriefs started okay. G-2 should be here shortly, remind everyone to just answer the questions with the facts, and nothing else.” I told him and lead Sue out the door and down the hall. My reunion with my dad was heartfelt and soon several of my other family members showed up, especially my sister who asked me if I’d heard from her boy Johnny.’

“Sis look, I know he was called, and he knew where to head to if the shit kicked off. He never returned any calls, and he didn’t show up and I haven’t been able to get over that way due to it being 150 miles away through enemy held turf.” I told her and let her know that now that I was getting help, and we were retaking towns and cities as soon as I could I’d get up there and find him. “One way or another I’ll bring him home to you sis. Where’s the other 3 at?” I asked.’

‘She let me know that her oldest hadn’t been able to get the time off and the other 2 were out sightseeing and shopping, in short typical girl stuff when visiting a new place. I talked with her husband, my brother-in-law and I let him know I’d try my best to find their kid. I looked around and found Sue and my sister talking on the couch, my 2 brothers were there, and we traded barbs back and forth then laughed. It felt good to be able to do this again seeing how we really didn’t get together that often.’

‘Debrief was loads of fun, like getting a root cannel with no anesthesia and it was an alpha numerical soup of agencies in the room they’d set up all looking to ask the same questions. What the fuck had happened and what were the NKs going to do now? I had absolutely no way to answer these 2 questions, hell they had access to more data than I possibly ever could. If they couldn’t answer these questions, then there was no way I ever could.’

‘We all went through it even Sue, they asked her to give what she could to give them an additional insight into the thinking of the present crazy in North Korea. As far as I was concerned on the scale of 1 to 10, he was truly fucked and there was no way he’d be able to explain his way out of it. Hell, even the 2 countries that sort of backed him were denying his existence or of backing him.’

‘The next day we went over to the White House and after a few minutes of getting everyone into their şişli escort proper place and making sure everyone’s class A’s were checked for any Irish penates, lint or stray hairs. We sat down and waited for the CinC to come in. The flags arrived first followed by his military attaché who announced him, he made a short speech and the awarded several high-ranking awards that looked good being presented by the hand of the President.’

“In the opening days of the invasion this next individual took a stand and showed his fellow Americans what courage truly looked like.” He said as a few people clapped to make him look better. “On day 6 he managed to rescue 20 members of a National Guard unit that had been ambushed close to his home that had become a base of operations against the North Koreans.”

“Master he’s talking about you isn’t he.” Sue whispered in my ear. I simply nodded and laid a hand on her leg to calm her. ” On day 3 he personally denied a NK Airborne Division reinforcements and resupply when he shot down over 30 aircraft, a blow that the NKs still haven’t recovered from.” Jesus this guy was painting me like I was George Patton or Audie Murphy or John Wayne. I was just a guy who knew how to fight and hadn’t knuckled under, I’d had taken the fight to the NKs on my own terms and fuck the rules.’

“I call Brigadier General John P. Bishop to please stand and come forward Sir.” The President said as a uniformed aide came to my row and stood next to me at attention and motioned for me to follow him to the stage. I stood and tucked my cover under my left arm then followed him as he directed me to stand next to the President. Another officer stepped up to the podium and pulled out a large sheet of paper from a folder under his left arm. “Attention to orders… By order of the congress of the United States of America and in the name of the people of America…” He began and I tuned him out.’

‘Another Officer came forward and stood between the President and me, facing outward so that others could see the MoH and Silver Star directly below it. He pinned the Star on the hook over my left chest pocket and then saluted me as I returned it. The same officer began to read from another citation as the President picked up the MoH and with the help of a military aide he placed the MoH around my neck and then smoothed the upturned collar back down and we saluted each other yet again.’

‘The applause this time was genuine, and several pictures were taken as I stood next to him then was invited to say a few words. “Thank you, Mr. President, Ladies and Gentlemen and those who have assembled here for this momentous event. I stand here humbly and accept these awards for those who deserve them more that I do but will never be recognized.” I started and spoke for about 3 minutes; I thanked many people including my father and other family members who were sitting there making sure to include Sue but not mention her by name, I didn’t want the NKs figuring out who she was just yet.’

‘The reception was mercifully quick, and I had a chance to speak to the President elect as well as to the sitting President about my plans to take back my area of Colorado and move the war in our favor. I told them that I had no plans to play nicely and would hit hard and fast and never give the NKs a chance to hit back. Someone once told me that when you have your foot on your enemy’s neck that you don’t lift it to reposition it. Once it’s there, it’s there to stay.’

‘The next several days were spent running over to the CIA or the Pentagon to meet with someone about something or present my plan to move in a large group of troops and then attack like hell. I told them that I would need at least a Battalion of troop and other assets either on call or at a high priority if called upon including recon intel and Artillery units and engineers to build a fire base at the Northeast end of my property.’

———- I can still look out my den window and see the covered tubes of the M777 155mm guns that make up Fire Base Revenge. It’s still improved upon every few months and the guns now have concrete bunkers to hide in if the shit kicks off yet again. They control an area out to between 30km (19mi) and 40km (25mi) in all directions with the special rounds that are stored underground in the mountain. ———-

‘It took me several days of fast talking and reassuring the powers that be that I could put a serious dent in the NKs plans by doing what I had planned if and when I got the troops that I not only wanted but needed. Besides I hated running a war on a shoestring budget, it made no sense.’

‘After I put my family on a plane back up North, I then spent a few more days locking down all plans and lining things up, Hell I even got to take Sue on a tour of DC and show her all the really cool places like the museums and gallery’s that they had to offer. Having that little blue ribbon on my chest really opened a few doors for me and I even managed to get ahold of my company at out second site in Tennessee. It was good to know that the trucks had managed to make it out of the invasion zone hauling several million in finished and partly finished weapons, the plant they were now in was under heavy guard by the local National Guard in that area.’