Many thanks to @thegoofyproofyreader for his help writing and editing this story.

Inspired by the song “Little Pink Mack” by Kay Adams.

The sun streamed into the bedroom. Billy slowly opened his eyes. He felt warm and threw off the covers. His morning wood sprang free, pointing proudly upward. When he looked down, Billy had a pleasant flashback of last night’s lovemaking with Wanda. He smiled. Billy lay back on the bed and admired his own body. Then he remembered how many times he had reached orgasm and how much cum he had shot. He remembered how Wanda had orgasmed in his mouth over and over, and how she had passed out in mid-fuck. That was some night.

Carefully and quietly so as not to wake his woman, Billy got up. He peed, cleaned up a bit, and put on his bathrobe. He went into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. It was a beautiful morning, clear, sunny, and chilly. Their home in Beaver, Utah was in a high valley. The elevation was almost 6000 feet, and the nearby mountains were visible from the windows of the house. Billy knew it would warm up soon. He was feeling well recovered from his truck accident. He wanted to do something today, maybe go hiking at the reservoir.

“Good morning, my lover man.” Wanda came into the kitchen, Her medium length dirty blonde hair was tousled in a sexy way. She was wearing one of Billy’s trucking company t-shirts and a pair of panties. Wanda radiated post-sex beauty to Billy right then. Her pretty face and hair complemented her perfect breasts that were right then swaying loosely under the tee. Wanda was 5′ 4″ tall. She had been blessed with all the right curves in all the right places. The loose shirt did little to hide those curves hiding underneath. The sight of her now, combined with the memories of last night, gave him the beginning stirrings of an erection.

“Coffee, beautiful? How did you sleep?”

Wanda’s face lit up. “I slept really well. I feel so good today! And yes, please, I’d love a cup of coffee.” She stood by while Billy poured her a cup. He handed it to her. She set it down on the counter and took Billy into her arms.

“Last night was so fantastic. I should be tired and sore. The way you gave it to me, how could I not be sore?” They grinned at each other. “But I feel great. Like I’m full of energy and ready to enjoy this beautiful day. Let’s do something outdoorsy today.”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. Let’s hang out for an hour or two and let it warm up, and then go for a hike. Remember that time we went to Puffer Lake?”

Last summer they had gone to a secluded lake in the mountains near home. It had been a hot day. They had decided to make the narrow stretch of shoreline a nude beach, and so they were naked sunbathing. Naturally, Billy got hard in the beautiful warm breeze. Wanda noticed his pole sticking up, so she leaned over and gobbled up his cockhead. Billy loved this blowjob. He asked her to climb up and let him eat her while she sucked him. They had a languid 69 session, just enjoying the lake, the sun, the breeze, and the oral pleasure.

Wanda grinned again. She remembered it, and she wanted to do it again today. She could already feel a slight dampness just thinking about it. But she was coy to Billy. “Oh I remember something about that time at the lake. Yes, let’s go there for lunch.” Again, they both looked at each other with a gleam in their eyes.

They moved over to the couch with their coffees. Neither of them could deny there was an elephant in the room. Any small talk would just delay the inevitable. Billy started first.

“I have no idea what happened last night, but it was fantastic. You were so sexy and hot. I just couldn’t stop making love to you.”

“No kidding! You were like some kind of super stud. Did you take one of those boner pills?”

“Nope. Not a thing. It must be whatever that genie did to me. He gave me more than just the magic adjustable dick. There’s more to this. I mean, I’ve never cum that many times. My dick just never went down. And my god, how much sperm did I shoot? I’m surprised I’m not dehydrated.” That reminded him to drink his coffee.

“I wasn’t keeping track. All I knew was that the whole thing was amazing. You made me feel so good. I don’t even remember the last part.”

“That’s ’cause you passed out. Literally, I was inside you and I think you were in mid-orgasm, and you just closed your eyes and collapsed.”

Wanda laughed. “Yeah, I don’t remember any of that. But one thing I DO remember was when you were eating me out. I came a zillion times. Something happened to me. Do you think that’s because of the genie?”

“Maybe. I mean, I didn’t invent some new oral technique. I just love eating you.” Billy was quiet for a minute, just letting it all process.

“I think I need to eat you out right now, in the name of science. You can make observations on how it feels, and make notes.” He was just kidding around about the science part, but he definitely wanted to eat her.

She was all in favor of that. The beautiful morning, the memories of last night, and sefaköy escort their current discussion had all gotten her warmed up. Wanda looked at Billy. She could see his cock poking through the bathrobe. Wanda stood up quickly. She pulled her panties off and threw them across the room. She pulled the t-shirt over her head and tossed it after the panties. Wanda looked at Billy and shook her boobs playfully at him. Then she got back down on the couch. She swung one leg up onto the couch back, and kept the other foot on the floor. Her glistening pink petals were wide open to Billy. “Come and get me, lover man.”

“Now remember, we’re doing this in the name of science. Try to pay attention to how it feels. We’ll make notes after. I’m going to time it.” Maybe he wasn’t kidding after all…

“I’ll do my best, but no promises. Now stop talking and get a-licking.” She danced her fingers on her slit and made a circle around her clitoris.

Billy shucked his robe. He knelt on the floor and centered himself in Wanda’s muff. She was wet already. Billy really loved eating Wanda out. Her pussy felt so great in his mouth. She had a light taste. He gave her a long, slow lick, with a flick at the end when he reached her stiff nub. Wanda moaned. He pushed his tongue into her vagina to get a good taste.

“Oh baby! You are sweet like honey. Your pussy is so good.”

Then he sucked Wanda’s clit into his mouth. Usually he wouldn’t head straight to the clit this quickly, but it just seemed like the thing to do today. With light sucking pressure he danced his tongue all over her most sensitive spot. Wanda reached an orgasm quickly. “Yee haw! Ride ’em cowboy!” she laughed. She was spasming and clenching all over Billy’s mouth while he tongue-tickled her bean. The orgasmic wave passed through her. Billy stopped sucking, and began to lick and kiss her gently.

“Woo hoo! That was awesome! How did you do that?”

“I don’t know. I just ate you out. What did it feel like for you? How was it different from before?

“It started as soon as your mouth was on me. Everywhere you licked I got a buzz. I can’t really explain it, everything happened so fast. But I can feel it still, right now, because you’re down there. Start again, but go really slow.”

Billy didn’t have to say anything. He just had to keep licking her, only very slowly. He gave one quick lick to her clitoris.

“Yes! Oh, I definitely felt that. Now change it and lick somewhere else.”

Billy focused on her vagina. He thrust his tongue into her as far as he could. He started fucking her with his tongue. She was so wet that he had to start swallowing as he licked.

Wanda moaned, “Oh yes! That is amazing! Your tongue is fantastic! Wherever you lick me, I get hot and horny and…..oh!……”

Billy remembered he was supposed to slow down. In the name of science, of course. He gave her a minute, then said, “So I guess I have a magic mouth that can melt your pussy.”

“Yeah, sure. Let’s go with that. But why did you stop? Finish the job,” she said teasingly.

“It was for science.” Billy sucked and tickled Wanda’s pussy some more. She creamed again all over his mouth. He lived for these orgasms.

“That does it, you’re better than any vibrator. I’m bringing you everywhere with me. You’re going to eat me at work, at home, at the grocery store, on the hiking trail…”

“I’ll eat you every chance I get. But wait, we’re not done with the science part. I remember last night…”

Billy walked over to the window that looked out over their neighborhood and the valley beyond. He stood in the window, beckoning Wanda to join him. She approached. She bent over, putting her elbows on the window sill for support. Her legs were apart and her hips were angled so that her snatch was pointing upward.

“Fuck me.”

It was an invitation he couldn’t turn down. Billy entered her. From behind he got a very deep thrust. He pumped slowly as he mentally adjusted his penis to get as much vagina as possible.

Wanda said, “Yes. That’s it!” He was in her sweet spot, size wise.

“How does it feel? Is my dick magical like my mouth?”

“Mmmm…I don’t think so. I mean it feels great but it feels normal. Oh, but I love your new big cock.” She smiled.

“Yeah I love having a big cock too.”

He drilled her some long and deep strokes. There was no mistaking that he had a big cock. “Now that big cock is going to cum inside you and we’ll see how that feels. All for science, of course.”

Bill pumped Wanda in front of the window. He felt like a stud and he wanted all the world to know it. He grabbed her hips, began driving into her, and enjoyed every sensation of their lascivious connection. She was more than warm, she was hot and wet. The orgasm started tickling his balls. He kept going at a steady pace. The cum rose up. His first shot squirted inside Wanda. Then another and another load erupted. He was spurting mightily.

“Yes, baby, I can feel that. Fill me up with your cum! Keep going!”

Bill florya escort squirted until he had nothing left. And he kept squirting empty loads in an extended orgasm. He continued thrusting. He could feel all of his sperm surrounding and lubricating his rod. Wanda was sopping wet.

“Oh yeah! You made me cum a gallon! You are so sexy, Wanda. What are you feeling now? How is it different this time?”

“Oh wow. Ummm, mmmm, I just feel like I’m super turned on even more. My pussy is on fire. I need your cock in me.”

Billy was already in her. He squirmed around so she would be sure his shaft was buried deeply. Then he started pumping again.

“And this started when I came?” Bill was the ever-ardent detective.

“I don’t know. I think so. Just keep fucking me damn it!”

Wanda came with a loud moan and her hips shaking with her orgasm. He could feel her tightening on him. It inspired him to thrust deeper and harder. His balls were smashed against her ass while she ground on him. Her pussy squeezed him tightly and she moaned with pleasure. Eventually her climax subsided. Billy reduced his thrusting. They fucked slowly in silence. Then he had an idea – let’s verify that it’s the semen that affects her. Without mentioning his idea to Wanda, he sped up again, pounding away until he could manage another ejaculation. It only took a few minutes because Billy was now a fucking and cumming machine.

The next round of sperm flew out of Billy’s dick in multiple spurts. Wanda was already full up. Every time Bill moved, he made wet noises as the thick white cum slurped out of her, spilling down her thighs.

“There it is again. What is happening? My god!” Wanda couldn’t really think or talk.

“I’m cumming again! Your pussy feels so fucking good.”

“That’s the magic feeling, baby. It just came on strong,” she confirmed.

After Bill finished squirting his next load of jism, he pulled his cock out of Wanda’s dripping hole. He knelt in place and started licking and swallowing his own juice. Just like last night, it tasted sweet and creamy. Wanda reacted to his tongue cleaning and a climax drove her over the edge. As Wanda came yet again, Billy’s juice mixed with her own and filled his mouth, straight from the pussy. Billy was in heaven. So was Wanda.

She came down from her peak. Bill stood up. They kissed deeply. His still-hard cock rubbed against her body, leaving a smear of cream on her. Wanda figured she should clean him up like he had just done for her. She got on her knees and started sucking and licking his big dick. Bill looked out the window, surveying his domain, while his woman gave him an enthusiastic blowjob. He had his shaft slowly get smaller, so that Wanda could give him a really complete licking. When he was sufficiently semen-free, Wanda smacked her lips and stood up again. They held each other in the afterglow. Between this morning and last night, it felt like they were brand new lovers, or a couple on their honeymoon. So much sex, so much exploration. So much closeness and intimacy. It was really cementing them as a couple.

They held hands and went back to the kitchen to rustle up some breakfast. Or lunch. What time was it, anyway?

Wanda concluded, “You are some lover. Whatever happened to you at the hospital, I am all in favor of it. We are having some really fantastic sex.”

“I know. It’s amazing. The best part for me is that all these changes have been as much for you as they have been for me. I can make my dick as big or small as you want. I have a magic mouth that gives you pleasure. I have magic cum that makes you horny. That genie guy really knew what he was doing. I love pleasing you, and I love your body and I love fucking you. And I love you.”

Billy Mack and Wanda Ann were one happy, horny couple. It was still morning, so they had the whole Saturday ahead of them.

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The weekend finally had to end. When they looked back on this weekend, Billy and Wanda would start referring to these days as their “Lost Weekend.” It seemed like they were constantly doing something sexual. There were rooms in their house that needed to be fucked in. There were positions that needed to be tried, and tried again just to make sure. They only had clothes on when they went out for dinner, or were on the hiking trail. If they had been counting, they would have set a record for number of orgasms.

Their Saturday night restaurant meal had been a fun time. They went out to a local Mexican place, where they were regulars. Wanda had worn a skirt and no panties underneath, with a tight white top covering her braless chest. As soon as they sat down, Bill’s meat got hard in his jeans. The dinner conversation was mostly recaps of their lusty weekend, except when the waitress approached and they clammed up.

The waitress, Silvia, seemed to have noticed Billy’s tent pole, because she kept glancing at his crotch while she took their orders. They both noticed. Billy atakent escort grew his dick until there was no more room left in his trousers, just for Silvia. After she left the table, Wanda surprised Billy by saying, “She’s pretty, don’t you think? I wonder what she looks like naked.”

He pondered the question, watching Silvia as she walked through the restaurant. “I bet she’s good in bed.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Wanda said, playfully. “Now, what are we going to do when we get home?” And the conversation veered away from Silvia. The idea of adding a third person was now floating in the air.

Alas, Monday morning arrived. Wanda had to go to work. Her alarm went off and got up and started getting ready for her day. Billy woke up while she was putting on her clothes. He saw what she was doing and said, “Hey, wait a minute. How about a quickie before you put all that on?”

“Oh, lover man, I can’t. I have to go to work.”

“I mean a real quickie. Come over here and sit on my face for a minute.”

Wanda realized what he was offering. If there was any female equivalent of “rubbing one out,” Billy’s tongue was it. She climbed back into bed, gave Billy’s hard shaft a squeeze, and lowered her snatch onto his face. His mouth went into action. It wasn’t long before Wanda’s breathing quickened and she was twitching in his lips and showering him with her orgasm.

“Well, that’s the right way to start the day. Thank you, lover.”

“Come back any time. And have a great day at work. I’m going to see about getting back on the road again.”

“That’ll be good. Let me keep going here, I’ll talk to you later.” Wanda left the bedroom. Bill could hear her getting coffee, assembling her stuff, and leaving for the day.

He was basically healed from the crash, so it was time to get back on the road. But he didn’t even have a truck. Bill got on the phone to his dispatcher in Tennessee. He asked him for a new truck, with the largest sleeper cabin they had. He figured he might be having some company once summer started. The dispatcher surprised Billy by saying they had already thought ahead on that. His new truck was at the terminal in Salt Lake City (SLC). All Billy had to do was get there to pick it up. And by the way, was he ready to drive? There was a good three day route starting in SLC if he wanted it. Billy felt ready, so he said yes. He’d be there tomorrow morning.

The rest of Bill’s ‘work day’ was spent preparing for his next trip, interrupted by frequent flashbacks of the last couple of days with Wanda. He found it hard to concentrate on getting anything done. He would start packing some clothes, and then his memory would flash on the time when he had two orgasms back-to-back while his schlong was buried in Wanda’s ass. That mental image made him horny, so he masturbated himself until he got his rocks off. After he came, he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Back to the preps. It wasn’t long before another lusty memory popped up. The cycle repeated a few times during the day until finally he was ready to go to work the next day.

Wanda also had a unique work day. She was very happy and upbeat all day. Her students seemed to follow her cue because the usual 3rd grade drama was low key. During lunch hour, she went into the teacher’s lounge for lunch. Her friend Denise, who worked in the school office, was at the microwave.

“Hi, girl! How are you on this beautiful day?”

Denise smiled at Wanda. “I’m doing great, thank you. And what makes you so happy?”

“Ohhh, I don’t know. I guess I just woke up on the right side of the bed. I hope this happy mood lasts!”

“What did you do over the weekend?” Denise inquired.

Wanda had to think a minute. What had she done this weekend? Oh right she’d had a honeymoon at home with her man. The thought of it gave her a little twinge you know where. “Oh not much. Just hung out with Billy, I guess. We kinda stayed around the house relaxing.” Wanda was deciding how much to share with Denise. They were pretty good friends, and had gotten together as two couples outside work a few times. Denise’s husband Ed was pretty cute. He was tall and had thick salt and pepper hair. But this wasn’t the place or time to go into her love life, so she left it at that. Wanda couldn’t help but wonder how those two were doing in the bedroom. Of course, nothing could beat the new Billy, but they seemed to have a nice spice in the way they talked to each other. She bet they had a good groove in bed.

Denise interrupted her reverie. “Oh come on, tell me, Wanda. I can tell you’re hiding something.”

“Well, maybe I am. I’ll tell you later, when we’re not at work. All you need to know is…” Wanda put two fingers in her mouth, and pulled them out slowly, with a sucking motion.

Denise’s eyes bugged. “Girlfriend! You got to tell me now.” She smiled.

“Another time. I have to eat before the bell rings. Talk to you later, sweetie!” Wanda took her food back to her classroom.

Her afternoon class went well. She was energized. She knew her lesson plan, and managed to work her way through it without much distraction. She handled every interruption and distraction smoothly and calmly, and didn’t let the kids get under her skin. When the bell rang at 3:00, Wanda dismissed the class with a feeling of real accomplishment. She’d been on top of her teacher game today, that’s for sure.

After 3 months in space, James found himself bored and unable to keep himself entertained in his free time after completing his assigned daily tasks to maintain the craft and the sleeping crew. He had trained himself for this but was quickly learning that training and reality are two very different things.

The first part of the mission he had kept himself busy texting and emailing with friends, family and friendly coworkers from the control center. He’d used The Craft’s on board data to prepare to earn a few degrees while in flight and was doing well in his studies, but he needed some thing more fulfilling.

James was working through his monthly maintenance tasks in the crew hibernation quarters and was dreading the task of cleaning out the waste recycling system that was connected from each crew member into the collector. The crew were fed liquids and nutrients though feeding tubes and the waste recycling system took the waste, separated liquid from solids and left him with the unsavory task of moving the solid waste for storage and reuse. The system was all very clean with very little odor, but James still didn’t like the idea that he was handling, essentially, the fecal matter of every crew member on board. With a crew of 50, there was only around 50-60 lbs of dried matter to dispose of each month, and all of the liquid went back into storage for drinking.

The upside of this rotation in the task list was the personnel utility wash. The crew inspection and saline wash was a weekly task where he would check vitals for each crew member, inspect them physically from head to toe to be sure that there were no lesions, radiation damage, or other concerns that needed to be addressed. There were 32 women in this crew of Of the 32 women on board, there were 10 that made the whole task worthwhile. He saved their inspection for last.

Early in the trip, James had moved the 10 favorites into the same area so that they were the final inspections for the day. For the weekly monitoring task, James was required to physically inspect all crew members, sanitize all feeding ports and waster ports, run a saline and moisturizing bath into their hibernation chamber and take care of any concerns or comfort maintenance of each sleeper. For the 40 crew members at the top of the list, all of the inspections were professional, clinical and boring.

All crew members knew that on a voyage this long, there would be an attending technician that would remain awake while the crew slept. They knew that the technician would eventually see and touch every inch of them in a 9 month voyage. Some even made jokes about who was going to get the most attention when it came to comfort maintenance. Everyone understood that comfort maintenance was part of inspection and included follow ups like custom levels of skin moisturizer in the bath and adjusting air pressure on the side of the skin touching the hibernation mattress. Anything done to prevent or correct lesions throughout the flight were comfort maintenance. In the days before the crew was to be brought out of stasis, more detailed things would be added. Finger and toe nails would be clipped and hair would be clipped using vacuum enabled devices. During voyage time, it was at the technician’s discretion if a crew member needed additional care. James’s favorite 10 got a lot of additional care. They even got their own internal designation in his mind. They were the F-10. F-10 described the group of people as well as the level of detail he took in the task of their comfort maintenance.

James never crossed any professional boundaries with his favorite 10, but their nails, hair, air pressures and güneşli escort moisture levels of their baths were always given extra attention. Their skin was maintained perfectly and they always looked angelic laying in their sleep tanks. James never crossed any professional boundaries, but it was part of his job to inspect and if needed, touch every inch of every one of his patients. One of his favorite team members and one of his F-10 jokingly told him to monitor her closely for breast cancer while she was sleeping. He jokingly told her that she would constantly be in good hands while she slept.

James certainly knew, and very well, all of the breast tissue of his favorite 10 as well as the breast tissue of a few others on the crew. He had sexual relations with 2 of the crew during training and quarantine, but none from the F-10. In the beginning, James was well behaved in doing his tasks. As time went on, he entertained himself more by letting his hands enjoy the inspections for a bit longer than needed. At first his hands only spent extra time enjoying inspections on the 2 women in the crew that he’d slept with. James never crossed any professional boundaries but after 3 months in space, James found himself bored and unable to entertain himself in his free time after completing his assigned tasks to maintain the craft and the sleeping crew.

James spent the next 6 days working in other parts of the craft and only stopped into crew hibernation wings for reviewing charts and preventive maintenance. The crew were in a dark, heavily shielded room next to his monitoring panel. He didn’t see them most of the time. During that week he thought more and more about how isolated he felt and how horny he was. James was watching more porn than usual and one night after all tasks were completed he stumbled across scenes of sleep fetish in the E&E database.

The system database was a snapshot and backup of the internet as it existed in the month before launch. The database was filtered and data was chosen to go into the database as part of the enrichment and entertainment allotment in storage. The enrichment and entertainment systems were assigned more storage space, more power for AI and more total system power than any other 2 systems on the craft. Scientists knew that E&E could make or break scientific research facilities and ensured that there was as much available as possible. Very little was filtered from the snapshot before loading it onto the ship’s system. Pornography was filtered very little.

After watching a few week’s worth of sleep fetish videos, James was starting to see very blurred edges on the line between patient inspection and what would be considered unprofessional behavior. In reality, James knew that those edges were blurry to him after only a week or two of being in the mission but James felt that he was about to break rules to a level of his morality that he’d never questioned before.

James scheduled additional inspections and maintenance on the two women on board that he’d slept with. He also scheduled 3 men from the list so that it didn’t throw a flag up in an audit. As usual, he only gave the men a quick look over during the extra inspection. When he looked at the 2 women, he spent more time touching and squeezing. He brought the moisturizer and thoroughly coated them and massaged their sleeping bodies. He wasn’t able to put his fingers inside of the patients due to the life support systems attached to hibernation garments that covered very little skin, but held all of the devices in place. The mouth was closed and sealed with a small hose and mahmutbey escort device inside. A very small pair of panties were on the ladies and were solely to hold the urine and limited solid waste collector tubes. Skin was covered as little as possible to avoid lesions. As much as James wanted to finger these women, he knew that there would be a procedure to follow and document if he removed the hibernation garment. He got himself very worked up touching and kissing the sleeping former lovers and when he couldn’t take anymore, he finalized the inspection and went to his state room to use the onboard AI porn generator and toys that he’d printed. He watched more sleeping fetish videos that he’d programmed to have actresses that looked like F-10 crew and ejaculated into the toy he had made that was connected to a collection device near his bunk.

The weekly cleaning was a few days away and James spent the time thinking about what he could do to enjoy the time when he did the F-10 cleaning tasks. He had several things in mind and as he started inspecting the F-10, he knew which patient would be first and he knew exactly what he’d be doing. For this first break from professionalism, James picked Angela. She was one of the youngest and lowest ranking crew members on board, and to be F-10, she was also one of the prettiest. She was small and had a very lean body with perfect, small, perky breasts. Even lying still her body showed a little muscle tone. She was blonde and had shoulder length wavy hair with tighter curls that naturally formed around her face. Her nose was well defined, graceful, strong and unmodified by surgery. Her arms were long and lean and her clavicles and ribs showed softly through her skin. Her stomach was flat and her hipbones contrasted against the soft curves beautifully. She had beautiful A cups that were almost flat against her chest. Her legs were long and lean like her arms. She was barely feet tall and 90 lbs. James thought about how easy it would be to take her out of the hibernation tank and use her unconscious body on a softer transfer gurney.

James adjusted Angela’s hibernation tank elevation so that it was at a comfortable level for him. The hibernation tanks were designed around the inhabitants body and cradled them with just enough space for inspections and utility wash liquid to fill the tank and cover them. Air pressure from below kept the skin from chafing against the synthetic tub bottom. James took out his cock and started rubbing it on different parts of Angela’s helpless body. He licked and bit her breasts and nipples. He kissed as deeply between her legs as he could without disconnecting her catheters. James took his time and adjusted Angela’s body position, using the robotic assistant, so he could rub his cock on all of soft curves of her skin. He ran his hands over her body and rubbed his cock on her belly until he couldn’t wait anymore. He watched cum explode onto her stomach, filling her navel and running down her waist, dripping into her hibernation tank. James stood still letting his balls empty onto the sleeping body. He pulled at her nipples and enjoyed the sight he just created.

James wanted to use one more crew member for one more orgasm before going back to his quarters. There was a particularly pretty, but also particularly bitchy member of the crew and James wanted to cum on her face. He turned on cleaning mode on Angela’s tank and set the system to complete a basic utility wash on its own. He turned his attention to Kit.

Kit was an Asian scientist that was about 40 years old. She had shiny black, super straight arnavutköy escort hair, that was cut in a fringe style to frame her perfect flat face. Asleep in her tank, Kit looked very sweet and peaceful, but awake, she was a bitch to the core. She was one of the top leaders and top minds on the mission. All she lacked was the ability to treat people well. She always did what was best for the crew’s success, best for the mission and best for science, so everyone respected her, but even her decisions to implement crew enrichment programs were implemented with a cold, driven calculation.

James was always a bit more rough when inspecting Kit and this inspection was going to be no different. He groped Kit’s body forcefully and pulled her tank into position so he could lay his cock across her face. He was careful to avoid hitting the life support tubes in her mouth and nose, but he slapped the rest of her face mercilessly with his cock. He squirted some moisturizer onto the eye closest to him and started pushing his slippery cock hard against her closed eyelids and the bridge of her nose. He alternated between slapping her face and humping her face. He was starting to see some red marks in the shape of a shaft and he knew that she would be a little bruised from the punishment. She would never know the difference, but he knew he may be able to see the marks for another 2 cycles of cleanings. He felt a pang of guilt but this also stirred a darker side in him and his cock got harder from the thought of seeing the reminder for a few weeks. He gave her face one final slap and started cumming on the pretty flat Asian features.

Having ones fluids analyzed daily for optimal meal and vitamin administration allows a man to have more energy and more semen production than most health fanatics even dream of. James’ second orgasm wasn’t as intense as the first but there was an equally abundant amount of semen as the first load. James aimed the different shots of that load to all of his favorite spots on Kit’s face. Despite how harsh she was, James always found her eyes soft and beautiful when she was sitting still and thinking. Her large dark eyes and epicanthal folds always caught his attention and mesmerized him. Her strong cheekbones flattened her face and her gold skin always reflected a better version of whatever light was on her. Her short straight hair and fringe where always the perfect, precise frame for her face. The ends of the fringe, where it almost touched her eyebrows, was as sharp as a knife and always in a perfect straight line. It was in these three areas that James focused his load.

He knew that the would get 2 good shots when he came on her, maybe a 3rd but it would be weak. He aimed the first one by laying his cock on her forehead. His rope-like load coated her bangs and fell in a long splash into her eyelid. He twisted his cock and let the second shot squirt across her cheekbones. He knew that the rest of his load would only leak from his cock to he laid it across the side of her face closest to him and let it shrink and drain as he took pictures.

As pretty as she was at work, she was much prettier laying in her hibernation tank, with white globs of jizz on her face. He knew that the next 6 months on this voyage would give him plenty of time to cum on all of the women in the crew that he wanted to. He knew the F-10 would get most of the attention, but he knew he would spend time with a few other sleeping women, showing them his new hobby. He turned away from Kit and programmed Angela’s hibernation tank to go into low power mode until the next scheduled inspection. He turned back to Kit’s control panel and canceled the cleaning cycle for Kit so he could come back later and see his load on her face again before cleaning her up.

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I hope you enjoyed the story. It got a little long, but I already have Part 2 brewing. Please leave a comment letting me know what you thought. I always enjoy feedback.

Sha-Ra slunk into Wizard Isidore’s study, behind me like a cat sneaking into a room full of sleeping dogs!

Her fear was now evident as her, up until then, fearless continence kept her swaggering and dismissive of me. That was right up until we approached the study, and she realized where I was actually taking her. Then her presence seemed to shrike and diminish by the step.

Introducing the Orc warrior woman to the wizard was going to be more difficult than I suspected!

Isidore just sat at his study table, silent, amid his mounds of interrupted arcane studies and eyed our disruption fumbling into his inner sanctum.

I finally turned back and ever so gently scooped Sha-Ra’s right hand into both of mine, careful not to squeeze or tug, lest she smash my skull with the other. I gently coaxed her in, step by step as her eyes remained wide with terror affixed on the dread Master-Wizard.

I introduced Sha-Ra Bloodclaw to Isidore the Wizard once they were standing appropriately. It was just that getting there took an inordinate amount of time!

Sha-Ra whined a little and then settled down when she realized she was not going to be instantly incinerated by the Wizard’s gaze.

Isidore gently asked, “Sha-Ra, you are a warrior, yes?”

The Orc woman nodded that she was. But her trembling jerky fearful response had me considering taking a step away in case she wet herself, as her awestruck eyes indicated she might.

Isidore informed her calmly, “I am going to ask to inspect your scars as is a tradition among your people, accepting new members.” Sha-Ra blinked at him and Isidore the Wizard pressed, “Remove your garments and kneel, so I may inspect your battle scars.”

Shocked stiff, she mechanically did as asked.

I remembered my girls doing much the same with me, on the day we first bathed in the pond.

Isidore appraised Sha-Ra mostly inspecting her scars and their positioning towards the front. A few scars were in intimate and probably painful places like a slash across the soft meat above her left hip. And another that appeared to be a spear thrust into the upper flesh of her right breast leading into her armpit, and traveled outward to nick her inner arm. There were few on her back, the most significant being a slash across her left calf that probably came from someone taking a swipe at her from the side during a close-quarters armed scrum.

It was impossible to miss her beautiful natural musculature, right down to her jealousy-inspiring washboard stomach. Nor was it possible to miss her massive head-sized, completely natural, tits that hung high and proud on her chest, seemingly unaffected by gravity.

Wizard Isidore seemed pleased.

He complimented, “She is a fine example of her species, Alexander. I watched the four girls you brought to Azura’s service. They all seemed pleasant enough on your return journey. You have a good eye for things like this. I know that the flesh-for-cash trade on your plane is mostly taboo, but you have an eye for quality people. If that is not offensive.”

He was right.

I did not know how to take that, now that he brought it up.

This world was getting to me. I just used my hiring skills and did not even consider that I was buying and not hiring.

Isidore suddenly looked to the side, off his left shoulder slightly, drawing my attention back to reality. His eyes were distant and unfocused. He stared out at a point somewhere off my right shoulder, as I faced him.

Master Wizard Isidore immediately changed tack and doubled his rate of speech. He quickly offered, “Well, Sha-Ra Bloodclaw. I am familiar with your clan. You are feared warriors. We do not have much time. Quickly now, may I have your oath of loyalty and protection, as your bondsman and new master?”

Sha-Ra agreed, submitting quickly to what she must have perceived as overwhelming power, “Yes mighty Wizard. I will serve you to my absolute best ability until my death in your protection.”

Nodding Isidore accepted, quickly, “Good enough for now. We will review duties and benefits later. Get dressed quickly.” He waggled his hand off at a corner of the room, and absently told Sha-Ra, “Now off to that corner with you, and quickly pick a weapon from the pile that you would like to kill someone with.”

Perplexed, I turned, looking into the neglected corner.

I looked over and behind her, as Sha-Ra scooped up her skimpy garb, and sure enough, there was a pile of discarded weapons and armor there I had never noticed before in that deep corner.

Sha-Ra quickly rummaged, bending over and displaying her finely muscled rear-end, before pulling a nice large double-handed war ax. For a Human, it was a double-handed ax, but given her size she could probably use it one-handed.

When I looked back at him, Isidore rushed from behind his table and snapped his fingers at me, and then pointed, while barking, “Alexander, go to that shelf and fetch the large urn labeled ‘Salt’.”

Confused, I shrugged and moved bahçeşehir escort to comply, seeing the large clearly labeled urn immediately.

While I was reaching for the large clay vessel Isidore snapped, “Sha-Ra, help me clear a ten paces by ten paces space in the middle of this room!”

Now I was concerned!

I rushed over, placed the urn securely next to the chairs on the front corner of his table desk, and shoved those chairs under the table too. Then immediately joined the furniture moving, shoving things as quickly as possible with the other two.

Isidore broke our work only by demanding, while he was shoving a short plush foot stool out of the way, “Alexander! Have you named a demon recently!”

I had to think about that one!

I mumbled, “I don’t think so.”

Then it popped into my head about the night prior, “Well, not named. I didn’t say it out loud. But last night, well I guess this morning, before we got Sha-Ra and the new Gobo-girls, I was with Vespera and realized that I am thankful and grateful to Lilitha Nyx for abducting and sending me here. Because otherwise, I would have never met my girls.”

Shaking his head in frustration, Isidore snapped, “Idiot!

“You have a lot to learn!

“Alex, some days you are attentive and intelligent. And then others you go and do something like this! You are entirely too powerful and dangerous to be left running around untrained in the world!” Before I could reply, and probably whine like a little bitch, Isidore demanded of me, “Fetch the salt urn!”

I quickly plucked it from the corner of the table where I placed it and turned around again.

Sha-Ra gazed around the room, her new two-handed ax balanced with familiar ease in one hand. She picked a corner and started pacing the ten paces demanded of us for the cleared area in the study. That was good, she was taking the initiative to support the Wizard’s orders.

Isidore Fireforge, Master Elemental Wizard, hurriedly snatched the urn from my hands and quickly began pouring a thin but complete salt circle encompassing the room’s cleared patch.

Sha-Ra now stood back war ax at the ready, her scandalous barbarian woman garb back in place, scanning the shadows of the room attentively.

Isidore spoke as he passed into the final quarter of his full, evenly drawn, salt circle, speaking to me like he would a child, “Alex, I will explain this to you slowly, as I finish. You, a powerful Pure-Blood Human, were mating with one of your girls. Enjoying shared carnal pleasures. Then while you were approaching the mutually orgasmic sharing of your life-giving mana with Vespera, you thought of the full name of a lust demon. And then to make matters worse, you offered that same lust-demon gratitude and healthy blessings. Both of these are powerful positive emotions that are antithetical to Demon-kind. Do you see the problem with that, Alex?”

I remembered those good feelings inside Vespera, and naming Lilitha Nyx, while I came, loving my little purple-haired girl.

We three must have felt the enraged shriek together. Because the Wizard, Orc warrior and I all looked in the same direction Isidore looked before the furniture movement started.

Angered, Sha-Ra got it first. Pointing the head of her ax at my face she roared, “Stupid Hummie! You just named her in thought again! Didn’t you? We all felt it this time!”

I groaned and slumped. Then eyes closed in consternation, accentuating each word, I barked, “Shit! On! Me!”

Carefully finishing the circle and closing it completely, Isidore began another slow careful pass, laying more salt gingerly atop the layer already there. He quipped, “Yes you did, Alex! All over yourself this time!” Shaking his head the Master Wizard ordered, “Neither of you enter this circle. And under no circumstances do you touch the salt line! If it breaks the elemental containment circlet will fail, and that enraged demon will rip her way free and escape with her full demonic power available to her.”

Sha-Ra was a boiling cauldron of rage, eyeing me, as Isidore approached the completion of his second circlet, reinforcing the salt circle. The powerful green-skinned Orc shook her ax at me threateningly, and demanded, “Wizard-Master! You Hummie too, but why do you tolerate stupid Hummie!”

Shaking his head, Isidore looked up, back and forth between the two of us, with a wry smile on his old face, dropping his long white beard slightly off to one side. He speculated, “I don’t know. He is a good cook, and wonderful with my Goblin-girls. They are happy and productive with him around.” He reiterated, admitting again, “And his food is really good!”

Pretty tired of having both of them hammering on me, I admitted, “There is a lot about this world I do not know!” Shaking my head I added, “I don’t even know why I could see that the winter storms kept coming in from the north and none of them entered the valley. The whole place stayed tepidly warm yenibosna escort all winter.”

Isidore froze half in and half out of his salt circle eyeing me. He told the room, slowly like he was speaking to a very young child, “That is because I am old and I do not like cold winters. So I send them around until I am sure the harvest is in. Making sure the storms drop their precipitation into the hills and mountains surrounding us so the runoff melt-water feeds the valley the whole rest of the year. Then I accept the weather change when I can no longer justify tampering with the weather.”

I just blinked a few times and mumbled, “Oh.”

Sha-Ra found that very amusing at my expense!

Isidore just shook his head with a soft sigh.

Stepping outside the circle, Isidore ran his eyes over the full expanse, covering the whole circumference again. Then he reached over and gently grasped Sha-Ra’s arm and guided her back behind him.

Isidore Fireforge, Master Elemental Wizard, and Lord of the Obsidian Tower looked back the way the enraged cry had come twice before, gauged, and then muttered, “Any moment now.”

Frustrated Sha-Ra whispered, voice hard, over the Wizard’s shoulder, “Why not make him smart like you?! Then he won’t be dumb with the Gobo-girls’ pussy on his mind all the time!”

I could do nothing but stare at the two and shake my head in shame!

They had my number.

This really was my fault!

Isidore speculated, “I suppose I could take an apprentice.” He stroked his long white beard, looked over his shoulder at the Orc warrior-woman, and told her, “As a Human Pure-Blood he will have an easy command of magic in our plane.” Shaking his head now, he added, “I don’t know why I never really considered it before. I guess I just liked the food and did not want to disturb that arrangement. But, I suppose I will now need to suffer with Alexander as my apprentice also.” He looked directly at his new protector and told her, “Truthfully it will probably take a hundred years before he can work anything and manage not to blast his own foot off in the process.”

I exhaled and calmed myself. This was getting old!

Though well deserved.

Then I realized that I could feel Nyx falling into our midst.

Not with my eyes but with something much deeper.

I pointed out with two fingers on my left hand, feeling her rage plummeting towards us. I tracked her rapidly descending form as she shrieked through whatever ethereal plane she was traveling towards me.

My fingers fell slowly but accelerated with the approaching traversal as I felt her nearing the circle scribed with salt.

My fingers fell across the line.

In the next instant, the salt circle exploded into an angry pink, with malevolent purple, as white-hot sparking shards of blasted energy snapped and ricocheted around inside like burning bullets. The thousand sudden sounds all crashed together into a roiling disjointed but sudden thunderclap.

The enraged shriek ripped into our world with the light and abruptly ended with an indescribable thump of power slamming into some invisible barrier above the salt circle. That same crackle of power dissipated immediately as she snapped into reality.

Nyx arrived like a bird slamming into a large kitchen window at full speed. The thump was her arrival as she slammed into the elemental barrier created by the salt.

That was when I realized that my fingers were pointing directly at her, and I had not even thought about it during her arrival and sudden materialization.

I spoke before my brain-to-mouth filter engaged, and I offered to the Demon, “Hi, Nyxie.”

Enraged, she shrieked, “Don’t call me that!” She threw a punch into the barrier and smashed massive shards of white-hot energy that ricocheted around inside her circle with her.

The energy shards slammed sizzling into her wings and flesh, burning and searing away holes in each, leaving blackened smoking chunks ripped free. She flexed her horrifically burned fist, cracking the seared and blackened flesh.

She shrieked in impotent anger, glancing frantically left and right over my shoulders and studying my immediate surroundings. Her vengeful attention on me never wavered. Her eyes were vicious and impossibly angry. Her dark and malevolent energy crackled around her fists and rolled off her body in pulsing pink waves.

I spoke to the demon again. This time more calmly and deliberately, “Lilitha, I’m sorry about summoning you as I did.” Shaking my head at realizing my ignorance I offered, “I did not know that thanking you for how nice my life has become since Liam’s party would cause you such irritation.”

Lilitha Nyx shouted, the tip of her nose burning black at the end as she hit the containment field while shouting, “Ignorance is never an excuse! You will die screaming by my hand on the first anniversary of your arrival in the Plane of Legends, Human!”

That made me cock my kayaşehir escort head.

Staring at the extremely venomous snake behind the thick impenetrable enclosure wall. Her spell broke, and all that escaped my mouth was, “Hum, is it really All Hallows Eve again?”

She hissed, etching more angry pink energy from the elemental barrier with another vicious swipe that smashed away her claws into hundreds of white-hot burning shards. Nyx howled in pain shaking her badly burned fingertips and amputated nails. She hissed venomously, “Yes! On the Earth you will never see again, it is All Hallows Eve! The death of summer is again at hand! And the vail to the underworld is at its thinnest!”

I studied the captive demon, relaxing, and realized that her pink energies were the color of a festering wound, while the purple flecks were the ugly and putrescent purple of a horribly painful and deep bruise.

Those energies that sparked interestingly carried those very sickly and painful connotations.

I also noticed that the blackened gouges in her skin and holes in her wings were slowly knitting together after the shards of contained energy had ripped through her. As were her fingertips, slowly pushing out into rounded nubs. There were tendrils of her reddish-purple skin reaching across and bridging the gaps over the charred places and knitting the wounds together like sutures.

Truth be told, it looked pretty painful, but Nyx was so enraged she did not seem to notice.

I told her, “Hey Nyxie, I have another question for you.”

She growled past Human teeth quickly reshaping to vicious needles and growing sharper by the heartbeat right in front of me. Her black hair was a messy and shadowed veil before her angry eyes. Her feral-sounding growl was accompanied by her spreading her wings behind her, and her rage-trembling hands from her naked breasts and out to her sides preparing to strike and rend me limb from limb.

I ignored her furious posturing and cringed when her right wing slipped into the field and a good hand’s length burned off in that careless instant and the succubus winced in pain. Shaking my head, I ignored her pain and asked, “How’s my buddy Liam?”

That broke her brain.

Nyx jerked up straight, confused and blinked at me a few times.

Her vengeful rage slipped away, her teeth and nails shrunk back to normal, and a malevolent smile curled her lips and evil hunger showed in her eyes. She pushed her long fallen hair back from her eyes and over her horns, miming flirty human female preening.

Lilitha Nyx breathlessly panted, her enthusiasm clear, “Oh, not well! I assure you! Liam is not doing well!” She edged up to the elemental salt barrier between us like a tiger eyeing someone to eat just on the other side of the glass at the zoo. She informed me, “After that fool’s abject failure got me killed and exiled by your world’s priests, my master punished me horribly! Then a few short decades later, Liam’s soul arrived in our domain, and he was given to me to torment!” Snarling into the barrier, she threatened, venom weeping like clinging acid in her voice, “Your insolence and pouring that painful drivel onto me was the only thing in all four universes that could have drawn me away from ripping Liam’s soul to pieces infinitely, slowly and painfully for all eternity!”

I cheerfully smiled and chirped, “Good! You two deserve each other! It sounds like you two are getting along great in the pits of Hell!”

She snarled at me.

Just to see what would happen I relaxed, thinking of my love for Azura, Vespera and Elara. Even Zephyra as she cared for our children while playing the role of happy Aunt and grandmother to all. I opened my heart to those good things and let it flow, as I told Nyx to her face, “You know when I got here you sold me for a single gold coin.”

The bitch smirked at me.

Interrupting, she lashed out verbally, she ground out each syllable with disgust and rage, “Fitting! You are worth less than that! I laughed at your single coin price! I instructed my acolytes here to set all of your prices so low! I set your price so low just so that the worst kinds of monsters from this plane would purchase you all. Your mortal bodies would suffer and quickly die here! And then I could devour all your souls again immediately following your horrible painful deaths!” With violently twisted rage she oozed all her malice into naming me, “Human!”

I just smiled at her, and began again, feeling great, “Yeah, about that!”

I smiled so warmly at her that she recoiled in shocked disgust. Stepping back from the elemental salt barrier, she fumbled and fell two steps back, anticipation frantic in her eyes.

I deliberately did it again and laid it onto her, just to see what would happen, “I need to thank you in person.” I poured my good feelings into it when I told her, “I was really scared and upset at first. But you set the price so low that a clan of really cute Goblin girls could afford me.” Shaking my head and feeling every iota of love for my girls, so that I could I expressed it all, “My girls, and our babies, are the loves of my life! You gave me the single greatest gift anyone could have ever!”

Lilitha Nyx buckled, crumbled, and convulsed under my open and honest flow of positive emotions directed at her. She began to quail and shrieked piteously.

Chapter 62: Post Tenebras Lux

I now have an editor, so you all shouldn’t need to put up with my typos and poor/dyslexic editing skills anymore. 🙂

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Ethan took a deep breath and for the third time ever, silently asked Illuminar for some help. Faced with two demon-possessed men and Lady Ekthros herself while trapped inside Talven and Salma’s parents’ house, he was distinctly aware of the old saying about there being no atheists in foxholes. At this point, he would take any help from any source he could. His left hand still hadn’t fully regrown, and even if it had, he didn’t have a prayer of beating evenone of these possessed men in a straight-up fight, let alone two supported by an archmage.

“Oh, don’t look so scared.” Lady Ekthros said cheerfully as she slipped off her horse and walked towards the doorway to the house, though she stopped about a dozen feet from the door, remaining just behind the two possessed men. “I’m pretty sure you’ll like this offer.”

“You mean the ‘offer I can’t refuse’?” He raised his eyebrow. “Maybe don’t quote The Godfather if you’re trying to put me at ease.”

“Oh, don’t be silly.” She chuckled, then spoke in a rather good impression of Miracle Max from the Princess Bride. “I’m onlymostly trying to reassure you; there’s a big difference betweenmostly reassured and reassured.” She winked.

In any other context, Ethan would’ve chuckled. Here, he was trying to decide if drawing his sword as a precaution would provoke the possessed men into attacking.

“And why would I believe a single thing you say?” He asked, not willing to trust her just because she had him dead to rights.

She chuckled, then spoke in a mock-serious tone. “I’m in government;obviously I must be a bastion of truth.”

“Yeah, well, you know what they say about how to tell if a politician is lying.” He retorted.

“His lips are moving.” She laughed. Oddly, her laugh reminded him of Taloni’s laugh in how it was so joyful and carefree. “I always preferred the ‘lie clock’ joke.”

“Lie clock joke?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “A man gets to heaven and St. Peter invites him inside. Inside the pearly gates, he sees a bunch of clocks and asks what they are for. St. Peter tells him that they are ‘lie clocks’, and each one belongs to someone on Earth. Every time that person tells a lie, the clock’s hands move a little. So the man asks to see the lie clocks of a few famous people, and then asks about–” She stopped. “Ethan, pick a politician who you think is a constantly lying scumbag.”

“That’s not hard.” He replied, looking pointedly at her.

“That’ll work.” She chuckled. “Anyway, the man asks if he can see Lady Ekthros’s lie clock, and St. Peter replies that it’s in God’s office because He’s using it as a fan.”

Ethan tried to keep a straight face.

He really did.

But despite himself, he let out a few heavy exhales that an observer could mistake for suppressed chuckling.

“Before I make my offer, I need to apologize.” Lady Ekthros said.

He raised his eyebrow.

“I do.” She said, and she sounded totally sincere. She was either a world-class liar — which seemed pretty likely — or else she was being serious. “I’ve been unsuccessfully trying to kill you for several months now and apparently, I’m not very good at it.” She cocked her head to one side. “By the way, how did you escape that curse I had someone put on the gold cube? That should’ve been impossible.”

“An angel came down from heaven and broke it.” He replied sarcastically. That really was the truth, but he wasn’t about to tell her that.

“Oh, not you too.” Lady Ekthros shook her head. “Is everyone on this whole backwater world a religious nut?”

“That’s funny coming from the woman who’s currently being protected by twodemon-possessed men.” He pointed out.

“Demon-possessed?” She sighed and shook her head. “Apparently you are. Anyway, I thought you were just another necromancer and so took charge of the manhunt. It was a while before I realized you weren’t, and I’m sorry for the attempts to kill you before I realized that.” She paused. “Well, and the attempts to kill you after I found out.”

“What the hell kind of apology is that?” He retorted. “And what do you mean you thought I was a necromancer? Weren’t you and Lord Delmar the ones who framed me?”

“Oh, that.” She winced, looking slightly embarrassed. “That was actually Hermair, the necromancer who brought you here; he framed you. He didn’t even tell us about you until evening on the day after you arrived. He lied to the Narlotten soldiers, telling them that you were a necromancer, and obviously he left his role in the whole affair out; I only found that out later when I questioned Drousin. He was very tight-lipped — probably because of Lord Delmar’s stance on necromancers — but he did tell me that Hermair brought you here via dark magic; that’s how I found out Hermair was a necromancer.”

Ethan wondered how much her ‘lie clock’ was currently spinning, but decided to humor bakırköy escort her, if only to buy time. “So then why try to kill me if you knew I didn’t do anything wrong?”

“Well, youdid kill a lot of Narlotten soldiers and later brought two people back from the dead; the only way resurrections happen here is necromancy.” She replied. “I didn’t know you weren’t a necromancer until you used your wing to block the kill spell I sent towards that Fey girl in Narlotten.”

“And why did you try to kill Taloni?” He growled. “She was unconscious and posed no threat.”

“She was aiding and abetting a necromancer, or at least I thought she was; that’s the death penalty.” Lady Ekthros replied. “But then you blocked the kill spell. A necromancer wouldn’t sacrifice himself for someone else. Ever. It’s lucky for me Lord Delmar didn’t see that by the way. If you hadn’t done that, you never would’ve woken up, despite Lord Delmar’s insistence on holding a trial.” She paused. “You would’ve been ‘shot while trying to escape’–” She put that in air quotes. “–instead of spending some time in a cell while I decided what to do with you.”

“And forcing Kendra and I to bond? Or sounding disappointed that Lord Delmar wouldn’t order Rachel’s death? What about that?”

“Well, we did think Rachel was helping a necromancer: you. It was also annoying for… another reason.” She replied delicately. “But as for the bonding, I suppose I owe you an apology for that as well. I sometimes have transient vindictive moods ever since–” She stopped. “Well, I’m not always myself when they strike. Sorry about that.”

He raised his eyebrow; she was ‘apologizing’ — if you could call it that — as if she had done something trivial, like accidentally bump into someone at the supermarket. Unless her ‘lie clock’ was really spinning right now, she truly didn’t seem to see how terrible she had been.

“Anyway, I had to come up with a new plan once I learned that you weren’t a necromancer, since I don’t let necromancers live as a general rule.”

“What?” He outright laughed at that. “You put a will-breaker ring on Rachel and you’re being guarded by two demon-possessed men, and you’re telling me that you kill necromancers?”

“You know about the ring?” She shrugged, then asked with what seemed to be genuine curiosity. “How is Rachel doing?”

“Better now that thefucking will-breaker ring isn’t on her anymore.” He growled.

“Oh tosh.” She waved a hand dismissively. “People are always so scared of them, but unless the mage controlling the ring has given a person instructions, they’ll behave as ever they did.”

He stared at her incredulously.

“Seriously.” Lady Ekthros sighed. “Don’t you think it would be obvious that someone was wearing a will-breaker ring if they all became mindless, slack-jawed zombies?”

It took Ethan a moment to realize that she had a point.

Hmm.

If a will-breaker ring didn’t allow the person some semblance of normal behavior, it would be pretty obvious that they were wearing one. Kendra had said before that the rings were hard to detect, so maybe Lady Ekthros had a point? They were obviously still vile things, but maybe at least there was a tiny sliver of a silver lining to them. Okay, it was a microscopically small silver lining, but that was better than nothing.

“You’re admitting to using will-breaker rings and you expect me to believe that you hunt necromancers?” He finally said.

“I do.” She smiled and nodded cheerfully. “They make the world a worse place, so it’s my job to remove them from the world, by any means necessary.”

“Becoming evil to fight evil?”

She shook her head. “I used dark magic exactly one time, and the cost…” For a moment, her eyes softened and appeared to grow slightly lighter in color. He couldn’t be sure, but it looked like there was a lot of pain associated with whatever that cost had been.

“I knew better, and I had a good reason, but I didn’t know the cost.” She took a deep breath, and the inhale had a very slight shudder to it. “I never touched it again, and I never will touch it again. Ever.”

“I find that hard to believe given these two jokers.” He pointed to the two demon-possessed men. “And that’s not to mention Rachel’s will-breaker ring.”

“Dark magic is like fire; a fearful servant and a terrible master.” She replied, not looking happy about that fact. “Necromancers are the worst sort of creatures on the planet because they are utterly self-serving and they care nothing for others. However, dark magic provides access to tools and weapons that are more powerful and insidious than regular magic does. How can you win against such weapons without adopting them yourself?”

Ethan slowly shook his head. “And you trust a necromancer? After what you just said, you should know better.”

“Fortunately, I don’t have to trust one.” She smiled.

Ethan narrowed his eyes for a moment, then the answer came to him; it was the only şirinevler escort thing that made sense. “You put a will-breaker ring on a Necromancer?”

Her smile widened.

“Hermair?”

“After he lied about you, yes.” She replied. “If you don’t care about being subtle, the rings can do their work quite quickly instead of taking months or years. I gave him a choice once I’d captured him; he picked the option that didn’t lead to a painful death and voluntarily surrendered to the ring.”

“He isn’t the only necromancer that you’ve put a will-breaker ring on, is he?” Ethan asked, thinking that someone must’ve made Rachel’s will-breaker ring.

Lady Ekthros just smiled.

“So that’s it; use dark magic to create pet necromancers to do the actual dirty work, thinking that they’ll never hurt anyone because of the rings.”

“There’s a sort of poetic irony to it, isn’t there?” Her smile widened. “I’m using the very dark magic they created to bend them to the right side; to fight for a better world.”

“I don’t think building a better world will ever involve summoningdemons.” He nodded towards the two possessed men, who both looked like they wanted to tear him apart and yet hadn’t made a threatening move… yet.

“Demons; I thought you’d know better than to believe silly religious myths since you were raised on Earth.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head, then narrowed her eyes and fixed him with a piercing gaze. “Anyway, that, my dear Mr. Ejder, wasyour fault.” She replied, her tone becoming less than perfectly pleasant for the first time.

“My fault?” He scoffed. “How the hell was that my fault?”

“The portal to Earth.” She narrowed her eyes. “There isn’t a single army or force in the Ten Kingdoms that could’ve successfully assaulted the base they set up in the forest. By the time I learned of it, it was too late; they were already too entrenched to remove them with the technology here.You forced my hand.”

Ethan opened his mouth to reply, but there was so much wrong with what she was saying that he wasn’t sure where to begin.

Then her tone became cold and icy, like a mid-winter blizzard. “Because ofyou, I had to put a kind and innocent girl through hell to figure out what made her super strength and durability work after one of my agents saw her in action. Because ofyou, I had to go digging in her head to find the last few pieces of the puzzle needed to create them. And because ofyou, I had to ‘persuade’ her to keep quiet so I wouldn’t be forced to kill her.”

Lady Ekthros sounded angry.

Genuinely angry.

He completely understood that because his blood was boiling at the moment. He didn’t know exactly what Lady Ekthros had done to Sarah, but just what she’d said made Ethan want to rip the ‘lady’ limb fromfucking limb. His only consolation was that he’d seen Sarah recently and she appeared to be physically fine. Maybe not mentally, but physically.

Oddly, Lady Ekthros sounded nearly as mad as he felt. She sounded as angry as he probably sounded when talking to someone who had just threatened his wives. Her tone was controlled, but there was no mistaking the vitriol in it. She was blaming him for what she herself did? What the hell!?

“You’re insane.” Ethan finally said, not sure what else to think and trying to keep himself calm as he tried not to think about what Lady Ekthros might’ve done to Sarah.

“I’m not insane.” She replied calmly, some of the ice in her tone disappearing. “Insanity is trying the same things over and over again but expecting different results. Insanity is trying to fight evil with one hand tied behind your back. I’m not insane, I’m willing to do what’s necessary to make the world a better place.”

“By murdering people you know to be innocent?” Ethan challenged. “If you’re so serious about that, then maybe you should stop hunting me and my family.”

“Funny you should say that, because I did say that I was going to make you an offer you couldn’t refuse.”

“Oh?”

“I can’t go back and tell Lord Delmar that you aren’t a necromancer; not without revealing some things that he really shouldn’t know.” She replied. “However, I can offer this: if you leave the Ten Kingdoms, I can make sure you won’t be hunted by Narlotten.”

Ethan narrowed his eyes. “Explain.”

“You do your very best to make the world a better place Ethan.” Lady Ekthros replied. “I really am sorry about hunting you because I’ve learned that you are more committed to helping people than most men I’ve met in my life. I would like you to keep on being you; to keep flying around helping every random stranger who asks for your help. I just can’t let you keep doing that in the Ten Kingdoms because I would need to keep hunting you.” She looked at him intently. “So please, leave the Ten Kingdoms for somewhere else; the Southern Lands perhaps, or the Winter Empire, or the Seaborn Kingdoms; I don’t care. If you leave, I can stop hunting you and you can keep working avcılar escort to improve the world.”

“You’re serious?”

“As a heart attack.” She nodded. “I really am sorry for hunting you and your family Ethan. This is my way of trying to apologize and do what I can to make it right. I’ll admit that it’s not much, and certainly not compensation for all the hardship I’ve brought to you and your family, but it’s the best I can offer. Please, I ask your forgiveness and ask that you take the offer.” She hesitated, then added in a rather good imitation of Inigo Montoya from The Princess Bride. “You seem a decent fellow, I’d hate to kill you.”

He decided to reply with a slightly modified version of the following line. “You seem anindecent fellow, I’d hate to die.”

She shrugged, much like Inigo Montoya had in the movie.

He frowned.

“That’s my offer, and I’m making it now because I want you to know that it’s genuine.” She continued. “I have you dead to rights; there’s no possible way that you could escape and I think you’ll agree that these two could easily kill you.”

Ethan inclined his head in concession.

“I’m sure you’d agree that without you, I could easily find and eliminate your airship’s crew, along with your wives.”

He growled.

“But I don’t want to.” Lady Ekthros added quickly, her tone sincere. “I want you to live and continue making the world a better place… you just can’t do it in the Ten Kingdoms. If you leave, you’ll have nothing to fear from us ever again. If you stay…” She raised her hands, palms up as if to say there was nothing she could do.

He narrowed his eyes again, trying to decide how genuine she was. Her ‘lie clock’ joke was still fresh in his mind, but he couldn’t deny that she could easily kill him right now, but hadn’t. There wasn’t even a need to lull him into a false sense of security because she had such a massive upper hand right now. It didn’t make sense for her to lie even though she was certainly capable of it.

Was she really making a genuine offer?

On the other hand, Narlotten still had a rather large bounty on their heads, as did Lord Farbrottan of Ivernia. He doubted that she would rescind the bounty and he knew Lord Farbrottan wouldn’t. Thus, bounty hunters would still pursue them even if Lady Ekthros wouldn’t. Though, if the ‘lady’ wasn’t hunting them, then the possessed men wouldn’t hunt them either. Bounty hunters could be dangerous — as evidenced by them ambushing his wives in Laerten — but they weren’t even in the same league as possessed men.

Hmm.

“Think it over.” Lady Ekthros said. “I know you have the ward of the wood-elven king on your airship and you’ll want to return her. Do, but then you need to leave the Ten Kingdoms. I recommend the Southern Lands since Lord Farbrottan’s concubine travels with you and she could help you settle in there, but where you go is up to you.”

He frowned, trying to see how the offer she was makingwasn’t genuine. He couldn’t, mostly because she had him dead to rights and he wasn’t dead.

“Oh, and Ethan; this is a one-time offer.” She added as she walked back to her horse. “If you set foot, wing, or sail back in the Ten Kingdoms after leaving, there will be no second chance.” She mounted her horse. “Please, for your sake and the sake of your family, take my offer; it won’t be offered again.”

He didn’t reply, honestly feeling a little too stunned to reply.

“Oh, and if you were worried about them–” She waved carelessly at the two possessed men. “–don’t be; show him your hands boys.”

They both raised their hands; they both had rings on them.

“I don’t take chances.” She said firmly to Ethan, then looked at them. “Come along boys, leave the nice dragon alone now.”

The two possessed men stared pure murder at him, but turned to leave anyway. They mounted the other two horses and the three of them left with Lady Ekthros leading the pack.

That was about when Ethan realized that his mouth was hanging open.

* * *

“So, is that a good enough reason for Rindrin to divorce me?” Sarah asked, doing her best not to sit at the very edge of her chair or look too excited.

Across the table from her in Rindrin’s house, Luminar Kossel made a thoughtful sound, leaned back in his chair, and stroked his chin with one hand while crossing the other over his chest. He looked intently at her for several seconds, then took a deep breath. “Perhaps.”

“Perhaps?” Sarah inched forward on her chair.

He nodded. “I see the precedent you wish to take advantage of, and your position has some merit. However, while technically you have a claim, the spirit of the story — what seems to be the obvious reason that divorce was granted — is clearly absent.”

Sarah swallowed, trying not to let her face fall. “But the same thing happened in the Book of Light. That prophet’s horrible wife exposed herself fully. I realize I didn’t do it on purpose, but that mage who attacked Amy and me on the road here did render me… um, exposed. It’s almost the same, isn’t it?”

“Ah, but what’s missing is the intentionality.” The luminar replied. “That prophet’s wife was trying to entice the other man into committing adultery with her, you did no such thing. What if you were bathing and a man happened to see you somehow; would that also be cause for divorce?”

Chapter 10: A Fated Reunion

Tiafell and his friends stood before the ruins of an abandoned town that was thriving not very long ago. Many of the buildings were partially collapsed and others were demolished completely, with very few still intact. It was eerily quiet.

“This is.. was Gatharham..” Cirris sighed.

“I don’t recognize it anymore” Mirya wiped tears from her eyes. Her brother put his arm around her.

“I’m not trying to sound morbid, but where are all the bodies?”

“I heard the Gashuan Military arrived and burned all the bodies they found. They came to look for survivors but found no one alive” Nadia informed them. The thought nauseated Cirris and Mirya. “But yet, I smell fresh blood in the air. Someone died here recently, a group of people!”

“Let’s hurry to Samora’s shop and see what we can find there, it may be more dangerous here than we realized” Tiafell suggested. They made their way through the ruins, taking in the sights of the devastated town. It was clearly a busy town before, but now all that was left were lifeless ruins and a deafening silence. Other than occasional animals, there were no signs of life anywhere. Various items lay scattered around the streets such as clothes, shoes, rotting food, purses, toys, and other things that people would have carried with them while out in public. There were also weapons lying around, swords, bows, arrows, staves, to name a few. Further into town, they discovered human corpses strown about the street. Mirya gasped at the sight, many of them were mangled or ripped apart.

“Who were these people? I don’t recognize any of them!” Cirris asked.

“They look like thieves; they must have moved in after the military left. An abandoned town like this one is the perfect place for them to set up a hideout in” Nadia stated.

Tiafell, though sickened by the sight and the smell, examined one of the bodies. “These men were killed this morning. I also detect traces of potent demonic energy!”

“Is it still here??” Mirya was nervous.

“No, I only sense animals around us.”

“Hopefully whatever killed them was just passing through and is long gone. Come on, let’s do what we came here to do and get the hell out of here in case it decides to come back!” Nadia said.

After further navigating the streets of the ruined town, they reached Samora’s shop. The structure was still standing but had suffered the same fate as most of the others. Every window was broken, the shop’s sign was lying on the ground, holes had been blown out of some of the walls.

“We were in the Town Square when they came for us.” Cirris said.

“If we had been home, the shop probably wouldn’t be standing at all” Mirya added.

“I just need something that has your mom’s energy on it, some of her clothes would be the best source. If I have that, I can get an idea of where she could have gone, I’m hoping her trail leads out of here” Nadia told them as they went inside. Bottles laid shattered, the counter was in shambles, and glass from the shattered windows lined the floor. They headed upstairs, finding evidence that the living quarters had been raided. Almost all their belongings were gone or destroyed, much to the distress of Cirris and Mirya.

Tiafell broke the somber silence, feeling the weight of the twins’ sorrow. “Do you think that some of Samora’s clothes would have been left behind?”

“Let’s go and see” Nadia said as she opened a door.

They went into Samora’s bedroom, which had been similarly devastated. Upon opening her closet, they discovered most of her clothes were gone, save for a few articles. Cirris and Mirya’s expressions saddened even further.

“Hey, I know this is hard, but I can work with this. We’ll find her!” Nadia confided to them, hoping to lift their spirits a bit. She then took a blouse and held it in her hands, closing her eyes to focus. “I’ve got it! I have a lock on her energy! Follow me, I’ll take you as far as the trail will go!”

“Thank you so much, Nadi” Mirya smiled a bit.

Together, they left the shop with Nadia leading the way. After walking for several minutes, they entered the Town Square, the most damaged part of the town. The sun had begun to set, limiting their light.

“Her energy is all over the place” Nadia looked around as she followed the trail.

“This is where the attack started, and where we were captured. I remember we were taken down there” Cirris pointed down a street.

“Nadi? Can you tell if the trail ends here…? Mirya nervously asked.

“Just a second..” Nadia closed her eyes and focused. After reopening them, she walked to the center of the square and looked up. “From this spot, her energy goes up into the air. But how?”

“Mom flies on a broom!” Cirris perked up.

“Then that means she left!! She’s alive!!” Mirya began sobbing.

“She must not have been able to see which way they took you, so it would make sense that she would take to the air to look for you.” Nadia continued.

“That’s possible, it was ataköy escort pretty chaotic here” Cirris answered.

“I’m so happy for you both!” Tiafell told them, relieved to finally hear something good after spending time in such a depressing place.

“Yeah. It seems like she flew all over the place and then went toward the mountain. I can’t follow it beyond that.” Nadia crossed her arms.

“I know, but this means more to me and Cirris than you will ever know. Now we must find her somehow!” Mirya smiled but Tiafell caught her attention. When she turned to look at him, he appeared to be very frightened. “Tee-Tee?”

Tiafell was trembling. His eyes were as wide as possible and his mouth was hanging open, his jaw quivering. Small whimpers escaped from his throat.

“Tiafell? What’s wrong, man?” Cirris asked.

“He senses it too..” Nadia was showing signs of anxiety herself. “It’s a demon, and it reeks of the blood of the thieves who died here! Holy shit, I have never sensed this much malice emanating from a single being before!”

“It can’t be..” Tiafell whimpered, “It was just a dream!! The night before I left Elfandall, a black demon with long white hair appeared in one of my dreams. It wasn’t real, but I still felt its presence like it was truly there, just as clearly as I feel it now! Does this mean that creature really exists??” he squatted down, holding his head in his hands.

“Hey, calm down! We’ll kick this thing’s ass just like we did Bovindor’s!” Cirris declared, but Nadia didn’t seem to be convinced.

“No, we need to hide right now, if it isn’t already too late!!” she commanded.

They quickly retreated into one of the few buildings left standing in the square, hiding behind a wall next to a window. Cirris held Mirya in his arms as she held her hands over her mouth, she was becoming scared herself. Tiafell, who was still visibly shaken, was between them and Nadia, who was the closest to the window. She peeked around the edge and quickly pulled her head back. She mouthed “I saw it” to the others.

“Hopefully it hasn’t noticed us and will leave” Cirris whispered.

Nadia looked again and didn’t see it a second time, she turned back to the others. “I don’t see it now. I think it’s-” she whispered but stopped herself.

A shadow slowly hovered by the window. Though they couldn’t see it clearly due to their position, they could tell that the creature was on the other side of the wall. It took everything in Tiafell’s power to not panic. Nadia had broken out into a cold sweat, and the mage twins were perfectly still, too frightened to move. They heard a loud screeching sound on the other side of the wall, like nails scratching across a smooth surface, followed by a deep low chuckle. The creature’s shadow then disappeared from view, seemingly floating away from them. Nadia slowly peeked out of the window again.

“Well?” Cirris whispered.

Nadia stopped looking and leaned back against the wall, whispering back to him. “I couldn’t see it, but I still feel its presence. We’re not out of-“

She was interrupted by a black fist that smashed through the window, shattering the glass and startling everyone. It was attached to a very long arm that whipped around with the flexibility of a rope, grabbed Tiafell by his left arm, and pulled him outside. As he was pulled through the air, his quiver and bow flew from his right shoulder, his arrows scattering all around. It happened so fast that before he knew what had happened, he was being held in the air by his arms and was looking into the yellow eyes of the figure he saw in his dream. He was just as he appeared before, a black ghostly demon that was only a torso with a head and long arms with broad shoulders. He had long white hair and lacked most facial features, having only eyes. Though he lacked a waist and legs, he was more than six feet tall from the top of his head to the bottom of his torso. He was hovering a foot off the ground as he held Tiafell. The elf began to panic, kicking his dangling feet.

“We meet again at last, Tiafell” the figure said. Despite lacking a mouth, his face shifted as though he was grinning.

“The.. the.. the dream! You came to me in a dream two weeks ago, didn’t you??” the frightened elf stammered.

“A dream? I did no such thing. Perhaps what you experienced was a premonition of our reunion. No, you and I met long before that, when you were a baby in fact.”

“When I was a baby? You knew me then??”

“Oh yes, little elf. I also knew your parents quite-” the figure grunted when he was struck from behind by something, causing him to drop Tiafell, who quickly moved away on his back, using his arms and feet to move himself. The figure turned to look behind him, narrowing his eyes.

“Leave him alone, you freak!!” Cirris demanded, having thrown one of his energy balls at the demon.

The figure sneered, turning his body to face them. “I have business with Tiafell, but I can make time for bahçelievler escort you three. He is the only prisoner I will be taking; the rest of you are going to die right here in this shell of a town.”

“Don’t count on it,” Nadia confidently declared. “The sun is setting, so you’re about to be in for a rude awakening!” she grinned, showing her fangs with her eyes turning red.

“What do you want with Tee-Tee??” Mirya asked.

“You’re not going to live long enough for it to be any of your business, now die!” he declared.

The figure flew forward at them. Mirya erected barriers to stop him, but he broke through them easily without losing momentum. Nadia stood in his path and jammed her spear into his chest, impaling him. Cirris and Mirya cheered, but their cheers were short lived when the figure swatted her away, sending her crashing against a wall. He pulled the spear out of his chest and broke the weapon in half, tossing the pieces aside. The hole that the spear caused closed itself, as if nothing happened. No blood ever spilled from the wound.

“Nadia!!” her friends shouted.

“You can do better than that. I enjoy toying with fools who think they stand a chance before I inevitably eliminate them. Come, stand your ground so I can pull it out from under you!”

Despite still being incredibly frightened, Tiafell was able to retrieve his bow and an arrow to try and attack the demon. He stood up and readied the projectile to hopefully take the figure down. He let his arrow fly, aiming for the back of his head, but the figure’s hand whipped back and caught it.

“Now Tiafell, I would rather not hurt you, but I will if you force me to. Do us both a favor and stay out of this.” he said, keeping its focus on the others.

“I don’t know what you want with me, but I’m not going to let you hurt my friends!!” he defiantly shouted.

Tiafell dropped his bow and drew his sword, then rushed the figure, intending to run him through from behind. However, he disappeared when the blade was within millimeters. He reappeared behind the elf and slammed his fist into his back, sending him rolling toward his friends. He was speechless and in great pain, barely able to breathe. He had never received such a heavy hit before. The monster’s strength far surpassed any human or elf. Even Nadia, the strongest in their group, was outmatched.

“Tiafell!!” Cirris and Mirya both screamed.

“I said stay out of this!! You may cause me to lose my temper and kill you!” the figure demanded.

“Mirya, boost me!” Cirris instructed his sister as he held his dagger, channeling magic to extend the blade. He began running at the figure.

“Boost!!” Mirya shouted.

Cirris flew at the figure with greatly accelerated speed, but in the blink of an eye, he found himself in the clutches of the demon, its long black fingers wrapped around his neck.

“No!!!” his twin sister screamed.

“That old trick. A worn out classic” the figure shook his head. “It doesn’t work if your opponent is fast enough to counter it.”

Cirris tried to pry the figure’s fingers away from his throat, kicking at his body. A second pair of arms sprouted from the lower half of the demon’s torso. He delivered a heavy punch to the mage’s stomach with one of his newly grown fists, then he tossed him to the ground in front of Mirya’s feet.

“Big Brother!!!” Mirya screamed, going to her brother’s side, who was curled up and clenching his stomach. She was visibly terrified, realizing they were no match for this creature.

“You and I haven’t played yet, young lady. Allow me to change that” the figure hovered toward the twins.

“Don’t!! Leave us alone!!” Mirya shouted, attempting to cover her brother as she trembled.

The creature backhanded her, knocking her away from Cirris. Mirya turned onto her back to try and stand but the creature pinned her head against the ground with one of its large hands. She was able to breathe, but the demon was crushing her head, she cried out in pain as tears streamed from her eyes.

“Does it hurt, little one? Do not fear, the pain will only last until your head pops, then it will all be over” he taunted her.

The creature gradually increased the pressure on Mirya’s head, making the mage scream louder. But then, he was run through with two blades, one held by Nadia and the other by Tiafell. The creature withdrew his hand from Mirya.

“Are you alright??” Tiafell asked.

“Take Cirris and run! We’ll handle this asshole!” the vampire added. Mirya quickly stood up and helped Cirris to his feet. The two of them moved away just as the figure grabbed Tiafell and Nadia by their throats. They let go of their weapons to try and free themselves, but the demon slammed them into each other, dazing and disorienting them both. He then used his bottom pair of hands to remove the blades from his body, dropping them onto the ground. He turned his attention to Nadia first.

“What does a low-ranking halkalı escort vampire like you expect to do to me? And you’re a dhampir to boot! Get out of my sight, you filthy weakling!” he said as he punched Nadia in the stomach before tossing her through a window. Next, he looked at Tiafell.

“What did I say about staying out of this?” he sneered. His arm stretched forward, slamming Tiafell’s back against a wall, causing the elf to grunt from the impact. He then retracted his arm and launched a small series of rapid-fire punches onto his abdomen with his other fists. “If I didn’t need you alive, I would rip your heart out of your goddamn chest! Do it again and I will break all four of your limbs!”

Tiafell had never felt this much pain before. He had taken more than his fair share of beatings during sparring matches with elves who wanted to humiliate him, but this was far more serious. Despite the figure’s insistence on taking him alive, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could survive, especially since he was beginning to see two of the demon. But at the same time, he had to save his friends at any cost, no matter how painful it would be.

“Done already? You need to toughen up, a half demon like yourself should be able to withstand much more than a few light punches. The elves have made you as soft as they themselves are, no wonder they hide behind that barrier!” he mocked, then started laughing.

“What… a half demon…?” Tiafell groaned, barely able to speak. “What do you mean by that…?”

Nadia had gotten back onto her feet and came back outside. “You’re really starting to piss me off!! I’ll show you what a dhampir can do, you’ll regret underestimating me!!”

She ran toward the demon, her anger getting the better of her. The figure held Tiafell by the scruff of his tunic and flung him at Nadia. He collided with her, causing the two of them to fall into a heap on the ground. Cirris and Mirya watched in shock.

“Cirris…” Mirya was clinging to her brother, scared for their lives.

“No, we just found evidence that Mom could be alive! It can’t end this way!!” Cirris yelled.

The demon sighed. “How pitiful, I seem to have broken all of you. None of you are able to put up a fight anymore.” All four of his arms stretched forward and grabbed everyone by their necks, lifting them off the ground.

“Tiafell, I want you to watch me choke the life out of your friends, and then you’re coming with me” he chuckled, turning the elf around to face his friends. He then squeezed the throats of the other three. All of them gasped for air and struggled to break free, but they were too injured to resist.

“Please.. let them go! I’ll go with you, but please don’t kill them…” Tiafell begged as tears rolled down his cheeks.

“You’re coming with me regardless; you have no say in the matter! These three fools had the balls to fuck with me, and now they will pay the price!” he laughed loudly as he tightened his grip on his victims’ necks, only holding Tiafell tightly enough to restrain him. The elf watched helplessly as the faces of his friends began to turn blue. He felt rage growing inside him, the sight of his friends being choked to death turned his despair into anger. He gritted his teeth, which had become sharper, and a red mist slowly gathered around him.

Suddenly, there was a quick flash of light, and all four of the figure’s arms were severed at the elbows. He roared as his would-be victims fell to the ground and pulled the limp hands away from their necks. Nadia, Cirris, and Mirya all coughed and gasped for air.

“Are you alright??” Tiafell crawled over to them, the mist that was forming around him had disappeared.

“I’m okay, but Cirris and Nadi are hurt, and so are you” Mirya said hoarsely.

“I’ll be fine, but I wonder what..” Cirris stopped, his mouth hung open as he looked up. “Mom??”

Standing between them and the figure, who was still reeling from his arms being severed, was Samora, giving them a warm smile.

“Mommy!!” Mirya screamed as loudly as she could, weakly standing up and hugging her mother tightly.

“My sweet baby girl..” Samora spoke softly as she returned her daughter’s hug, “and my strong young man. I’m sorry it took me this long to get here. I want so badly to hold you both and cry my eyes out, but there is something we must do first” she continued, letting Mirya go before turning toward the figure. He narrowed his eyes and growled as his severed arms grew back. Samora looked at him with the ferocity of a mother bear protecting her cub.

“You must be Samora, Marlon’s spawn. It’s a pleasure to meet you” he said mockingly.

“The pleasure is yours, Dred” she responded bitterly.

“Dred…” Tiafell said to himself. “I… remember that name..” Memories from long ago flooded his mind. He remembered a distant voice, it belonged a woman, a voice that was vaguely familiar to him but also one he could not put a name or face to. She sounded scared but also ready to fight.

“Get away from him Dred!! You can’t have him!!” she screamed. Snapping back to the present, Tiafell held his head, the situation and memories of the past overwhelming him.

“Mom! You know this thing??” Cirris asked.

“This is my first time meeting him, but yes. I’ll tell you everything I know later. Right now, he must be dealt with!” Samora declared.

Chapter 9 – A meeting of minds

Emma. 1

Jess was screaming. It was amazing how she could make it sound so real when Emma knew that it was anything but. As one of the best, most requested whores on the colony, Jess had a constant stream of men passing through their shared little apartment, and each of them paid an eye-watering amount of credits to get inside her. But god-damn, did that girl know how to put on a show. The headboard of her bed was knocking against the wall, and the fainter but growing grunts of her John were almost being drowned out as she screamed out the words that invariably hurried the whole process along.

“Oh fuck!” Jess’s muffled voice sounded through the thin walls. “Fuck that big dick into my slutty teenaged cunt, use it; you paid for it, it’s fucking yours! Do it, fucking dump that load into me, make me feel it, make me feel you cum, do it, baby, fucking ruin me!”

Jess watched too much porn.

Fortunately, it would seem that the men who paid for her company did too. Emma found it cringe-worthy. It was tacky, it was cheesy, and she couldn’t imagine for the life of her how anybody could get off on something so obviously scripted… both the porn and Jess’s panted tirade. She literally used those words, verbatim, on everyone. Of course, there was something to be said, Jess claimed, for the throes of passion. Seeing such a pretty face using such dirty words, the guy knowing where that mouth had been and what it was capable of. It was the loss of one’s self into the fantasy, and although none of these guys ever made her climax, she enjoyed the fantasy almost as much as they did. Men didn’t pay her for sex, she had said in one of her more thoughtful moments; they paid her for the fantasy, and then they paid her to leave. Or, more accurately – since Jess lived here – they paid for the ability to be able to leave, guilt-free.

That made less than no sense to Emma. It seemed to run contrary to everything she thought she knew about sex, love, or relationships.

But then, even Emma had to admit that she knew as close to nothing about those subjects as it was possible for her to know. Emma wasn’t quite a virgin, but she may as well have been. She was nineteen, and one fumble with a former boyfriend a few years previously did not a woman make. It had been quick, it had been unsatisfying, it had been confusing, and it had been more than a little tainted by the fact that the boy in question – a boy she had convinced herself loved her – had scurried out of the room immediately afterwards, only to dump her the next day, then hook up with someone more… worldly… about a week later. That had been her last foray into the world of sexual adventure.

Jess had no such qualms. Her body count had been in the double figures long before she realized that men would pay good money – a lot of good money – to get access to her body. Jess had it all: she had the sultry good looks, the killer body, the overly healthy attitude toward sex, and the dirtiest mind of any woman Emma had ever met. More than that, Jess argued, her father had always told her that the key to a happy life was to find something she loved to do and then find a way to get paid for it. Emma doubted this was what the man had in mind, but Jess loved to fuck, and she sure as hell had found a way to make it pay.

Emma’s own father had given rather different advice.

“There are two types of boys,” her father had said, sitting her down one day to have his version of ‘the talk’ with her. At the time, she had wanted the ground to swallow her whole; she had been mortifyingly embarrassed, but the more time had gone on since that day, the more sense everything he had said now made. “There are real men, and there are dogs, players, fuck boys, or whatever you want to call them. Now, no real man is born that way; a real man is made. He is made through sacrifice, hard work, through investing time in himself and in the people around him. It is his mission, his purpose in life, to improve himself, and a real man will take you with him on that journey. He will look after you; he won’t treat you like property, but you will be the most valuable thing in his life, and that is the way he will treat you. But a real man wants a good woman, and all women, at some point in their lives, want a real man.

“Fuck boys are the opposite. Either unwilling or unable to put the time or effort into improving themselves. They see dating as a game, and the only thing they are looking for is found in just one place…. Between your legs. They can be manipulative, abusive, inconsiderate, objectifying, and immature. It doesn’t matter how good of a person they are; if they have never put the time in to build their own lives up, they cannot possibly know how to be a positive part of yours. They don’t care if you are a good woman; they want to win the dating or the hook-up game and the prize for that victory is what şişli escort is between your legs. Access to that, be it for one night or for years at a time, is the sum of their ambition. They will take a good woman, drag her down to their level, and then beat them into submission with experience.

“This is the main difference between men and women. To have any sort of value at all, a man has to earn it. Success, ambition, drive, maturity, life experience, the ability to provide. Women are born with value. A woman’s sexuality is the highest of all prizes for a man, for any kind of man, and women come tailor-made to be everything a man could ever want. They come of age already in possession of their youth, their beauty, their femininity, their fertility, and their purity. I know it sounds awful, but no matter how evolved we think we are as human beings, we are still primal, instinctually driven creatures. Those are the women that men are biologically hardwired to desire because they are the ones most likely to continue his genetic line. But each time they give their sexuality to a man, it loses value.”

“So, what?” the younger Emma had argued defiantly, railing against the misogynism she felt she was hearing. “I have to save myself for the right man? No sex before marriage? Should I prepare myself for a life in the kitchen, too?”

Her father shook his head. “No, those concepts are, thankfully, long gone. What I am saying is that you should be selective in who you give yourself to. You should wake up each morning, look in the mirror, and see yourself for what you are. Not some trophy housewife or some piece of arm candy, but a vibrant, intelligent, beautiful woman that any man in the entire galaxy would be lucky to get. So if any man is to get you, then he had better damned well be worth it. Because by giving yourself to any guy who shows you attention, all you are doing is cheapening the value that every man should aspire to be worthy of. The more you do it, the cheaper it gets, until the men out there who you deserve, the ones you will eventually want to be with, won’t want something that everyone else has already been given for free.

“There are a million things that make a girl into a good woman, things she can do, just like men, to build herself up. Get your education, be the woman who challenges her man to be better, be able to match him, hell, beat him on an intellectual level. Find your passions and chase them with everything you have. Develop your sense of self, learn that there is a difference between being smart and being wise, that there is a difference between being hot and being beautiful, and that when it comes to a relationship, every single human being alive, men or women, are only the sum of what they can bring to the table. Beauty will never fade with age, hotness does, but beautiful women are born every day, you need to have more than that, and a man needs to be looking for more than that to deserve you.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be telling me to find love or something?” She had asked.

“Love is the most important and powerful thing on earth, Ems,” he sighed, using the pet name he had given her as an infant. “But love comes later. This is just to start the relationship; this is to get the door open. Love is through the door, but it can and will remain sealed closed if both you and your future partner aren’t careful now. And you deserve love.

“Every good, real man out there has been on a journey to build himself up for his entire life; he has built himself up to be a King of his own world. But contrary to what the magazines and the movies tell you, a King doesn’t want a Princess; he wants a Queen. But even if you are a Queen in every single other way imaginable, no King is going to settle for a woman who gave away the most intrinsically valuable part of herself to anybody who caught her eye at the time.”

“Jesus, Dad,” she had groaned. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I am a man,” he answered simply. “And I know how men think. More than that, I am the only man who is going to tell you the truth about this because I am the only man who is not going to try to manipulate or charm you into bed. One day, you will want to settle down, you’ll want to find someone, and you will want to be happy; I’m giving you the one piece of advice that nobody else can.”

“I’m not sure Mom would agree with that.”

“Who do you think asked me to talk to you about it?” he’d shrugged. “When I met your mother, I was 32, and she was 26; she had been with three people before me.”

“Oh, so she wasn’t a good woman ’cause she’d given it away?” Emma snorted.

“Three men in eight years, assuming she started at 18, is not giving it away. That is being in a few relationships that she dedicated herself to, and they didn’t work out. That is being selective. Your mom was 26 when we met, your aunt Kim was 22, and she had already fucked beşiktaş escort around with about 30 different guys. Tell me, what is the one thing that she always complains about now?”

Emma failed to stifle another groan as she thought about the long, wine-filled nights that she had been forced to listen to as her Aunt bitched to her mother. “That she can’t find a good man and that the only men interested in her are only after one thing.”

“She chased the cheap thrill. She lied, she cheated, she threw away the good men who were all around her because she wanted the next shiny object. Then, when her looks had dried up, and a new generation of easy women came along to replace her, she was left dealing with the consequences of her actions.”

“But mom tells her that she’ll find someone. So she’s lying? To her own sister?”

“Yup. Because your Mom doesn’t want to hurt her feelings by telling her the truth. She made stupid decisions, poor choices, and chased attention instead of affection. And now, real men won’t take her seriously because she can never be his Queen. Sure, they’ll fuck her; no single man is going to turn down free sex, but when it comes down to what she brings to the table, that is all she has, and it’s all used up.”

She had to admit, thinking about the miserable, lonely, bitter woman and then hearing her alcohol-fuelled recollections of her wilder, younger days, this was marking a morbid kind of sense. “So, what are you saying I should do?”

“Date, be normal, find happiness, just be selective. If you think a guy is only with you for sex, he probably is. If he ever says something like, “If you loved me, you will… whatever,” dump him. Immediately!”

“But what if I really like him?”

“That’s even more reason to get rid of him. If a man loves you how you will want him to love you, he will never ask you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. He will put you first. That goes for sex, that goes for being around heights, or closed spaces, or big crowds, or eating shellfish, or wearing the color yellow. It doesn’t matter. If a guy is using the fact that you love him to make you do something you don’t want to do, then he is manipulating you, and he needs to go.”

“But if he’s not doing all that, if he’s treating me well, and I want to… you know?”

“Go for it, enjoy it, but take it seriously. Sex is wonderful; it is beautiful, and it’s special. So treat it that way, have fun, learn what you like and don’t like, decide where your boundaries are, and then stick to them. But only when you are ready for it and only when you want it. The right guy will wait because he will see you as the goal, not the sex. Then, when you’re all grown up and want to settle down, you will have the men lining up to be with you, then you will be able to pick who you want to be with, and trust me, that is not a position many women find themselves in.”

“What do you mean?”

“Women control access to sex. They decide who gets it, when, why, and how much. Any girl… any girl… can walk into any bar, in any town, at any time of day or night, and is almost guaranteed to be able to find someone to fuck her. It’s easy for them. Men can’t do that; that is why they will take the free sex when it’s offered but don’t respect the women who offer it. But when the dust settles, and the woman grows up, when she wants to settle down, it is the man who decides who he wants to commit to; they control access to relationships, and a woman’s past will play a big part in that. So if you are selective now, you won’t only be safer, happier, and feel more fulfilled by any relationships you do have, but when you are looking for a life partner, your past can’t be something you are judged by, but something you are desired for.”

That conversation had happened a few years ago. Her father, ever the sage and worldly wise professor of human psychology, had retired with her mom to Capricorn, the paradise planet, leaving her with enough of his sizable retirement fund to get her settled on her own two feet. For a long time, his advice had made sense, but she could never really see how it fitted into her reality. But then she had decided to give her V-card to that boy. It had been a mistake, she was pretty sure she had known it was a mistake when she was making it. The whole thing had left her feeling cheap, used, and disrespected, and her father’s words had come flooding back to her. Suddenly, they tied up perfectly with reality. She had been played, and she had fallen for it. After that, she followed his advice to the letter. She had been in a handful of short-lasting relationships, but the red flags he had told her to look out for had always reared their ugly heads, and she had cut them off before they ever got between her legs.

Then, she had met Jess. Jess was a wild child. They had first been introduced in college. Emma was aiming for medical mecidiyeköy escort school, and Jess was toying with the idea of going into childcare, two very different subjects requiring the same foundation academic credits. Jess had always been a party girl; she had been the center of attention in any social gathering she had been involved in, and Emma had been given a front-row seat to the deeper and deeper depths of her sexual adventurousness.

Literally, in some cases.

Jess had wholeheartedly agreed with the advice given by Emma’s father. She hated the way men treated her. “Fuck meat,” she called herself. “A hot piece of ass.” It had made her very cynical when it came to relationships, let alone concepts such as love. Jess’s attitude, however, was that the damage was already done, so why not milk it for as long as her looks and her vagina held out. And milking it was exactly what she had done. She made more money in a few weeks of sex work than anyone in the childcare profession could hope to earn in a year. As for her future happiness, that was a bridge Jess was content to burn when she came to it. Men would only ever see her as a whore, she had decided. Even if she packed up sticks and moved to a whole new planet, the only way she would be able to escape her life before her middle age would be to lie about it, and her reasoning is that what kind of relationship would it be if it was based on the lie she had been forced to give in order to start it.

The problem was Emma agreed with her. Jess was her best friend; she was like the sister she had never had. Born of very different lives in very different worlds, they had become the closest of friends under the most unlikely of circumstances. But Emma could admit that her appeal as a wife or even as a serious girlfriend was practically zero.

“Oh fuck yes!” her friend’s howling voice echoed through the walls. “Dump that hot cum inside me, fuck baby, I can feel it; I can feel you filling me! God, I’m going to… fuck… I’m cumming!”

She wasn’t—she wasn’t even close. And the script that she had been screaming out a few times a day for the past year that Jess had been doing this, was predictable enough for Emma to mouth the words along to. That always made her giggle.

There were a few muffled grunts, a few quieter groans, and silence descended on the apartment. About ten minutes later, a set of footsteps echoed along the corridor outside Jess’s room and then sheepishly out the front door. It would seem that this guy was done. If he was anything like the others, he had probably barely said more than a few words to Jess before dressing, paying up, and leaving. And just like that, she had made more creds than her work at the local clinic paid her in a week.

The world was crazy.

As the man was leaving the apartment, Emma listened as the shower in Jess’s ensuite turned on, and – another ten minutes later – Jess stepped into the room wearing a robe and rubbing a towel through her hair. “I swear to god,” she chuckled as she looked over at Emma. “The worst part of this job is the number of showers I have to take. My hair is fucked from all the washing it.”

Emma smiled. She was curled up on their old but exquisitely comfortable sofa, reading a book. Well, she wasn’t. She couldn’t afford an actual paper book; those things cost a small fortune these days. She was reading a novel on her holo pad. “You know you can have a shower without washing your hair, right?”

“Depends where the guy cums,” Jess winked back playfully to her. “How’s the book?” She asked as she walked into the kitchen to grab a drink from the dispenser.

“Meh,” Emma shrugged, putting the holo pad down. “It’s the middle of the series, and this is the book that’s setting up the next big event, so nothing is really happening, but it has all the stuff in it that gets important later.”

“I’ll wait for the movie,” Jess smirked as she dropped down onto the other end of the sofa. “Any chance of going out for a drink tonight? I could do with getting out of here.”

Jess was flitting. She did it quite a lot on days like today; she was bouncing very quickly from one subject to the next with barely a breath between. When Emma was first getting to know her, she had wrongly thought that it was a lack of interest in what she was saying and had taken offense on more than one occasion. But as their friendship had blossomed, she had learned differently. Jess was feeling antsy, probably because she hadn’t been able to get herself off, and she was feeling frustrated. That last guy had been her third and final client of the day; she was probably aching in ways and in places that Emma could scarcely imagine, and she was – sexually speaking – wound as tight as a drum. Going out for drinks very often led to Jess finding someone to hook up with properly, just to get off. Not for money, not to give the guy what he wanted, but to get something for herself.

Emma didn’t mind that, provided they did it back at the guy’s place. As loud as Jess was when she was pretending to enjoy her sex with clients, she was really fucking loud when she was actually hitting her climax, and Emma needed her sleep. “Yeah, why not?” She smiled, tossing the now unneeded holo pad onto the side table and glancing over at the time.

The world was a very strange place.

That was either Fan’s most insightful thought, ever, or her most useless one.

Yet, the truth of it was always going to remain doubtless. It had been years since any observer had been sent to this tiny little backwater planet in a backwater galaxy that nobody else wanted to go near, but that had been the whole point of running away.

She hadn’t exactly told the inhabitants that she was a runaway.

She very much doubted that they could understand that her life’s work was complete and utter drudgery, horrible though it was, and they wouldn’t understand that she could afford an interstellar space craft capable of distances that they couldn’t imagine, even as a nobody.

They would assume she was somehow important, or better than them. They wouldn’t be able to accept that she was able to access such technology on the equivalent of an intern’s pay. Let alone that it had actually cost her less than a week’s worth of work.

She’d crashed her ship good and hard when she arrived, and thankfully, convincing the witch who then greeted her to blow it up the rest of the way hadn’t been too difficult.

Apparently the woman already had to deal with interdimensional incursions, so having an alien around hadn’t seemed that odd to her.

Fan, for her part, was absolutely amazed to discover that magic and demons were real and not just weird myths of an extremely dumb and pre-scientific people.

This strange world, however, was… Everything that Fan had ever wanted.

She was sitting in the hallway, staring through a door by pretending it wasn’t there, and watching the hottest guy she had ever met, make love to the cutest girl she had ever met. The two of them would probably be embarrassed to realise they had an audience, but that was very much a thing of this world.

One that Fan still failed to grasp.

“Holy shit! Fuck your little sister! Fuck me, Ryker!” The woman yelled excitedly, leaning on hands and knees as the bed beneath her creaked in time with the assault.

If you loved someone, why would you hide it? This world had mountains. Shout it from the top of the mountains.

There was also apparently some sort of extra taboo between these two. Something about the mundanes of this world not really having a strong appreciation for the sexualisation of family members.

The witches had it right, it wasn’t something to worry about, not if you ensured that the family tree didn’t converge. A lover or three every generation wasn’t going to collapse the genetic diversity, even in so primitive a people.

Fan’s own race had their own ways to ensure genetics didn’t collapse. Less primitive than a breeding regime locked to marital regulations.

Lily looked back over one shoulder, tossing her white hair with its strawberry red ends, as she grinned at the man ploughing in and out of her. His chest running with sweat as he gave it his all.

This world had a whole bunch of stupid rules.

Primitive expectations that everyone had for Fan to take on board, but she still couldn’t see the point of it. So what if she made a few people uncomfortable? She wasn’t going to change herself for anyone else. That simply wasn’t something she could see the point of doing.

Lily moaned loudly for her brother to finish, to flood her, all over again.

He grunted loudly, driving himself forcefully into her and pinning her hips down to the bed as the orgasm ripped through him like a freight train. He saw stars, and fell lopsidedly off one of his arms and onto her.

The exhaustion from earlier returned with a vengeance and for a moment Fan wondered if Ryker was going to pass out. Humans were delicate little things, especially during sex.

Lily gave a nervous little giggle, “Whew. The blowback is a bitch, isn’t it? Zeus and Hades. I’m definitely fucked, now. Your well-fucked little princess.”

Fan stood up and skipped off into the kitchen, the interesting bit finished.

She twirled her black hair around her hand for a moment, letting it change and become like Lily’s white and red streaks. It was cuter this way, but Lily already seemed to hate that Fan had decided to look like her more mundane self. Waring the magic self was probably going to turn into a serious fight.

She turned the hair darker again, and then opened the fridge. She grabbed the tray of cookies that Lily had made, and then pulled back. As she did, her floppy antenna nearly caught on the edge of the door. She winced, rubbing it, before heading to the loungeroom.

She sat down and flicked on the TV, channel surfing until she got bored with that. The antenna flicked upright for a moment, and a drama from across the ocean was reorganised to fit into the strangely primitive display device.

Fan put her feet up on the couch, lying down sideways, and started cramming biscuits into her mouth. She grinned like an idiot as she saw a girl and her boyfriend on the TV complaining that she was sure that he had cheated on her, with her own sister.

He merter escort complained right back that he thought he had a pass because she’d slept with his brother.

TV on Fan’s planet was mostly interactive, voting and so on. Or their equivalent broadcast system that might be thought of as television.

Getting tired was a trait humans had inherited from their ape ancestors, and wasn’t something she shared with homosapiens. A little bit of sun, and she was always spritely.

Being a race of changelings, that meant that instead of a TV room, they tended to have more playful spaces. Their version of masquerade parties were infinitely more fun than just masking up. But, Fan had to admit that just watching was a nice past time, too.

In point of fact, she preferred it. Like most of the fun things on this planet, it was better than her home. Why did even your hobbies have to teach you something useful? Not every damn thing had to come with a lesson attached!

The alien idly shoved her hand up and under the dress, and then down into the underwear. She made a contented smile, and started running a thumb around the fun little blit of a thing near the top. She reaally liked the human cunny. So many more nerves than her usual sex organs.

Fan gave a small groan, and wondered how most humans were able to stay quiet whilst fucking each other’s brains out. It didn’t make any sense to her. Why would you even want to try?

“Fanastasia!” Lily yelled angrily from the kitchen.

The antenna poking up through her hair bobbed with her excitement, as she watched the two cheaters on the TV flip from screaming anger to making out. Just as they were getting to the good bit, the screen had to pan to something else.

Though, it wouldn’t much have mattered, as the witch stormed into the room right then. Snatching the remote magically and turning the TV off. “Fan! Those weren’t for you, and you know it!”

She looked down at the cookies, looked back up, and then started cramming them into her mouth as fast as she could, with her free hand.

Instantly, Fan found herself in a completely new place. She fell from the height of the couch into the blistering snow, with only the biscuits in her mouth to accompany her.

She dragged her cummy finger free, reluctantly, and took in the strangeness of the environment that Lily had banished her to, this time.

The wind was howling, and the snow was falling, and there was a good deal of ice, as well.

Her antenna twitched a couple times, and Fan realised that she was about a half hour’s walk from a nearby human settlement. She couldn’t be entirely sure what they were doing there, or exactly where she was, but she could feel a few satellite dishes. Noisy radio waves.

She skipped off towards it in the snow, bouncing her feet up and down happily in the brilliant white material that made the entire horizon light up. Some of it was fluffy, but most of it was crusty.

All of it was cold, giving her spine some happy shivers.

Fan was quite sure that a human would have been downright fucked, in the same circumstances. But Lily knew she wasn’t human, and it was kind of hard for the environment to deal a deathly blow to a changeling. Her internals just rearranged themselves and tweaked a few things so that she didn’t need heat anymore.

She did learn about the process at school, but that didn’t mean she had retained it. She hated her society’s focus on mind-numbing education. Who cares if she understood how being a changeling worked? She was more than happy to pretend it was mystically secret like Lily’s magic.

The human settlement was made up of a half-dozen corrugated buildings, all of them painted lovely bright colours. It made Fan smile through the snow as she approached. She loved how playful they were with their lives, even in a wasteland like this one.

She skipped up to the biggest building, a big red shed, and knocked on the door lightly before ducking inside.

She groaned as the heat hit her, and she had to go through another internal adaptation. She rubbed her cheeks as they began to glow, and looked around curiously as she adjusted to the space.

A man in a white coat with grey fur looked over at her in surprise, “We didn’t have any flights scheduled today. Did you just get in?”

She shrugged, “Hi. I’m Fanastasia. Most people call me Fan, or ‘that annoying bitch’. I don’t mind which you pick… Um… You wouldn’t happen to have any cheese and crackers, would you? No dairy on my planet.”

She poked around at the equipment lazily, trying not to snicker at how primitive it all was. Microscopes and computers that would be wrecked by the cold. Things designed to look at sample plates, mostly. Nothing good like a TV.

“Fan… Was it?” He asked cautiously, “Eh… What’s your speciality?”

“Sex.” She shrugged, and her antenna bobbed briefly, flicking upright as she detected the presence of a female. “Lot of that around here, isn’t there? Lots bağcılar escort of chill, even if the internet here sucks.”

The man walked up to her slowly, “Can I see some ID?”

She rolled her eyes, ignoring him. It was really annoying how most people could reason away magic and weird things like that, but they always seemed to notice that she didn’t belong.

About a third of the humans in this place were screwing each other, from what she could pick up. Most of them trying to keep it a secret, from the feel of things. She found that utterly hilarious.

As if you could keep secrets in a place like this.

She turned, looking up at the door as it swung open and a freezing woman staggered in, rubbing her arms and chattering her teeth. The door snapped shut behind her, untouched.

Fan waved lazily, “Hey, Ginger. Lily got mad at me. Sorry.”

“W-w-what d-d-did you do th-this time?” The witch shivered, rubbing her arms as she shuffled over to stand under a heater.

Fan shrugged, “Kinda ate the cookies that I think she made for Ryker? Either that… Or she was mad that I watched them fuck, again. Maybe both? Dunno.”

“And who are you?” The man asked in frustration.

“J-just a w-witch.” Ginger replied, flicking a spark of magic in his direction. He nodded slowly as it hit him, as if everything made sense, and went back to his boring job.

Fan made a pouting face, “I kinda wanted to fuck him.”

“It’s… F-freezing.” The witch glared, “C-can’t we j-just go home?”

“Your place, or Ryker’s?”

“M-mine.”

Fan turned up her nose, “Oh, come on! I mean… I like pussy as much as the next girl, but I’m kinda of sick of being your pity fuck! I want… I want a cock! From someone who doesn’t just think I’m some weird freak.”

“I-i’ve got s-some Camembert.” Ginger tried to negotiate with her.

Fan shook her head back and forth, “Nah ah! You can’t bribe me. You can just go home and leave me to screw around, here. Lily banished me here, so I can do what I want, here!”

“W-why is it a-always sex, w-with you!?” Ginger exclaimed, glaring from beneath her red locks.

The alien grinned sheepishly, “‘Cos human cunts are amazing. I don’t think you’ve got a clue how lucky you are! The one I was born with? You have to really pound it before I even start to feel anything. Sort of why our breeding rituals involve eight or nine guys taking their turns.”

Ginger wrapped a blanket around herself, still shivering, “Breeding rituals?”

“My planet.” Fan rolled her eyes, “Remember? Everything has to be either regulated or educational. You don’t have sex whenever you want. You have it when the government tells you that it’s your turn to get pregnant.”

“That be… Terrifying. An’ gross.” The witch shivered.

Fan shrugged. To her, it was ordinary. That humans could run around and stuff their hand down their own pants whenever they wanted was weirder.

“Sex without pregnancy is one of your best inventions.” Fan said lightly, and skipped over to the witch and kissed her cheek. “And I’m not ungrateful that you always save me from Lily. But sending me here really isn’t much of a punishment, this time. You’re suffering a lot more than I am.”

“If I add some Roquefort, will you come home with me?”

The alien twirled a strand of black hair, “Getting closer. You’re actually interested in sleeping with me, this time, aren’t you? I hate it when you think you have some kind of obligation.”

“I…” Ginger whispered hesitantly, and then looked down. Her cold cheeks trying and failing to turn a gentle red. “Bought a strap-on.”

“Ooh! I haven’t tried couple’s sex toys before!” Fan said quickly and embraced her in a hug. “Let’s go!”

Ginger looked at her in exasperation, “Is that all I get ta be to you? A supply of cheese and sex?”

“No.” Fan screwed up her face in frustration, “I wouldn’t ask if you were actually interested, if I wasn’t. I do actually like you, Ginger. I’d ask to live with you, if being close to Ryker wasn’t the most tempting thing in the ‘verse.”

“Would ya be interest’n if I didn’t have the cheese?”

Fan sighed heavily and then poked the woman roughly in the boob. “These make milk, don’t they? But you don’t call yourself a cow. So don’t imply that I only think of you as one!”

“Ow!” Ginger pulled back, rubbing her chest, “Don’t be doin’ dat! The cold make ’em all… Sensitive. That hurt.”

“So did what you said.” Fan replied grumpily.

The witch sighed heavily, “Sorry. I just… It don’t really feel that emotional ‘twixt us. I feel like I just bein’ your booty call whenever you get sick of pervin’ on Ryker… You really had guys run a train on you?”

“Humans.” Fan said sourly, and hugged the woman, “Sex isn’t an emotional thing, for me. It’s fun. Super fun. But sharing a meal is way more romantic. Cheese and crackers is our thing. I always have time to have some crackers with you, Gingey.”

Ginger held out a hand and a broom güngören escort slapped into it. She lay it out horizontally in the air before jumping on onto it – with her blanket. The witch held out a hand to the alien.

Fan seriously considered staying behind. Playing with the scientists seemed a lot more fun than trying to tip-toe around some cultural differences, but it appeared that her chosen mate was feeling somewhat neglected.

Attempting to convince the grumpy man in the room to sleep with her would be easier, thanks to Ginger making him not care where they had come from. It’d be a good sight easier than making the witch forgive her for now showing enough emotional inclination towards them.

Just for a bonus, he had a penis, and what the witch was offering something a good sight more synthetic. In a world that was quite poor at generating organic materials.

She sighed and took the witch’s hand, jumping up and balancing for a moment on the small wooden object. It wasn’t as comfortable or as fast as the ship she’d intentionally crashed and ruined.

Even took a whole second to arrive in Ginger’s back garden.

The witch took her blanket, and shuffled up to the backdoor. Pulling it open with a wooden creak, as Fan look appreciatively at the woman’s behind, and considered how in the ‘verse to explain her emotional connection to the witch.

Humans bonded over physical things. Being close to each other. Playing with each other’s bodies. Repeatedly teasing, before finally allowing the obvious to happen.

Fan found that confusing. Fun to watch on TV dramas, but confusing.

The most romantic thing on her planet, generally happened after sex. You got the obvious out of the way, if the law allowed for it, and then the date would involve feeding exotic things to each other.

She was fairly certain that feeding was also a human pastime, but got the impression it was supposed to come before the sex. Even though sex could make a full stomach wibble and wobble far too much.

Ginger was good at giving Fan items from this world’s exotic delicacies, when she was looking for attention. Deep red wine from the Italian Alps, her favourite cheeses, and homemade crackers that left salt behind on her lips.

Fan followed the witch indoors, and hesitated momentarily in confusion as Ginger didn’t head straight for the bedroom, but towards the kitchen.

Cheese-filled payment, first? Such a human thing.

Fan skipped after her, and hugged the woman from behind, “Did Lily tell you, that she’d banished me to the snow? Or were you watching?”

“I put that there alert spell on ya, in case ya gets displaced. I did be telling you.” Ginger replied.

The alien’s antenna bobbed, and she nuzzled her nose into Ginger’s neck, “So… Your affection for me… Is more than just reactive?”

Ginger facepalmed, “Damn, gal. Ya do be the most confusing thing that born! I thought I were the one with all the emotions, and you were just da reactive.”

Fan grinned and kissed her earlobe, “I react. I like you, too. I do. Not just for the food, either. But reacting with you is so much fun.”

“Not as fun as a cocksuckin’ wanker in a snow suit with an effort to puttin’ ya away for not bein’ no scientist.”

She frowned, “Well… He did have… The bits.”

“And I be a witch!” Ginger said with frustration, “Fine. Ya wanna big cock, then I can turn meself into a feckin’ horse for ya!”

“No thanks. I like horses. But not for breeding with.” Fan deadpanned.

Ginger hesitated, glowering, before bursting into laughter and shaking her head. She gave a quick flick of the inside of her finger to the bottom of Fan’s chin. “I don’t half love ya.”

“You’ve said that before. But I’m getting the idea I’m wrong. Doesn’t that mean we’re just fuck buddies?”

The witch winced, “Yeah… Nah. It means that I do love you, a lot.”

“Stupid language.” Fan muttered and took a deep breath, “I’m sorry. I do comprehend that humans tend more towards exclusive relationships on this planet. I’m not sure that I… Can. Especially not if Ryker comes around.”

“If ya actually manage to sleep with him, Lily be buryin’ ya in the nearest black hole.”

Fan shrugged, “It’d be so worth it! ‘Sides, black holes are cool. The verge and weft of the ‘verse on display like that, the way it generates space from nothing.”

“Now I be the one not understandin’.”

Fan’s antenna bobbed, “Hm… Dunno. How do I put it… Inside a black hole, inside every black hole, is a universe.”

“Okay… Some people reasoned that.” Ginger said hesitantly.

“Specifically, this universe.”

The witch did a double take, “Come again?”

“Space is tricked into existing, by being inside itself, whilst being offset.” Fan shrugged, “It’s an energy distribution thing. The quantum effect required to stretch out space is preserved by entangling it with itself at a different superposition.”

“Yup. Lost me. Magic is easier.”

Fan grinned, “Not like I get it, either! I just had that shit banged into my head. Oh. Now I’m sad. Can I have a cracker, pleeeease?”

Ginger finished arranging the cheese and crackers onto a wooden board, and as she picked it up to move it, Fan snatched a couple crackers, shoved them in her mouth, and ran to the back door. Ginger usually liked to eat in the garden, near her flowers.

Barbara Eden on Fantasy Island

Written by Photodude2020

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal all characters portrayed are 18 years or older.

Codes : M/F, MMF, MFF, M+F. FF. First, Oral, Anal, Inter, Cons, Reluc, Exh, Rom, Voy, mDom, BDSM, Bond, Viol, Spank, Toys, DP,Airtight

The year was 1971 and I Dream of Jeannie had been off the air for over a year and in a few months Barbara would be turning 40. In all that time since the show had been cancelled the only work that Barbara was able to get were a few really badly made for TV movies and a few guest appearances on some TV shows.

Barbara’s life was about to change with this one phone call. Hello. Is this Barbara Eden? Yes. Who is this? Hello Miss Eden, my name is Charles Winters. I have a business opportunity for you. I just finished filming another made for TV movie I am not interested in another.

What if I told you I would pay you in cash $250,000 plus tips for a week’s work? Well Mr. Winters you must talk to my manager. Miss. Eden this is a very personal business matter. Please may I have just a few minutes of your time to explain? Fine go ahead. First, I need your word that you will listen to everything I have to say without hanging up. Ok. Do I have your word? Yes. Thank you.

I represent an organization that owns and operates a tropical island dedicated to the pleasures of the flesh. Pleasure? Yes, an island were men and women can come and engage in any kind of sexual activities or fulfill any sexual fantasy they may have.

Sexual activities? Yes, the entire island is clothing optional, and everyone is free to explore his or her own sexuality in any way that they see fit. Clothing optional? Yes, anyone who wants to may walk around in the nude.

We also screen all our guests and our staff for any sexually transmitted diseases. When everyone arrives, they are searched, and any recording device or cameras are confiscated. We value our guest’s privacy above anything else. From time to time we approach celebrities to have them come to the island to have sex with our guests. Have SEX!!?? Remember you promised. Continue.

Now our guests pay a flat fee just to come to the island. Once they are here, they are free to partake in any sexual activity they choose with whomever they choose. Everything must be completely consensual by both parties. We have a five-star spa and restaurant as well as an 18-hole champion golf course available for their use as well.

But what really brings them to the island, and they are willing to pay anything is to be able to fuck the celebrity who is on the island at that time. This year we have tried something new we sent a letter to all the people that have ever visited the island asking them witch celebrity they would most want to fuck, and you were listed on over 80% of their replies.

How do you determine the fees? First it depends on the celebrity. Are they currently popular? Have they ever been nude in print or in a movie? Finally, do we think people would pay allot of money to fuck them and you Miss Eden are the perfect candidate.

You have NEVER been nude in anything, and everyone would pay to fuck you. We than factor in the amount of time you are going to be on the island how much time they want to spend with you the number of people who will be involved and if they have anything special fantasias, they want you to fulfill.

Special? Yes, if they want to engage in bondage or discipline. What is that? They would tie you up and punish you. Don’t worry we have safeguards in place to protect you from any harm. What if I do not want to be tied up or punished? There is just one rule on the island, and this is for everyone. You cannot say NO. The only thing that is not allowed is anything that draws blood or would leave permanent scars.

Could you give me an example of what the fees might be? Yes, I guess I could? For a single man or woman for four hours for basic sex would be $250,000 Mr. Winters, please call me Charles. What is your definition of basic sex?

They would expect you to give them a blowjob or eat their pussy. Pussy! Yes, we get allot of female guests. I have never been with a woman. Thank you for telling me that because we can charge that woman extra to be your first.

Of course, they would get to fuck your pussy. Because of the cost the men would want to cum inside you are on birth control. Yes. Good. Finally, they would want to fuck your ass. My ass!

I have never done that either. Excellent we can charge anything we want to the man who wants to be the first to fuck your incredible ass and just because you are who you are, I am sure they would all want to titty fuck you. Let us say they wanted to add another man or woman the price would go to $350,000.

Do I have a say about the prices? No because of your limited availably we do it on a (sorry about the pun) first cum first served basis.

How much time is considered a half day? A half day is four hours aksaray escort a full day is eight hours. Anything past that is renegotiated. Trust me with you as the celebrity we will be getting top dollar for your services.

I am not saying yes nor am I saying no but if I were interested what would be the next step? First once we have come to terms, we will send you a contract for you and you attorney to go over. My attorney! Yes, we will pay him $10,000 in cash for his guidance and more importantly his silence.

Well, let us proceed but I want to change the terms. What are your terms, Barbara? I want $500,000 dollars for the week plus 25% of what you are going to charge, and I get to keep all my tips. That is a lot of money Barbara. Yes, it is Charles but like you said I have NEVER been nude, and I was in 80% of the letters you sent out I think you will be able to meet my demands.

Well Barbara I do not have the authority to accept your terms. Today is Thursday. I will meet with the board of directors tomorrow and call you at this time on Monday. Will that be acceptable?

Yes. Thank you Barbara and I am looking forward to talking to you on Monday. Have a nice weekend. You as well, Charles have a nice weekend.

After spending one of the longest weekends of her life Barbara’s phone finally rang on Monday. Hello! Hello Barbara, its Charles. Hello Charles, what is the answer. The answer Barbara is YES, we will agree to your terms.

That is wonderful what is the next step? We will have the contract and the confidential agreement and the $10,000 delivered to your home tomorrow by courier. To my home! Do not worry Barbara it will be in a sealed envelope with just your address on the envelope there will be no way anyone will know what is inside.

We would like you to make an appointment with your attorney Adam Landers for this Wednesday at 2pm. We will call there at 2:30 to answer any questions you might have. What else do you know about me Mr. Winters?

Barbara please do not be angry the only thing we researched was the name and phone number of your attorney and your home address so we would know where to send the contracts. I give you, my word. It is very difficult to take the word of someone who is just a voice on the phone.

I understand and I am very sorry, but we had to know who we were going to be dealing with. Barbara the one thing that most of the responses that we received is that that want you to be dressed in your Jeannie costume.

So, at 2:45 one of our tailors dressed as a businessman will arrive and asked to join your meeting. He will have some costumes for you to try on so they can be tailored to fit your body perfectly. Do not worry everything will be in his briefcase so he will look like any other businessman.

The next day her doorbell rings and standing there is a young kid who could not be a day over 18 with an envelope under his arm. His jaw hit the ground when he saw who was standing there. Barbara having gone through this many times, grabs a promo picture of herself and signs it and hands it to the courier.

He walks away without even realizing he never got a tip. She opened the envelope and found her contract her attorney’s confidential agreement and the $10,000 in cash. She called and got a secretary and made the appointment for 2pm the next day.

Barbara showed up at 1:45pm wearing a skintight sundress and looking like a million dollars a few minutes later Adam came out of his office. Barbara, it has been to long you look incredible please come in. Barbara turns to the secretary.

I am expecting a guest can you please just show them in. Yes Miss Eden. So, Barbara what can I do for your today? Adam as my attorneys can you tell anybody about anything that we discuss.

No Barbara you are protected under attorney client privilege. If I did talk to anyone about anything we discussed I would be disbarred and probably go to jail. Why do you ask? Here is a nondisclosure contract I need you to sign and here is $10,000 in cash for your console. What? I do not understand. Please just read it and sign it. Ok I will sign.

This cannot be real! They want you to go to some island who knows where for a week and have sex with strange men and women! Yes, and you want to do this? I am not sure Adam that is why I am here is the contract real?

How do I get my money and how do I make sure I am getting all the money that I am due? Give me a few minutes to read this. Miss Eden your guest is here. Guest, Yes Adam there are some cloths that I am going to be wearing and this is their tailor to make sure everything fits perfectly.

Hello Miss Eden, my name is Ernesto, is there someplace where we can have a little privacy. Please use my bathroom while I read this contract. Thank you, Adam we will not be long.

About 30 minutes later they both came out of the bathroom, and he could see that Barbara’s nipples were very very hard and her face was flushed. Thank beyoğlu escort you for your time I have everything that I need.

Barbara are you alright. Yes Adam. So, what does the contact say? Well, your total control on how and where you get paid. What I would suggest is getting half the money upfront in cash and you then set up an account somewhere the government can’t get their hands on it.

Could you take care of that for me? Of course, Barbara, is there any country in particular? No. It should not be in your name. What name would you like to use? How about Jeannie Nelson? Sure, if that is what you want.

At exactly 2:30pm the phone rang. Hello, yes, she is here one moment please. Hello Charles, yes, I am here with Adam and no one else. May I put you on the speaker phone? Yes you may as long as there is nobody else in the room.

Hello Adam, my name is Charles and I understand you have signed the confidential agreement and have received the $10,000. Yes, I have a few questions. I would have been surprised if you had not.

First how does Barbara get her money? She will receive her money at the end of the week. No, she will get half of the money before she gets on the plane and the balance before she leaves the island. How would you propose we do that?

You will pick her up from my office and you will hand me the $250,000 in cash. That would be acceptable but instead of the office how about the underground parking garage?

That would be acceptable. I am guessing that the guests are paying you in advance so you will bring Barbara her 25% the next morning. Adam I think it would be easier to pay me the 25% and give me my tips when I leave the island. That is acceptable.

You are going to trust us to pay the correct amount. We do not have a choice on that matter. Before she boards the plane to leave you will bring her the other $250,000 and the 25% of her fees. This is to be put in the contract and these terms are nonnegotiable.

Those terms are acceptable. There is one more condition. Go on. If at any time she is permanently scared or hurt the rest of the contract is null and void and you will pay her $1,000,000 in cash and she will leave your island immediately.

No one has ever made that condition before. I will have to get the board’s approval. I will call you tomorrow Adam if that is ok. Yes. If we agree do, we have a deal? Yes! Barbara, we would like you to be on the island on Sunday the 6th if that is alright.

Please take this time to get a nice all over tan. I will Charles will I see you on the island. No though I will be there when we pick you up. I am looking forward to meeting you. Have a good day.

Do you realize what you just agreed to? Yes, I just took an acting job that is going to pay me over $500,000 in cash for a week’s work. It is Sunday 6th at 2pm and Barbara is sitting in a car with Adam when a big black limousine with dark tinted windows enters the garage. The driver’s doors open and a man caring a black attaché case gets out and walks over to their car.

Adam opens the case and counts the cash to make sure the $250,000. Barbara gets out of the car and gets into the limo that drives away. Hello Barbara, you look stunning, hello Charles and thank you. The flight time to the island is a little over an hour. You will have the rest of the day to settle in and your first client will be tomorrow at 9am.

What is it they want? Sorry Barbara all the clients you are going to meet will be told to you on the day that you are going to meet them. Now there are some rules that you must obey. Rules? Yes rules. You have the top floor penthouse suite in has a pool, Jacuzzi, steam room and even a sauna. There is even a fully equipped gym and tanning bed. If you want to go out there is a patio on the roof. There will be a guard at the elevator so the only people that can come up are your clients and our staff.

But understand this if you go outside and someone sees you and wants to fuck you must fuck them for FREE! Anything you want food drink anything will be brought to you 24/7. In the bedroom are all sorts of cloths and lingerie as well as several genie costumes that have been custom made for you. In the dresser is every kind of sex toy you could possibly need. Any questions? No, let us drink a toast to a fun and profitable week. Cheers!!!

Once you get to the island you will meet William, he oversees the island and will make sure you have everything you want and that your clients are happy. Anything you need you can call William he is available for you 24 hours a day.

Once she has landed and Barbara has been brought to a private entrance where she meets William. They get into an elevator that takes them up to the penthouse. Barbara is looking out the window and is stunned at the beauty she sees.

Since everything she is going to be wearing is being supplied all she had to do is put out her makeup and toiletries and then she opened the closet doors and cihangir escort found some of the sexiest lingerie and dresses she had ever seen. Out of curiosity Barbara went to find the sex toys. She found them in a large dresser right next to the bed. After a light dinner she decided to go to sleep so she would be ready for whatever tomorrow would bring.

Day 1

At 7am she was woken up by a call from William and told to take a shower and shave and to be ready at 9am sharp. When she got out of the shower there lying on the bed was one of the Jeannie costumes that she had tried on in Adams bathroom. Unlike the ones from the show these were see-through, and you could easily see Barbara’s hard nipples and shaved pussy once she was dressed.

Ok Barbara here is what the clients wants. Do you remember the first episode where Major Nelson finds your bottle on the beach? Yes of course. Well, that is the scene he wants to recreate. Hold it I was told that if I go outside of my room, I had to have sex for free with anyone who asks.

That would normally be correct. But in this case you will be driven onto the beach and we have fenced off a large section of the beach and there will be guards to make sure no one interferes with you and your client. Now once word gets around, I am sure you are going to have a very large audience watching you. Watching me? Yes, I am sure they are going to be watching and quite of few if not all of them will be masturbating thinking that they are the one fucking you.

What is his name? That is not important in his fantasy he is going to be Major Anthony Nelson. Call him whatever you want but if you really want a big tip call him “Master.” So, you are going start out talking gibberish until he says “I wish you spoke English” then you will speak English.

He is also going to say, “I wish there was a bed I could take you to and make love to you” and we will arrange for a bed. He paid for 4 hours and when he heard you an anal virgin, he paid us an extra $100,000.00 for the honor of popping your anal cherry.

How do you feel? Nervous and excited both at the same time. Ok let us go. They got into the private elevator and stepped out the private entrance she entered the other day. They get in a 4-wheel drive jeep and drive toward the beach. As they get to the gate to go to the beach there are already 10-15 people some with binoculars waiting to watch the show.

Hey Barbara, can I be next? Is yelled out by a very buff and very naked young man who is also sporting a very very large erection. Or how about me from a busty nude woman. Sorry you must pay in order to play yells William.

They drive out onto the beach and Barbara gets out and look around for the man she will be fucking for money. All the while her nipples are harder and longer than they have ever been and she can feel her pussy juice starting to run down her leg.

Ok go stand over there behind the white curtain and when he opens the bottle there will be a big puff of smoke so don’t be alarmed.

Barbara sees the shape of a man walking towards her and he bends down and there is a giant puff of smoke.

He sees Barbara standing there dressed in a genie costume. The costume is so shear that he can see her erect nipples and her shaved pussy.

He blinks in shock first because he does not know where she came from and more importantly, she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Who are you and where did you come from?

ana aljuniyu min zujajat ‘amr li sayidati

I don’t understand I wish I could understand you.

Barbara answered, “I am the Jeannie of the bottle command me my master.”

You speak English now?

Yes, master when you say “I wish” it is my command to instantly obey and grant your wish.

So, if I say I wish you were naked There is another puff of smoke and now she is standing there nude with her hands on her hips and her legs spread shoulders with apart. You are gorgeous. Thank you master. Master? Yes, you freed me from the bottle you are now my and forever my master, and your wish is my command. Wow, I have never seen such a perfect pair of tits.

What size are they? They are 34C master. Are they real? Why don’t you squeeze them and find out for yourself master. Really its ok to touch you. Yes, master I am yours body and soul. I am here to serve you in any way that you desire.

So he reached out with both hands and gently squeezed her breasts. She noticed that his hand are shaking Barbara was not sure it was from fear or excitement and being the consummate professional she just stood still while he squeezed her breasts and played wither hard nipples.

Ok I wish there were a large bed under those trees. There is another bigger puff of smoke and there is a bed covered in white silk sheets. He scoops her up in his arms and walks toward the bed.

He places Jeannie at the end if the bed and starts to take off his flight suit. Barbara gasped as his big, limp cock was exposed, hanging just in front of her face. She tore her eyes away long enough to glance up, seeing the serious and intense look of lust in his face that he was giving her, then she looked back at his cock. It was growing. His cock swelled up, stiffening, getting larger and beginning to stick straight out… angling up, higher and higher… Bigger and bigger.

Treasure Ch 7 B a continuation of 7A and yes there will now be a ‘C’ in this timeline. – Timelines can be mind bending.

The following is a collaboration between the main author, me, and my muse. Yes that ‘Jeanne.’ My muse did ask a new interesting question, ‘is the Drew from 7 A the same Drew as from the Prequel?’

So, if the Drew from 7A had turned around and went home instead of heading out into the bay, would he then have decided to climb Bishop’s Peak the next morning? And if so, would he have been snatched there?

Remember my limited understanding of Timelines. Infinite number according to Steven Hawkings. This is why the concept of Timelines is so damned interesting.

I have no idea how long it will be, or what twists and turns might develop. THAT is the magic of life and multiple timelines.

All humans and creatures are over 18 years of age. All humans and creatures are figments of my mind and are not meant to represent any creatures that walk our earth. If one does, please send me an email with a picture or video attachment.

What do you do in a timeline?

Is another timeline ‘better’ or ‘worse?’ What is better or worse?

***

His 65th Birthday…

‘Drew…it is our understanding that you humans put great importance on celebrating your date of birth?’ First raised her head looking at him eye to eye.

“And that gifts are given from ones that care for you?’

‘Most do, some like me…well I have had some bad experiences on mine, so I tend to avoid them. Why do you ask?” Drew responded.

“Because today is your birthday and we have gotten you a gift,” She stated in a demure way.

Drew was shocked that he had been on the ship for so long, in stasis or a coma probably.

He looked at her, but his mind was blank with shock.

With tendrils intertwined between the three, the slumbering two awoke. The three stood together and communicated with each other.

They turned and formed the formation that was their norm. First held out her hand and then interlaced her delicate fingers with his.

He was ‘informed’ to follow along as they existed his room and into a white corridor. They traveled a short distance and turned to a wall that promptly disappeared. They stepped in and he turned his head and froze. The room was white like his. It had a bed like his.

This room had a human occupying it, asleep, on the bed, which was just like his.

He looked at the beautiful sleeping face of ‘his Jeanne.’

As if on cue, she opened her eyes and promptly screamed.

“Your dead, drowned off Avila.” She screamed at him.

Her eyes swept the white featureless room and then settled on the three aliens and screamed again. She pulled the covers to her and backed up into the wall using the pillow as a shield.

He felt joined to the three, their tendrils were wrapped protectively around him. They were confused and wondered why he had acted one way, and she another.

“Well, that went well,” he said aloud and smiled at Jeanne.

Drew turned a half turn to the triplets. He did not need to, they were deeply ingrained inside his head, but human is as human does.

‘Give us a moment, and yes you can ‘listen in,’ Drew said to the three as they slowly backed out of the room. The wall flashing open and then closed.

He looked into her eyes and saw the confusion and terror. Those eyes that had held him captive from the moment he saw her on the basketball court in her cheerleader outfit. It seemed to have been 100 years ago.

“Yes, it is me, in the flesh and alive. I was taken like you. They said they would release us soon. Some version of a coming out party is planned.’

He took a step towards her, and she cowered back against her wall. Her pillow shield scrunched more with her long fingers showing the stress. He walked to the wall that faced the foot of bed and put his shoulders there.

He could see some slight calming. She was gathering her wits, and he knew her mental acuity would snap back very quickly.

“It’s still my fault though,” he paused because he knew deep in his heart, that what he would say next would not be pleasant.

“You see…you are a birthday present for me. They said it’s my birthday today and they wanted to get me a gift. A gift to observe human customs.”

He looked at Jeanne and she had her mouth open. She was breathing, he could tell from the movement of her magnificent breasts that were mostly obscured with the bunched-up bedding.

She noticed him looking at her partially hidden bountiful cleavage and her confusion turned to fury.

“I am a fucking gift? A kidnapped present for your fucking birthday?” she yelled across the room.

He smiled slightly and shrugged because of the situation, not at her confusion or tone.

‘You are an asshole!’ She yelled at him.

‘Yea…I am getting that a lot lately.”

Drew paused, looking at her. He wanted to zeytinburnu escort go and hold her and kiss her.

He also wanted to keep his balls firmly attached to his body. Two options were all he could foresee, stay or go.

He pushed himself off the wall and looked into her eyes. Her eyes always held her emotions. He had literally fallen into her eyes the first time he saw her. He had fallen deep into those eyes many times in their interactions over the years. He had seen lust, love and anger in those beautiful eyes, also sorrow and fear now.

‘We…I will leave you for a bit so you can think through this situation.” Drew turned to leave, and the wall opened.

“Drew Scott! Don’t you fucking dare leave me alone!” Jeanne shouted at him. She was using the teacher’s command voice she had used for years while wrangling 3rd and 4th graders in her 30-year career as an educator.

But the voice was full of fear, and he could see it too in her eyes as he turned to look at her. He turned around half in and out of the open portal and paused. Who was he kidding, there was no choice. He had to go to her. To hold her and cherish her. He had wanted her for 40+ years and she was here in an alien ship because they had explored his mind and saw his deepest desire.

He turned and walked slowly to the bed and slowly sat down on the edge.

‘Approach the she-wolf slowly and carefully.’ He thought to himself. He felt rustling in his mind and remembered that he was never alone here and may never be again.

The questions in his mind from the triplets were regarding ‘she-wolf’ made him smile. He was looking away as he explained ‘analogy’ and Jeanne’s anger at being taken against her will,

‘At least she does not have an implant,’ he thought. The vision and data overload he was just coming to deal with, would drive Jeanne insane. Constant connectivity takes a while to get used to.

‘Oh, she does. It is just not active yet,’ Drew heard from First and then he hung his head. Drew was just staring at where the wall would open. He was still used to the human way of communication, not the bond that was his new reality.

“Will you please turn and look at me?” Jeanne growled at him. He could hear the fear tangled in the voice that was trying to stay in control.

He turned his head and shoulders to look into her beautiful eyes.

“Always beautiful, I’ll always want to look into your eyes, and you know that.” He commented softly while holding her gaze.

“Is it really you? Are you real or some type of clone? Are you really alive?” she asked in a rapid fire manner trying to get it all out at once.

“Yes, it’s me” he responded with a smile “If you will let me sit up there with you, I’ll tell you my story. Then we can do some introductions once you feel you can handle it.”

She nodded slowly and looked at the bed next to her. He carefully inched his way over to the wall. He held up his right arm and she slid in next to him. He could feel her tremble as she put her head on his chest.

He dropped his arm around her, and she shifted and snuggled closer. He pulled and helped wrap her in her sheet ‘cocoon’ so she would feel more protected.

He could feel a distant tingling, sort of a female ‘ahhhh’ to his actions and protective feeling he had for Jeanne.

He quietly told her his story to date and held her tight even as he descried the alien sex and her arrival.

“So, they are alien sex traffickers?” Jeanne asked.

Drew sort of giggled and then let out a breath. The triplets were horrified, and his mind was full of questions and confusion.

‘Give us a little time ladies. Just stay calm,’ he sent back to them.

***

He lsat there with the woman he loved wondering to himself what the future would bring. She had always been magical to him. Touching something deep in his soul. It brought out the artist in him and there were sculptures all over his house that had parts of her in each one.

The last weekend they had spent together again brought out the spark in him. They had made love for hours and then gone to bed. He had woken multiple times and just smiled.

She was there next to him. That simple fact was exquisite. He could reach out and touch her naked form, sleeping so close in the big bed.

He had watched her slide out, in the dark, hours after nodding off. Her natural grace and curvaceous body were hypnotic as it passed through the moonlight glinting through the unshuttered windows. The simple act of her going pee at two am in the morning became an erotic sight.

And here she was cuddled up to him. Lost in the overwhelming fact that they were in an alien spacecraft and their lives were not their own, at least in the short term

He remembered it all. The love he felt and has always had for her. The intimate times spent together. The sharing of life, and its glow when she was around.

The light and power she brought to his soul.

***

“Are kağıthane escort you up to and ready for introductions?’ he whispered to her.

Jeanne did not answer for a bit and Drew did not push. He could feel her muscles bunch up and knew he was going to get smacked, or she was going to get herself ready.

“It would be nice to get some clothes, so I am not wrapped in a toga for my first meeting.” She commented.

His mind had already flashed through that thought before she asked. The wall flashed open and First, Left and Right entered the room.

Jeanne tensed in his arms and sucked in a breath but did not scream this time.

First carried a stack of clothing in her hands. Just like Drew’s shorts and t-shirt.

First came to the side of the bed closest to Drew and handed them to him. He shifted and then passed them to Jeanne. She took them and looked at the three aliens in the room and slid her sheet wider as she slid the T-shirt over her large breasts and then the same as she slid her shorts on while still covered.

Drew was in constant communication with the triplets on what she was doing. He was in a hurried dialog over human concerns for nudity and privacy.

Jeanne pulled down the covers to her waist and sat still clutched in Drews’ arm. Drew had to admit she looked much hotter in the T-shirt than he did. Her large nipples jutted through fabric causing his shorts to tent.

“Are you communicating with them,” Jeanne asked, and Drew finally realized she had turned her head and was looking at his face.

He turned and then realized how close they were. He so wanted to dip his head and take her lips in his. But based on the circumstances he did not want to lose a lip if he guessed wrong either.

“Yes, they have given us implants so we can communicate. Yours is off and if you decide to turn it on, it will take some time to get used to it.”

“Implant…” she said softly. “Implant!” she stated in a panic.

“It’s ok, its ok,” he said using a softer voice.

“I had the same reaction.”

“It allows all the races to communicate.” He continued.

“All the races…How many races…aliens do I have to deal with?” she asked.

There was verbal trilling that Jeanne could hear but it was translated in Drews mind.

“One hundred and forty-two,” stated Drew.

“You understood her…it?” Jeanne asked.

“It’s her or them…and yes, but in my mind. We don’t need to speak, just think about it. It takes a bit to get used to.”

“They want to come sit with you. They can also transfer information by touch.” Drew paused. “Is that ok?”

Jeanne just slowly nodded her head in affirmation but then reached down and intwined her fingers with his.

Drew was elated that she trusted him so much. She was holding his hand for assurance and trust.

First came to the foot of the bed and Left went left and Right went right. The bed lowered and started to expand.

Drew could feel her start to shake as the aliens slid onto the expanding platform. His arm that encircled her, pulled her tighter and she grabbed his arms in fear.

” It’s going to be ok. These aliens are not the greys. These aliens and several others are going to introduce themselves to humanity shortly,” Drew whispered.

‘It would be much easier to communicate if we energized her implant’ came a comment from First.

‘One step at a time,’ was Drews mental response.

Jeanne started to shake again as Right kneeled on the bed within arm’s reach of her.

Drew noticed Rights hair start to undulate and move towards Jeanne.

Drew asked Right to pause, and he turned to look in Jeanne’s eyes, which seemed to be sized twice her norm.

“Beautiful, their hair is sort of prehensile and moves on its own. Please be patient, you are very safe here…Promise.”

The hair undulated and slid forward in several groupings of what Drew called dreads.

First contact was made by Right and Jeanne went stiff and moaned.

“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered. The dreads stroked her legs and arms. She did continue to shake but it was more of a shiver.

Drew mentally dove down and was now watching as she was shown the alien culture and home world. They were going off at a rapid pace and skimmed directly into why Drew was taken and the two aliens he had slept with. There was a virus that had changed the birthrate to one male for each 100 female births. And that was only more devastating because of the low virility of the current males.

Being the retired teacher she was, she asked about his virility since he had had a vasectomy. No secrets within the mind, and she was shown all the changes they had made to him to bring him back to peak performance.

They offered her the same, she gave the flash of ‘we will see.’

She finally noticed Drew’s presence in the miasma that was her confused but learning mind. She drifted over to him, and their avatars looked at each other. fulya escort He was not sure how it would end but he saw a smile in her eyes and knew he was ‘safe’ for the moment.

‘Safe?’ she responded to him. He watched her thinking.

‘You may be safe for the moment,’ she said with a larger mental smile, ‘But not forgiven.’ Her avatar crossed its arms and stared at him.

‘You and your desires got me here.’ She paused again looking around. They just wanted you, fat, dumb and happy so you will keep screwing and impregnating them.” She started to tap her foot and it gave her quite the look of the pissed off teacher. Drew thought a HOT teacher, but still a pissed off teacher.

‘By the way, the being that you call ‘Left’ is still waiting her turn. You impregnated the other two and one of the children is a boy. So, you have done your ‘duty’ and I assume had fun doing it?” she paused, enjoying his confusion.

‘You need to get back on that horse and get them all pregnant.’

“Yes, but you’re here now,” Drew paused with mouth open, he could see where this was going in her mind.

‘You were dragged here to save their race. Then they dragged me here to make sure you were a happy boy.’ She paused. She looked around her own mind, intermixed with the thoughts of the Triplets.

Then she shocked Drew.

‘I want to watch.’ Jeanne said with a demure but devilish smile.

***

Drew exited the first introduction meeting with Jeanne shaking his head. ‘Jeanne wanted him to sleep with aliens. And to WATCH while he did so?” he wondered to himself.

He heard screams and felt terror from a faraway corridor and started to sprint. He was shocked how fast he could run without feeling his old bones creak and his heart pound.

He rounded a corner and skidded to a stop. There backed into an odd corner were a half dozen aliens of different species. All transmitting terror and mental and verbal cries for help. In an adjacent corridor, security arrived, fully armed and ready for battle.

In the middle of the confusion was a miniature dachshund pup barking his throat out and squared up against a host of alien creatures.

Drew almost laughed. Some of the creatures cowering before the miniature terror could easily snap Drew in half. The looks, feelings and horror emanating from the aliens were beyond pale.

Drew whistled like his grandfather had taught him. It got everyone’s attention including the little wiener dog. Drew knelt on one knee as the small barking denizen looked between Drew and his bunched-up prey.

“Beau,” Drew called out. The miniature hellion stamped around in a circle looking at Drew.

He patted his thigh and called out to the hyped-up puppy, “You must be Beau. Come here and let’s go find your momma.” The pup slowly came to Drew and somewhere the pup got a whiff of his momma on Drew. He came waging his tail, grateful for finding a human.

Drew picked him up and got a lick under his chin. “I guess you were snatched up with your mom, huh kiddo,” Drew commented while looking into the pups’ eyes.

Drew looked around and saw aliens of multiple races coming out to thank him for saving their lives from the small terrifying creature.

He knew he would be late for a meeting, but reuniting the pup with Jeanne was more important. Not sure how the gift was going to be received by the pissed off Jeanne, but…

He entered the room where Jeanne was housed, and she was still with the triplets.

Beau was having none of this crap about being kept from Jeanne. Beau squirmed so much in Drew’s arms that he lowered himself to one knee and let the pup loose.

In two bounds he was on the bed and barking his head off at the three aliens surrounding his ‘mom.’

The Triplets were terrified by this little creature and rolled off the bed and placed themselves behind Drew. Beau stood as the holy protector and barked from the bed.

Jeanne looked at Drew with an embarrassed look. Especially when she caught the look of terror on the triplet’s faces. Jeanne was talking and shooshing Beau and trying to calm him when it all caught up to her.

She started to laugh and then Drew lost it. The triplets and the other terrified aliens did not get the joke.

***

Ambassadors to be…

Drew leaned over and softly kissed an arching, Jeanne. She did not acknowledge the kiss, but he took no annoyance from being ignored. She was at the edge of her second huge orgasm, and he was just enthralled to be part of it.

Hours Earlier

Drew was searching mentally for what to do. He felt that a trap had been set and he was walking into something that would snap shut and rip his time with Jeanne away from him. And that trap was the one true love in his life…Jeanne.

“So…you want to watch me have sex with an alien?” Drew asked cautiously as he could feel the trigger spring of the trap vibrate.

She slid closer to him and whispered in his ear “Yes, I want you to fuck her good, get her pregnant. Then fuck me with your cock coated with your combined juices.” She raised her head so they could look eye to eye. She pulled him down into a sensuous explosive kiss.

“Then I want you to fuck me like you did her and leave me dripping as we fall asleep together.”

Well, that had Drew hard and ready as they cuddled.

“Well, god-damn! Smell those pies! V’s putting on a feast today!” Garnet chuckled heartily, his nose sniffing the air in an almost cartoonish manner. Seeth was sure that any moment now, Garnet would take off and float towards the kitchen, nose first.

The Fixer Den was busy today, the sound of chatter and laughter echoing around the station as Garnet and Seeth finished up their plans for the rest of the week. The sound was far from a distraction or an annoyance though; this new warmth in the Den was a welcome change from the seemingly endless months of cold anticipation and worry that had permeated the Den prior to Seeth’s arrival. Her hard work was paying off, and she was seeing the results. All those tiresome days of cleaving through Baron after Baron, liberating this small sector of space, had lifted the spirits of the local nomads tenfold.

“Stay focused, Garnet, let’s just hammer out the last of these details, and then I can get started on the next contract.” Seeth stifled a smile as the otter’s belly growled loudly. There was a small part of her that was holding onto the hope that she could get out of this meeting without anything… out of the ordinary happening today, but as she cast a glance towards the back of the room, at the rack of suspiciously strider-sized outfits that Garnet was trying to conceal behind a folding screen, she couldn’t help but think that that was wishful thinking.

The otter had made a rather audacious attempt to dress smartly today. He was wearing a slightly too small but still endearing suit, complete with tartan patches and an absurdly coloured tie. He fidgeted with the collar uncomfortably, and pulled the jacket down over his belly for the umpteenth time that afternoon as he looked over in Seeth’s general direction with a smile.

“Well, that’s the thing, Seeth! With the latest set of barges you took out this week, the Baron’s have all but disappeared from the local sector! Their mothership was seen retreating out of the sector yesterday! There are, o’course, a few stragglers still left behind – we’re workin’ on locating ’em, but in all honesty, we ain’t all that worried! You’ve done it, Seeth!”

“I’ve… Y-You mean… I’ve actually…” Seeth stumbled over her words in shock, unsure of exactly how to feel.

“You’ve driven them back! I don’t have any Vora Baron work for you today!”

“Nothing?!”

“Nope! Nothin’! We’ll get some more soon no doubt, they’re relentless bastards, but it’ll be nothing compared to what you’ve been doing, such as mopping up them stragglers I mentioned. The locals have been repairing and rearming, too. Them Baron attacks have become weaker and few and far between. You’ve broken the bastards!”

Not for the first time, Seeth felt a wave of relief that Garnet couldn’t see her, or her facial expressions. While the otter wore a large, genuine smile – he was practically beaming ear to ear as he bubbled with a giddy excitement – Seeth did not quite share his sense of relief. She couldn’t help the small, shy smile that was creeping over her lips though.

So this is what it feels like…

“And so…” Garnet pulled at his tie as he continued. “Me an’ V an’ some of the others got to thinking, and we decided that, well, perhaps a celebration would be in order!”

“Garnet!” Seeth immediately started to protest, but the otter interrupted her.

“V did say you might have some trepidations about us throwing you a party, but Seeth, you deserve it! All the nomads ’round here have been wanting to show you their appreciation, and it’s only a small party!”

“Oh yeah? How small, because it doesn’t sound small out there!”

“Only like, fifty people -“

“GARNET!”

“Including your friends! And Tora’s here, me and V will be here! Don’t you go blowing this out of proportion now, we’re throwing you a party and that’s that.”

“And you saved that small bit of news until the end of our meeting so you could keep me here for the party, didn’t you?” Seeth shook her head in quiet defeat, looking over at the rack of dresses again.

“Yep!” Garnet replied with a grin. “I was wondering if you’d notice something was up or not! Apparently, old Garnet’s still got it.” He added, somewhat smugly.

“Bah, you fucker!” Seeth laughed. “Fine! I guess I can stay for a bit. But I’m not really dressed for it though…” As she looked over at the rack of dresses, properly now, she couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of anxiety regarding the… colourful variety on display.

“V thought you might say something like that, so we put the word out, got you a nice selection of clothes. Now I should warn y’all, it was a bit of a challenge trying to find outfits that would fit your, uh… dimensions…” Garnet blushed slightly, but continued in his confident stride. “So there’s a bit of a mix of styles and sizes goin’ on. Got you a mirror though too, is just there, stacked up against the wall.” Garnet gestured towards the back of the room. “So try some stuff out, see what you like! Feel free to get changed in here if you want. I’ll maslak escort leave ya in peace, I’m sure there’s something else for me to do around here -“

“- DARLIN’!” V’s voice suddenly echoed through the office, her tone somehow soft as dough but still loud enough to fill every room. “I NEED YOU IN THE KITCHEN! THIS TIVY GIRL GON BE MAKING SOUP IN THE SINK UNLESS YOU WASH UP SOME OF THESE POTS ‘N PAAAANS!”

“There it is! Duty calls! Say, that friend of yours, Tivy, she’s a sweet lil’ pea, ain’t she? She been the one keeping y’all fed at home?”

“Tiv’s here? Yeah, she cooks for us when we’re all out working. She looks after us…” Seeth murmured thoughtfully as she made her way over to the clothes rack. “Why?”

“I thought as much! She’s been zipping all about the den, practically V’s partner in crime today! Kinda reminded me of you, only she cooks instead of pulling Baron’s apart… Hah! We invited the rest of your crew too, y’all seem close…” For a second, the otter’s face softened into something… sad, longing… but it quickly snapped back to that happy grin. “Well, I’ll leave you to it!” And with that, Garnet stood from his chair and waddled out of the room, closing the door behind him, and leaving Seeth alone.

Seeth sighed softly as she ran her fingers along her assortment of clothes. V really had wrangled up quite the… selection for her. There was a wide range of colours, fabrics, sizes and styles in front of her, and while it was obvious that most of them were second-hand and had been donated, they all looked like they had been cleaned and looked after.

No trousers, V? No suits? Just dresses, wonderful. It’s like high school prom all over again…

She pulled a cocktail dress off the rack with a soft clink. She pressed it up against herself, and looked across at her reflection in the mirror. The dress had been made with a more busty clientele in mind, to give credit to V, but not this busty.

“Mhm. Yeah… No. That’s not quite going to fit my… dimensions.” Seeth smirked and laughed lightly as she returned the dress to the rack, and pulled out another.

Despite her initial apprehension, there was something quite exciting about trying on all these outfits. It had been a very long time since Seeth had had the opportunity to do something as normal as dress up and go to a party, and a part of her was actually feeling excited. Most of the dresses on display, however, unfortunately just weren’t suitable, most falling short of her ample figure – except for one hideous exception, a deep emerald green dress that, while it fitted over her curves, did anything but compliment them. She pulled it over her head and took a step back, eyeing herself in the mirror. It was absolutely massive. Honestly, she’d look better if she rocked up to the party wrapped up in a shower curtain.

She was left with only two real options; a tight, revealing black satin piece that glittered and glistened in the light, and a more modest (but still flattering) lacey white dress. As she lifted the black dress up though, she couldn’t help but imagine how it would hug and squeeze over her curves, and just how much of her frame it would display. She would be the centre of attention in a piece like that, more than she already was.

Isn’t that what we want though? To be stared at? To be desired?

A deeply uncomfortable shiver ran over the surface of her skin. No. No we don’t! Seeth thought as she quickly replaced the black dress, settling for the white one. She pulled it on and quickly examined her reflection. Flattering didn’t really do the dress (or her curves) justice, but it did at least fit her properly.

“If anyone makes a joke about me getting married…”

The dress had long floaty sleeves which helped hide the straps of her industrial sports bra, and it wasn’t so short that she had to worry about flashing anybody. Nobody wants to see my dick swinging out between my legs… Although, then again… NOPE. Seeth shook her head furiously. Nope, no they don’t! No nip or dick slips today…

No amount of furious headshakes could quite convince her of that though…

With a shaky sigh, Seeth quickly smoothed herself down, and made her way out of the room. She’d opted to leave her heavy combat boots on – the small selection of heels and sandals V had provided just didn’t fit well at all. Besides, with those tits out on display, who’d even be looking at her feet?

*

The loading bay had been fully adorned in party supplies, colourful balloons and banners draping the walls. The words ‘Thank You Lockblade!’ were stuck to the far wall in bright pink writing. A large silver table in the corner of the room was stocked with various foods and drinks, and was still being added to.

Trent, Venner, Oxyi and Geralt were all sitting near the table in the corner of the room, drinks in hand and an overloaded plate of delicious smelling food by their sides. All four of them had dressed up in honour of Seeth’s successful contracts, sarıyer escort Oxyi in a pretty black slip that complimented her curves, and Venner in a rich red, expensive-looking cocktail dress. Even Geralt had dressed up for the occasion, wearing a smart grey suit and tie to match Trent’s.

Oxyi and Venner were mid-way through an arm wrestle, gripping the table tightly and shaking with tension as the boys cheered them on. The room had a distinct feeling of happiness, hope and thankfulness, something that had been sorely missed over the last few months and was warmly welcomed by all.

A distant thudding vibrated through the room and everybody looked towards the door, anticipating the Controller. However it was Tora that strutted through the door, smirking slightly as a quiet mumble of disappointment, then laughter floated around the room.

“Sorry guys, just me!”

Tora entered the room dressed in her usual style – a black tank-top covered in neon graffiti, and a pair of dark jeans. Her left hand was clutching a keg of beer, her right hand was acting as a platform for none-other than Tivy, who was wearing a flowery apron over her cute little blue dress, and a pair of oven mitts determinedly gripping onto a golden crusted pie, filling the room with its tantalising aroma. Curiously, both of the girls were wearing an identical pair of sunglasses.

“Beer and pie, bitches!” They announced in unison, placing their goods down on the silver table. Their words met with a loud cheer from the room.

“Tiv! You’re just making Tora carry everything if she’s carrying you!” Trent slapped his palm against his forehead.

“Nu-uh! I was carrying the pie!” Tivy protested firmly as Tora lowered her to the floor.

“Yeah, but she was carrying you! Thus, she was carrying you and the pie?” Trent was almost pleading with her to understand, his eyes darting between Tivy and the much taller, much broader demoness.

But Trent had no reason to worry. Tora shot him some finger guns and a grin, apparently more than happy to indulge Tivy in her whimsical demeanour.

“Damn straight!” Tora replied with a nod, followed rapidly by a flourish of her biceps, showing off her muscles to the fox. Tivy glanced up and copied the oni’s motions to the tee, showing significantly less impressive muscles, but all the same attitude nonetheless.

“Come on Tiv, we get more pie and beer to get!”

“Damn straight!” Tivy shot her own finger guns at Trent from behind her sunglasses, before accepting the strider’s hand once more. Tora lifted her into the air and sat her down on her shoulder, the critter flexing the entire time. Some may have found Tivy’s mimicry annoying or even insulting, but Tora appeared out-right delighted by it, her face constantly flickering between a beaming smile and her usual carefree, tough-girl grin.

The pair turned away and made to return to the kitchen. Seeth, who had taken advantage of Tora and Tivy’s appearance to sneak into the room unnoticed, sidled up quietly to her friends in the corner.

“Hey, guys!” She greeted them with a small smile and a shy glance.

The gang turned to greet her, then immediately did a double take as they took in her attire. Their eyes widened, their cheeks blushed with varying shades of pink as their eyes traced along her curves.

“Woah… Seeth, you look… wonderful in white!” Venner finally said, her gaze still firmly fixed on her dress. Both men were utterly smitten, struggling to pick up their slacken jaws as all manner of sexual thoughts ran through their heads. Behind them, Oxyi’s nervous gaze flickered furiously around the room as she contemplated several layers of forbidden feelings, but eventually steeled herself into a clearly-perplexed-but-still-trying smile.

I’m not sure the boys would have survived the black dress, based on that reaction. Seeth thought to herself, pushing down a satisfied smile. Both of the guys did manage to pull themselves together though, after a couple more seconds.

“You look… you look fantastic, Seeth! A-As always, of course! But, you can pull off a dress!” Trent nodded, making a very obvious, desperate attempt to look at her face rather than her body.

“Smooth, Trent.” Geralt laughed, his composure having returned much more abruptly. “You do look great though, Seeth. I bet Diego would love it! He’ll have to see for himself when we get him back.”

A flush of emotions stung the Controller at the mention of Diego’s name, and her eyes turned glassy for a moment.

“Thank you, Geralt. For sure.” She smiled, genuinely.

Curious as to all the commotion behind her, Tora turned around then, lifting her sunglasses up and resting them on her head… and locked eyes with the Controller.

“Jeez, Seeth..! I thought this was just a party, not your wedding!” She laughed, loudly, but the initial shock in her voice at Seeth’s appearance was enough to get the attention of the rest of the room. A sudden silence rippled across the room as everyone levent escort turned, and all eyes landed on her. Seeth stood sheepishly under their gaze, very much aware of the brilliant white dress she was wearing, stretched tightly across her bust and complimenting her curves. Hints of her soft amethystine skin were teased all along it, her broad shoulders but even broader hips filling out her dress in a way that drew the gaze of all.

The silence seemed to stretch on forever… but then, the room filled with cheers.

“LOCKBLADE!” The room shouted in unison, all except Tivy, whose cheer of ‘Seeth!’ quickly got drowned out by the rest of the room. Seeth heard it though, and she couldn’t help but smile.

A warm feeling flushed through the Controller’s chest. Seeing the look in their eyes, the genuine warmth and gratitude, she recognised some of the faces around the room as people she’d rescued from barges. This is what Diego had been guiding her to, it was this feeling.

He was right.

She was capable of far more than just ruining lives. Corruption or not.

For a second, she felt tears welling in the corners of her eyes again, stinging and salty, when she was half-tackled off her feet by Tora, hugging her around the waist and pulling her firmly into the room.

The cheering and laughter blended into one, it was a whirlwind of thank-you’s and freshly cooked pie, she could barely keep up with the nomads and mercs around her, shaking her hand and explaining how she’d rescued them, their families, their children…

There was so much love, warmth, appreciation around her, wrapping around her body like a blanket. It should have been enough to keep the cold, the darkness at bay.

But it wasn’t. The urges did not stop.

They were growing. Despite all the warmth surrounding her, that darkness in her core pulled at the corners of her soul, threatening at any moment to push her over the edge…

She fought with every ounce of strength she had to bury the thoughts, but her body wanted those around her. It had gone unsated for so long and the fresh audience around her was making it all the rapping on her spine all the more forthright. Her very bones creaked as she fought against it, her internal battle dousing the scene in a fuzzy white noise.

She flicked her tongue out for just the briefest of tastes, just a tease. It tasted so deliciously vulnerable and untouched, the room held a bounty of fresh, fuckable bodies, ripe for the taking.

It wasn’t even a question, she knew she wouldn’t give in.

But it was tainting everything.

It always did.

Well… Maybe not everything…

Seeth glanced over at Tora, who hadn’t moved from her side. In fact, her arm was still wrapped around Seeth’s waist, and she was smiling at her.

Maybe not you…

Moments later Seeth was snapped out of her haze as Garnet and V entered the loading bay, Garnet tapping loudly against the side of his tankard with a spoon to get the crows to quieten down.

“Well, howdy folks! Thank y’all for coming on down for our little celebration today! She needs no introduction but could we put our hands together again for our champion, Seeth! We got another round of drinks and food coming, the best pastries on this side of the triad! Please all help yourselves, but leave some for me! Or I’ll toss all your contracts!”

The room erupted into applause and laughter again, but Seeth remained quiet. She stared across the room at V, who must have noticed something was wrong, because she quickly elbowed Garnet in his side, and whispered something in his ear.

“A-hem! Seeth, could you, and maybe Tora, come back with me to fetch more kegs? They’re mighty heavy, and I need the strong girls on the case! My back ain’t what it used to be!”

His words were like water on a raging fire; they did little more than hiss against the flames, but they hissed nonetheless. A break was much needed.

Thank you, V.

Seeth made her way back to the main door with Tora close behind her, and Tivy, who had somehow stayed on Tora’s shoulder as she tackled the Controller. They followed Garnet and V through the crowd, and into the peace of the corridor.

“Saw that look in your eyes, peach. Looked like y’all needed a break.” V said softly.

“Thanks, V. I find crowds… hard sometimes.”

Seeth stopped to catch her breath, staring out through the horizontal glass panel that ran the length of the corridor. It wasn’t a particularly interesting view out there, but the stretching silence and peace of the cosmos out there was infinitely more comforting than the pull of the corruption in here.

“It’s okay hun, take your time.” V nodded, understandingly.

If only you did understand, V.

The cool glass felt refreshing against the palm of her hand. But as her tongue flickered out from between her teeth, tasting the air, the different scents of the food, of the guests, her thoughts riled once again, and her eyes landed on Tora.

She’s a Mark… And she offered, before. Maybe I should take her up on it? I just need some relief.

Tora was immediately beginning to blush under Seeth’s gaze. She reached up for Tivy, to place her down in the floor, but as she raised her arms, her top lifted, and Seeth immediately noticed a peak of a fresh tattoo, nestled over her abs. It almost looked like a fist.

*****

A disgruntled exo-miner realizes that his life has hit a rut. He came to Persei-4 on a mining gig looking for excitement, but all he found upon arrival was a dull, dreary, dead-end job. Craving adventure, he becomes one with nature (more or less) when he meets a native. By the end of the day … he’s a trailblazer.

Author’s note: Months ago I made the decision to pull this story from Literotica, but I’m reversing that decision now, and it will not be made again. It’s here to stay.

Tags: sci fi, science fiction, alien, fur, tail, oral, vaginal, first-person narration, informal narration

*****

“Come work on Persei-4. Explore a new world. Be a trailblazer.”

I should have known it was bullshit. I’m not exploring anything at the bottom of this mine. I’m just sweating my ass off, tearing chunks of yttrium-heavy titanite off the walls.

Ramsey the Trailblazer … it has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

But I’m no fucking trailblazer. Not down here. I’m just another working stiff.

I know what you’re thinking. “Why not just quit? You’re not a slave. If you hate it so much, just leave. Put in your notice, and quit.” Well, it’s not that simple. I signed a contract, and it might as well have been signed in my own blood. I’m here for the full ten months, plain and simple. That starship that brought us here? It’s not leaving the ground, not until the end of the year. I’m in this for the long haul.

I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, but this is one of the worst. Okay, to be fair, I knew this was a mining job going in. Everyone here did. I guess … I guess I just thought it’d be more, too.

But I’m done bitching. It’s the end of my shift, and I’m getting the hell out of here.

I make my way through the main cavern. The guys give me a nod as I pass them by on the scaffolds, and I give them all a nod back. We don’t bother trying to talk — the booming of the plasma picks drowns out everything else. Pop-pop-pop, like gunshots, but more hollow and more ear-shattering. You can work with plasma all your life, but you’ll never get used to the sound. And damn is it loud. I can barely hear my own breath crackling through my respirator.

After ducking under a few breaches in the bedrock, I’m back at the lift, a massive piece of shining-chrome machinery that’s probably worth more than I am. The lift wobbles as I step onto it, enough to make me question the worn sticker on the railing that reads: “6,000 KILOGRAMS.” I press my thumb into the little upwards-pointing arrow and brace myself as the hydraulics kick into gear with a wrenching whine. The lift shoots upwards, quick enough to buckle my knees and make my gut jump. A lesson you learn on your first day: don’t use the lift on a full stomach.

The lift brings me up to ground level in an instant, into a little room walled with plastic sheets, thick enough that you can’t see through. At the front wall stands a circular, mechanical door that protrudes outwards. I pull down the nearby release lever, prompting the door’s airtight seal to suck open, and step outside.

Spend long enough in that mine and it’s like a cold shock coming back topside. Massive, thick-trunked trees soar up hundreds of feet into the air, and the blue sky shines down only through the little cracks in the overhead foliage. The forest is a sea of green: flower-laden bushes and leafy ferns line the side of the path, and the grass is thick and lush beneath me. It’s a different world up here. Down there, in that mine, you get this overwhelming sense of dread and despair. Nothing but rocks, dust, and sweat. But up here? Everything feels alive.

I pluck out my earplugs and put them in my pocket. I press down on the two buttons on each side of my respirator, and it detaches into my hand with a pressurized hiss. I close my eyes and draw a long, deep breath, taking in the scent of the forest.

Fuck. I should’ve been a botanist.

It’s a short trek back to camp, but I take my time, admiring the sights, sounds, and smells of the forest. The bright blues of the flowers, the grass crunching beneath my feet, the scent of honey hanging in the air. I’ve never been much of a ‘nature guy,’ but this place … I don’t know. There’s something about it. I think, at some point in our lives, we all get this sense that we’re bigger than we are, we get caught up in things we think matter but really fucking don’t. I sure as hell have. But when you stand here, in this forest, on this planet, you realize how small you really are. You get humbled. It’s a good feeling. It’s a real feeling.

You’d think I’d be a bit nervous walking alone out here, with just this plasma pick to protect me, but the only animals I’ve seen out here are harmless. Spiderfrogs, four-eyed forest mice, critters like that. And I still haven’t even gotten a glimpse of the local NHO’s, the Near-Human Organisms. Shit, what was their Latin name again? ‘Viridi-caudam’ something. The guys just call them ‘greentails.’ We were showed pictures of them in the seminar. Two güneşli escort legs, two arms, one head, two eyes. Standard humanoid traits. The green fur and the monkey tail, that’s the crazy shit. But, outside of those photos, none of the guys have seen one. The greentails don’t come near the camp or the mine, and I don’t blame them. I don’t want to be here either.

‘Amator!’ That’s the last bit of the Latin. Viridi-caudam amator. No clue what ‘amator’ means, though. Your guess is as good as mine.

A few minutes pass and, sadly, base camp comes into view, a vast, sprawling complex of off-white buildings, all stamped down in a clearing that was carved out of the woodland without any shit given, without the slightest concern for anything and everything that once called this spot their home.

Protocol says to drop the plasma picks off at Engineering right after a shift, but, see, the problem there is that it would postpone my afternoon nap. Not happening.

I make my way to Residential, a section of camp made up of these things called ‘cubbies’ — Mark II AvariCorp Cubbies. Sterile-white, one-floor flats that can fold into a fraction of their full size, making them cheap to ship from one planet to another. But even at full size, they leave a lot to be desired. Just two rooms and one storage closet, and even that’s making them sound bigger than they are. I guess I should probably just be thankful I don’t have a bunkmate … no, that’s bullshit. The Mark II is the cheapest cubby Avari makes. They just didn’t want to shell out a few extra bucks for our comfort. If it doesn’t make you noticeably more productive, it doesn’t get paid for. It’s all about the money. Always has been, always will be. If you thought the discovery of tachyons and faster-than-light travel would change that, well, I’ve got bad news for you.

‘D11,’ that’s my cubby. My ‘home away from home.’ I throw open the door, keep it propped open with one leg, and heave the plasma pick inside. Just for good measure, I kneel by the pick and pop out the fusion cell, a still-warm cube that’s small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. I set the cell up on an empty shelf — a shelf that, were this anyone else’s cubby, would probably have pictures of friends and family. You know, it’s funny … looking at this cubby of mine, you’d probably think nobody lives here. And, I guess, in a way, you’d be right.

I slip off my headlamp and toss it and my respirator aside, but when I turn back to the door, I notice something I didn’t notice earlier. Flecks of dirt mark the floor, making trails from the door, through this room, and into my bedroom. None of that dirt was there when I left this morning. Something’s been in here, recently. I must’ve forgotten to close the damn door all the way shut, and now some fucking woodland critter made a mess out of this place. Lovely.

I step into my bedroom, and fucking hell is it a disaster in here. Something a lot bigger than a forest mouse did this. The drawers of my dresser are all thrown open, and my clothes are strewn about the room. Looking at the mess, a sense of dread strikes when a thought comes to me. My boxers. I dash towards the dresser, fall on my knees, and rifle through the bottom drawer. They’re fucking gone. My lucky boxers are gone.

Yeah, I know, “Lucky boxers?” But hear me out. It’s the real deal. Back on Earth, every single time I went out on the town wearing those things, I got laid. Every single time, two years straight. No joke. That shit had powers, man. And now they’re gone.

Or maybe not. I hear the storage closet’s door swing open in the other room, and a flurry of footsteps follow it. The thief is still here. I shoot up onto my feet and dash out of the room, only to find the closet and front door both swinging on their hinges. I’ve got to stay on their heels. I sprint outside, and look from side to side. Nobody. I look down at the dirt and see another fresh set of prints, leading from the door, off to the side, and down the thin alleyway between my cubby and the next one over. Standing at the alley now, I see the thief’s already out of view. Slippery bastard moves fast. The alley’s a tight fit, but I think if I just strafe … like this … and straighten my shoulders … like this … I can … yes, I’m doing it. I’ve never been more thankful for being a skinny fuck.

Out behind the cubbies now, I catch a glimpse of the thief in the corner of my eye, and see a fleeting image, of … green. Green. That wasn’t one of the guys. This isn’t some dumb prank. That was a native. A greentail.

And I’m going after it.

Now, again, I know what you’re thinking. “Turn around. You’re on a foreign planet. You’re unarmed. Stay in your camp. There’s a thousand different ways you could die out there, most of which are very painful.” I realize all this, I do. But, honestly, this isn’t even about the boxers anymore.

Maybe it’s just the unending monotony of this job, or the monotony of my life in general … but I can’t stop mahmutbey escort myself. I have to go after it. I’m not suicidal. I just … I want to look past the curtain. I want to do something, something crazy, something that’ll shock these dead nerves, start a beat in this cold heart. What kind of life is it where the only things you did were things you knew you’d do?

Even if this’ll be the last thing I ever do … at least I’ll have done something.

I’m dashing through the bush now, keeping my arms up and forward, jamming my eyes shut. I use my hands to ward off the thorns, giving my arms a dozen shallow, bloodless nicks in the process. Fuck, this is thick. I start to think that this bush won’t ever end, that I’ll be swimming in these shrubs for the rest of my life, when suddenly it gives way and I stumble forward, falling on my hands and knees.

I push myself up, back onto my feet, and pluck out the little needle-sharp thorns from my shirt. Fuck that bush. I think I’ll take the long way home when I head back.

I’ve never been in this part of the forest before. There’s no path here. The forest floor is just an ocean of low-standing ferns, and the trees, damn, there’s hundreds of them. Everything just looks the same. I don’t even want to think about how easily I could get lost out here.

I hear a twig snap off to my side. I turn quickly, but I don’t see any movement. I trudge forward through the ferns, raising my feet high with every step, careful not to trip on any roots. Then, another sound, a rustling, just off to my left. I turn again, and, behind a tree, I catch a glimpse of a face just before it ducks back. I saw it. It knows I saw it.

“Hello?” I call out, trying to sound as non-threatening as possible.

A moment passes. A long moment. Then, slowly, it peers out again — no, she peers out. The full lips, the dimples in her furry cheeks, the sloped, button nose, it’s all very feminine, all very … human. But her eyes, those aren’t human, not by a long shot. They’re narrow and bright gold, with slit pupils that go razor-thin when the sun hits them. Tucked behind her pointed, soft-looking ears, I can see her mane of long, gently-blue hair. It’s a bit wiry and frizzy, but there’s not a spot of dirt in it. She’s well-groomed.

She meets my eyes and watches me for a long while, waiting for me to act. But I don’t act. I don’t do anything. I stand where I am, still as a statue, letting her assess the situation at her own pace. Eventually, she puts a hand to the tree just by her face, and gently eases away from it, bringing her whole body to view. She’s got a lean, athletic build to her, and stands a few inches shorter than me, with a flat stomach, toned legs, and a gap between her thighs. Her hair-mane is longer than I thought, too. Thick, unruly locks of blue hair fall far down her shoulders, down to the small of her back. A long, short-haired tail, covered in the same green fur as the rest of her, swishes around behind her. At her waist is a crude leather belt that carries a few pouches, a waterskin, and, surprise surprise, my lucky boxers. But, aside from that belt, she’s as nude as the day as she was born. Her two breasts are perky and well-rounded, not too large, but stunning all the same, with two blue, pointed nipples poking out from beneath her green fur. At her crotch, a thick tuft of fur hides her labia from view.

Doing my best not to stare at her nudity, my eyes are drawn to the pair of boxers hanging over her belt. I raise my arm and point to them. “Those, uh … those are mine,” I mumble meekly.

Her eyes follow my finger down to her waist, to the boxers, and she tugs them out from her belt. For a moment I think she’s going to bring them to me, but instead she just raises them up to her nose and takes a deep whiff. Huh. She likes my scent.

She tucks my boxers back under her belt and starts towards me, slowly, keeping both of her eyes locked to mine. She wades through the woodland brush effortlessly, and a second later she’s standing before me, no more than a foot away. She tilts her head curiously and looks me over, top to bottom. She leans forward and puts her nose just inches from the underside of my chin, and I can feel her shallow breaths against my neck as she takes in my scent.

“Nice to meet you too,” I laugh awkwardly. “The name’s Ramsey.”

She ignores me. No surprise there.

“What about you?” I ask her as she puts a hand to my chin. “You got a name?”

She doesn’t answer. She’s too busy smelling and petting me, nuzzling my chin with her hand, gently raking her fingers over my scruffy stubble. She likes the feel of it. I knew it would pay off not to shave.

If she doesn’t have a name, I’ll have to give her one, for both our sakes. She deserves me calling her something other than ‘sexy green-furred alien woman.’ But where to start? Let’s use the Latin. “What about Viri?'” I ask. “What do you think of that?” Again, she doesn’t answer me. ‘Viri’ it is.

I jolt in shock arnavutköy escort when Viri puts a hand to my crotch, getting a good feel of my bursting erection, leaving no mistake to her as to how hard I am. Did I forget to mention I was hard? Yeah, it’s kind of difficult not to be. Viri peers up at me, her lips widening into a toothy smirk, baring her teeth. She’s got about twice as many fanged teeth as I do, and they look quite a bit sharper than mine. With her hand on my bulge, I can’t decide if that devilish grin of hers is unsettling or arousing. I’m going with both.

Viri breaks away from me and snatches one of the pouches from her belt. She reaches two fingers into it and takes out a pinch of what looks to be a fine, pink powder. She throws back her head and pours the powder onto her tongue.

“What’s that? Is that, like, candy or—”

Viri grabs me and pulls me into her, putting her lips to mine, taking me into an open kiss. She pushes her tongue into my mouth, and right away, I notice the barbs on it. Hundreds of soft, short little needles on the flat of her blue tongue. Viri wrestles my tongue down with hers, lapping at it, battering it aggressively, until both our tongues are layered with that powder.

When she’s finished, she draws back, just as quick as she threw herself at me, and she studies me, looking for some reaction out of me. I smack my lips a bit as the taste of the powder sinks it. It’s overwhelmingly sweet, like some sort of powdered syrup. It dissolves on my tongue after just a few seconds, but the taste still holds. It wasn’t half bad. Viri’s one hell of a kisser too, and that’s got to be the first time I’ve had candy tongued into my mouth. Hopefully it won’t be the last.

An ice-cold shiver shoots up my back, tensing my shoulders. Then comes a gentle warmth, a wave of euphoria that has my eyes drooping, until another electric current rushing up my spine snaps them wide open.

Oh, fuck. That stuff wasn’t candy.

The colors are changing. The green of the ferns and grass shift to a bright pink, to a neon purple, and back to green again. The gold of Viri’s eyes shift to a rosy red, to a warm orange, and then back to gold. The wind was wisping the leaves of the trees one way, but now I could swear they’re moving the other. Now, I’ve been real fucked up before, don’t get me wrong, but this … this is something else. My breath is unsteady, the hairs of my neck are standing on end, the corners of my vision are blurring, and the world is spinning, and spinning, and spinning.

I’m on the ground. I don’t even remember falling. Viri’s grabbing my wrists, pulling me up by my arms. She puts me up on my feet, but they’re numb, and I start falling again. Viri catches me before I drop, and she raises me up again, leaning me against her shoulder. She’s a lot stronger than she looks. She keeps me upright and walks us through the woodland, in the opposite direction of camp. I don’t put much thought into where we’re going — not that I could if I wanted to. And, shit, as long as Viri and I are going there together, I don’t care where ‘there’ is.

I slip my hand from her shoulder down to her tight ass, and give her cheeks a few good squeezes. Judging by the way her tail wraps gently around my groping arm, Viri doesn’t seem to mind.

We’re standing at the foot of an immensely thick tree now, at the base of a series of wooden planks driven into the trunk that form a spiral staircase. Viri ushers me up the steps one foot at a time, slow and easy, careful not to let me fall. A hundred steps later — or maybe a thousand, I’m not counting — we’ve ascended partway up to the top, and she takes me in through a crevice, a thin doorway, into a spacious hollow in the tree. Her home. It must’ve taken her years to carve this out. Or maybe her ancestors did it. I don’t fucking know. My mind feels like a swamp, with every thought lurching back and forth in a slogging crawl.

Viri eases me down on a thick bed leaves, down onto my back. She doesn’t waste any time. She grabs my shirt and pulls it off first, then, smartly, she unfastens my belt before then tugging down my pants. My dick flops free, standing hard and stiff like a flagpole. Viri’s quick to slip off her own belt and throw it aside, not that it made her any less nude to begin with. She gets down on her knees beside me, tail swishing happily behind her, and puts a soft, furry hand around the base of my cock. She wets her lips and shoots me a quick, lustful glare before leaning down. She stops just over the tip, and sighs a hot breath over my prick.

On cue, a thick, clear dollop of precum leaks from the slit of my cock, and Viri’s eyes light up at the sight of it. She laps it up with one long lick, brushing the soft barbs of her tongue along my crown, making me shiver and clench. She rears back and smacks her lips a few times, savoring my foreign taste. Then, she drools a long, thick strand of spit over my cock, and sinks back down. She pushes her puckered lips just past the head, suckling it tightly. She tickles the slit of my crown with her tongue, drawing a gasp from me as she tries to take my seed straight from the tap. Viri puts a tender hand to my balls and cradles them, kneading them gently, coaxing out a few more drops of pre, which she slurps up happily. She’s bobbing her head down my whole length now, slobbering over my prick from base to tip.

Gateway 5 — Kesrin — The Sapphire Well

It was still early morning when he reached the Sapphire Well. Dry, as usual, in the summer heat. Deserted, too, also as usual, which was why he’d chosen it. The ring stood there, mysterious, unknown, made of some substance beyond the knowledge of man or mage. Untouched by time, unchanged in his lifetime, and Sanzar was in his seventh decade. The stuff of myth and legend in Prince Alnar’s realm, impervious to anything man-made.

He eased himself from the saddle, wincing, for he did little riding now, and hitched the gelding to the ring beside the empty bowl. He unslung the water-skin from behind the saddle and poured some into the bowl for the horse to drink, patting its neck as it bent to the water.

Sanzar reached into the saddle-bag and took out the artefact, then made his way towards the ring. He looked down at the object in his hand, then at the ring, at the small offset panel at about a man’s chest height. The object was the same size and shape as the depression in the panel. He fought the sefaköy escort rising excitement and the conviction that, at last, he’d found the key. He forced himself to step away and consider. The ring was as it always had been. A ring. Big enough for three men to ride through abreast, slender enough for a man – a boy, even – to step through without touching it. Many had, usually in the wet season when the Sapphire Well held water instead of sand. Now, in the dry heat of summer, no-one came. Which was, of course, why he’d chosen to come now. If he made a fool of himself, he preferred to do it without witnesses.

He moved away from the ring and sat down, thinking. The old tales that men told of the ring were of magic and mystery, of a gateway to the stars. To a mage as skilled and experienced as Sanzar, tales of magic were scorned, for his tests had revealed no magic, active or inert, in the ring or its surroundings. Nor was there any evidence in the artefact he’d found after slow and careful searching florya escort through the archives, once Prince Alnar had been persuaded to give him access. That too showed no trace of magic.

His latest invention was in his saddlebag, and he withdrew it. Simple, a box, with a glass lens on one side. The other side detachable, with the facility to attach a photo-sensitive plate, for Sanzar had discovered how to record images. Slightly fuzzy images, true, but recognisable as what they were. He reached into the saddle bag again, and took out a recording plate, setting it ready for use. From behind the saddle he took a metal trivet, usually used to suspend a cooking pot over a fire, which he’d modified to support his image recorder. He set it before the ring, about ten paces away, knowing that would be far enough for his device to record an image of the whole ring, and mounted the recorder in place, testing that it was mounted firmly.

Now for the ring, now to see if his suspicions were atakent escort correct, to see if the — artefact — would have any effect. He pushed it into the matching recess, holding his breath.

Nothing.

He stared at it for a moment, disappointed more than he’d expected, but then cursed himself for a fool. If it was a key, then he should try to operate it like a key. He should turn it. He reached out a hand that, despite his will, trembled a little and turned the artefact to the right, holding his breath. A hum, felt more than heard, came from the ring and he began to smile, then gasped aloud, staggering back, dumbfounded, staring at the ring before him.

Where before there had only been a view of the desert floor beyond the ring, now there was a new image. Gone was the sun-scorched desert of mid-morning; gone was the continuity of the surroundings; gone indeed was his normally calm demeanour, for he felt an excitement swelling in him. Could the stories be true? Was this a link to far places? Surely it must be, because no longer did the ring show the desert. No more, for what Sanzar could see now in the mid-morning desert sunshine was no desert. It was instead the velvet black of a moonless night, and the image before him showed countless stars.

* * * * *

Only a short piece, this time, but it sets the scene ready for the actions of the Andromeda team.