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“Let me pass, Cesar,” I told the skinny boy.

“I can’t, Noa. Timoteo ordered that we don’t allow you to get close to Brais.” He was trying to look secure in his words but his sweaty hands and elusive eyes showed he was afraid of me. I approached his ear.

“I want you to imagine the worst thing Tim could do to you,” I whispered. “And now I want you to multiply twenty times.” I grabbed his forearm and squeezed it.

He knelt. “Noa please, he doesn’t wanna see you either.”

I let him free and carried on my path. “This isn’t true.”

Brais was in the high part of the hill. He had spent most of his time as a human form on the hill near one of the circle’s cavern entrances. I wasn’t sure what he did this time. Asshole Tim didn’t let me see him from the incident of the first day and I was tired of waiting. I saw him resting on the grass with his eyes closed and taking deep breaths. He seemed calm.

“Brais, my love.” His face changed immediately when he heard my voice. “I’m sorry it took so long to come see you.”

He gave a look of hate and started to undress taking off his t-shirt. I couldn’t help but admire his toned torso.

“You don’t have to say sorry for that.” Hearing his voice again almost made me cry with happiness. “I wish not to see you again in what remains of my life, now fuck off!”

His words hurt in a way that I don’t know words could hurt. He continued undressing while tears started to flow from my eyes.

“You cannot be serious. You said you loved me.”

He was unemotional before my suffering. Never was he able to close his heart in this way. He was one of the most sympathetic people that I had known in my life.

“I said. For this reason, I’m here, being your prisoner, a prisoner of a promise which I should never have made. I’m going.” He undresses completely and heads to the forest. I grabbed his wrist.

“This wasn’t my plan,” I said with tears in my eyes.

He looked into my eyes. “Did Tim force you to chain me?”

“Not, but…” I slurred.

He looked just behind me ignoring my presence. “Cesar, I will be here in an hour. Tell Tim it’s not necessary to send another search team.” He broke free easily from my grip, changed into an eagle, and flew away.

Cesar approached me “Are you…” He stopped before my murderous look. I wiped my tears and headed to my room in the caverns. The next hour could be summarized as me yelling and breaking furniture and blankets. Not a healthy reaction, but compared to my teenage years, a great step forward. Between the clothes that I was spreading and tearing in my angry attack, I found the miniskirt. The fucking miniskirt that I dressed when I met him. The anger turned into sadness. I sat down on the floor and I started to cry remembering our past.

I had met him at a party, well something similar. I had changed packs two or three weeks before. My childhood had been complicated, my spirit had woken up too aggressive, and for this reason, I had ended up in Juan’s pack.

Juan was one of the most experienced alpha in our circle, we had his territory on a secluded mountain and although territory wasn’t important among the rest of the packs, it was important for him. Although no one wanted to say it, Juan’s pack was a kind of prison, without barracks but its objective was similar. Reeducate problematic elements. And, I was one of them.

But, I was finally ready and I could join a new pack to live a more normal life. I was eighteen and joining a typical pack with an old alpha sounded boring. I was near to joining Tim’s pack at the first moment but a conversation with the leader of the circle made it clear to me escort bayan şirinevler that it wasn’t a good idea. Then, I knew Beatriz Dowling, a red-head twenty-five-years-old alpha. She was spectacular, and most of its members were young girls like me.

However, the beginning wasn’t as good as I expected. I was the aggressive rookie and I couldn’t stand most of those girls, the feeling was mutual.

Then, the party. There was a dive, A chá do lobo, when serving liquor for druids, the problem is that it was fucking far from everything and we had to use a car to go. This means that someone had not to drink and I was the rookie. Car duty for me. It wasn’t a problem at first because I had been texting with a sexy beta of another pack and we were going to meet, and likely fuck at the party.

However, my good mood and my desire for fun disappeared soon. It took a while to find him. He was kissing another girl. My alpha, Beatriz, approached me. I guess it was pretty clear my anger.

“Are you okay?” She asked while I was resisting my desire to break the neck of the guy.

“Yes,” I grumbled. “Can I drink something strong?”

“I’m sorry, we have already drunk something.”

“Great,” I muttered.

“It is a private room without music and calmer than here on the second floor. If you need to, I can send someone with you. I see you are a little tense.”

“No, it’s okay. I prefer to be alone.”

I headed to the private room. I climbed the stairs and arrive in a small room with soft lights and a balcony from which you could see the dance floor and the fucking asshole with his new chick.

My spirit took over me and I kicked a metallic bin which crashed into the ceiling and fell on a sofa.

“Ouch!” I heard from the sofa.

“Shit, are you okay?”

There was the moment I met Brais. He was lying on the sofa watching something on his phone until a psycho threw a trash bin at him. My guilt reduced my anger. I apologized and he took the situation incredibly well. If it had been the other way around, I would have broken his leg.

We started a small talk. He was nice and smiling. I felt comfortable with him. He wasn’t like most of the druids I knew of his age.

“I have to ask, why are you here? I mean why aren’t you enjoying the party?” I asked.

“I’m not in the mood to bear my pack. My alpha wants to find someone to…” he blushed a little. “Nothing.” He looked away trying to avoid my eyes.

“C’mon, tell me.”

“You promise if I tell you, you won’t say a word about it.” He glanced intensively and in a funny way like he was trying to read my soul or something.

I couldn’t help but laugh and he gave a smile like he was achieving his objective. “I promise,” I said, putting my hand on my heart.

“I think you are trustworthy. Okay, summarize the awkward story. I fell in love with my alpha when I was sixteen, an actual high fall. He rejected me of course.”

“It isn’t awkward,” I got up and headed to the balcony to see my date on the dance floor. “Awkward is when you think that someone is in love with you because of some message.”

He approached me. “No, it is. He is a jerk, non-exclusivity is spoken first. But the way, the truly awkward is when he…” Brais pointed directly to a muscle guy who was making out with my alpha Beatriz. “Search for someone to have sex with me.”

“Wait, what?” I said between laughs.

“Yes, he said that he doesn’t want to bear my spirit going crazy due to my hornyness.”

“Ohh, are you of these kinds?” I teased him.

“Nooot,” he shouted. “I have a normal level bahçeşehir escort of hornyness, and my spirit is docile.” He was all blushing.

“What a pity, because I don’t have a normal one,” I grinned at him.

“I said a normal, I wanna say a high normal or maybe a high…” I stopped him with a kiss. I dominated his mouth with my tongue. He didn’t seem to have a problem with this. “What if we go outside to get some fresh air?” he asked.

I smile at him. “Great idea Brais! I was starting to get wet because of how hot this room is.” He gulped and followed me down the stairs.

I have to admit that the first time I saw him I didn’t like him, too much twink for me. But after two hours of a nice conversation, and my hornyness on fire from before arriving at the bar, I had changed my mind into a ‘why not’. I was horny, he was horny, I was a sexy goddess, and he was sexy and a little cute.

We use a side exit to arrive at the back part of the bar. I pushed him against the wall and started to kiss him again. He wasn’t so passive this time, he took control of the kiss sometimes. He was more or less of my height of 1,76 meters and our lips met easily again and again.

I didn’t waste time and I touched his ass, it was round and firm and I could help but grab it, which caused a moan from him. I was imagining how much I was going to enjoy taking his virginity. I took the keys of the car from a pocket of my leather jacket and the light of the car some meters away flickered.

“A minivan?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Well, we have a lot of members of my pack. You know we need a lot of space in the back.”

“We have the opposite problem in mine.”

I approached his ear and whispered. “Then, It’s better if I show you.”

I took him to the car by hand. He took the initiative and French kissed me and touched my crotch with his soft hands. I had had some fear of him being too passive. I like the men who enter the game, and fortunately, he was doing it although it was his first time.

“Can I be at the top?”

I couldn’t help but smirk at his question. “Okay, show me what you have.”

He opened the back door and he let me fall gently while he kissed my neck. His lips felt amazing on my skin. He started to down and unbutton my blouse pretty quickly. I raised my back to take off my bra but almost immediately, he took it off for me. I was surprised about his skills but at this moment I couldn’t reach a logical conclusion.

He used his right to lean on the headboard and not let his weight fall on me, although seeing his skinny body that wouldn’t be a big problem. With his left hand, he stroke my left tig and his tongue sucked my hard right nipple.

“Stronger,” I said, biting my lower lip. He obeyed and squeezed it until my skin had the mark of his hand over it. Shit that felt amazing although, after almost ten minutes, my nipples started to be too sensitive.

He stopped licking and his mouth approached my ear. “What if I go down?”

I grabbed him by his short and tight curly hair and kissed him. “I think it’s an excellent idea, Brais,” I said between deep breaths.

He didn’t waste the opportunity and kissed every inch of my skin until it arrived at my waist. He lifted my miniskirt and kissed my groin each time closer to my vagina, which was wet expecting him.

I couldn’t see him because his head was under my skirt. For this reason, I didn’t expect him introducing his tongue without removing the thong. I could feel the softness of the fabric at the same time as the warmness and wetness of his tongue. My legs shook başakşehir escort lightly, I guess he noticed because he kept doing it. Introducing his tongue as deep as the tanga allowed.

“More deep,” I yelled.

I felt his tongue pressing and the tanga’s waistband snugly fit me until we heard a small sound of fabric ripping. I had never thought until that moment that the superhuman strength of druids also affects our tongues.

He raised his head and his hand with the frayed tongue

“I think I owe you a new one,” he said with a clear proud smile on his lips. “I am going to give you an advance.” He began to gently massage my clitoris with his right thumb. At that moment, I realized that I had misunderstood his sexual experience and it was impossible he would be a virgin.

I couldn’t help but moan while he looked into my eyes with his calm light brown eyes. I’m not sure if he was fucking me more with his eyes or with his hand. “I can’t wait any more. I want the complete payment right now,” I said with strong moans.

“Your wishes are…”

“Right now,” I yelled.

He lowered his head under my skirt and then started the best oral of my life until that moment. He used his tongue to massage my lips with a circular movement, my body responded to each one of his movements. When I was wet or more like flooded, he introduced his finger and he hit the perfect point on his first try.

“Yes, damn, just there,” I yelled and moaned so high that not even the bar’s music at full volume could hide it. He was driving me crazy like no one in my life. I had only had similar levels of pleasure by myself and thinking that it was another person who I barely knew was unleashing my lust.

After minutes of pure pleasure, he initiated a more aggressive approach, licking and sucking my clitoris, and at the same time he was fingering my g-spot. Pleasure shivers ran through my entire body. I squeezed my breasts while I climaxed and heavily squirted.

I started to catch my breath, my body was exhausted after he made me cum. I was determined to fucking him completely and showing him my skills. However, when I opened my eyes, I saw a drunk and astonished Nina looking at us through a window.

“What are you doing?” Nina’s untimely appearance surprised Brias, who fell back. I closed my shirt and lowered my miniskirt.

“Hell, what are you doing?” I shouted to her.

She approached the back part of the car where Brais was getting up.

“Ohh, I see.” She smirked at Brais who tried to hide the tanga which was in his hand. “The alpha fought with another alpha. We have been looking for you for ten minutes. I called you but I guess you were very busy.”

I buttoned my shirt and got out of the car. “Okay. I go in a minute. Go ahead!”

“I don’t have a problem to wait for you,” she said laughing.

“Go now!” I yelled and she went ahead.

“Girls, the rookie has scored,” she shouted when he was almost at the front door of the bar. I looked at Brais who was a little blushed. I don’t know if it was because of the sex or the gotcha situation after.

“Well, I should go,” Brais said.

I couldn’t help but feel pity. It wasn’t enough, I wanted more.

“I should either,” I made a forced smile and he turned around to go. “But,”

“Yes.” He turned to me.

“Well, that we can repeat this, without exclusivity of course,” I smirked and gave him my phone.

He smiled back and took the phone. “Without exclusivity of course,” he said while noting down his phone number. He gave me the phone back and when our hands met, he pulled me towards him and kissed me passionately. I had to admit that the little twink knew how to do two or three awesome tricks with his mount. Someone started shouting for him.

“Now I really should go,” he said.

“Me too.”

He had turned around and had left. Although I had heard Mina call me again, I had stayed just there looking at his ass. I was determined to bite that round and firm ass of him as soon as possible.

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This was literally Kelly’s last chance in the programme. She was nineteen and had not yet even been pregnant, let alone given birth. At this age, most of her peers had already birthed at least two live young and were busily gestating their third. To say that Kelly was lagging behind was an understatement.

Her local reproductive health advocate was unable to provide any plausible explanation either. Kelly had undergone menarche at twelve and a half, had an extraordinarily regular cycle and came from a family of prodigiously breeding females. By the age of nineteen, both her mother and grandmother were pregnant with baby number three and even her younger sisters were already pregnant with their first and second offspring respectively.

Kelly fidgeted nervously as she awaited judgement.

“So, I see that you had reached the recommended weight and height by around fifteen and a half?” the advocate asked rhetorically scanning Kelly’s file.

“OK, and so you had your first impregnation attempt in your school clinic at age sixteen.” the advocate continued.

“And you’ve had how many? What seventeen?” the advocate asked.

“Yes, seventeen.” Kelly confirmed.

“Seventeen impregnation attempts to date.” the advocate said nodding.

“Correct.” Kelly confirmed meekly.

“And no miscarriages? You know, a missed cycle for a month or two before a crampy restart?” the advocate asked.

“No, nothing like that.” Kelly replied.

“And it appears that on the whole, your family also has a very high fecundity index.” the advocate added.

“Yes.” Kelly mumbled.

“Well, if it wasn’t for your family’s high FI, we’d probably have reached a dead end, however, I think that we should try you with a traditional super breeder.” the advocate advised.

“A super breeder?” Kelly repeated.

“Yes, a man with a very high traditional impregnation success rate, specialising in natural conception methods.” the advocate explained.

“Oh, I see. What’s a ‘natural conception method’?” Kelly replied.

“Well you know how when a female is ready to conceive, she goes the local fertility clinic and they impregnate her with sperm from storage?” the advocate asked.

“Yes, and the RHA injects sperm directly into her uterus through her vagina. They’ve done that countess times for me already.” Kelly replied.

“Exactly. Well that’s not the only way to make a baby you see. Long ago, before the dark times, people made babies in a different manner.” the advocate said.

Kelly drew in a sharp breath and asked, “You don’t actually mean….”

“I’m afraid I do, but I’m surprised that you know about that.” the advocate replied.

“Yes, a school friend told me about it once.” Kelly said.

“Have you seen it?” the advocate asked in shock.

“No, and I’m a little confused. My friend said that the male’s penis gets long and hard and he sticks it inside the female’s vagina. Sort of like what you do during an impregnation appointment.” Kelly stated.

“That’s right.” the advocate said with a nod of her head.

“So a male is going to, um, really? Um, put his penis inside my vagina?” Kelly asked.

“I’m afraid so.” the advocate confirmed.

“Surely there’s another way.” Kelly asked, almost begging.

“I’m afraid not Kelly. You’re nineteen! Standard methods of conception have not worked with you, this is very literally the last step before you are declared legally barren.” the advocate stated.

“Legally barren!” Kelly exclaimed.

“I have no choice Kelly, it’s the law.” the advocate explained sadly.

These days, to be declared ‘legally barren’ was not quite the death sentence that it used to be. Society had advanced to the point where it had started to accept that some females were just not fertile and would be unable to contribute directly to the repopulation effort.

At first, the families of the LBs saw it as their patriotic duty to eliminate them, to remove the unproductive drain on resources, and the source of shame, from their midst. It was later discovered that, with sufficient preparation, LBs could be induced to lactate, allowing the fertile women to return to reproduction earlier than normal whilst the LBs fed the young. This saved many LBs from elimination, but turned them into an unofficial lower caste.

*** Three and a half weeks later ***

Dennis walked over to his desk and logged into his computer so that he could check his appointments for the day. He was relieved to see that there were only three. He could manage four sometimes, but two or three was his productivity sweet spot. The first one was a nineteen year old LB candidate. The next was a thirty seven year old that had not been able to reproduce for three years and the final one for the day was a semi-regular, a twenty nine year old that only ever seemed to conceive successfully with him so she had travelled for today’s session.

The dark times started without great fanfare. It was thought that people were having smaller families because of increasing education and access to healthcare, etcetera. It wasn’t for quite escort bayan bahçelievler some time that it was determined that male fertility levels were plummeting around the globe. About twenty to thirty percent of females were affected too, but it was mostly males. The population decline rapidly turned into a crash.

Initially, it seemed that males still produced apparently healthy, motile sperm. Unfortunately, those sperm were simply unable to fertilise an ovum. As things progressed further, impacted males encountered erectile issues. Now, if a male was unable to have an erection by the age of about ten, there was a 99.974 percent chance that he would be infertile and was destined to a life of menial toil.

Dennis’ office was reasonably well-appointed. He had a good sized desk with a visitor’s chair. Although most of his work was computer-based, he still had some personal effects like a photograph of his family, some pens and pencils and a small bowl of mints.

He also had his own ensuite with toilet, sink and shower as well as a comfortable reading chair in the corner complete with an overhead lamp. An examination table was next to the main door and on the other side was a raised double bed.

Dennis looked at the first appointment on his list and then to the clock just before a gentle knock sounded on his door.

“Come in!” Dennis called from behind his desk.

His door opened slightly before an older woman stuck her head through the small opening and asked, “Are you ready for your first appointment Dennis?”

“Yes thanks Ruth. Send her in.” Dennis replied cheerfully.

As Ruth’s head disappeared, Dennis’ door closed once more. Not wanting to scare the young first‑timer, Dennis stood, put on his robe and made sure that it was fastened securely. He took one step towards his door before he registered what was an almost imperceptible knock. Taking another three steps towards the door, Dennis leaned forward and opened it.

Once his door was fully open, he was greeted with a sight that he’d seen many times before. A terrified young lady, wearing a robe very similar to his, almost hyperventilating, eyes wide open, filled with dread an uncertainty. Dennis gave her a big friendly smile, extended his hand and said, “Hello, come in. I’m S107, but you can call me Dennis!”

Without making eye contact, the young lady took Dennis’ offered hand, shook it and said simply “Kelly.”

“Pleased to meet you Kelly. Have a seat.” Dennis said as he stood aside pointing towards the visitor’s chair in his office.

Once Kelly had entered the room, Dennis switched on the ‘Session in Progress’ sign, closed the door and then headed over to his desk and took his seat opposite Kelly.

“I know that you are nervous Kelly, but please try to relax. I’m here to help you. Here please, have a mint.” Dennis said in a reassuring voice as he offered Kelly a small bowl of confectionery items.

“OK, thanks.” Kelly replied reaching for a mint before putting it in her mouth.

“Why don’t you give me a bit of background Kelly?” Dennis asked.

“It’s very embarrassing.” Kelly replied timidly.

“I assure you Kelly, I’ve heard this many times and I’m simply here to help.” Dennis responded in a soothing tone.

“Well, um, I’m nineteen and I haven’t had a baby yet.” Kelly said without making eye contact.

“I see, go on.” Dennis said empathetically.

“My mother and grandmother have had lots of babies. Even my two younger sisters have started having babies too. Just not me.” Kelly said finally looking up in exasperation.

“Well I’m going to do my very best to help remedy that situation with you today. OK?” Dennis said.

“OK, thanks.” Kelly responded.

“Now, I need to ask you a few more questions before we get started. Is that OK?” Dennis asked.

“Yes, OK.” Kelly responded.

“Have you been following the pre-impregnation diet that your RHA prescribed?” Dennis enquired.

“Yes. To the letter.” Kelly replied.

“Good, and you and your RHA have been tracking your cycle and you’re due to be ovulating today. Is that correct?” Dennis asked as he looked from his screen and back to Kelly.

“Yes, that’s right.” Kelly replied.

“And you’ve been using the vaginal expanders and the internal stimulators that your RHA provided you with?” Dennis continued.

“Yes.” Kelly responded.

“What gauge did you reach on the expander?” Dennis enquired.

“Fifteen.” Kelly said nodding.

“OK, fifteen’s good, I can work with fifteen.” Dennis said as he made notes into his computer.

Looking Kelly directly in the eyes, Dennis asked, “Did you like the internal stimulators?”

Kelly blushed immediately just thinking about them but did not say a word.

“No need to answer.” Dennis started before continuing, “I can tell by your reaction that everything went well in that area. I’m told that the feeling that they generate is far better than masturbation alone.”

Kelly just smiled and nodded.

“OK then Kelly, so you know that escort bayan kayaşehir you’re here today so that I can impregnate you, right?” Dennis asked.

“Yes.” Kelly responded.

“And you know that entails me putting my penis into your vagina and releasing my sperm inside you?” Dennis continued.

“Yes, that’s right.” Kelly said adding, “The RHA talked me through all of the details.”

“Well the actual details of how a natural insemination works can be somewhat different to the theoretical details that the RHA provided.” Dennis explained.

“How so?” Kelly replied.

“Well, for example, did you know that we would both be naked?” Dennis asked.

“Naked? No clothes naked?” Kelly asked.

“That’s right. It’s not like a clinic impregnation where you can just scrunch your panties to one side and be done in a few minutes. No, the natural process is a bit more complicated and involves a lot of skin-on-skin contact between you and I.” Dennis explained.

“Mmm, I see.” Kelly replied.

“Have you ever seen a man naked?” Dennis asked.

“Only in pictures.” Kelly replied.

“OK then. If you’re fine with it, I’m going to stand up now and remove my robe so that you can see me naked. Is that OK?” Dennis explained.

Kelly gulped noticeable and simply said, “OK”.

Dennis was not a prude, is job was impregnating women after all. Throughout his career, he had been naked in front of literally thousands of women and them in front of him. However, he could not help but sometimes pick up on the nervousness of his client, the type of nervousness that Kelly was currently exuding prolifically.

“Ready?” Dennis asked.

“Ready.” Kelly replied.

“OK then.” Dennis said as he stood and made his way to Kelly’s side of the desk.

Standing about a metre and a half from Kelly, Dennis unfastened the waste tie, opened his robe so that Kelly could see him naked before he slipped the robe back over his shoulders allowing it to fall onto the floor behind him.

“You OK?” Dennis asked.

“Yep.” Kelly answered tersely.

Dennis took hold of his penis with one hand and said, “So Kelly, this is my penis.” as he pointed with the other hand.

“Yes.” Kelly replied.

“This area between my body and near the end is called the shaft. This piece of skin over the end is called the foreskin.” Dennis paused as saw Kelly nod.

Peeling back his foreskin, Dennis continued and said, “The tip is called the ‘glans’, but most people just call it the head. See how it’s sort of pointy?” Dennis asked.

“Yes.” Kelly said.

“Well that’s to help it enter your vagina more easily.” Dennis said.

“OK.” Kelly said as she nodded.

“And this hole at the very end,” Dennis said orienting his penis to face her directly, “is were my sperm will come out once my penis is inside you.”

“That little hole on the end?” Kelly asked.

“Yes. My sperm will spurt out of this little hole in several small gushes and be trapped inside your vagina, hopefully making you pregnant.” Dennis explained.

“Will it hurt?” Kelly asked.

“Well, some women may find it a bit awkward the first time, but with the vaginal expanders we found that this is now very rare. Also, remember the effects that the internal stimulators had?” Dennis asked.

“Yes.” Kelly replied.

“Well towards the end, you should get a feeling similar to that. Only much more intensely.” Dennis said.

“OK.” Kelly said nodding.

Pointing lower, Dennis added, “Just to complete the tour: This is my scrotum, it contains my testes where my sperm is produced.”

“OK, but why is your penis still floppy. Shouldn’t it be hard by how?” Kelly asked.

“You are right, it needs to be hard before I can put it inside you and release my sperm. However, I’ll need your help to make it hard. Will you help me Kelly?” Dennis asked.

“What can I do?” Kelly asked.

“Well, to start with, you can stand up and take your robe off too.” Dennis explained.

“You mean I need to be naked too now?” Kelly enquired.

“Yes. The sight of your naked body, plus some other things, will help my penis to get hard so that I can impregnate you.” Dennis said.

“Mmm, OK.” Kelly said as she stood.

Kelly had been naked plenty of times before, with her family, with her friends, at the beach, in the swimming pool. She’d never, however, been naked in front of a fully grown, mature man. Lots of younger boys before they matured, but never in front of a man.

“It’s natural to be nervous.” Dennis said in a reassuring voice.

Turning her back to Dennis, Kelly fiddled with her robe for some time, obviously having difficulty with the knot.

“Can I help you with that?” Dennis asked.

“Um, no, um, thanks. I’ve got it now.” Kelly announced as she finally untied the pesky knot.

Dennis watched from behind as Kelly finally opened her robe and then quickly closed it again.

“This is embarrassing.” Kelly said in frustration.

“That’s understandable. This is new territory for escort türbanlı you and there is bound to be some apprehension. However, you can’t let your fears distract you from your end goal: Proving to society that you are a valuable, fertile woman who can contribute to rebuilding our population.” Dennis explained.

That was what she needed, a swift metaphorical kick in the arse, a reminder of what was at stake. Kelly took in a deep breath and removed her robe quickly, tossing it onto her chair beside her. Taking a few more moments to compose herself, Kelly finally turned to face Dennis, naked as the day that she was born.

“Wow, your body is sublime Kelly.” Dennis said.

“No.” Kelly replied is a disbelieving tone covering her face briefly with her hands.

“Honestly Kelly. I’ve seen thousands of women naked as part of my job and your body is simply stunning. Top five percent, easily.” Dennis said reassuringly.

“No, you’re just saying that.” Kelly said with just a hint of a nervous giggle lowering her hands.

“Kelly, listen. Your breasts are firm and full and clearly very capable of feeding an infant when the time arises. Your waist is slender and your hips are of perfect childbearing proportions. And your pubic hair, just look at how thick and luxurious your pubic hair is Kelly. Just divine.” Dennis replied.

“Really? You like my pubic hair?” Kelly asked unselfconsciously running her fingers through the think layer of hair.

“Yes, really.” Dennis said honestly.

“I was going to shave it all off this morning, but I didn’t have time. I was told that removing pubic hair increases your chances of conceiving.” Kelly said looking directly at Dennis for the first time.

“Utter nonsense.” Dennis replied.

“What?” Kelly asked.

“Utter nonsense. It doesn’t make the slightest bit of difference to your chances of becoming pregnant.” Dennis responded.

“Really?” Kelly continued.

“Actually, my personal successful impregnation rate for women with pubic hair is slightly higher than for women without pubic hair.” Dennis added nodding his head informatively.

Whilst not exactly scripted, these sorts of comments had been compiled over the years by traditional impregnation practitioners as a way to put first‑timers at ease. It wasn’t technically required for the client to be at ease for the impregnation to be effective. However, it made for a more satisfying and relaxing experience for the client. As Kelly looked at him and flashed a big smile, he could see that she was becoming less anxious.

“So when does it get hard?” Kelly asked pointing at Dennis’ penis.

“Well, this is where you can help.” Dennis replied.

“What do you need me to do?” Kelly asked.

“You can start by touching it, exploring my penis and scrotum with your hands.” Dennis said.

“And that will make it get hard?” Kelly asked.

“It will make it start to become harder, yes.” Dennis replied as he took half a step towards Kelly.

To her credit, Kelly stood her ground and did not step back. As Dennis approached she asked, “Just touch it?”

“That’s right. Just touch it.” Dennis replied.

“Anywhere?” Kelly asked taking half a step forward.

“Anywhere you like.” Dennis replied.

Kelly held her arm out and extended her forefinger. Taking another half step closer, she touched the tip of Dennis’ penis, ran her finger along the top of his shaft towards his body and then back down to the tip before returning her arm to her side.

“Was that the first time that you’ve touched a penis?” Dennis asked.

“No. My mother’s had a few sons and when they were younger, I often helped her bathe and dry them.” Kelly replied.

“OK, that’s not quite the same thing though. I assume that mine was the first adult penis that you’ve touched?” Dennis clarified.

Dennis knew that he could make his penis erect without too much effort and that having the client assist with the process was not actually necessary. As with the compliments that he had paid Kelly a few moments ago, years of practising the art of impregnation had shown better outcomes when the client was an active participant rather than just a passive receiver.

“That’s right. Yours is the first.” Kelly answered.

“Well, what do you think?” Dennis enquired.

“It was softer than I expected.” Kelly said.

“Softer?” Dennis asked.

“Yes, I don’t know why, but I expected the skin to be harder, maybe rougher.” Kelly explained.

“Well, why don’t you just explore it at your own pace for a while? Hold it in your hands and get a feel for it?” Dennis suggested.

“OK.” Kelly said as she extended both arms.

Kelly took the tip of Dennis’ penis in one hand and held it up towards his naval. With her other hand, Kelly reached down and felt around Dennis’ scrotum asking, “So your sperm is made in here?”

“That’s right. If you squeeze it a little harder with your fingers, you’ll be able to feel my two testes inside. They are what actually produce my sperm.” Dennis explained patiently.

Dennis didn’t start out as a ‘super breeder’. In spite of the name, the services provided by a super breeder extend way beyond simple insemination. After completing puberty, Dennis became a standard donor. Standard donors make about four sperm donations per day that are then used to impregnate women in clinics. SDs normally live with their female relatives who are paid a handsome subsidy to help support them.

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Mere hours before the siege on Eden occurred.

He was almost there. The colossus Atum could taste the building energies before him. The Five moon transition offering new flavors for the Gas Giant to absorb even within his hardened shell that was once Malcolm Brand. Delicious. So close he would run if this body would allow it. In this forms massive size its weight bogged him down. Regardless his every step was nearly a mile. So massive that the very ground he steps upon shivers. His quest would soon be over. If not for a delay.

Circling him flew a starship in the dimensions of an Egyptian pyramid. One very old. One that mere days before held Atum prisoner. A prison that was damaged a bit by his departure. A Soul Cell as the craft was called. A tomb for the voyage toward the afterlife. Unlike those silly longboats found buried with Pharaoh’s. This was certainly after and in this colossal body he never felt more alive.

“My Son.” Atum echoes through telepathic wavelengths. Within the pyramid gravitating before his gigantic eyeball sat his son Osiris. Noble in appearance now that the golden apples had made him more powerful. Reinvigorating his youth. An apple that fuels Atum as well through purging Malcolm Brand from his own body. His gaseous form inhabiting it, using it for mobility.

“Father…end this quest before you destroy this world.”

“Destroy My Son? I will forge this world into a home worthy of Myself.”

“At the cost of all life upon it.”

“We as Gods should not care of such petty things as those that were created insignificant.”

“The Creator is here on what he called Earth.”

“What he has called Heart. For a Creator of all that is he is ever the Romantic.”

“He conceived us out of love. We merely overlooked it until he led me to my own Mate.”

“Speak not to me of family. I am above you all.”

“Only because the Creator did not offer you a shell. Life you still live Father.”

“As a Son you were made of my energies, yet do not stand in my way. Not even you would I spare should you attempt to keep me from my destiny.”

“Of course not Father. We are all dead. Merely souls without a living shell. All save I.”

“You are more like me than you recognize Osiris. You steal to survive. Your mate, your offspring. Surely they despise you for using them.”

“I will make it up to them Father.”

“How would you do such a thing? Unless…you intend to reach the Mountain before me and draw upon it’s substance. To which I will not allow it.”

“Strike not Father. The Mountain is yours. If I might persuade you just a morsel of it’s power to fuel myself and my starship I will be on my way.”

“A liar knows a liar My Son. Leave me while I am being sentimental. Linger and I will destroy you. Your future will go unnoticed.”

“Mere paradoxes will not undo our legacies. As long as I live my reign will have many followers.”

“Yet you do not live. You are a shell with a mix of stolen life. Others keep you in this immortal realm. Leeching off me if you could still. This I will never allow again. Begone worthless Son.”

A mighty hand eases the Pyramid aside rather than trying to destroy it. Osiris had mentally guided it to his Father’s left side just in case Atum should change his mind. In his veering the once powerful Ruler of Egyptian lore is surprised by a newcomer in the game. Slamming like a pigeon against solid glass a winged man finds himself contorted by the impact. His cheek smashed against the shield of the Bridge. Easing off in a screeching sound Osiris sat forward on his throne.

“Horus?”

Uncertain if he was still alive after the collision Osiris draws the man inside the Pyramid with a thin tractor beam. Once within he was brought to his throne by a mechanical device resembling a magic carpet of thin metal, resting Horus at his feet until coming to. Sitting up the secondary Cameron Scott shook his head of the ringing in his ears. Adjusting the leather hood he had claimed from the tomb of the original Horus, Cam looks up.

“Sup Daddio?”

“Why are you here? To claim my real Son’s soul once more? As your sister has joined with the woman Sabbath Black.”

“Wait a sec…Sabbath rejoined with Koko?”

“Khonsu.”

“Right Connie Sue. Wow! What made her decide to do that? I thought the souls refused to claim another’s body.”

“To save this world that we will one day rule again a pact was made. The multiple moons are in full force. By this time tomorrow either my Father will destroy all life so that he may live or we will have beaten him back to secure our futures. I am certain my true son knows what must be done. No longer will his Mother’s selfishness lead to sympathetic reason. Atum will remove our timelines. We will have never existed.”

“So stop this Atum Bomb.”

“It is not that simple Horus. Within his new body he is nigh indestructible. We must find a way to remove him from the body of your friend.”

“Not my friend. My other self’s Buddy though. Don’t ask. Not in the mood knowing escort bayan beykent we only have a day to live.”

“Less than a day.”

“Rub it in why don’tcha.”

“Unite with my Son Horus. Become a powerful God.”

“Strong enough to kick this Atum’s ass?”

“Well…no. But if we work as one.”

“Only me and Sabbath if I agree to that? Odds still suck. I like being me. Still getting used to that even. Having one brother is enough. Even if we’re not brothers. Same person. Damn I hate explaining that crap.”

“Should we survive this perhaps I can resolve your identity crisis.”

“Resolve? Not if you get him to join with Bra.”

“Ra.”

“That’s what I said.”

“You called him Bra.”

“Right Brother Ra. Bra.”

“You test my patience.”

“Sorry about that. Must be my nerves looking out at a giant bigger than the mountain ranges. Do you even have a plan here?”

“A family united was my first plan. You have seen how that played out. They resent my abuse of them to remain alive.”

“Are you alive?”

“In a sense. The apple has energized my long dead cells. My soul still resides feeding upon the apple. My body has managed to survive although quite deteriorated. By using the souls of my family, that cannot pass beyond this world I have at least avoided crumbling to dust.”

“Unlike a few of your kids. I should know.”

“You need not remind me of their physical passing. Some clung to life longer than others. As I have said their souls remain. Bond with Horus Cameron Scott the second. Breath new life into my son. He within you will aid us in defeated Atum.”

“He wasn’t so happy to be Me before. I could tell.”

“No man nor God wishes to be in another’s shell. To survive we must adapt.”

“I’m not interested in being used Daddio.”

“Perhaps a temporary home? You and he may decide the terms. If we cannot set aside our differences the Creator’s realm will pass. Atum will feed off of this planet until it is gone.”

“Starting with actual life and souls?”

“Indeed.”

“Sabbath and Connie Sue made their deal temporary?”

“They have an arrangement yes.”

“Why can’t this Pyramid ship just leave Earth and go somewhere safer?”

“My descendants have made certain we remain here on Pangaea to perish. I do not believe they thought our tombs would be desecrated. My remaining alive of a sort has challenged their hopes. To leave this world entirely we must work as one.”

“Not sure I get why they chose to trap you at the beginning of time to begin with. Why do that?”

“Their lack of knowledge brought them to conclude that we would lay here buried, unnoticed by future generations of humankind. At the beginning of time itself life was not supposed to be more than protoplasm and single celled organisms. None understood Time was its own entity. Thousands of humans have populated this world. I believe most of them to be under the control of one man.”

“The Dorsey dude.” Horus never once asked how they could abuse Time Travel in the first place. He probably should have.

“Yes. The Immortal. He who challenged God by offending him in abusing his son.”

“Jesus, right. Wait! Whoaaaa! He was that soldier that stabbed Jesus on the cross? The one God said would have to live until the End Times?” He only knew the story because he shared the long memories of Cameron the First.

“The same.”

“Mind blown.” Cam/ Horus shakes his head embracing the idea. He wondered if the others knew this yet. Having been separated from them he wasn’t certain of anything. He would ask Sabbath if they survived the day. For now he makes a fateful decision.

“Point me back toward the tomb of Horus. He and I need to have a powwow.”

The hand of Osiris guides him on his way.

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Celestial City…atop a recently completed tower that was built atop the great Black Mountain. One reaching the clouds.

“The view is magnificent.” Lucas Dorsey extends his arms to his side, “I can feel the vibrations growing. The Moons are nearly in total alignment. Once reaching their perfected state I can absorb the powers within the Mountain. God will then find me more than a challenge.” He pauses to laugh, “This is so rich. God here to witness my takeover. Best Man at my wedding without even knowing who he is. Things could not go any better.”

A cleared throat behind Dorsey just had to interrupt him.

“If it’s not urgent you better have wings.”

“Forgive me Lord Dorsey. Your oracles vision has come to pass. If you would look out over the mountains?” A Vizier guides him with his own prompted arm.

Stepping to the other end of the towers circular floor plan he gazes out over the world. Eyes bulging at the site of the colossus approaching. In his greed Lucas Dorsey had been preoccupied with the tower, his bride, his unborn child, dealing with the capture of Jack Ramse, and recently God himself.

“Send escort özbek every fighter ship we have and blow that bastard to bits.”

“Yes Lord Dorsey. As you say.” The Vizier sends a messenger below deck. It was a long journey down. In its construction the tech was barely evident. Thus no elevator. Dorsey the Immortal was hardly even winded. Unlike others.

Below the Great Tower amid the cluster of starships called Celestial City…

“Easy Ladies.” Jack Ramses whispered as they marched along, led by the Hordakian Soldier Tuskorog. Each of Jack’s Angel allies mystically cloaked to appear as Hordakians in bad shape after their war on Circe Island. A tedious illusion cast by Circe herself at Jack’s side.

“Hurry. Shelter is around the corner. I must take Jack Ramse into custody quickly or we will be noticed.” Tuskorog confided.

“Right.” Jack looks about him able to see who was who among the leftover Angels without the illusion hampering his own perception. Locating his choice Jack calls out, “Kariloa was it?”

A Pacific Islander in appearance Kariloa acknowledges with a shared eye contact, “Yes Oh Lord?”

“Your ring allows you to withstand pain correct?”

“Among other traits that speak out to me. Yes. Bless you Lord for offering it to this lowly one.”

“Enough of the lowly one talk. We’re equals here. I need you to portray me in lockup. The guards and hopefully Dorsey will believe you’re me.” He turns to Circe, “You’re certain your illusions can cast long range?”

“Relax Jack I will do my part. They will never see her as herself. Their perception will not even notice that she is a woman when touched. No small feat I might add. They will only see a wounded Jack Ramse.”

“What about her wings? If they start feeling around there’s no disguising them.”

“You did not feel them as you made love to them did you?”

“At one point I did. The illusion was pretty realistic but not full proof.”

“My Lord?” Kariloa steps out of formation, “Remove my wings. I will sacrifice myself to your mission.”

“Noble move Kariloa. I understand you will not even feel them being removed but that doesn’t mean I need to ruin your life.”

“There might be a solution Jack Ramse.” Tuskorog intervenes removing something from his pocket, “I have been tasked with keeping the Commander’s ring safe until he returns.”

“S’Lopp gave you the ring I gave him?”

“He did. Our people here are important. He felt the need to secure their safety first and foremost. He instructed me to use it if necessary to keep our people from harm.”

“A good Leader your man S’Lopp. Okay, cleave Kariloa’s wings and we can grow them back later. Thank you for your decision Kariloa. I swear to you I will come get you as soon as I can. Do not say anything. Just endure and give us time to infiltrate the City, get to Dorsey himself and destroy his tower.” Looking up he gulps, “That’s one big tower.”

Hordakians instructed to surround Kariloa sever her wings to which they will use to flaunt as the Butchers of Angels should they be questioned. Souvenirs of their battle won. Kariloa did not even flinch at their removal. Blood clotting instantly over their scars. Illusion recast Circe introduces Jack to Jack. The true Jack Ramse was shocked by the doppelganger.

“Not bad. Good luck Kariloa. Stay strong.”

Before leaving the Angel known as Grace alias Seraph places a palm on her sisters shoulder. Kariloa nods to her with a look of “I shall not fail.” As instructed Hordakian soldiers took Kariloa/Jack toward the imprisonment center.

“Let’s find that shelter Tuskorog.”

“This way.”

They would bide their time.

The Royal Quarters of Lucas Dorsey…

Princess Kym’Ani sat at a golden mirror, behind her a handmaiden brushing her hair. Given freedom of an uncontrolled mind the handmaiden, a short brown haired woman in her 20’s performs her duties in a more intimate manner.

“Your hair is lovely My future Queen.”

“My race is known for their silky locks. Even as your race calls us Lizards we share similar traits. What is your name Maiden?”

“Rebecca. I’m from Wisconsin.”

“I am familiar with the land known as Wisconsin. My studies on your world is quite extensive. From what time period do you hail?”

“I got lost in 1948 Ma’am.”

“I see. How long have you been stranded here in Pangaea?”

“Four years if I’m calculating right. A prisoner here for three of those.” Rebecca sighs eying Kym’Ani’s belly, “I miss my Belinda. I gave birth to her a year before I went missing. I pray every day that she grew up with good parents.”

“You have a daughter?”

“Yes Ma’am. Her Daddy ran off to join the Army. I didn’t even let him know he had a daughter. My folks died in a fire. There was nobody left to care for Belinda. Maybe Mrs. Jenkins took her in. She was my babysitter. I had to go to work being the only provider for Belinda and I.”

“I…am sorry for your loss.”

“You must be really escort bayan yenibosna excited. Getting close to the blessed day?”

“Blessed? To an unholy Father? Hardly.”

Rebecca frets turning pale, “I hope Lord Dorsey ain’t eavesdropping?”

“Let him. I care not. This will not go as he wishes it too.”

“Please Princess…the less I know the less I won’t be able to harm you with.”

“Harm me? Ah, yes. You attempt to show your concern for me. You need not.”

“It’s in my nature…human nature to care about others Ma’am. Even those not born of this world.”

“Interesting. I am afraid my experiences with Humans has been very little outside of my studies. Those that I have encountered have been quite unkind.”

“Meaning Lord Dorsey. He isn’t a very nice man.”

“Not remotely close. A power hungry butcher at best.” As silence overtakes the two they hear something unexpected.

“Where Daaa? Mahma?”

Eyes bulge as both women turn to find a sweet baby boy sitting on the Royal bed looking at them. Kym’Ani rises to her swollen feet nudging Rebecca aside.

“How is this possible?” Kym’Ani looks all around her then from ceiling to floor, “Is this some mirage of yours Lucas?” The Princess eases toward her bed sitting down on the edge daring to reach out for the Baby. Palm extended toward Jimmy Jack Ramse he leans forward and slaps it with a very vocal, “High five.” Rebecca holds a hand over her mouth to conceal her shock. The illusion was real. Watching the Baby crawl into Kym’Ani’s hands left both women speechless. Within her lap Jimmy Jack pats Kym’Ani’s belly and looks up at her, “Ser’Ena?”

“What did you say?” The Princess ponders just how this little man could possibly know the name she had decided upon to call her child. Trying her best not to reveal her inner most thoughts for fear of Dorsey knowing she was not carrying his son but instead a daughter.

“You’re having a baby girl?” Rebecca drops her jaw.

“You must not tell Lucas. He will kill our baby once he knows the truth.”

“I…I’ll try not to Ma’am. Once he controls my mind I’m not sure what he will force me to say. I don’t want to hurt you Ma’am. I…” Rebecca knew her destiny at that very instant. Turning away from Kym’Ani she marches out on to the Royal Balcony. Looking over the edge at the many thousands of feet below Rebecca turns and blows Kym’Ani a kiss before climbing over and hurling herself to her death. The Princess found the girls honor to be noble. For a human.

“Where go?” Jimmy Jack looks at the balcony.

“A better place child. I will say a prayer for her soul. Should it alone survive.” Kym’Ani takes a deep breath, “Who are you little one?”

“JAMES!” He blurts out proudly.

“Hello James. How did you get here?”

“Hide go seek.”

“What…is that?”

Jimmy vanishes in a blink leaving her stunned and breathless. She then hears giggling under her bed. Leaving the mattress she drops awkwardly to the floor and locates Jimmy. He crawls back into her arms.

“Oh my! You are quite an anomaly. How could you know…Ser’Ena?”

“Ser’Ena!” He points out the balcony toward the distant mountains. Struggling to regain her footing she walks out toward the balcony not once looking down for Rebecca’s body. Again Jimmy Jack points, “Ser’Ena.” Awestruck Kym’Ani did not know what to make of things. Firstly, she needed to hide this baby before Lucas came back. It would take all of her own limited telepathy to ward his intrusion off. Luckily he loved her enough not to question her too harshly. An emotion she certainly did not share.

“You must go little one.” Thoughts consume her as she swiftly returns to her bureau and finds her concealed diary. Removing a page she scribbles down a note. Jimmy wanted to draw wasn’t helping her. Regardless her note finished she takes a ribbon and ties the tiny scroll to Jimmy’s arm. Stepping back outside she points, “No hide. Seek Ser’Ena.”

Giggling the precious little Boy was gone. Kym’Ani enjoyed the breeze holding her belly. Eyes sealed she blows a kiss toward the wind. With a tender smile she opts to blow another kiss toward the ground below.

“Thank you Rebecca. You will be missed.”

Earth orbit…

“Think Milo think. Use noggin.”

Pounding at his temple the alien Grey known as Milo Greyson leans on the ledge onlooking Earth as it switches locations. He was now overlooking what would one day be Central America. In his plight he feels a shuddering vibration that opens his eyes. To his shock he discovers something unexpected, “Those not five moons. Those five Earths. How Milo not notice this before? MEMO not reflect images to Lost Horizon all these years. This…something new. Eeeep! Milo need Snickers bar.”

Beside him the jar of eyeballs is also privy to the visions. Something shared with their original owner. In his increased tension Milo realizes something.

“Obie you brilliant even for a human.” Looking about him Milo finds a vent panel and uses it as a message board. Manufacturing a hand held welder by stripping wires and feeding off of MEMO’s internal power which absorbed solar energy at a constant rate. After a feverish few minutes to construct his pencil he creates a blowtorch flame and shades his eyes with an arm. Writing carefully on the vent panel the words were simple.

“MILO IN MEMO HELP PLEASE. 20 HOURS OXYGEN LEFT.”

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Long ago, in a part of the world far away and long since forgotten, there was a nation whose name and existence has long since been lost from the books of history. The people of this land existed peacefully with not only nature, but with creatures we think of as mythical in our times, such as pixies, unicorns, dragons and even fairies. While the people and creatures who lived within the land did not enjoy fighting and lived without it, invaders from neighboring nations would come in for their own personal purposes, always evil. Mainly motivated by a combination of inner evil and greed, they were a threat in the land. Fortunately, since these invaders were so few compared to the numbers in the nation, they could be held easily at bay and defeated by a small group of knights who wander the countryside. This is the story of one of those brave knights and how he found love in a most unusual manner.

We find this one knight as he journeys alone across the land. Where he came from, nobody knows. How long he has been in the land is a matter of debate, as it is hard for people to remember the first time they saw him. He was not the picture that many people got in their minds when they heard the word “knight.” He was rather plain looking, tall, with long blond hair and while he had a bit of muscle he was not the strongest in the land. His plain features, along with the fact he dressed in plain clothes the everyday people of the land wore, allowed him to blend seamlessly into the society he traveled among, giving him the perfect camouflage. Who he really was proved to be a mystery too, as anyone he grew close enough would learn that when he came to that land from his faraway home, he had forsaken his former identity and name to become a protector in their land. They all called him by the name he had given himself the first time he crossed the border: Lord Greyfriars.

As he traveled the land, Greyfriars proved effective as a knight. He would defeat every enemy he came across, as many did not realize beneath the cloak he wore was a sword he was quite good with. While he did not face as many enemies and did not have the fanfare of the more popular knights that traveled, he was content with his life; he did what he did not for glory, but to do an effective job. While he wandered across the vast land, he met and befriended many people. He had many friends he would go back and visit from time to time, making sure they stayed safe. This brought him happiness, but he still felt a bit lonely as he traveled alone. His friends were good to him, but he really wanted a companion to travel with him and help him in his quest to do good deeds.

While walking along a secluded road in the country one day, Greyfriars noticed a trail going deep into the dark forest. He did not have anywhere to be, so he decided to indulge his adventurous side and explore the trail. He followed it for some time, stopping often to look at the trees and look for any creatures that may live there. Soon his attention was drawn by rustling in the trees he heard. Deciding to check it out, Greyfriars carefully crept through among the large trees, being careful to have the quietest steps possible. As he listened to the noise, he thought he heard the faint cry of a woman asking for help. He drew his sword, ready to defend whoever was in trouble. He peaked around a large tree trunk and saw that an ogre was grabbing at a tree branch, obviously after something. That something turned out to be someone, as he could hear the cries for help originating from within the large clump of leaves in the branches. Greyfriars stepped out from behind the tree and got into a defensive position with his sword raised.

“Halt,” he yelled to draw the ogre’s attention. The ogre turned and saw the knight standing there with his weapon at the ready. This ogre lacked the courage Lord Greyfriars showed and immediately fled deeper into the forest. Greyfriars listened and when he was satisfied that the ogre really left the area he decided to help whoever was stuck in the tree down. He told the woman up there he was climbing up to help her down. He climbed up and pushed his way through the leaves. He soon saw that it was not just a woman, but within the branches he found a very frightened fairy.

“Do not be frightened my dear,” he assured her. “I am the knight Lord Greyfriars, and I have driven that ogre far from here. He will bother you no more.” Greyfriars held out his hand and the frightened fairy jumped into it. She fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. He climbed down the tree and set her onto a nearby tree stump. He opened his water jar and used his knife to fashion her a temporary cup out of an acorn he picked off a tree. He filled the cup with water and handed it to her. She drank and after a couple refills, she was able to speak to him.

“Thank you brave knight. That ogre meant me harm but you saved me from him and I, Rosepetal Mountainflower, am forever in your service my lord.”

Greyfriars looked over the fairy as she stood up on the stump. He knew that fairies were small and some of the most beautiful creatures within the land he roamed. He could tell this was true with Rosepetal. escort elit Her short blue dress was offset from her tan skin, much tanner than other fairies, and her hair was as pink as the rose petals she must have gotten her name from. He thought carefully of how he would reply to her offer.

“The offer is thoughtful and kind of you, Rosepetal Moutnainflower, but it is not necessary. I drove the ogre away out of duty rather than for reward. You may go about your business, your thanks is enough for me.”

The fairy flew up and approached the knight. “Please allow me to come along with you, my brave savior. I have been lost and separated from my kind for some time. My fairy magic can help you in your journeys and I too wish for adventure.”

After a moment of thought, Greyfriars agreed she could come along with him. If nothing else, he would allow her to travel until he was able to find her family and reunite her with them. He began to walk back towards the road, as Rosepetal flew behind him, her wings flapping with joy as she got to join this brave knight in his journey.

As they left the forest and returned to the road, Lord Greyfriars continued his journey towards the village of Richardian’s Keep. He had friends there and was looking forward to seeing them after a long time. Rosepetal flew behind him, staying close as he walked. She asked many questions of the brave knight who had saved her and he gave short, direct answers. After they had traveled together for the day, both grew weary and ready for a rest. Greyfriars found a campsite that look suitable for him to lay his bedroll on the ground and there was a tree with a knothole that would allow his new fairy companion a safe place to sleep. He built a fire and began to cook a simple stew for their dinner, all while using his crafting skills to make a more permanent bowl for Rosepetal to use. They ate by the fire and began to talk more. Greyfriars opened up more and enjoyed the talk. Soon the night was late and they both turned in for sleep.

In the middle of his slumber, Greyfriars was suddenly awoken by the feeling there was a presence in his camp. The fire had died down but the embers somewhat illuminated the area. There was obvious movement around him but he was unable to make out who or what was in there. The growls he heard next gave away the intruders as a pack of wolves. He reached in the dark for his sword, prepared to fight the beasts despite his limited visibility. As the wolves surrounded him, he knew his chances were slim of victory. Just as the wolves prepared to jump him, the whole camp was illuminated by a bright light. From the light, a booming deep voice told the wolves to flee, which they immediately did in a frightened state. Greyfriars stood in a position to attack this new enemy, but the light soon faded back and there in the middle of where it had been floated the source.

“Rosepetal,” he managed to get out. “Was that you who did that?”

“Why yes it was my brave knight,” she replied. “Just a little bit of my fairy magic to help you deal with those nasty beasts.” With that, she flew back into her shelter and was soon back to sleep. Greyfriars laid back down but did not go back to sleep. He was deep in thought, glad that he had his fairy companion there for help. Maybe after all, she could be a great help for him in his ultimate quest to do the most good.

Greyfriars and Rosepetal journeyed on for some time together, growing to become friends. He fought against many foes and alone was able to take care of most. When needed, however, Rose (as he now knew his fairy companion as) would offer her magic to help him out. There was not a single enemy they could vanquish. Greyfriars did not try to drive Rose away, happy to have the companionship with his permanent companion. As time went on, the friendship soon blossomed into something else, something which Rose could no longer hold in one day.

“Oh, Lord Greyfriars, my beloved knight,” she exclaimed, “I cannot hide my feelings for you another moment. I have found myself unable to fight it, but I have fallen for you completely. I do not resist it as I know it is right. I love you, my brave warrior.”

Greyfriars stood for a moment before offering his reply. Rose felt like he did not share those feelings. She began to feel embarrassed and soon had the urge to start crying. She saw as a smile began to come across Greyfriars’ face.

“Rosie my dear companion,” he said, “I am glad you said that for I did not have the courage to say it first. I have known for some time that I love you as well and feel a burden off my shoulders now that I no longer hold it in.” Relieved, Rosie flew up and landed on his shoulder, nuzzling her head against his chin. Both very happy now, they continued their journey again.

The two were very happy together and their love grew. There was one problem however. Greyfriars was a man and Rosie was a fairy woman. He was almost seven times her size. Both had physical desires for the other, but there was no way for them to fulfill them due to the size difference. Greyfriars saw the look of disappointment in Rosie’s escort moldov face every time she had the desire for them to express their physical love and longed to the both of them to find a way to realize that. They traveled on still, while he was determined to find a way.

On a return trip to Richardian’s Keep, Rosie found her fairy magic was needed to help drive a pack of wolves further from the village. She was very effective at this and Greyfriars knew she could handle it on her own, so he decided to browse the library for something interesting to read. He soon found a potions book that he thought could provide something useful so he sat and read for a while. There were all sorts of potions he could make for everything from healing to strength. Towards the back, there was a section of potions that could be made for use on fairies. He browsed them and saw one called Fairy Pudding. He read the description which said that this allowed a fairy to be temporarily transformed into a human being, size and all. During this time they would lose their powers and other fairy abilities. It did not say how long the effects would last. Greyfriars found a piece of parchment and pen and soon copied the recipe down. He left the library, determined to gather the ingredients and surprise Rosie when she returned.

Many of the ingredients for Fairy Pudding could easily be found in the village market. The needed spices and flavorings were easily found. It was the magical ingredients that would be difficult to find. He wandered the countryside around Richardian’s Keep, finding the hair of a troll and water and sugar mixed by a witch with little problem thanks to a few pieces of gold he had. Soon, he had all his ingredients mixed in the clay pot he would use as the cooker for the pudding. Now came the most difficult step as he had to fire the pot in order to cook the potion. The problem with this however was a wood fire was not effective. To truly make the cooking effective, he had to throw the pot into the flame of a dragon’s breath. This was most dangerous for him, but he was willing to risk it for what lay ahead for him and his beloved Rosie.

Just outside of the village a cave sat where deep within was rumored the lair of a nasty dragon. Greyfriars ventured deep into the cave and the increased heat from within told him the rumors were true. He carefully crept through the cave, formulating his plan to provoke the dragon. In one hand, he held his sword; in the other he held the clay pot with the ingredients, which he had wrapped a chain around with the other end around his wrist. He crept into the dragon’s lair and saw him lying there asleep. He took his position and put his plan into action.

“Evil dragon, awaken and face your destiny at the hands of a true knight.”

The dragon stirred and was awakened to the sight of a man standing there with sword in hand. The beast got up and began to defend its lair. Greyfriars dodged everything the dragon threw at it, waiting for the moment it decided to throw fire at him. When that moment came, Greyfriars threw the clay pot into the flame coming from the dragon’s mouth. Once it was glowing red, he pulled back on the chain and threw the pot into a heavy wool blanket he threw on the floor. Wrapping the pot up and holding it tight he took off running through the cave, dodging the dragon’s defenses. He knew after a certain point the dragon would stop chasing him and he hurried to that place. Several close calls almost cost him his life but he soon passed into daylight as he reentered the forest surrounding the cave. He continued running to be safe but soon realized he had made it out safe and sound. Now he carefully undid the bundle he carried, hoping that his attempts to make this potion were a success.

He carefully opened the still warm pot, and he saw that the potion was a pale yellow color. It also had a distinct flowery scent to it. Based on the recipe he copied, he knew that his attempt had been a success. He sat back in triumph and before long Rosie had returned to him saying he had a surprise for her.

“Rosie my love, I have found a way that you and I may finally express our love in the physical manner we have talked about.”

“My beloved, how is this so? I am a fairy and you are a man. What could we do?”

“Here is the recipe for a potion I have found that could allow you to become a human like me for a while. During that time we would be able to make love like man and woman do.”

Rosie read over the recipe. As she read she saw all Greyfriars had to go through to make the potion. He opened the pot and showed her the Fairy Pudding. She thought the smell was pleasing and she drew closer to the pot.

“My love, how long will the effects of this last? It said it was only temporary.”

“I do not know Rosie and to me it does not matter. It could be a moment only or it could be days or longer. No matter how long it is, I just want to spend the time we have feeling each other’s touch.”

With this, Rosie dipped her hands into the pot and took some of the pudding. She ingested a small amount and waited. Within escort vip a moment, the potion took effect. Before Greyfriars’ eyes, Rosie’s transformation began and he was shocked as he watched the beautiful fairy become an equally beautiful woman.

Right after eating the potion, Roise stated she suddenly felt too heavy to fly and sat down on the edge of a table. Almost as soon as she sat down, her body started to grow. She stayed the same in appearance, the only thing changing was her size. While she grew, her clothes did not. Her dress and shoes were getting tighter on her growing form. Before long, her white shoes split open and fell off in pieces to expose her growing feet. Her blue dress started to tear at the seams and was ripping wide open in the front to expose her growing chest. Soon her tattered clothing fell in several pieces to the floor as Rosie sat there continuing to grow. Once her clothes were off she seemed to be relieved of the pressure they put her under and was genuinely enjoying her growing experience. She rapidly grew to the size of a typical human woman and as soon as her growth stopped her wings disappeared. She stood up for the first time with her new size. Greyfriars looked up and down Rosie’s naked body, taken back by her curves and how she still looked just as beautiful as she had as a fairy. After a couple shaky first steps as a human, Rosie jumped at Greyfriars and wrapped her arms around him tight.

“Oh my beloved knight, it has worked. I am now human and am almost the size of you. We can finally hold each other like man and woman should.”

Greyfriars held Rosie tight and said, “I have wanted to feel this for so long. Holding each other is what I dream about many a night.”

They stood in their embrace for a moment before Greyfriars pushed Rosie’s hair out of her face and they shared their first kiss. Both were instantly aroused and loved the feeling of each other’s lips. Soon Greyfriars stepped back to look again at Rosie’s body, commenting how beautiful she looked. She blushed before offering her reply.

“My love, it is rather lonely being the only one unclothed. Perhaps you should undress so I don’t feel so lonely.” She let out a giggle to show she was being playful. Greyfriars more than readily began to undress and soon the two lovers held each other again, their naked bodies pressed up against one another. They ran their hands up and down each other’s flesh, both getting more aroused by the touch of their beloved. Greyfriars caressed her breasts and bent down to kiss her erect nipples. Rosie moaned at the touch and could not help rubbing her hand between her legs.

She could no longer control the raging lust inside of her and she got down on her knees, taking her lover’s erect cock in her hands. She was impressed by his large size and soon started to stroke it. She began to lick his erection and when he moaned she took him into her mouth. She stayed on her knees, sucking her beloved while she gently squeezed his testicles. Greyfriars ran his hands through her hair and constantly told her how good it felt what she was doing. Soon he could no longer contain himself. He pulled his cock from Rosie’s mouth and picked her up, gently and playfully throwing her on the bed. He spread her legs open and began to use his mouth to pleasure her. She enjoyed the feel of his tongue on her and enjoyed when he stuck it inside of her.

They both were in complete ecstasy when Greyfriars climbed atop Rosie. She knew what was coming next and laid back, allowing him to enter her with his erect penis. Greyfriars began to thrust back and forth slowly, both unable to talk due to their moans of pleasure. He picked up the pace, too enraptured by Rosie’s beauty laying there. The pace picked up, but Greyfriars remained gentle, making sure his lover was well taken care of. Rosie loved every moment of it but soon hungered for something different. With her human size, she was able to push Greyfriars back on the bed. He laid back with his erect cock sticking up, unsure of what was happening. Rosie smiled as she climbed on top of him and positioned herself to where he entered her. She rode him as he laid back, loving the view of the beautiful woman so happy to make love to him. Soon Greyfriars wanted back in control so he pushed her off, bending her over with her lovely ass in the air as he took her from behind. Rosie was screaming with delight and the two basically took turns pushing the other off to take control of the lovemaking. Both enjoyed being on top and being the one the other got on top of.

The stamina the two lovers had was impressive. Greyfriars could hold out longer and since Roise had never been touched by a man she was a ticking time bomb. Before long, Greyfriars could tell she was ready to explode. He stood her up and held her. He played with her wet pussy while kissing her and on his fingers he felt as she had her first massive orgasm. He had to hold her up as her knees gave way and she was ready to collapse. She was unable to talk and began to cry some due to the new emotions she was feeling. After a moment, when she collected herself, and without warning, she got back on her knees and began to suck Greyfriars’ hard cock once again. This time she was a bit more aggressive and squeezed his testicles a bit harder. This made him have an orgasm as she shot a large load of cum into Rosie’s mouth. She swallowed it completely, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue to show her love what she had done.

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They’re Met With a Blanket of Gentle Steam

As the doors open, the hot moisture in the air hides gray marble beneath their clicking dress shoes. Strange sky lights peer through square grated holes in the top of the ceiling fifteen feet about them. Pillars stretch all about in several directions, giving the illusion that any path is the main path and that they rise into a sky they’re unable to see. There are white curtains hanging from the unseen ceiling in between the pillars. Alabaster wash basins are set in between each pillar. There are more statues, this time of women disrobing or naked in pose. The steam is thick enough that they can’t see more than twenty feet in any direction.

Chaménos feels himself becoming hot immediately, sweat building under his suit. Perdita tugs at his collar. The floor is slippery under their dress shoes. Perdita almost slips and falls.

“Why’d you choose this one?” ask Perdita.

“I don’t know. Smells right I guess,” says Chaménos.

“Well, do you smell women down here?”

“Don’t think so. Not yet at least.”

“You know, fuck this. I liked the other hallways better let’s go… Aw… Shit,” says Perdita, turning around.

The door they came through is gone and replaced with an open sauna area in all directions. Pillars are all around them with white-statue goddesses standing among the steam.

“‘Guess that happens around here’,” says Chaménos mockingly.

They both look around for a moment, but only hear the drip of water. The source of the steam is unknown. They listen for any movement but hear none.

“I gotta get out of this thing,” says Perdita. He starts to undo his tie and take off his jacket. Chaménos does the same, but his nose picks up something else. It’s the smell of damp wood and steel. He looks down the aisle of pillars to his right. He begins to walk and Perdita follows.

A red carpet comes into view from the fog. They step onto it and continue to follow. It leads to two roman style chairs placed across from wooden dressers. More ornate washbasins and white statues surround them. Chaménos’ walks up to the dressers and opens them. There are two sets of hangers, but one holds a white jockstrap that leaves very little to the imagination and very open at the back. There are silver clasps near where the hips are to make it very easy to open.

“Are we supposed to wear these?” Perdita asks, holding it up and inspecting it.

“I guess so,” Chaménos says. “Better than wearing this hot thing.”

“Do you think we’ll get our suits back or be stuck in these things?”

Chaménos thinks about their cell phones and feels a pang of anxiety. He looks at the suits they wear and has a feeling that they’ll never see them again.

“I think we’re stuck in many more ways than one,” he says.

Perdita stops and looks at Chaménos for a moment as a silence grows and lingers between them.

“Something about this place is bothering me,” he says.

Chaménos shakes his head and can’t help the scoff of laughter escape his mouth. It echoes across the sauna around them.

“You mean other than the disappearing doors, the portals into impossible rooms, the mob of perfect women who want to sleep with us, and the mere fact that we can’t remember anything before arriving at this god forsaken mansion or why we’re here??”

“Yeah,” says Perdita seriously.

“What is it then?” Chaménos says as he shoves his coat into the closet and begins to change.

“Why are we, as men, important?” he asks.

Chaménos thinks back to what the golden woodland woman said, as if it were already years ago.

*It’s what you have inside you that counts the most.*

Chaménos goes to the obvious answer but tries to search for a deeper meaning. He freezes for a moment trying to think as Perdita begins to undress. His mind blanks at the question.

“I guess at a basic level, life doesn’t go on unless we participate, so to speak.”

“You mean cum in them? Sperm?”

Chaménos feels his comment is too obtuse, but given the circumstances and their isolation in this strange place, he just gives a shirtless shrug.

“Is that all we’ve been reduced to? Our most basic and primal function? Aren’t we more than that?” Perdita asks.

“Are we?”

Both the men look at each other with their hands around their briefs.

They look down at each other’s bulges, then back at each other.

“You first,” says Perdita.

“How ’bout at the same time?” says Chaménos.

—

## They Sit For A While In The Steam

They’re in their white jock straps sitting on the wooden roman seats for a while after they dress. Chaménos looks at his body and can’t ever remember looking or feeling as fit as he does.

His skin is pristine.

His muscles are toned.

Not a hair, not a mole, not even a freckle is on his body.

And he can’t recall if he ever had these features.

But he sits on the bench feeling the warm moist air wrap around escort bayan sarıyer him like a blanket as he softly sweats. The unbearable heat he felt while clothed is no longer there. Instead, he feels comfortable. Relaxed. Loose. And his breathing starts to steady.

Perdita is a specimen himself. His olive skin is smooth and muscles just as taught and firm as his own. The man glistens with sweat, also breathing deep and enjoying a relaxing moment.

Chaménos loses track of time as his mind stays in a blank space, trying to grasp their purpose beyond just seeking this Mistress Lilith. His nakedness, once a bothersome shyness that always seemed to permeate his mind, is no longer there. Being next to Perdita feels comfortable, almost natural.

As he wrestles with his thoughts, a smell fills his nose.

The hunt in him returns as well as the urgency of his unknown purpose to find Mistress Lilith.

He inhales and senses the smell of cold water.

He turns to his left, staring down a row of pillars. Perdita notices him and sits up straight.

“What?” he asks.

They both see movement.

There’s more steam that seems to build around two figures walking toward them. But it looks different.

Two women emerge wearing a cross between a skimpy white toga and spandex type of bathing suits. Chaménos notices how their thick black and beautiful hair sparkles as if full of diamonds.

But then he sees the same sparkle on their skin.

The two women have skin so stark white that it almost looks blue. But on every exposed part of their body, they’re steaming, as if they just walked out of a sauna into the freezing cold. As they walk their sandaled feet across the sauna floor and get closer, they smile at both him and Perdita.

One walks up to each of them, and Chaménos finds himself both mystified, impressed, and horny all at once.

There’s frost on their skin.

And through the steam that comes off their body and falls toward the ground, he connects with piercing blue eyes outlined with white and blue eyeliner. She smiles as if she’s been excited about seeing him for her entire life.

They both kneel in front of them at the same time.

Without a word, the one in front of Chaménos reaches out to his hand.

She’s cold to the touch.

Chaménos smells ice with the swirling coolness in his sinuses.

He feels a sense of warm calm and cooling relief at the same time.

The ice servants caress their hands and up their arms, grazing their palms all over their bare skin. Their cooling touch against the thick steam and heat makes Chaménos dizzy with sensation.

Then, after his body has been touched over almost every exposed surface by the ice servant, she takes both of his hands in hers and has him rise. They lead them down the same path that they appeared into the haze of steam.

—

## They Walk With the Ice Servants

No more than twenty feet of walking do they come to a greek archway flanked with silver Ionic pillars that glisten like flowing water. The steamy hall has walls with mosaics of gray and soft white with recesses holding marble carvings of headstones. As Chaménos walks with his escort, he looks to his right and sees it moving.

He reaches out and feels cool water following silently down the sides of the wall. It gives the illusion that they’re walking through a marriage.

And with their present setting, Chaménos can’t be quite sure if it is or not.

They enter into a greek style bath that is less steamy.

It takes Chaménos’ breath away as he looks around.

The room is a rectangular three leveled room with arches lining the upper floors. More ornate Ionic pillars with inlay patterns of water and mountains line the arches. The dome over the pool sparkles, with parts with fine tapestries and paintings, but with others that look like crystal blue rocks.

The pool is the most impressive. Its milky white texture looks like water, but seems to be thicker and doesn’t produce much of a wave. There are naked women with pristine white skin that almost match the color of the water and glisten just as much. They walk gracefully among each other like moving statues. The calf’s deep water has a layer of steam that populates from their skin that stays ice cold against the damp heat. They carry cloth and place it into fine marble basins scattered throughout the shallow pool. They squeeze them out in one, then walk over and dunk them into others.

Chaménos can smell distinct flavors of olive oil and an earthy perfume that mixes with the steam in such a way as to make its own distinct memory in his mind.

Chaménos is led away to his left by the ice servant while Perdita is taken to his right. She walks him along the hallway next to the pool as they pass several small alcoves that lead to private baths.

She leads him by the hand into one in the middle with the escort azeri grandest archway.

—

## The Private Bath is Pristine

In the center of the smaller room, it has the same three story tall architecture as the bigger bath. A gentle skylight from above illuminates a round gray and white marble table in the center. Marble skins are recessed into the wall, and the spout forth different kinds of liquids similar to the water in the pool, but all of different consistencies.

And a magnificent naked woman lays on her elbow, looking at Chaménos.

The ice servant excuses herself with a bow and walks out as Chaménos tries to compose himself, both trying to bring his jaw back close and to prevent himself from developing a massive erection in the white jockstrap.

Her body is chiseled like a finely sculpted statute. Her breasts are perfect and tight. The swirls of the steam come from both her body and jet black hair that naturally flow down and grace the smooth marble. Chaménos cannot tell if her body is lathered in glitter or natural frost. But what glimmers the most is her ice blue eyes that smile at him into a preserved stance.

His nose tells him he’s on the right track. The smell of olive oil and truffles is intoxicating to him. And it comes from this woman.

“Hello Incubus, I’m Rusalka” the woman says. Her voice sounds as smooth as the water silently coming down the sides of the wall. She comes up on her side more as Chaménos slowly steps toward the round marble table.

“You must be the man Mistress Lillith has talked about,” she continues.

Chaménos fights the trance of relaxation and the succulent water ice nymph in front of him. The last rooms he’s passed through are cloudy in his mind, but he recalls the information he knows and pushes through the haze fog swirling around his head.

“Who is she? Why does it mean that she wants me to ‘work for it’ for what’s inside of me?”

Rusalka’s face changes to one of happy surprise. She comes to the edge of the table, leaning her elbows forward as to press her breasts together. Chaménos cannot help to look more upon her. It makes her google.

“Wow, I’m really impressed. Most incubus can’t even speak at this point. Most are as lost as your friend in the other room,” she says, nodding to a place over his shoulder.

Chaménos feels distracted and can’t help himself.

“Can’t speak? Why?”

“Because,” she says rising. He’s her height and she meets him eye to eye. “Most things at this point can be said without words. Because right now, between us, is what matters.”

She puts both of her cool palms on his smooth chest, and Chaménos feels completely at ease.

So at ease that he becomes hard immediately.

her hands spread out across his chest and massage his shoulders. The sensation of her touch calls him forward instinctively as she stares him in the eyes. She brings him to the table and turns him, then gently guides him down to sit.

The slab of marble is heated, even soft. Chaménos puts his hand on the wet stone and runs his hands over it.

The wetness he feels isn’t the consistency of water, but something thicker.

“Lay down my dear incubus,” she says, taking a hand and placing it behind his head. He allows her to lay him down, getting comfortable in the middle of the slab. Looking up into the swirling skyline above, he becomes mesmerized for a moment by the patterns in the mist of water and how the blinking blue crystals of the unseen dome above him blink like stars.

He feels a round silk towel being placed under his head.

Heat starts to slowly come through the marble beneath his body.

Before his mind slips completely away into the moment, Chaménos gives one last effort to focus.

“What is it inside of us, as men, that this Mistress Lilith wants? Why me? Why Perdita?”

Rusalka comes near his ear. When she whispers, he feels cool air in his ear.

“You are so much more than the sum of your parts. It’s this intangible element that she seeks.”

Chaménos feels relaxed getting somewhat of an answer and almost closes his eyes, seeing only the blue twinkling of light. The thoughts swirl over the answer he receives back into a phrase that he hears over and over in his mind, that he’s heard and felt since being in this place.

—

## Only The Here-And-Now Matters

He hears the sound of wet feet stepping onto the marble slab on which he lays.

When he looks up, Rusalka looks over at him, smiling.

She holds a silver bowl and dips one of her hands into it. As she cups her hands into it, she brings it out over Chaménos’ body. A clear liquid gel drips onto his body. As it does, he notices that it matches his body temperature perfectly. It doesn’t slap down onto him or even makes much of a sound. She dips her hand in again, tracing up his legs, over his chest, and his arms.

She dips her hands in the escort bayan sefaköy bowl once again and allows a good handful to drip down over his cock, now threatening to burst from the white jockstrap he wears.

As the gel coalesces on his body, he feels warm and at home.

He fails to hear the bowl being set down.

But he does feel her soothing touch.

The contrast between her cooling hands and the warm gel mixes together as she spreads it around on him. She straddles him, her perfect hips overing just over his cock that pulses. Chaménos wants nothing more than her to sit down on him and feel himself inside of her. But he slips into a further state of relaxation as her hands start to work into his muscles, massaging him around his neck, then working her way down across his chest.

As her hands leave him, he opens his eyes to look upon her. Rusalka’s torso is arched and shows every groove of her abs as she reaches over to the bowl and gets more of the clear gel behind her. She starts to rub it on her body, keeping eye contact and smiling at Chaménos’ as she does. The gel activates something in her skin, causing the ice crystals patched around her body to start sparkling like the stars in the ceiling. She moans as she runs a hand over her pussy and across her tits. When she does, the glitter and icicles on her body glow in a low pulse that rises and fades. But her blue eyes become a smoldering of glacial blue that makes him lock onto her.

Rusalka leans forward slowly, pressing her chest into his. The glitter on her body pulses as she moans, rubbing herself up his body, then down, over his torso and across his cock and down to his legs. Her body with the gel sends a gentle surge of electricity into him, like a conduit, making his cock grow even larger the more she slides up and down onto him.

Then, her fingers slide down to the clasps on his white jockstrap, and he hears them snap.

His cock rises completely, unimpeded, and she holds her hips right over him at the entrance of her pussy.

She takes a hand and caresses his face, then comes down and kisses him.

Chaménos tastes a sweet velvet perfume that drives his entire body to tense up in a state of arousal that makes him want to thrust his hips forward.

But he doesn’t have to.

Rusalka laces her hands into his as she sits down onto his cock, spreading both her body and her labia. As she does, her entire body lights up again. Chaménos feels a safety in her, at how she handles him, and submits to her as she begins to ride.

She looks at him, her face twisting into expressions of pleasure as she keeps a slow pace, making him feel every inch of her wetness as the gel around them lubricates their touch. Chaménos’ cock throbs with pleasure with every stroke. Everything feels pleasurable and effortless, especially keeping his eyes on the mystical nymph riding him back and forth.

She sits up and begins to ride him, caressing herself and activating the glitter on her body more and more. Steam rushes down from her cool body as her eyes begin to glow. As they do, Chaménos feels her pussy start to tighten around him just right. His hands rest on her hips, feeling her cool body transfer into his warmth as their rhythm starts to sync.

He feels himself cumming.

And she feels it too.

“Please cum in me. I want to cum with you,” she says.

With her voice saying those words, Chaménos cannot contain himself. But he experiences his climax differently. The orgasm starts from his head and his toes. It builds up his body, not allowing him to release his cum yet. His muscles seem to vibrate as he shouts out in pleasure, feeling it crawl down his chest and up his legs to the center of his hips. Then, the release makes him go wide eyed. The pleasure explodes both out of his cock and in his mind. All the while he keeps eyes on Rusalka who never leaves his gaze as she, too, climaxes in the same way.

His cock pumps cum into her and she sits down on him, allowing it to be deep inside of her. Her sizzling body of steam activates every single fleck of ice and glitter on her body until she glows so brightly, it changes the lighting in the room.

As his orgasm releases his body, Chaménos feels the warmth of the marble table under him. He feels the weight of Rusalka’s body on his hips. He feels her breathing, her hands on his stomach, allowing her cool touch to start permeating his body.

He goes to say something but can’t.

Rusalka leans forward, placing a finger on his lips and smiles big.

“This is a great start,” she says.

*A great start? This is just the start?* A thought bursts in his mind temporarily. He tries to let it come to the surface, wanting to question her, wanting to know more and what’s next and why.

But the here and now takes over.

And he hears the sound of more soft footsteps on marble enter the room.

There’s a glow of different blue lighting out of the corner of his eyes.

Chaménos watches Rusalka turn her gaze from him, breaking eye contact, for the first time as she looks to her left.

“Ladies, this is the prize of Mistress Lilith. You should try him out.”

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196 Askadar had been mined for two years and still had over a million metric tons of ore to be recovered. The asteroid was pulled into Earth orbit in 2081 by the tractor ship Aegeus and once stabilized by attaching and activating six nuclear thrusters to keep it in the same orbit as the moon, a mining ship was launched from the lunar refinery on the rim of the Peary Crater. The crater itself is in shadow for most of the lunar day, but the rim receives nearly continuous sunlight and makes it ideal for the solar furnaces necessary to refine the minerals taken from 196 Askadar. Iron and the other common metals go to the ship fabrication sites on the Moon. Gold, silver, and platinum go back to Earth.

The first mining ship, the Browhudar, carried on it’s nose a circular rasping plow a hundred meters in diameter that dug a circular ring into the flattest side of 196 Askadar. Once the resulting planar surface had been completed, the Browhudar backed away from 196 Askadar and returned to the space port at Peary Crater. The rasping nose was replaced with a hemisphere of steel and diamond glass with a docking station on the side. This hemispherical structure was designated by The Lunar Mining and Extraction Corporation as an Environmental Sustaining Enclosure, or ESE for short.

The Browhudar returned to 196 Askadar and placed the rim of the ESE into the rasped ring, and workers in EVA suits attached the hemisphere to 196 Askadar with two thousand iron/cobalt alloy anchor bolts. More workers sealed the rim with a cement mixture manufactured from lunar soil and water obtained from ice trapped in craters at the south pole of the moon. Once the seal was complete and inspected, the Browhudar disconnected from the docking station and returned to Peary Crater.

The next piece of infrastructure to be installed was a nuclear powered electromagnet secured to 196 Askadar on the side opposite that of the ESE. The large magnet would generate enough magnetic force to generate the feeling of gravity because of the boots the subsequent work crews and later on, the mining crew would wear. That same magnetic force would prevent any stray clumps of ore from the mine from floating around and potentially damaging the integrity of the ESE.

Container ships from the gas generation plant at the lunar south pole then brought a mix of oxygen, carbon dioxide and nitrogen to the hemisphere and filled it with an atmosphere suitable for human habitation. An automatic atmosphere controller with a carbon dioxide scrubber and reserve tanks of oxygen, carbon dioxide and nitrogen was started to maintain the appropriate concentrations of each gas once human miners occupied the ESE. It would also add atmosphere as the mine became enlarged. That let the miners work without EVA suits.

Another container ship and more workers installed two emergency escape pods in the side of the ESE at ground level. These were required by Earth law to have enough fuel and food to carry two people each back to Earth, and a further supply of food for a week in case the pod had to land somewhere besides a lunar spaceport. Normally, the inhabitants would go back to the moon if something happened to the ESE or to the asteroid, but there was always a risk that an asteroid explosion would make the moon bases uninhabitable. That had happened once in the early development of asteroid mining. A hundred and twenty three employees of LMEC were killed and it took five years and two billion in Earth currency to put the infrastructure back in place. There were another two hundred similar pods at Copernicus Space Port, Peary Crater and at the gas generation plant at the lunar south pole to evacuate all the lunar personnel should that become necessary.

Other ships brought materials and workers who established a habitat, storage facilities, and placed mining equipment inside the ESE. After six Earth months, 196 Askadar was prepared for mining activities. A ship docked at the ESE and unloaded supplies for three for a year and three men — an asteroid mining engineer and two miners.

On that mining mission to 196 Askadar, they also unloaded a robotic sex surrogate. The psychiatrists of LMEC’s research department predicted isolation from women for the year-long duration of the miner’s stay on an asteroid would result in friction among the men and loss of productivity. The expense of transporting the miners from the ESE to the lunar colony on any sort of regular basis was prohibitive. The sex surrogate was the answer to that problem.

Lucy, as all sex surrogates furnished to the eighteen asteroid mining sites were named, was blonde, beautiful, and programmed to fulfil the needs of the miners. Her design had been developed after numerous studies of male preferences as to hair color, breast size and what the robot engineers had dubbed “tube constriction”. That name meant they designed her sexual apparatus to automatically accommodate a range of male organ sizes so no miner would feel she was too tight or too loose.

Most escort bayan güngören miners were happy with Lucy at first. She wouldn’t refuse any request and was available at any time. Although some miners wanted to indulge in her capabilities at the same time, most preferred to be alone with her. Lucy had her own quarters in the habitat to facilitate both requests.

After a year of mining though, many miners complained that Lucy’s actions were becoming predictable and therefore boring. By the eleventh month of their stay on an asteroid, the miners were becoming easily upset and a few fights had even ensued. The engineers at LMEC increased Lucy’s memory capacity and programmed an additional hundred thousand motions and responses into her database.

After the second crop of miners had served their term in the ESE’s of the asteroids circling the moon, it became apparent that Lucy was still not an acceptable substitute for a human female. The miners complained about dryness and looseness. Examination of several Lucys revealed the mechanisms for lube dispensing and tube tensioning were somewhat prone to failure due to the number of components and the complexity of the assemblies.

The engineers at LMEC were still working on the problem when I was assigned to 196 Askadar as the asteroid mining engineer. My job was to instruct the miners where to drill, the size of the hydrogen/oxygen demolition charges to use and how to place them, and to inspect the quality of the ore removed from the asteroid. In addition, I was the man in charge of the operation, the third man who would mediate any disputes and the one who would control the schedule of the sex surrogate.

When we gathered at the spaceport at Copernicus, I assumed another Lucy would be accompanying us to 196 Askadar. I was surprised to see a slender redhead standing there dressed in LMEC issued coveralls. I figured they’d just changed Lucy’s hair color for some reason. It looked like her breasts were a little smaller too, although it was hard to tell because the coveralls didn’t fit her very well.

Before we climbed into the shuttle, my boss walked up and held out his hand. That was a little different, too. I’d never known Jack to go to the space port before a mining contingent left. I shook his hand and he smiled.

“Let’s go in the conference room. I have some information you need to know.”

When we sat down, he smiled again.

“Tom, you’ll have to be careful up there with your demolition charges. When Robby came back last week, he said he’d seen fissures developing in the working face of the mine. He wasn’t too worried about them, but he said anything much bigger than a hundred joules might cause them to open enough to proliferate. I don’t have to tell you what that would mean. Just use your experience. Robby’s only worked at a mine twice, so he may just be exaggerating due to inexperience.

“There’s one other thing. I saw you looking at the redhead. She’s not a sex bot. She’s a real woman, well, as real as we wanted to make her. Her name is Barbara, and she’s a clone, but with some important differences from an actual woman.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing as Jack handed me a thin booklet.

“It’s all in this manual, but I’ll give you the important stuff. She has memories we gave her from her childhood up until this morning. She thinks she was born on Earth in Idaho twenty years ago, and came to the moon with her mother and father when she was sixteen. We implanted images of her father and mother into her memory. They’re just composites, but she believes they’re real. She also believes they died two years ago.

“We gave her a strong libido by increasing her production of the required hormones, but didn’t give her the ability to reproduce for obvious reasons. She’ll be no different than any other woman as far as the complaints we’ve received from the miners from past tours.

“She can speak English, Spanish, French, Japanese, and Mandarin, so there shouldn’t be any language difficulties, and to a certain extent, she can learn. Your men will have to teach her what they like, but she’ll accommodate them once she learns what that is.

I ask Jack what “to a certain extent meant”.

“We gave her the basic knowledge of sex, but she’ll have to learn how to do what your men want. She can do that if they’re willing to teach her. Just make sure they know they have to teach her and not force her to do something. If they force her, she’ll start becoming selective and we can’t have that.”

“What she can’t learn is because we genetically engineered away that part of her brain for things like loyalty and love. She’ll treat each of you like you were the only one, but she really doesn’t think that. She thinks of you as all the same and she can’t learn to think any differently.

“One other thing you should know about Barbara. She looks human, but by a strict definition she isn’t. Barbara escort ukraynalı doesn’t have any emotions, and we’ve engineered her to prevent her from developing any. She doesn’t have a conscience or a sense of self. It’s very important that none of you get too attached to her because of what we’ll have to do with her when you bring her back.

“What does that mean?”

Jack frowned.

“We had to make her intelligent enough she’d be able to properly respond to a lot of different men. We just don’t know, but we’re afraid she might be smart enough she could learn about our mining process. That process is one of the most carefully guarded secrets NMEC has. It’s what makes asteroid mining profitable enough to pay for the infrastructure we’ve built here on the moon, the ESEs, and the equipment you’ll be using. If a competitor should get hold of her, we could lose everything. When you bring her back, she’ll be…deactivated, so to speak.”

“You mean killed?”

Jack sighed.

“I was afraid you’d think something like that. No, it won’t be murder, not legally. Like I said, she doesn’t have a sense of self, therefore, she’s no different than a sexbot. We’ll just put her to sleep and she won’t wake up. I know, you’re thinking we could just reprogram her like we would a sexbot. We’ve tried that and it doesn’t work. Once a clone learns something, it’s there until they die. We don’t understand why yet, but that’s how it is. Deactivation is the only way.”

I was still a little dumbfounded by what Jack was telling me.

“You’ve done this before? I thought it was illegal to make a human clone. The World Congress outlawed that over fifty years ago, didn’t it?”

“Barbara is the fourth prototype. The others gave us the information we needed to tweak the cloning process. Yes, the World Congress did outlaw cloning of humans, but by their definition of a human clone, Barbara really isn’t human. To fall within their definition, she would have to have a sense of self and be capable of learning right from wrong. I already told you she doesn’t have a sense of self and she can only learn certain things. A normal person would have learned right from wrong at a very early age. We didn’t give her those memories.”

“That really sucks, Jack. You make a person and then kill them when you’re done with them.”

“She’s not a person, Tom, and you can’t let yourself start thinking she is. I know it sounds cruel, but we had to do something. Half our miners have gone to our competition already because of the sexbots, and we’re having trouble recruiting more. We can’t afford to put real women on a mining site like our competition does.”

When I boarded the shuttle, I still wasn’t happy. A lot of things had changed pretty rapidly in the world during my thirty years of life, but this was too much too fast, and Jack’s reasoning was based on some pretty questionable legal interpretations. I could understand his point and his motives, but I didn’t like either.

I didn’t really have a choice. My contract with LMEC said I had to go where they sent me and do what they instructed me to do. If I’d said he could stuff it up his ass, Jack would have just replaced me, and I’d have been on my way back to Earth with no job, no money, and probably not much of a chance of getting either in the asteroid mining field again.

After two hours in the shuttle, it locked up with the ESE and we took the elevator down to the surface of the asteroid. It took the rest of the day to unload our supplies and put them in storage and then to get settled in to the habitat. The shuttle undocked and went back to Copernicus Space Port, but another from Peary Crater would return in three Earth days to pick up the first load of ore. Once I was done, I took the elevator down into the mine to have a look at the fissures Bobby had reported.

They weren’t as bad as I’d thought they might be. Most of these asteroids large enough to be of commercial value have their own weak gravity and are just a bunch of huge rocks held together by that gravity. There are cracks between those rocks, but for the most part, gravity holds them together so tightly they’re effectively a solid mass. The gravity-simulating electromagnet further strengthened that bond. The fissures Bobby had seen were a little bigger than the normal cracks, but they still looked sound enough to tolerate some small charges.

I made a mental note to instruct Walt and Mack to not use anything over five joules per charge and to not use more than five at a time. That would still yield as much ore as we could collect and bring to the surface in one Earth day. It was probable we’d be able to work our way around the fissures at some point and then up the energy of the charges.

I didn’t know Walt or Mack. I’d talked to them a little, but not enough to get a feel about what kind of men they were. All I knew about them is they’d worked together on several asteroids over escort bayan merter the past ten years. I asked Barbara to stay in her room and then called Walt and Mack into the living area to explain what I’d found with the fissures and to set up a schedule for Barbara.

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I got us all a beer and then asked them to sit down at the table.

“OK, I looked in the mine while ago because it was reported there were fissures developing in the rock. I did find a few, but they don’t look all that bad to me. Still, just to be safe, we’ll stick with five joule charges and no more than five charges per blast. That should let us work around the fissures and back into solid rock. Then we’ll take out the column with the fissures and up the charge size. I don’t think I have to tell you two much else. You’ve been mining asteroids for a lot longer than I have.”

Walt frowned.

“You’re gonna limit us to five joules and only five at a time? Fuck, that’ll take forever to get that shit in small enough pieces the loaders can handle it. We’ll be busting our asses with hand crushers to do it. You sure about those fissures?”

“Yes, I’m sure. The risk is small, but you don’t want to be in the mine if one opens up. The pressure difference would strain you through the crack like shit through a goose.”

Mack tried another option.

“What if we just use three, ten Joule charges? That’s about the same energy but it’ll bring down more rock at a time and in smaller pieces.”

I shook my head.

“No. With five, five joule charges, we can space them out so there’s no big energy release in any one spot. If we do what you want, I’m pretty sure one of those fissures will start opening up. We might not see it because it’ll be opening toward the outside, but once it starts, it won’t stop until it breaks through.”

Walt looked at Mack and grinned.

“Well, Mack, I guess the engineer knows best. He’s probably never set a charge, but these college men know what they’re doing.”

I’d caught the sarcasm, but didn’t want to start things out on the wrong foot. I had to live with these two for the next year. Instead of replying, I explained about Barbara.

“The woman who boarded the shuttle with us isn’t a sexbot. She’s a woman, but she doesn’t know very much about anything. She understands about sex, but she won’t know what you like. You’ll have to teach her, but make sure you’re teaching and not forcing. If you force her to do something, she’ll probably not want to be with you again and I’ll have to honor that.”

Mack looked at me and frowned.

“You mean I have to teach her how to fuck?”

“No, she understands that, but it’s mostly the mechanics of sex she understands. What you’ll have to teach her is how you like to have sex.”

Walt grinned.

“Does she know how to suck a cock? I always want my cock sucked for a while before I fuck.”

“Yeah, me too”, said Mack. “How about fucking her in the ass? Does she do that?”

I was starting to not like either Walt or Mack. I’d sort of gotten my head around what Barbara was, but dammit, I still thought of her as a woman and they were talking about her like she was some silicone sexbot they could do anything with. Walt’s comment about college men was still bothering me too. I also decided it was time to remind them I was in charge.

“I wasn’t told about either. All I was told is she’ll do what you want once she understands what that is. You’ll have to teach her, and I want to emphasize the word ‘teach’. If I learn that either of you has forced Barbara to do anything, anything at all, I’ll have your contract cancelled and you’ll end up back on Earth trying to figure out what you’re going to do next. Is that clear?”

Both men mumbled something about me being an asshole but they said they’d do as I’d instructed.

“OK, now that we understand each other, how do you want to set up the schedule with Barbara? We can let the main computer do the schedule or I can just pick. Which do you want?”

They wanted the computer, so I input our names and the dates we’d be on site. In about two seconds, the screen showed the schedule. Mack drew that night, Walt the next night, and I was last. The schedule repeated like that for the rest of the year. Mack grinned.

“Well, I’ll see you guys in the morning. Barbara and I have some learning to do. Walt, I’ll be sure to tell her you have a little cock so she won’t be surprised.”

The first two days went about like I’d planned. We made one blast each morning and then spent the rest of the day using the loaders to pick up the ore and put it into bins and then transporting the bins to the surface. The hand crushers were required a little, but not as much as Walt feared. The bins would be packed into the shuttles that docked every other day.

I didn’t see much of Barbara. I was either down in the mine or she was with Walt or Mack. The third night was my time with her, and I was more interested in finding out if she was really like Jack said than in having sex.

Barbara ate with us just as she had the two previous nights, then went to her quarters. I followed about half an hour later. When I knocked on the door, I heard her say, “Come in.”

I wasn’t ready for what I saw. Barbara was laying on her bed, naked and with her legs spread wide. She looked at me and smiled.

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“Listen, Honey, Stranglethorn Vale is no place for a sweet little night elf like you.”

Elunara sighed. “Look, I’m on commission from the SI:7, here are my orders.” She held up the paper. “All I’m really asking; is for you to get me to my drop off point.”

“Aw, let her, Robert.” Another man snorted.

Robert rubbed his neck. “We just don’t have the man power to protect her.” He put his hands on his hips.

“I don’t need protecting.” Elunara shook her head. “I have orders, and I intend to follow them to the letter. Either you let me on yours or I’ll go on someone else’s.”

“Fine!” He yanked the sheet out of her hand and skimmed it. “But you stay in the center of the wagon and you stay quiet. I won’t have your whining drawing attention to us.”

Rolling her eyes, Elunara climbed into the back of the wagon.

A few days into their trip, one of the men leaned over to Robert. “Sir, I know… I know what you said, but… she’s starting to freak me out, and I’m not the only one. She just sits there, never speaking, barely blinking. It’s… weird.”

Robert sighed. “I’ll speak to her.”

He made his way over to where she was sitting, quietly drawing on that sketchpad of hers. “Elunara?”

“Hm?” She didn’t so much as flinch.

“I didn’t mean for you to stop existing.”

She blinked up at him. “Huh?”

“Well, it’s just… when I told you to stay quiet…” He fiddled with his hat. “I didn’t mean for you to shut down on us. You can… communicate.”

“Oh.” She shrugged. “I didn’t want to be a bother.”

“Well, I…” He blinked down at her sketchpad. “Is that what you’ve been doing this whole time?”

She went back at her sketchpad. “It’s all I ever do.” She shrugged. “My assignment is to chart the area with my work.”

“I… I can see how important that is.” He breathed. He sat down next to her. “Show me more.”

She gave him a cat smile. “Oh, I’ll show you plenty.”

Sitting up front, she catalogued the scene as they worked their way through. When the cart broke an axle, she helped get it fixed. When one of the horses came up lame, she helped nurse it.

Robert leaned up against her. “We should keep you around.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Giggling, she pushed him away.

The other men noticed the exchange and rolled their eyes.

“Looks like Robert finally found his match.” Said one.

“Five gold says he proposes by the end of our run.” Said another.

When they stopped for the night, he made his bed next to hers. She rolled her eyes at the arm around her waist.

She awoke to rough hands yanking her up. The entire caravan was hauled away. As she looked around, she grinned, her targets had found her. Her months of studying the troll languages in Durotar was about to pay off.

“We found seven men and one woman.” The trolls stopped in the center of a ruin.

The largest troll turned from his position at a giant slab. “A weak haul.” He began to examine the prisoners. His attentions turned on the female night elf. He tugged at her ears. “Fascinating creature.” He turned her face back and forth.

“LEAVE HER ALONE!”

He turned his attention to the men. “Hm.” He sniffed. His attention went back to the night elf creature and gave her deep sniff. He laughed. “Do ya smell that, mon?”

The troll holding on to Elunara sniffed. He began to laugh. “That I do.”

“Yes, she’ll be perfect. Prep her!” He gestured. “Then, prep the men.” He growled.

She was stripped naked, scrubbed escort bayan ortaköy down, and adorned with jewelry of bone and teeth. Around her waist, she was given a belt of tusks. They chained her face down to a slopped alter that put her ass in the air. The men from the caravan were forced to kneel in front of her alter. She sat up, her arms bound behind her.

“Elunara!” Robert tried to stand, tears in his eyes, but one of the trolls knocked him back down.

“Execute them.”

At once, most of the men had their throats slit; their blood splatters stained one end of the altar. One of the trolls grabbed Robert by the hair. “Elunara…” He whimpered. She gave a small wince as his blood splashed her face.

“Curious…” The lead troll grabbed her face. “There is something there…” He began to laugh. “Or should I say… a lack of something there. Was he your lover?” He cocked his head to the side. “You understand me.”

She began to sniffle.

“Oh, stop.” He rolled his eyes. “You care less than I do.” He shoved her face. “Since you understand me, mon, I’ll do you the honor of telling you what I plan to do with you.” He laughed. Shoving her head down against the altar, he shoved his finger into her slick hole. After a couple of pumps, he put the hand to his mouth and sucked her off of his finger. “You’re delightfully wet. But I smelled that on you. You see, this is a very special altar. To empower it, we cover it in the various body fluids that can be produced. Blood is very powerful, but the female juices…” He shoved his dick into her. “Those are the most potent.” He continued to hold her small body down as he worked in and out of her. “For every man that fucks you, we get more powerful. And we’ll continue to fuck you until you become a broken shell and the magic begins to wane. Then we’ll slit your throat and find a new hole.”

The other trolls began to laugh.

The leader released himself, before moving around to the front, and yanking her up to his face. “Most don’t last very long… but you…” He licked the side of her face. “You are already broken, but… not in that way.” She shivered as the next troll shoved himself into her. “You enjoy it.” He whispered. “I see it in your eyes. As hard as you are, I can see it in the back of your eyes… I wonder how many we can stuff into you before you stop enjoying it.” He shoved her face against the altar. “Bind her down.”

A pair came around and tied her wrists to the ground, immobilizing her to the altar.

“Fill her up and perform the ritual.” He pat her on the head. “Perhaps you’ll survive long enough to birth us an abomination and we can sacrifice it on the altar while you watch.”

Her usual ruse gone, she decided to enjoy herself. All in all, it wasn’t the most unpleasant of positions, and she briefly wondered if there was a way to make furniture at the same angle. It then occurred to her that she’d actually need a residence to put the thing. She itched for her sketchbook, but knew she was going to have to wait until the idiots fell asleep.

She was unsure as to what was more absurd, the reason they were currently filling her up with their goo, or the fact that some of the trolls were taking efforts to make sure she got some enjoyment out of it. She was already up to her tenth orgasm, and decided it would make a fascinating record to see how many she could eek out in a day. Damn, she wanted her sketchpad.

Night fell and the bonfires escort bayan rus were lit. They began dancing around her, while one of the trolls shoved their fingers in and out, all over again. The altar was tilted, and she could feel the sticky liquid running out of her. The lead troll came up to her again and jerked her face up. He searched her eyes.

Grinning, he leaned forward. “Oh, yes, we’ll keep you for a looong time.”

“Are you going to fuck my mouth, or are you just limiting it to my pussy?” She asked, in his language.

He jerked back and blinked. “What?”

“Usually, you rape types like to shove my mouth over your cock. So, am I going to get to taste some troll dick today, or do I have to wait on some willing specimens?”

After a moment, he began to laugh. “You’re… completely crazy.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard it.” She licked her lips. “How about it?”

“So you can steal my mojo? Not a chance, you filthy creature.”

“How about you release me and I show you how filthy I can get.” She gave him a feral smile.

He released her and stepped back. “You…” He shook himself. “YOU will make a worthy sacrifice when we’re done with you!”

“Look, you keep the steady stream of dicks in my pussy, and I’ll keep lying here like a good little sacrifice.”

“Enough with your trickery!”

“What’s with the fear, sugar?” She did her best to cock her head to the side. “I’m the one tied up… you’re the big bad troll leader.”

He shoved her head against the altar. “That’s RIGHT! You foul little bitch!” He snapped his fingers, and the other trolls stopped dancing and knelt before the altar, holding their hands in the air. The leader pulled out a troll fetish. They began to chat and call; and he shoved the end of it into her wet center. She watched the ritual with some fascination.

Something went wrong, and she knew not what. They cowered backwards and began to shriek. The leader called out and began to laugh. He yanked the fetish out and licked the base of it. Soon, they all began to laugh, as he plunged it in and out of her repeatedly, letting each troll have a lick at it. Finally, he shoved it back into her, and left it.

They began to chant and praise, before gathering as a war party and disappearing. She sat there watching the mess in baffled amazement. When she was certain they were all gone, she untied herself and got to work.

In the morning, she awoke to a dick being shoved into her. “I don’t know what’s special about you, little bitch.” She rolled her eyes at the leader of the trolls fucking her. “But…” He leaned forward and licked his way up her back. “You give good juju to my trolls. We took down an entire camp of those obnoxious ogres.”

“Well, good for you.” She snorted. “If you wish to keep me in good working order, food would be useful.”

“Hm. You have a point.” He licked her back again. “Perhaps when I finally sacrifice you, I’ll keep these folds of yours and have them made into pants, so I can always have them against my dick.”

“If that would please you.” She shrugged.

“You are terrifyingly calm.” He muttered. “Maybe I’ll spare you… make you my pet.”

“Not going to happen.” She snorted.

“Want to bet?” He growled.

“Want to know how many have tried?” Before he could blink, she was free of her bonds, flipped around and holding her dagger to his throat. “I’m way scarier than you are, sugar, and I’ve had just about escort bayan etiler enough of this ruse.”

He awoke later, groaning. Trying to put his hand to his head, he found himself trapped. Wildly, he looked around.

“Aw, you’re awake. How nice.”

He jerked his head and stared at her.

“Fun little role reversal huh?” She ran her fingers across his chest and belly. “Don’t bother screaming, they’re all dead already.” She trailed her fingers across his dick. “A bit disconcerting being trapped at someone else’s mercy, huh?”

“What do you want?”

“First? To draw you.” She held up her sketchpad. “Then, to study you. I don’t get my hands on many trolls. Then… to entertain myself with you.” She grinned. “Meanwhile, you and I are going to have a little chat.” Using both hands, she rubbed back and forth on his dick. “You be a good boy, and it’ll go a little something like this…” She licked the length of him and he groaned. “But, lie to me…” She bent the stiffened dick in half. Smiling at his screech, she patted his belly. “You get the idea.”

“YES! YES! Oh, please YES!”

“Yes, MISTRESS, thank you very much.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He whimpered.

“Good boy!” She ran her fingers up the length of him. “You know, troll dicks are quite lengthy. Fascinating shape too.”

“Could…” He gasped. “Could you…”

“You aren’t asking me for any favors, are you?” She cocked her eyebrow.

“Could you have escaped…?”

“From the beginning? Yes.”

“You… sacrificed them.” He panted.

“Them?” She cocked her head to the side. “OH! The humans. Unfortunate. I was merely using them for transportation. Shame about… uh… Roger? No, uh, ROBERT! Yeah, that guy. Bummer. He was kind of nice.” She shook her head and added more detail to her sketchpad. “I was going to ditch them off later the next day and offer myself up. I had no idea they’d get caught.”

“Offer?”

“I do this a lot, sugar.” She turned his dick this way and that, lifted his balls and gave them an inspection. “Usually, I go for the innocent rapee, but this time I got a bit off my game. You’re the first to recognize the deadness.” She tapped his belly with her pencil. “I’m impressed. Too bad you’re a filth pile.” She licked the tip of his dick, before sliding her mouth over. She tugged back. “Hm, not a bad taste… the little early stuff is ok…” She ran her thumb across the wetness that seeped out of him. “Not bad at all.”

“You! You’re crazy!”

“Again, not the first time I’ve heard that.” She lifted his balls and inspected his ass. “Fascinating.” Taking one of her rounded tools, she pushed it in. She recorded his scream in her book. “Gods, why are men such pussies about that?” She snorted. “You have a wider hole, and yet I can take em better.” She wiggled the rod. “About average reaction.” She dislodged it and cleaned it off.

“What is WRONG with you?”

“Asks the idiot who wanted to get me knocked up to sacrifice the baby. Even I’m not THAT psychotic.” She rolled her eyes and continued to work on her book. She shifted the skin of his dick and made notations. “So, my new play toy… let’s talk.”

She worked him for hours, and just as the sun began to set, he was a whimpering, shivering mass.

“Aw, you’ve been a good boy.” She patted his dick. Pulling her hand away, she giggled at the sticky mess in her palm. She licked it. “Delicious.”

“You’ve… You’ve stolen… my mojo.” He whimpered.

“But you’ve done so well!” She smiled at him and brushed her fingers over his cheek. “Would you like released?” Her grin went feral. “Like I promised?”

“Please… mistress.” He panted.

She raked her dagger across his throat. “See? A quick release, just as I promised.” She smiled at his corpse. Digging out her tools and a fresh book, she dissected the corpse for her special details.

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1. Family Foundation

1.1. Goddess of the Moon

Although the circumstances of the emperor’s origin remain a mystery, we are certain that she was not born in Tunguska 200 years ago. Rather, we believe that she was sent from an alternative future to avert a major catastrophe. Even if her species deserves to be worshiped as gods, we must control and chastise them in order to make them useful to us.

From Jessica’s preface to the manual „Vampire Control through Lust and Torture”

Pavonia, Mars 2108

1.1.1. Tunguska

When she woke up, everything hurt her. She was lying in the mud, completely naked except for dirt and her own blood. She felt that most of her bones were broken. She sat up and looked down at herself. Her skin was singed, but she regenerated quickly. The pain slowly subsided and her bones also grew back together. She didn’t know if she should be surprised about her fast healing, but within minutes she found it good to get rid of all the wounds, fractures and also the pain.

She felt her head. No hair and apparently she had no memory of what had happened and how she had come here. Or who she really was. She stood up and looked around. Something very strange had happened here: She was in a forest, but all the trees were bent over. But unlike her, the trees were not singed.

It was warm and the sun was shining. As low as the sun was, probably sometime in the morning. Judging by the warmth, summer. She heard a river nearby and decided to go there and wash. Her injuries had healed, nothing hurt anymore. Only the dirt remained, just as her memories were still missing.

She jumped into the water and washed herself until she thought all the dirt was gone. When she checked her reflection in the water to see if her face was clean, she saw herself for the first time. She had short black hair. Apparently the time of the bath had been enough to grow back her eyelashes and eyebrows as well as her head hair. By now it should be about one centimeter long. How long would her hair grow if she allowed it to grow further? At this rate it would not take long for the hair to reach her feet.

But apart from the hair on her head, she had no hair anywhere. Neither under her armpits nor between her legs. Judging by the size of her breasts, she was definitely an adult. Nor did she find any trace of hair anywhere else. Her arms and legs were completely bald. Her skin was also poorly structured. No moles or freckles, no wrinkles, no visible veins. Only smooth, fair skin.

She decided to try to find signs of civilization somewhere. There was nothing here but broken trees. She followed the river until it flowed into a larger one. And then she followed its course. People lived by rivers. Eventually, it would meet civilization.

—

She had been walking all day, by now she was in an area where the trees were standing and had not fallen over. The way a normal forest should look. She was hungry, but otherwise hardly exhausted. Occasionally she had climbed a tree to get her bearings. Still no civilization in sight, but at least she could skip some river bends and take the more direct route.

Whatever had happened to her must have been quite violent. At least she didn’t even get a scratch when she jumped down from the tree top again. But now it was getting darker and she decided to rest. It didn’t get really dark, but a few stars were visible. Apparently she was quite far north and it was near the summer solstice.

Her thick black hair reached up to her shoulder by now and didn’t grow any further. The hair ended at a height all around and framed her flawless face. Her black eyes were a perfect match for her black hair. She would probably look very attractive in people’s eyes, although fashion certainly required her to have longer hair. But Selene was glad that her hair did not get any longer. In this length it warmed and served as jewelry. If it got any longer, it would limit her mobility.

She climbed a tree and looked around. The narrow crescent of the new moon was under escort bayan beyoğlu the zodiac sign of Cancer. Soon it, too, would sink. He followed Mars and was pursued by Jupiter with its moons. It had to be June 30, 1908, otherwise this configuration would not make sense. On the other hand it was somewhere in Siberia and accordingly it was only June 17th of the local calendar. She wondered what made her so sure, but she had no doubts about her conclusion.

Why couldn’t she remember anything? She looked at the dark new moon. There was something familiar about it. Something about the moon. It seemed so familiar, like it was her home. Falling off it would explain her injuries, but it was so silly. Even the moon’s low gravity she could never overcome in one leap. But there was something familiar. She was named after the moon. Luna? No. Her name was Selene! She was named after the Greek goddess of the moon. Then why was she in the middle of Siberia?

Selene decided to sleep. Perhaps something from her past would come to her in a dream. Or maybe she would forget her hunger. SELENE. She liked the name. She’d keep it. Who was she?

—

Selene was on the moon in her dream and looked longingly at the earth. She looked up at the starry sky and suddenly felt the temperature rise behind her. She looked around and looked straight up at the burning sky. The stars in half the starry sky were on fire and spread further.

The flames were getting brighter and hotter. The moon also began to burn and the flames came dangerously close to Selene. Selene felt the heat on her skin and was terrified. Then a bright flash followed by darkness. Selene woke up in terror and was bathed in sweat.

—

Selene had only slept for a short time. It was still dark, but she had heard wolves stalking. Maybe her nightmare was trying to warn her, and she didn’t care anymore. Maybe the wolves were trying to eat Selene. Selene would fight. She was hungry, so she was more aggressive. Escape was beneath her. She got up and saw eight wolves surrounding her.

The first wolf jumped at her, but Selene reacted much faster. She caught the wolf in the air, grabbed him by his hind paw and used him as a club to slay a second wolf. Judging by the deformation of the colliding skulls, both of them died so quickly that they had no time to feel pain or even notice her counter attack. Selene used her higher power and speed and killed the remaining six wolves before they had the chance to react.

Surprised at their much better fighting skills than the dead predators, Selene looked at their hands. The blood on her hands was not hers, but that of the dead wolves. Following an impulse, she licked the blood from her hands. It was exactly what her body had been craving for hours. She wanted more blood to satisfy her hunger.

Selene grabbed one of the wolves and bit its throat and sucked the blood from the lifeless body with relish. She also drank the blood of two other wolves before she was satisfied. In return she had to pee. While she got rid of the excess liquid from her meal, she touched her teeth with her tongue and then with her fingers. Her molars were completely smooth and completely unsuitable for chewing food. Her incisors were present and felt almost human, but they were not sharp but blunt. Her canines in the upper jaw were quite different. They were pointed and she could deliberately change their length, making them longer and sharper. Ideal for sucking blood from a victim, but any other food was not usable for her.

At least Selene knew what she was. She looked human, but she wasn’t. Selene was a vampire and needed blood to feed She drank another two wolves empty, but this time she took more time to observe her own bodily functions and to taste the blood. Apparently only a small part of the blood went into her mouth so she could taste and smell it. By far the largest part was sucked in by her teeth as if with syringes and went directly into her stomach without a detour escort otele gelen through the throat. On a trial basis she tried to let some blood run directly into her mouth and then swallow it. But that did not succeed. It was already difficult to get the blood of a dead wolf into her mouth, but to swallow it did not work at all. Her esophagus seemed to be a dead end and ended up somewhere in her throat. She had to suck up the blood through her fangs.

Selene suspected that she either belonged to a species that descended from humans and the esophagus and the smooth, useless teeth were remnants from this past, or that she belonged to a species that had developed such features to disguise herself as a human. It is possible that humans were then her real prey. The wolves had sated her, but somehow the blood had tasted wrong. Not because it was blood, but because there was something about it that didn’t agree with her. And that wasn’t just because the wolves were dead.

Freshly fed, Selene felt that she was getting stronger. Although she still did not make any serious effort, she was now almost twice as fast. She would meet humans very soon for sure. Then she could test her theory that humans were her real prey. She had left the river and was heading south. To her knowledge, there were no settlements in the far north of Siberia. Only one or two day trips further south were there settlements.

—

Selene had been feeding on deer for the next two days. But she found it much easier to catch a deer than to catch it alive and drink fresh blood. But it was even harder for her to curb her appetite and drink just enough to keep her victim alive. Only deer number eleven was lucky enough to donate blood and then run away. Selene just hunted so often now that she was not forced to kill from hunger. She only wanted to kill when it was really necessary.

Only now on the third day did she find signs of human settlement. First a path and later she saw a small settlement. She could hear and see people. The group of people she saw were clothed and talking. Naked she would attract attention, so she hid in the forest and listened to the strangers.

She understood every single word they said. She even had the feeling that these people from the country knew their own language less well than she did. Still, it was not her mother tongue. Her thoughts were definitely in another language. Curious she continued to observe.

The men were hunters looking for furs to sell even further south. Finally the group split up and they went off one by one in search of prey. Selene inconspicuously followed the largest of the hunters. In her opinion he was the best looking, but he was also unkempt and dirty. But in the end, her main goal was to test how human blood tasted.

—

Selene had followed the hunter unobtrusively into a clearing. He probably wanted to lie in wait here to make prey. Should she attack him directly or should she try to seduce him? She wanted to know, if she could persuade him to feed her without violence. After all, he was only armed with a rifle and knives and therefore no danger.

She took a rotten piece of wood and broke it in her hands. The cracking was loud enough to attract his attention and he turned to her with his gun raised. He aimed at her, but was too confused by the sight of her to shoot or move. His pupils dilated and his mouth opened without saying anything. He didn’t move a bit when she came towards him and took the gun out of his hand and threw it to the side.

Selene had already noticed that his penis was swollen even when he was clothed. She was probably beautiful in his eyes. Or he hadn’t seen a woman in months. Following an impulse, she kissed him, gently pushing him down. When he was on the ground, he began to caress her body. She grabbed his hands and held them tight. She didn’t want to be touched by him, she only wanted to drink from him.

He tried to resist her grip and to stroke her further, but escort bayan kağıthane she was much stronger. Finally he gave up and gave in. When Selene finally bit his neck, she felt him rubbing against hers with his pelvis. He was dressed, so she let him. His blood tasted much better than that of wolves or deer. She had to pull herself together so she only drank enough for him to recover.

Selene had learned by now that she could filter the blood when both canines bit into the same bloodstream. With one tooth she sucked and filtered out only the solid parts, i.e. the platelets, and then released the liquid back into her victim through the other tooth. Much less stressful for her food.

Finally, she fed him some of her vampire saliva. Let the wound heal faster. By the time she was finished, he had stopped twitching as well. He had indeed ejaculated while she drank from him. Kind of gross. But she took it as a compliment. She wondered if she could control him and make him work for her as a slave. She should get some clothes, she didn’t want to attract attention all the time, but she also didn’t want to hide in the woods forever. She wanted to be able to hunt in big cities without attracting attention and he would help her.

„Did you like it?”, she asked him in his language. But instead of answering he just nodded. Proud of herself, Selene smiled at him. „Does it still hurt you?” This time he shook his head. Sex seemed to diminish his sense of pain. His wound had closed up. Her teeth were really sharp. And efficient saliva. Pretty efficient at getting blood, but thin enough to create rapidly closing wounds. She was perfectly equipped to suck blood from people. She was strong enough to easily defeat anyone in a fight and so beautiful that no fight ever had to happen.

„Good. You belong to me now. From now on you are my slave and you work for me. And if you work well, I may drink from you again. We will spend the night here, you will make us a fire, I will bring you food. And tomorrow you will get me something to wear.”, Selene said friendly but determined enough to obey.

She went back into the woods for a moment and caught a hare. Her slave should be strengthened and she too could use a little more blood.

—

Selene still fed mainly on animal blood, but once a day she caught another hunter in the forest and drank from him. Humans regenerated their blood rather slowly. As it seemed it would take weeks before her first slave could give blood again. She would probably need hundreds of slaves to fully feed on their blood. Each of her slaves would have preferred her not to have any more slaves, but they accepted that Selene would always get more slaves and subjugate them by caressing them.

Selene now also knew that the saliva she injected into her victims’ wounds before and after the blood donation had a clear effect. The saliva at first increased their lust and forced them to love her forever. The saliva she injected after a meal made their wound close immediately. She was a predator, but one that could suck her prey for years. She did not kill, but was a parasite.

Selene also seemed to find that her saliva made men stronger. Not nearly as strong as herself, of course, but they seemed to be healthier and also much more determined. Probably their saliva also contained a portion that killed all pathogens.

Selene already had ten slaves and had them make leather clothes. She did not want to wear the impractical skirts until she was in a town. She wondered why women voluntarily wore such impractical clothes in which one could not fight properly.

Her slaves were trained hunters, but still nobody was really good at it. Instead of letting her slaves hunt, she caught animals for herself and her entourage. She drank their blood and her slaves got the meat and were allowed to clean the skins for later sale. She only let her slaves do the menial work, like collecting firewood or setting up and taking down the camps.

Selene and her entourage moved a few kilometers further southwest every day. Firstly, so Selene could always find new prey, and secondly, she wanted to reach the railroad to get west to a more civilized part of the world.

The nightmare of her first night had repeated itself a few more times, but since her entourage had grown to fifty and they were heading west, it never came back. She apparently felt safer with her entourage.

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◈ Chapter 129:

Lyra’s breath became a little heated, exhaling and inhaling faster than normal. But that was just from the run, there was no way she was more than just a little excited about the coming feeling of letting Rain out, that was ridiculous!

She bit her lip and white knuckle gripped the railing as she felt him start to emerge, trying desperately not to whimper as black fur slowly, then more quickly, pulled from her black wool, her legs wobbling like jelly, her knees turning inward as that special magical link between herself and the giant wolf monster was greatly stimulated by his passage.

Rain crawled free and got to his feet, turning to see a shivering Lyra barely hanging onto the railing as her legs half-collapsed beneath her, little rivulets of wet running down her inner thighs from her shorts.

Rain spread his paws in outrage at the shakey little sheep girl.

“How are half the cleaning potions gone?!! What did you do!!”

Lyra breathy and limp lifted her head and glared back at him.

“Do you know what your creation did to those Drakes? It exploded them into blood and little tiny bits! It got absolutely everywhere! Do you know how much blood and bits are in a Drake? A lot!! Someone stumbling across the scene would think half a hundred people had been killed there!”

Rain’s paws lowered slightly.

“What was I supposed to do? Just leave a blood covered alley to be found by the city guard?”

“Well, no… but still.”

She wiped a stray strand of hair away from her sweaty face.

“It’s fine, Rain, we can always find more later,” she managed to get her shaky legs under her and rose. “For now we really really need to look for food. You are hungry, aren’t you? You’ve barely eaten today, call me crazy but with you that is an extremely dangerous thing to happen.”

Rain’s stomach growled in answer.

“Hmmph, that’s what I thought.”

Despite himself Rain had to agree, the point where he would lose control was starting to get dangerously close, maybe an hour away, he could feel the hunger pressing down on his mind, suppressing his conscious thoughts in favour of the ravenous predator. He might have been pushing his luck by staying in the library all day, the few snacks that Lyra brought back from her information hunt had only muffled the need for so long, a dozen pigs from a butchers shop weren’t going to cut it.

“Then where should we go?”

Opal lifted her arms and gestured broadly in every direction. “What do you mean where? There’s food all around us, look, buildings and buildings full of delicious people, start here and work your way out! They’re all probably in their beds too, all convenient to gobble up!”

“Aheheh, no, that’s not what we are going to be doing,” said Lyra. “This is my city you know, I don’t particularly want Rain rampaging around eating innocent people who have never harmed a fly in their lives.”

Opal crossed her arms. “How many of these people have gone down into the dungeon and slaughtered countless thinking feeling monsters to gain a few numbers?”

Lyra wilted a bit hearing that. It was difficult to have the moral high ground when the people she was defending were mass murderers when looked at in a certain light. Worse a little part of her agreed with the Goblin, and even worse than that she herself was included in that certain light. She had gone down to the dungeon and done violent things, violent things that had made her feel good, proud even, at the time. Not so now.

She wondered how long her moral compass was going to survive being around the Goblin.

“I don’t- Look, we’re going to find a stable, we will be less likely to be discovered that way, no people to flee and tell the guards what happened. It just makes sense alright.”

“Okay.” said Rain. He turned on Vash. “You, get back inside of her wool space. We’re no longer in the library.”

Vash crossed his bony arms and raised his bony chin. “I do not need to be put back inside that space, I see no need, I am of more use outside.”

“An undead necromancer isn’t going to be particularly appreciated by the city, if anyone sees you bad things are going to happen, and as you told us, especially if the priesthood catches wind of you…” murmured Lyra.

Still, Vash resisted, drawing his arms closer.

“Whether or not that happens seems irrelevant considering the chaos that will happen if the city sees the brute here, both scenarios will very likely lead to my demise. Thus it makes sense for me to be available to help.”

“He doesn’t want to go back into your wool space. He is afraid of it.” said Rain, furrowing his brow in thought. “That is also why he volunteered to help assassinate Lord Wranvyre, he doesn’t actually care about whether Wranvyre lives or not, he just doesn’t want to go back into you and wants an excuse to be allowed to stay outside.”

“That- that is an utterly outrageous lie! I am only trying to make myself useful since I am seemingly attached to escort bayan fındıkzade your fortunes for the foreseeable future. Your success is my success, and that is something I cannot help with trapped alone inside that deafeningly silent place!”

Lyra squinted up at the skeleton. His flame eyes carefully avoided her gaze.

“You can come for now,” said Lyra after a moment.

“He cannot, he needs to go back inside.”

“He- he may be of use, a few rats looking out for anyone, uhm, getting near while we raid the stables…?”

“Yes!” said Vash, seizing on the idea, “That is something I can do that no other can. You need me.”

Rain gave them both a displeased look, lips thinning, but in the end he decided to relent.

—

It was getting dark in the city now, the luminous many coloured moon rising high in the sky.

It wasn’t lost on Lyra that she was currently riding on top of a giant wolf monster who held a Goblin in one arm, while beside them stalked a living skeleton, one boney hand resting awkwardly on Rain’s other arm. She wondered what her parents would think of her these days, she had left the city such a different person, now she was marching with at least two things that would make most people piss themselves in fright. It was a good thing they were invisible.

What she had thought was a stable turned out to be more of a general pen, a huge thing significantly larger than even Lythnia’s stable, one massive rectangular building with multiple floors. Over the front entrance was a sign that said ‘Calum’s general animel storage’.

They passed around the side where Rain crushed the lock and handle of the back door in one paw and let the twisted metal fall to the floor.

He squeezed down inside and entered the pens.

“This isn’t going to work.” growled Rain looking into the dark, the sound of braying or squealing animals filling the air. He had become markedly more feral since they had begun walking, increasingly struggling to control himself with every passing moment, claws twitching.

“Why?”

“We don’t have enough cleaning potions to remove the mess.” Rain paused as he looked around. The pen seemed to offer a shodding service too as there was a backroom separate from the rows and rows of box stalls. “But if it was done in one place…”

He reached out and grabbed for the nearest horse, paw wrapping around its head, then his other paw for another horse.

He quickly pulled the two horses off their feet and disappeared through the wide door. The horses were unable to do a thing as they were dragged bodily across the stable floor, the urgency with which Rain moved showing just how close he was to losing it.

The sounds of horsey panic were quickly cut off in that dark place and then followed the sounds of teeth moving, incising.

Lyra shuddered a little, still not quite used to that. Then she turned and looked at the pens. There were a lot of animals in here, some box stalls were just crammed with horses, others had been converted and filled with pigs or cattle, some had their walls knocked down for more space, more animals. It seemed like the merchants who worked the markets rented space here to keep stock close at hand. For Rain it was a buffet.

Obviously she just had to get all of this through the door Rain had disappeared through.

She blinked in surprise as a horse near Vash bucked backwards in fright when the skeleton took a step closer.

“Ah. That’s how it is. Vash, I have a job for you.”

The skeleton tilted his head in polite question.

“I want you to take your rats and scare all of these animals through that door over there, where Rain is.”

The necromancer considered this.

“You want me to use my legendary ability as a necromancer, the greatest necromancer of his century, to… herd farm animals?”

“Yup.”

“I- That is there is no-” the necromancer sputtered.

“Do you want to go back inside of me?”

“…No.”

Reluctantly, very reluctantly, the necromancer set to work. Rats poured amongst the box stalls, picking apart ropes and harness and locks and soon the animals were spilling out into the main corridor. At one end was a terrifying storm of moving rats and bones, boiling across the floor, at the other was a large open door they could pass through. The choice was easy.

Soon the entire stable was on the move, a solid river of animals pouring into the shodding room. The cattle went through the door, a sound of animal alarm came from within, and then silence.

The stream of cattle continued on, dozens, then over a hundred, cows, pigs, horses all directed inward. The long ramps leading up to the floors above were packed too as it all flowed down. It was a sight to see, a river of bodies filling the space wall to wall all pouring through into one small room at the back of the building. The stables held an incredible amount of stock, it was a popular service masöz bayan after all.

Bit by bit the entire contents of the structure were moved into the back room. Hundreds and hundreds of animals disappearing into that carnivorous place to never come back out.

Then, it was done, and Lyra set about pouring cleaning potions everywhere while trying not to think too hard about what had just happened, and Rain fussed over her wasteful use of potion.

They finished and then they moved onto the next stable, repeating the same process. Skeletons frightened the animals, guiding them into a side room where they were rapidly devoured. Wash, rinse, repeat.

They continued like that until Rain had eaten nearly a thousand and was feeling much better. Animals were never going to be as filling as a leveler or monster, but numbers could somewhat make up for that.

They had to stop, in the end, not because Rain was full but because they were running low on cleaning potions.

—-

The horse-drawn stagecoach was old and worn, the varnish long cracked and peeling in the sun, what had once been a company coat of arms was bleached and barely visible on its doors. In short it looked neglected beyond belief. About the only thing that showed a tiny fraction of a care was the words clumsily painted on the side: ‘inter city trahvel, wun coper a day. Customers reponseble for own protecshon from monsturs.’

With an alarming creak the decrepit thing came to a stop on the side of the street and the dozen or so occupants began to move around as they realised they were at last at their destination and needed to get off, clambering over each other in the small compartment.

There was one person amongst the passengers who the others strained to avoid touching however despite the space being packed so tight. He looked like a normal person, a red haired Elf with well-coifed hair, but then when he turned his disfigurement became visible and the others flinched away. Not a common disfigurement, no, this disfigurement was especially unsettling, unsettling because it made you wonder how the owner was still alive.

Part of his chest had been removed, a huge chunk that had included his right shoulder, part of his rib cage, and presumably a large part of his right lung. Of course that included his entire arm too.

It wasn’t hard to guess how he had managed to survive such a wound. The usual miracle of healing potions, in his case many many many potions frantically splashed against his flesh over and over and over as he lay dying under a table. It had somehow worked, just, the potions sealing of his broken veins, broken muscle, broken flesh, making him whole, just less of a whole.

His extreme disfigurement was something the eye was loath to look at and the other occupants of the cramped stagecoach tried their best to avoid glancing in his direction.

The Elf sniffed at that and pushed past them to get out the door, knocking down an old lady as he kicked and shoved his way out of the stagecoach.

Pity? Their pity was a disgusting insult that should be met with aggression to teach them a lesson.

He took the steps two at a time and stomped down onto the street, the old lady he had knocked over ignored as she struggled on the horse dung strewn cobble.

He closed his eyes and stretched, breathing in free safe air through his nostrils and letting the chaotic turmoil in his guts leave with his long exhalation, his jangling nerves calming for the first time since he had left Lynthia. His breath wasn’t quite what it was, of course, his lung capacity had been permanently reduced and he grew tired quickly, but he was alive, and that was what mattered.

Zack had done it, he was safe, safe in the little town of Silvara. He had escaped that hell on earth, no terrifying wolf monsters or succubuses here, and with Florens so nearby there was no chance either a monster or a succubus could cause trouble. A monster like Fitz would be chewed up and spat out, and a succubus would be smashed dead the instant she was noticed, thank the gods.

The thought gave him comfort. Perhaps he might actually be able to sleep a little tonight.

He opened his eyes and found himself looking at a notice board. Dozens of sheets of paper had been tacked to it. A typical spot for such a thing since the intercity caravans used this street as a drop off point.

He was about to turn away when something caught his eye. A wanted poster more noticeable than the rest, one placed quite visibly at the centre.

It was of a half-woollie-half-elf. Not that would instantly cause him recognition as the drawing was crude, but the name, he knew that name. Lyra.

He unsteadily stepped toward it, lifting his remaining hand and shakily pressing his palm against the poster, her face visible through his spread fingers.

HOW?!

It was her. That evil twisted bitch. The one who had humiliated him, rejected him repeatedly, escort bayan bağcılar had him tossed on a roof for half a day, stolen his chance to pin the town’s problems on Fitz, and then finally had her monster eat his arm and part of his torso.

His fingers tensed, nails scoring lines in the paper.

Was she a criminal from the very start? His hatred was almost gleeful with the thought, killing her would be more than the imagined revenge he had obsessively gnawed at over the days stuck in the cramped stagecoach, now it would be public justice, he would be a hero. Wait, was she here? In Silvara? In Florens? And did that mean… did that mean that Fitz, her wolf, was with her?

He shuddered at the thought. His hope for a restful night of sleep rapidly dwindling to nothing. He very much wanted to kill that sheep girl, but equally, his bone deep fear of her wolf made him want to keep far far away.

The conflicting feelings left him frustratingly torn and his hand formed a fist as he punched the poster as hard as he could. The board shuddered, papers coming loose and drifting to the ground around him. The exertion and anger caused his breath to come rough, his one remaining shoulder rising and falling.

His eyes drifted down the poster, below the fist covering her face, to her name. Her reward.

That was… a very large reward…. A very very large reward. What in the abyss had she done to deserve that?

“You got a problem with the sheep?” slurred a voice.

He stilled and glanced to his side.

A Lapine was slumped against the wall by the board, a ragged cloak drawn up, maybe a dozen empty bottles were scattered around him, the last held in paw, amber liquid sloshing.

Interestingly the rabbit person had no ears. Where there would normally have been a pair of tall velvet black rabbit ears poking from the top of the Lapine’s head there was now… nothing, only two stumps of healed over flesh. The Elf recognised the fresh healing, it was as his own wound: potion healed.

The Elf sniffed.

“You have no idea. I would do anything to see her dead.”

The Lapine slugged from the bottle.

“Hmpph. Good luck with that. S’only me who’s going to find her now. S’only me, just me, no one else, no one else in the whole wide world.”

Zack narrowed his eyes. “What are you saying?”

“She’s got a disguise. A good one.”

He considered this. The Lapine knew something. He paused as something else occurred to him and his eyes moved back to the Lapine’s ears. No, it couldn’t be, could it?”

“Your ears. They were taken recently. Were they… eaten?”

The Lapine stared at him. “A Goblin belonging to that sheep bitch took them… But eaten? No, she said… but she said they were a snack for her wolf…”

A look of dismay appeared on the Lapine’s face as it dawned on him that he was very unlikely to be getting his ears back.

Zack’s pulse sped up. They were here! Somehow the sheep and her wolf had overtaken him on his journey. This was the last time he went with the bottom of the barrel cheapest transportation option he swore to the gods!

Even as those thoughts rushed through his mind he murmured his commiserations to the Lapine. The Lapine’s loss was something he could genuinely sympathise with after all. Then he furrowed his brow in thought. A Goblin? Yes, there had been a Goblin with Lyra and Fitz, a very unslave like Goblin…

“That Goblin, that evil twisted bitch,” spat the Lapine in a mirror to Zack’s hate, paws coming up and strangling the air, as if imagining the Goblin girl was beneath his digits. “I won’t be caught out by some sneaky evolution trick next time.”

“Then you don’t know what the real threat is? I promise you it’s not the sheep, or the Goblin.”

The Lapine looked confused.

“It’s the wolf monster. If anyone wants to take that bounty then the wolf needs to be taken care of, or distracted first, because it is… disturbingly strong, it’s what took my arm.”

“I… remember seeing something like that, a pile of fur fallen through a wall. And afterwards, there were these elves screaming about a wolf as the healer applied the healing to my poor head.”

“Yes, that, if you didn’t see it in action then you don’t know the danger. It’s dangerous enough that it would likely be better to take the sheep and the Goblin away from it when it’s not looking rather than take it on directly, leave it for others to deal with while claiming the bounty.”

The Lapine considered this in his drunken state. “You know a lot about them, and you know my pain. Do you… want to make a deal?”

“What, with you?” Zack looked over the mess of a Lapine and his lip drew up in disgust before he could stifle it and school his expression. Fortunately, the Lapine didn’t seem to notice.

He needed to be calculating. The Lapine could help him find Lyra. That meant he was valuable, despite his unimpressive appearance.

He reached out a hand and the Lapine took it. With difficulty he hauled the Lapine onto his feet. The Lapine wobbled. Caught himself. Then found his balance.

Zack nodded. “Yes, a bounty hunting team. One to kidnap the sheep and the Goblin from right under the wolf monster’s nose.”

“And kill them,” muttered the Lapine.

“Of course. You can call me Zack.”

“Tudor Black,” said Tudor.

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Date Night

I’ve seen other authors do this, and figured it’s probably a good idea. This entire series is based on a Tumblr post that asked the question “What would you do if you woke up as your WoW toon?” I took it one step further and asked “What would happen if Everyone that ever played WoW woke up as their main (most played) character?”

We’re ignoring the mass hysteria, clinical studies, lawsuits, and other nonsense that the real world would react with, and assuming that the mundane populace notices, but mostly doesn’t seem to care much about the changelings.

Getting dressed to go grocery shopping was a drag; cut-offs, a loose tank top, flip-flops and Wayfarers was a dressed up as I was getting. Pauli opted for Bermies and a Polo shirt…with flip-flops and Wayfarers. Keeping my mind on what we’d be doing later made the trip to the supermarket bearable. We picked up what we needed and hurried home to get some of the longer prep time items going. Sweet potatoes wrapped in foil and started baking – check. Broccoli cut up and ready to steam – check. Pork ribs separated into manageable portions – check. And with what was left of the time before the Bartender showed up, I whipped up some tasty cupcakes. Another in-game recipe that makes you happy.

The Bartender arrived looking very professional. Her black pencil skirt hugged her curves, and the cream colored blouse she had paired with it was only buttoned enough to maintain propriety in the work-place. Pauli let her in and they kissed their hellos while I put the ribs together. Ordinarily, the prep time for ribs would be very long with the rub, the low heat baking, and the making of the sauce from the drippings. But, I didn’t have to go through that. The in-game recipes took less than a minute per serving to put together, as long as I had a cooking fire/stove/pot, I could make food that not only nourished the body, but also gave the person eating the food extra stamina, and raised their spirits!

“What smells so good?” asked the Bartender as she followed her nose into the kitchen.

“Everything” I replied, as I plated the last of the food.

“Wow” she said, “you two must have slaved away at this all day.”

“Not quite” said Pauli, “we only just picked up the fixin’s about an hour ago.”

She looked at the ribs on the plate with skepticism and then looked at me. I just shrugged.

“That’s how the magic works sometimes” I said.

We sat around the table and chatted as we ate. I could see when the effects of the food hit them. Pauli was expecting it, so it wasn’t a big surprise to him. The Bartender, on the other hand, really had no idea that the ribs we were feeding her would do anything other than fill her belly.

“Woah” she said, when the food buff hit, “I feel…different…better!”

She looked at the two of us with narrowed eyes, “You two didn’t slip me anything did you?”

“No” I responded, “not exactly, anyway. The food you’re eating is from an in-game recipe, it provides a stamina and spirit buff.”

“Meaning?” she asked.

Pauli answered “Meaning you can ‘go’ for longer and feel better about doing it.”

The Bartender looked at me again.

I nodded, “Yeah, that pretty much sums it up. And we have cupcakes for desert – they make you happy.”

We finished dinner, and the Bartender started asking questions about what other in-game things would affect mundane humans.

“You could make so much money selling stuff like this, it would put a lot of pharmaceutical companies out of business” she said.

“I think the presence of magical healing in the world is already doing that” I replied, but I filed the thought away for future reference.

We adjourned to the couch with full glasses of wine and high spirits.

“I don’t think we’re following the three beer rule tonight” I said.

“Probably not” replied the Bartender, raising her glass “I don’t see any reason to drink anything else when I’m already feeling so fucking good!”

Pauli nodded and smiled “You should have been here earlier, I got to sample a taste of Eni’s herbal supplements!”

“Is that what you kids are calling it these days” she said, grinning wickedly.

“I mean, I sampled some of that, too” replied Pauli, “but I’m literally talking about stuff she mixes up using weeds and magic.”

“It’s not magic” I corrected him, “it’s Alchemy, and they’re not ‘weeds’ they’re Herbs.”

“Isn’t Alchemy turning lead into gold?” asked the Bartender.

“Iron” I said, “with escort bayan çapa the knowledge I have I can turn iron into gold, not lead.”

“So that’s where your money comes from!” said Pauli.

“Some of it” I said, “the rest shall remain my own personal business.”

“So, what else did you ‘sample’, Pauli?” asked the Bartender

“Y’know, a little of this, a little of that” he answered cautiously.

“You guys fucked didn’t you” said the Bartender, “and you didn’t even send me any pictures?”

“Well, the second time, one of us was a little caught up in the moment” I replied, nudging Pauli.

“The second time?” the Bartender looked as us, pouting, “Did you leave anything for me?”

“Well, that’s kinda what the special food was for” I said, “I’m certain Pauli has enough ‘fuel’ in the tank to take care of business tonight.”

“And if he doesn’t?” asked the Bartender.

“I got something special tucked away” I replied, “but I don’t want to use it if we don’t have to.”

“Yeah” said Pauli, “the crash from the herbal stuff is rough.”

“Okay then” said the Bartender, “it seems that you two degenerates owe me some orgasms!”

“Are you saying it’s Nekkid Time?” Pauli asked.

“It’s been nekkid time since I got here” she replied, “I just thought it would be nice to remain dressed for dinner.”

“Well alrighty then” I said, as I pulled my tank top off “I didn’t really want to put on clothes today anyway!”

The Bartender took another sip from her wine glass and then stood and unbuttoned her skirt. With a shimmy and a tug, the smooth fabric slid over her hips and fell to the floor. She was not wearing anything underneath.

“You dirty girl” said Pauli, “have you been going commando all day?”

She smiled wickedly “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

I stripped out of my cut-offs and stepped toward her “Lemme help you with those buttons” I said as my nimble fingers made short work of her blouse.

Soon she was standing in only her bra, stockings and heels. I stood behind her completely nude unfastening the hook and eye closure on her bra. Pauli had pulled off his polo shirt and wriggled out of his bermies while remaining seated on the couch.

The Bartender sighed in relief as the lacy, underwire bra fell away, “So much better” she said and leaned back into my bosom. The height difference between us put her head directly between my breasts. She reached up and grabbed two handfuls of tits, gently kneading the soft blue flesh. My hands were busy, massaging the creases in her flesh left by the lacy undergarment.

Pauli stood and moved over to us. The Bartender, now sandwiched between Pauli and me, moaned softly as Pauli pressed his body against hers and kissed her deeply. He was hard already, his cock throbbing against her tummy. I moved one hand from the Bartender’s tanned flesh and stroked Pauli’s back. He broke their kiss and turned his head slightly, sucking one of my pale lavender colored nipples between his lips. I groaned in pleasure, and the Bartender spread her legs and pushed backward with her bottom, rubbing herself against my thigh, while she placed wet kisses on Pauli’s neck and chest. One of her hands had moved between herself and Pauli, and was gently stroking his hard-on.

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear “I thought I was supposed to be the sammich tonight.”

She grinned “You’ll get your turn, mamma’s had a long day and needs some attention!”

Pauli had spent his time working his way down her magnificent body. Kissing and sucking on her sensitive flesh until he was kneeling before the Temple of the Goddess. He used his lips and tongue to tease her, kissing and nibbling on her inner thighs without ever doing more than breathing hotly on her exposed sex. After a few minutes of this, she was leaning heavily against me, her legs quivering with her arousal. I had wrapped my arms around her, as much to feel her body pressed to mine as to support her while Pauli continued to worship.

When he stopped teasing and started eating her like a starving man, her body jolted. I knew she was riding out her climax on his face.

“Ooohh fuuuck!” she gasped, as she ground her hips back and forth. Her hands were on Pauli’s head, fingers buried in his short hair. She had raised one leg, and planted her foot on the edge of the couch to give him better access to the center of her. I continued to support her while she came on his tongue.

She had to push him away, though escort gecelik I know he would have gladly continued to eat her out. “It’s too much” she panted, “I’m too sensitive right now!”

“Okay then, shall I carry you into the bedroom?” I asked, not waiting for an answer before scooping her up in my arms.

She threw an arm around my neck and laid her head on my breast as I carried her. Pauli followed, his raging hard-on standing proudly erect. When I laid her on the bed, she scooted to the far side and patted the middle.

“You lay down here” she instructed, “that way both Pauli and me can have access to your big blue ass!”

I did as instructed, and she immediately started kissing me and fondling my tits. Her lips pressed to mine, her tongue in my mouth, probing, teasing. Her small hands squeezing the soft flesh of my breasts, tugging on my nipples. It felt divine! Even more so when I felt Pauli’s lips on my thighs, his hot breath on my tender skin, his tongue delving into the already slick folds at the center of me. Both of them moved over my body, fondling, kissing, sucking on my increasingly sensitive skin.

Four hands and two tongues

Hot breath on my aroused flesh

Orgasm rising

The haiku was the last coherent thought I had before my climax rendered conscious thought impossible. I rode out my orgasm on Pauli’s tongue, my moans of pleasure were muffled by the Bartender’s lips pressed to my own. My hands moved of their own volition, one clenching the sheet I lay on, the other roaming over the Bartender’s luscious body. My body was the sea, waves of pleasure crashing through me, full of life! My mind soared high above, a bird carried to dizzying new heights by the storm of sensations coursing through me. I kissed the stars, feeling their white heat, and I swear I was embraced by the Goddess Elune before beginning the slow descent back to the mortal plane.

I was sobbing uncontrollably, at the same time smiling while tears ran freely from my softly glowing eyes. I had to push Pauli away and clench my thighs shut, feeling my sex slick between my legs. I pulled the bartender closer, wanting to feel the warmth of her skin against my own. Pauli sat up, grinning, his face covered in my arousal.

“You okay there, Hooker?” he asked brightly.

I could only nod and laugh. My brain wouldn’t form the words, and my mouth couldn’t have replied anyway. So I lay on the bed, laughing, with tears of joy streaming down my face.

“I think we broke her” said the Bartender, her eyes sparkling, “dunno how she’s gonna handle the DP if the foreplay takes her brain away.”

She slid out of bed and grabbed the dildo and straps from where it was hanging. Once again, she inserted the “pusher” end of the rig inside her, and then buckled the straps. I could see her skin blush as she walked toward the bed with the pusher moving inside her at every step.

I struggled to form words “…th-thought I…was w-wearing the…Strap…this time.”

“Aww, aren’t you just adorable” she said, “no more thinking for you tonight, sweety, only feeling!”

She moved onto the bed and knelt by my head.

“We are gonna fuck you so good tonight, Eni” she said as she brushed the head of the dildo against my lips, “now open up and suck this dick!”

My lips parted and the silicone tool slid into my mouth. While I was sucking on the dildo, I could feel her hand on my tit, squeezing, massaging, teasing my erect nipple. I felt Pauli’s hand on my other tit, the skin on his palm was rougher than the Bartenders. I felt the bed move and opened my eyes, Pauli and the Bartender were kneeling on opposite sides of my head. As I watched, he leaned over and kissed her deeply. His hard cock throbbing only inches from my lips. I released the dildo from my mouth and reached for Pauli’s cock. The Bartender whimpered as I slid my hand up the back of her thigh and grabbed a handful of her shapely ass. Pauli groaned as I wrapped my lips around his glans and sucked him into my mouth.

I felt the Bartender pull away from me and move on the bed. I sucked Pauli deeper into my mouth, feeling the hot flesh of his cock on my tongue and pushing against the back of my throat. The Bartender had moved to the bottom of the bed and was encouraging me to spread my legs for her. I surrendered, and let her move in between my legs. I was still soaked, as she grabbed me behind my knees and pushed my legs upward. I could feel the head of the dong nudging toward the center escort bayan florya of me.

Pauli grunted and pulled his cock away from me.

“You keep doing what your doing, and I’m gonna paint your face, instead of your ass.” he said.

I gasped as I felt the Bartender push the toy past my labia, and thrust it deep inside me.

“Oh Goddess, YES!” I cried as I felt myself stretched around the Bartender’s tool.

Pauli moved off the bed and slid up behind the Bartender and pressing his meat between her buns.

“Hey!” she said, grinning, “I’m not the one getting the double-team tonight!” Even so, she pushed back against him as she pulled back for another long thrust into me.

“That’s fine” he said, “but you should probably switch places with her, so I have someplace other than your ass to put this”, he bounced his dick off her curvy bottom a couple of times before stepping backwards.

I rolled us over, keeping her silicon cock embedded in me as best I could, while changing our position. Now I was on top. The fake dick buried balls deep In my pussy as I ground down on the Bartender. I leaned forward and kissed her deeply, completely exposing my ass to Pauli. The Bartender moaned into my mouth as I moved on top of her. The pusher end of the dong must have been hitting all the right spots, because I felt her fingernails dig into my back. At the same time, I felt a cool sensation on my ass hole. Pauli had lubed himself up and was now working the lube into my ass with one…no…two fingers. I moaned with the Bartender as I felt him press the spongy head of his cock into my asshole for the second time today.

This was it. I was filled. My eyes opened wide as I felt Pauli’s length slide into my back door. The Bartender grinned at me, knowing what I was feeling.

“It’s pretty amazing isn’t it?” she asked, not really expecting an answer.

I nodded and smiled back at her before tossing my hair over my shoulder and looking back at Pauli. I winked at him and lightly bit my lower lip, “You’re not gonna be gentle with me are you?” I asked, knowing what I wanted the answer to be.

I felt his hands tighten their grip on my hips as he pulled me to him. I felt him moving inside me, only thin flesh between his cock and the Bartenders toy. The strap-on in my pussy made my asshole feel so much tighter. I felt pleasantly stretched around my lover’s cocks.

I wish that I could tell you exactly how it felt to be thoroughly fucked in both holes by people that I loved and cared about. I wish I could describe in great detail exactly what sensations surged through my body as I rode the Bartender’s toy from one orgasmic peak to the next. I wish I had the words to communicate the incredible sensation of my best friend in the world riding my ass to his own, very satisfying orgasm.

But I can’t. Because as soon as we all started moving together my brain may as well have turned into jelly. I could not hope to recount the number and intensity of the orgasms that I experienced. There’s no way in heaven or hell that I could even attempt to remember, much less write down, in any way that matters, the complete and utter destruction of my psyche that happened in that bed, on that night.

The first coherent thought that came to me after Pauli was done pumping his seed deep into my ass, what that I now understood why it had taken so long for the Bartender to recover when she had been the center of attention. I could hear the voices of my lovers, but I could not make sense of the words. I must have been grinning like the cat that ate the canary because the Bartender just lay beneath me smiling up with her hands on my thighs. Somehow I had managed to hold myself up so that I hadn’t smothered her with my tits.

I felt Pauli’s hands working to free the strap from the snug holes in which it was currently embedded.

I heard someone say “three” and felt an immediate sense of emptiness as Pauli removed the unstrapped strap-on from me and his girl friend. I collapsed to the side, careful not to drop all of my weight onto the Bartender. I could only hear her voice now, cooing, low and comforting as she sat up and stroked my hair. I was crying again, but not from pain. My brain was just overloaded with sensory information. I lay on the bed quivering with the aftershocks of our lovemaking.

The next thing I remember was feeling a warm body pressed against my back. I could feel the comforter laid over me, and a moment of clarity revealed that Pauli was being the big spoon for the Bartender who was being the “big” spoon for me. I could hear Pauli snoring softly, and I could feel the Bartender’s breath on my neck, even as her arm was wrapped around my chest. It was very cozy, so I just accepted that this was how things were now and went back to sleep. Another week, I thought to myself as I drifted off. I’ll stay another week.

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Elunara dodged and came down hard with her staff, knocking her opponent to the ground. “Come on, girl. You can do better than this. I’ve taught you better.”

Lydia jumped up and launched at Elunara. Elunara dodged harmlessly and kicked Lydia down. Lydia rubbed her face and pulled her hand away, wincing at the blood.

Elunara held out her hand. “I can understand burying yourself in your work, but not at the expense of your heart.”

Lydia took Elunara’s hand and was pulled to standing. “I guess I’m not myself today.” She sighed.

“Want to talk about it?” Elunara tossed her staff back on the rack.

“Can we?” Lydia sighed and tucked her staff onto her back.

“Let’s go to my house.”

At the house, Lydia hissed and recoiled.

“Take it like a man.” Elunara snorted. “I have to clean it out. I can’t just heal it, because if I heal it with shit in your face, you’ll just fester.”

“Fucking stings.” She grit her teeth.

“Damn don’t it.” Elunara snorted.

“Figured you’d be used to it by now.”

“I’m used to a lot of things. You didn’t come here to talk about that.”

“No.” Lydia sighed. “It’s about Bradly.”

“I’ve been hearing all about the three of you.” Elunara put her fingers under Lydia’s chin. “You’re making a mess of things, girly.”

Lydia winced. “So he told you about the library?”

Elunara’s eyebrows shot up. “No.”

“Well…” Lydia explained the exchange.

Elunara sighed and leaned back on the couch. “A complete mess.”

“Now, I’m just so confused.” Lydia put her hands in her lap.

“The problem is that you three have been close since you were kids. Everyone has been expecting the three of you to hook up in some random pattern or another. Even Bradly has thought he was going to marry you since he was eight or nine. Darguni has always been completely oblivious, but with our family claiming relatives left and right, and sticking to it… when he decided you were his sister, that was just IT.”

“That much is obvious.” Lydia grumbled.

“What you and Bradly failed to do, was to understand what you actually want in a relationship. Bradly was just stuck on it being you. You were busy doing the right thing, and staying out of the mess. However, you’re twenty two years old, and all of your friends are in relationships. Darguni is pulling “a me”, and fucking any girl willing to spread her legs. That’s his gimmick in life right now, and he’s pretty happy with it. I agree that it’ll take a woman like Grogek to finally bring Darguni to his knees. Most likely, he’ll still be pulling “a me” for years to come.

But, that’s where Darguni is above and beyond you and Bradly. He KNOWS what he wants, and it’s NOT a relationship. Bradly now has to figure out what he wants in a woman, and you’ll have to figure out what you want in a man. Hell, in a person. Who knows, maybe that’s another assumption.”

Lydia considered. “What if I wanted to give women a shot?”

“Then that’s what you want.” Elunara shrugged and stretched.

She tugged her legs up on to the couch. “I don’t think that’s it either.”

“If you eliminate an option, you’re one step closer to knowing what you WILL want.”

Lydia sighed and put her chin on her knees. “If I wanted a woman, there’s only one I’d ever consider. So, that’s out.”

“Who’s to say?” Elunara pulled out her board and began to sketch.

“Because she wouldn’t. I absolutely know she wouldn’t.”

“Have you spoken to her?” Elunara adjusted her angle and sketched Lydia.

“Oh, I speak to her plenty.”

“But, about the topic?”

“Not… exactly.” Lydia sighed and raked her fingers through her hair.

“Then, how do you know?” Her eyes flicked back and forth, as she quickly captured Lydia on paper.

With half a laugh, Lydia turned her face. “Because it’s you.”

Elunara paused only briefly. “Ah.”

“Yeah, “Ah.”.” Lydia sighed.

“You do realize that you’re practically my daughter, right?”

“Exactly.” Lydia put her chin back on her knees. “I’ve fantasized about you for years, but honestly, I knew that men are where I want to escort kurtköy be. You are the only female I have had even the slightest attraction to, and I know full well it’s because of all you have done for me. Ever so often, I wonder if you’d…” Lydia rocked her head back and forth. “Break me in, so to speak. At this moment, I’m still a virgin. When I heard about… Darguni’s reputation…” She blushed and buried her face against her knees.

“Just like everyone else in my life, you’ve gotten yourself into a mess.”

“Don’t laugh.” She whimpered.

“I’m not, sweetie.” Elunara sighed. “I don’t know what to tell you, other than to follow your heart. However, first you must figure out what your heart really wants.” Elunara brushed Lydia’s hair back. “I don’t know that I can give you what you want.”

Lydia turned bright red and stood up. “I have to go!” She ran out of the house.

Elunara just sighed.

Susan walked in and blinked. “Was that Lydia?”

“Yeah, she’s just confused right now.” Elunara ran a hand over Susan’s massive belly. “How are my girls?”

“Ugh, I feel like a riverbeast. I hope she doesn’t get much bigger.”

“Sorry sweetie, you’ve got three months left.”

Susan whimpered.

Lydia ran without thinking. When she finally stopped, she was surprised to find herself in front of her mother’s door. She sighed. Well, her mother had been so sad since Lydia’s father died in the war… perhaps a mother daughter chat would cheer her. Lydia stepped up to the door and knocked.

Thinking that maybe her mother had gone out, she decided to wait inside. Pushing open the door, she gasped and ran forward. “Mother!” She dropped down and put her hands on the crumpled form. She began to scream.

Elunara’s ears pricked. Without a word, she bolted out of the house and followed the sound of screaming. Lydia was down to dull whimpers by time Elunara came through the door. She knelt and put her hands on Linda’s body.

“SAVE HER!” Lydia screamed. “Please, please…” She whimpered.

“Sweetie, she’s beyond my capabilities…”

“NO!”

Elunara shook her head. “She’s gone, sweetheart.”

Lydia screamed and clung to her mother’s body.

Elunara pried her off and tugged Lydia into her lap. “I’m so sorry. Linda was my friend and I wish I could save her, one last time, but her spirit has already passed into the nether. Even I cannot retrieve her at this point.”

Lydia tried to jump and run, but Elunara clung to her. “NO! LET ME GO!”

“No.” Elunara tightened her hold on Lydia. “I won’t. I won’t let you grieve alone.”

“Oh, Momma.” Lydia whimpered.

At the funeral, Bradly and Darguni stood on either side of Lydia, their arms wrapped around her.

“Don’t worry, we’re here.” Bradly sighed.

“We’ll always be here for you.” Darguni nodded.

“I remember when my dad died. It still hurts sometimes.” Bradly nodded. “But, I had Momma and then Jordan.”

“Yeah, you have our Momma. Well, she’s always kind of been your momma anyway.”

Lydia sighed. “Yeah, I guess.” She bit her lip. “I was so busy trying to get Elunara to be my mother, that I didn’t give my own mother enough credit… and now she’s gone.”

“I didn’t either.” Bradly said quietly. “He was never there, and I didn’t realize how much I’d miss him until after…”

Elunara reached out and put her hand on Lydia’s shoulder. She jolted, before going blank. Bradly and Darguni looked between the two. “Momma looks like she does when Elune takes over…” Darguni frowned.

“Yeah, but so does Lydia…” Bradly frowned.

“What the hell?” Elunara looked around.

“Where are we?” Lydia spun in circles, having a major panic attack.

“This is a new one, Elune.”

“I thought I’d do you a favor.” Elune smiled and pointed.

A golden orb hung there between them. “Lydia?” It whispered.

“Momma?” Lydia put her hands to her chest. “Is it really you?”

“Elune has retrieved me from the nether, but it pulls at me.” The orb shivered. “Lydia, oh, my dear sweet baby. I had hoped bodrum eskort to see you in your wedding gown… but I guess I never will.”

Tears streamed down Lydia’s face. “Oh, Momma…”

“Elune has allowed me to say, that it has finally come to pass. I knew, deep in my heart, that you were just as much Elunara’s, as you were mine. I told her ages ago, that I was making her your godmother. That, should anything befall Thomas and me, that SHE would be your mother. Well, I guess she IS your mother now…” The light flashed repeatedly, before Linda had form again. “I just… I just want one last hug…”

Lydia threw herself at Linda. “Oh, Momma. I love you so much.”

“I know, baby. I love you too.” Linda faded to light, before dispersing.

Lydia grabbed frantically at the points of light. “MOMMA!”

Elune sighed. “I’m sorry, that was all the time I could borrow.”

They broke free of the space, and Lydia collapsed to her knees, screaming in anguish. Elunara wrapped her arms around the girl. “Come on sweetheart, let’s get you home.”

Elunara closed the door to the bedroom and sighed. “Lydia’s going to stay with us now. I’ve already sent for her things.”

Darguni sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Gods, I feel so bad for her. I’ve… I’ve never had to deal with this kind of loss.”

Bradly sighed. “I have.”

“I don’t know if what Elune did was good or not. It…” Elunara shook her head.

Bradly shrugged. “I can’t tell you if it would have helped me at all.”

Days later, Elunara sat on the couch and worked on her commissions. Lydia came out of the bedroom rubbing her eye. “Time is it?” She mumbled.

“Just after two.”

“I can’t believe I slept so late.”

“You’ve spent more time crying than sleeping in the past few days, my little love.”

Lydia sighed. “Can I…?”

“Curl up under my arm? Yes.”

Lydia climbed on the couch and curled up under Elunara’s arm. “I’m just so…”

“Confused?”

“Yeah.” She sighed.

“Not uncommon. I assure you.”

“Thank you for letting me move in.”

“You’re family. If you want, you can take the bedroom at the top of Bradly and Darguni’s little tower. You’ll have complete privacy and a nice view.”

“I might.”

“The boys haven’t used it since they were kids.”

“Hm.”

Elunara ran her hand over Lydia’s hip. “I’m not trying to force you to take it, just letting you know.”

Lydia watched Elunara draw for a long time. “Your work has always been amazing, but I never knew how fast you were at it.”

“I get faster as I practice. I figure I’ll reach a zenith eventually.”

Lydia giggled. “Cute pun.”

Elunara grinned. “Good to hear that sound.”

“So, I’ve been thinking…” Lydia absently ran her hand on Elunara’s leg. “I don’t think I…” She shifted. “well, I don’t think I’m… like that.”

Elunara rolled her eyes. “Love, “that” could mean about fifty bajillion things, what ARE you talking about?”

Lydia blushed. “I don’t think I’m… female set.” She sighed. “I don’t want to have sex with you.”

“I’m glad you’ve figured that part out.”

“But, I would like your instruction.”

Elunara cocked a brow. “Really now?”

Lydia nodded. “You’re the expert after all. I think… once I figure out what I want… I’d rather be prepared.”

“Now, that I can help you with.” Elunara leaned forward and dug in a drawer. She tossed a metal object in Lydia’s lap.

Lydia stared at the thing. “What?”

“That is a dick. That’s a small one, nice little beginner.”

“They… come in different sizes?”

“Oh, my dear girl.” Elunara laughed. She tucked her board away and opened a different drawer. “They range from this.” She held up a small one. “To this.” She held up Grogek’s.

Lydia scrambled back. “HOLY…!”

“Yes, they go in your holes.” Elunara laughed. “This one is Grogek. Now, I haven’t put my hands on it, but I can assure you, Darguni is about the same size.”

Lydia shrank back. “Uh, NO. Just… NO.” She turned red. “I… one time I kinda escort göztepe snuck around so I could see when he… um… peed… but I never saw the WHOLE thing.”

“Naughty, naughty girl.” Elunara laughed.

“I was curious.” Lydia stared at the one in her lap.

“Should have asked first, girly.” Elunara laughed.

“GODS! Why are so many girls bragging about…?” She slapped her hands to her mouth.

Elunara cackled. “I already know about that one.” She tapped her finger to her chin. “Here’s a fascinating bit of news… I think some of them are making it up.”

“They…”

“Because Darguni is honest with me, you know our rules. He has more quitters than completers.”

“Hm.” Lydia mimicked the gesture. “How can I tell who’s lying or not?”

“Are they hobbling?” Elunara snorted. “Honestly, I can’t tell you without being faced with them.” She dug in the drawer. “This is your standard human male.”

Lydia ran her hand on it. “So… Bradly?”

“Yes.”

“Huh.”

“This one… is Jordan.” Elunara winked as she held up a different one.

Lydia blushed. “I take it you knew…”

“Pfft, you were SO obvious, child.”

She held the two together. “Oh, Jordan’s is… bigger.”

“That it is.”

“How do you have these?”

“I did cast moldings. My husbands cater to my whims.”

Lydia reluctantly handed the Jordan one back.

“Don’t even THINK about THAT one. He may not see you as I do, but he still can’t get his dick hard for anyone other than me.”

“Why IS that?” Lydia cocked her head to the side. “I’m not after him… I never really was. He was yours and I wasn’t going to take what is yours. I just always wondered… why?”

“He can’t even answer that one.” Elunara shrugged. “He tried for years to find a girl, but every time he got to the bed, he couldn’t get hard. He thought he was impotent, women thought he was secretly gay. This went on for ages. He felt he’d die single. Then Renwa decided that the best way to loosen him up; was to send him to me. Not only did he get hard… well, he couldn’t keep his hands off of me.” Elunara shrugged. “Except, he had a major obstacle in his way… Grogek. Or so he thought. Thinking he could never have me, he tried other women again, only to figure out that the ONLY way he could get hard, was to fantasize about ME. Deciding it was cruel to other women, he gave up again.

I didn’t even realize this was going on. He was right under my nose, and I thought he hated me. I thought he was gay for Renwa. When Zelinnia came around, she found the evidence that had been staring me in the face. Curious, I approached him, only to discover that he was eating himself alive over me. I told him to follow his heart… and here we are.”

“Wow…” Lydia sighed. “Let me guess… Bradly thought he had the same thing with me…”

“Bingo.”

She groaned.

“The major difference; is the fact that Bradly never tried. He just decided you were his Elunara…”

“Damn it, Bradly.” Lydia muttered.

The door opened, and Bradly walked in.

Lydia shoved the thing in her lap behind her back.

“Uh, did I interrupt?”

“Sorry, I forgot to put out the sign.” Elunara popped open her board. “You know, son of mine, I have yet to figure out why you have such miraculous timing.”

“Huh?” He raked his fingers through his hair. “I just came by to see if Lydia was feeling better.”

“Yes. Much.” She flushed as her fingers fiddled with the metal object in the hand behind her back. “I’m fine.”

He sighed. “Look, I know what I said.” He held out the box. “Accept it or not, but it’s still your birthday present.

She took the box. “Well, it is a pretty necklace.” Letting go of the hidden object, she put both hands on the box. “Thank you, Bradly.” She smiled at him.

He grinned at her. “What are you hiding anyway?” He reached out.

Elunara grabbed his wrist. “No.”

“But…”

“No.” Elunara shook her head.

He blushed. “Oh.” Straightening up, he bowed, before turning and leaving in a hurry.

Lydia buried her face in her hands. “Oh, GODS that was embarrassing!”

Elunara cackled. “Now, do you need me to show you how to use it?”

“No, thank you. I’m going to go to my room and quietly die.” She got halfway to the room, before doubling back and snatching the metal dick off the couch.

As the door closed, Elunara laughed so hard, she stopped making noise.

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The following morning, Jordan groaned as he sat up in bed. Rubbing his shoulder, he cracked his neck. “How Grogek manages to recover from these bouts, I will never know.”

Elunara giggled. “Usually, he just takes it out on his trainees. But these days…” She sat up behind him, her belly pushing into his back, as she massaged his back and shoulders, pouring her healing energy into him.

His groans changed tone and his eyes rolled up. “That’s the ticket.”

Kissing his shoulder, she grinned. “We could go again.”

“Ahh, my dick is begging for a reprieve.”

“Poor baby. I could kiss it and make it better.”

“Well, maybe just once.”

A small knock on the door had them both wincing. Jordan grabbed his blanket and put it over his crotch. Elunara opened the door. “Mommy, can we go see daddy now?” Emaline was already dressed.

“Of course, little sweet. Let me get dressed.” Elunara closed the door behind her and went to the big room. Grogek and Tulani watched her walk in. Susan had apparently already gone to deal with her children. Elunara got dressed. “I’ll be back tonight.” She winked.

———

Together, Elunara and Emaline made their way into the Keep. Varian was sitting in his throne, chin propped up on his fist. Elunara and Varian’s eyes met, and she saw the deep sorrow within. Without breaking eye contact, she marched over to him, straddled his lap, and grabbed his chin. Pulling his face to hers, she laid her lips on his whisper soft. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands going up the back of her shirt. She pressed in deeper and took control of his mouth, dancing and teasing. Slipping her tongue into his mouth, she tangled their tongues, before tracing his teeth. In and out she darted her tongue, while his hands explored her back and butt.

A cough did not intrude on their thoughts as they devoured one another. Elunara slid her arms back around his neck and crushed her fingers into his hair. The cough was louder, more insistent, but still they ignored it. Varian’s finger slid down the crack of her ass, and she rocked her hips. Both of his hands were now on her ass, squeezing and massaging.

“Do you really want to do this here?”

Varian broke free of Elunara’s mouth. “Go away, Greymane.” He recaptured Elunara’s mouth with his own.

“You do realize your daughter is watching.”

Rolling his eyes, Varian broke away from Elunara’s mouth again. “She’s seen her parents kiss.”

“I highly doubt that is where you two are going with this.”

Elunara grinned at Varian. “He’s got a point.”

“Fine.” Varian grabbed Elunara and stood up. He carried her into the bedroom and closed the door with his foot. Sitting Elunara gently on the bed, he let his armor crash to the floor where it may. His hands found her cheeks and his mouth returned to hers.

Trailing down her neck, his fingers brushed against her skin, down to her shirt, they brushed the tops of her breasts. Still, he travelled down further, his hands cupping her belly, as they continued to devour each other. He broke the contact and knelt in front of her. Taking off her shirt, he kissed her large belly. Moving next to the pants, he pulled these off with agonizing slowness. She leaned back and propped her hands on the bed. Reaching under her belly, he stroked his fingers through those wet folds beneath. Sliding in his fingers, he stroked deep within, as he used the back of his hand to stroke the inside of her thigh. Pumping his fingers in and out, he ran his lips up and down her thigh, sucking and licking. She groaned and tried to reach for his head.

He switched legs and worked his way down to her ankle. He tormented her skin with his mouth and tongue, tracing patterns and swirls as she gasped and grabbed at him. When she was dripping down his hand, he stood up and guided himself into those waiting folds. She lifted her hands, and he took them, holding on to her hands as he rocked his hips in and out, careful, and slow. He thrust in deep, slipping and sliding in that wet heat, as her insides sucked at him. Little by little, he increased his pace, working her slowly and fully, before giving into to his own torment. She cried his name as her heels dug into his ass.

Bending down, he brushed his lips against her belly. She giggled. “That kind of tickles.”

“Oh, does it?” He repeated the motion while she wiggled.

“Bad!”

He grinned at her. “I like tormenting my goddess.”

“You seem in better spirits.” She grinned back.

“Just a little. My wife tends to know what I need.”

Brushing her fingers on his cheek, she smiled. “Good.” She struggled to sit up. He grabbed her hands and helped her. “Emaline wants to learn to fight.”

“She does, does she?” He murmured.

Elunara sighed and rubbed her belly. “She still takes the blame not offered.”

“Then let her join the juniors. Children who want to defend themselves, should be able to.”

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she laid her head on his chest. “Good, ’cause I already told her she could.”

They walked out of the bedroom, hand escort levent in hand. Emaline ran up to them and wrapped her arms around Varian’s waist. “I love you, daddy.”

Varian scooped her up and put her on his hip. “I hear you want to join the junior fighters.”

“I want to be strong, daddy.” She laid her head on his chest.

“And that’s what you’ll do, my dear.”

“Come on, little sweet, let’s go buy you some pants.”

Varian sat Emaline down.

“Alright, mommy.”

After a trip to the tailor, the pair went to Jerry and Louis. They waved at her and met her halfway there. “Any news?”

She shook her head. “Anyway, I’m here to make a special request.”

“You don’t ask us for favors very often.”

“I want you to train Emaline to join the juniors.”

“But…”

“I know the juniors don’t take new kids until they’re eleven, but we have an extenuating circumstance. I’d like for you to train her personally, until I can. Then when I’m back in shape to train her, I’ll take over until she is eleven and can join officially.”

Louis looked at Jerry. “We did the same for Ralphie, and he’s better for it. And Elunara doesn’t ask us for favors.”

Jerry nodded. “We can start right now.”

Elunara gave Emaline a little push. “Don’t worry, little sweet, the Generals are the best at what they do. You’ll be strong enough to fight with me in no time.”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Meanwhile, how’s everything going with you two? I guess I should say three, since you have Ralphie now.”

“Ralphie is one of our strongest fighters now.” The pride in Jerry’s voice was evident.

“He asks about his grandma a lot.” Louis’s smile was sad. “He wants to come visit you, and fight for you, but we’ve told him you’ve been very busy.”

“He’s free to come up to the Keep whenever he wants. But he’s too young to fight for us.”

“Other than that, things are good. Mom would be up at the Keep every day to wail at you, but we’ve convinced her that it would do more harm than good.” Jerry shook his head.

“You are a blessing.” Elunara rolled her eyes. “How are they, other than that?”

“Good! Mom’s just blossomed since she married Lucy.”

“I’m glad. Well, take care of my little girl. I’m going to go checking up on everyone else in my family.”

After Elunara left, Jerry turned to Louis. “You notice it too?”

Louis eyed Emaline examining the staves on the rack. He turned back to Jerry and lowered his voice. “I hate knowing Elunara is capable of crying.”

—

Elunara sat on the platform between Susan and Katie. “How are my lovely ladies?”

Susan smiled down from her canvas. “Doing well, thank you.”

“Where’s the kids?”

Susan nodded towards the junior fighters. “Grogash is enjoying training with Lily and Dargek. And the girls are at their friend’s house for a tea party. Tina is, of course, at Zelinnia’s working on paperwork.”

Katie cuddled Enwoo. “I wrote some more on my story; I’m just taking a break.”

“Good girl.”

Elunara signaled Darguni. At break he jogged over. “What’s up? Is it the babies?”

She laughed and wiggled her feet. “No, I just wanted to see how my oldest was doing.”

He eyed her for a moment. “Pretty good, actually. I have a beautiful wife, kids that make me happy, and a job I couldn’t have asked for. I honestly think nothing could be better. Why?”

“Can’t a mother check in on her son from time to time?”

“Mom. What’s wrong?”

She shook her head and wiped at her eyes. “I think pregnancy emotions are getting to me, and it doesn’t help that I feel like I’m neglecting all of you while we worry over Anduin.”

He tugged her down from the platform and crushed her in a hug. “Mom, we know. We understand. Varian needs you more than we do. It’s just like when all of our children were taken. Our children were gone for a few days. Anduin has been gone for weeks and the reports are… disastrous.”

Elunara wrapped her arms around him. “It would kill me if anything happened to you.”

Bradley jogged over. “What’s wrong?”

“Mom needs hugs.” Darguni released her.

She laughed when Bradley wrapped his arms around her as well. “We love you, mom.”

“Alright, alright. How are things with you, Bradley? And where is little Casey?”

“With Evelyn at the shop. You can go say hi to her. She’ll probably try to steal your new earrings.”

“Evelyn or Casey?”

“Yes.” Bradley laughed.

“I’m going to go hug a small child. Bye, babies.”

“We’re not babies.” Both said at once.

Elunara hugged them both. “You’re MY babies.”

Finding the jeweler’s shop, Elunara walked in and looked around. Her eyes were drawn to the artfully decorated displays.

“Can I help you?” The polite smile belied the obvious nerves.

“I’m looking for Evelyn.”

“Oh! She’s in the back, I’ll go get her.” The keeper curtsied and disappeared.

Rolling her eyes, Elunara went back to eyeing a display of necklaces.

Evelyn stuck her head out. “Elunara! What are you escort bayan bodrum doing here?”

“I just wanted to see how you were doing and play with little Casey.”

“Right, of course.” She ducked back into the back of the shop, before coming out with a hefty three-year-old. “Here she is!”

Elunara held out her hands and Casey fell into her grasp, giggling. Elunara hefted the child on to her hip. “Hi, there!” She cuddled the child.

“Pretty!” Casey patted Elunara’s hair. She reached up and grabbed Elunara’s earring.

“Ack! NO!” Elunara grabbed Casey’s hand and dislodged it from her ear.

Evelyn giggled. “She’s got her mother’s eye for shiny things.” Moving closer, Evelyn cocked her head to the side. “Oh! How pretty!” She reached up to fondle the earring.

“Magpies, the both of you!” Elunara laughed. She nodded to the case by the door. “Can I get that necklace?”

After leaving the pair, Elunara headed down to the amphitheater. Lydia was standing below the stage conducting a number of children into a harmonic song. “Becca. Becca, softer please. You can have a solo another time.” The child in question lowered her voice.

“Granma!” Upon seeing Elunara, Lani started waving her hand.

Lydia turned and smiled. “Hey, momma. You don’t get down here that often.”

“I’ve come to see you and the grandkids. How are things going?”

“Pretty good. Though Becca seems to want to be our breakout star today.” Lydia eyed the group.

A girl Elunara assumed was Becca began to giggle.

Lani and Wenrietta bounced off the stage and wrapped themselves around Elunara’s waist. She knelt carefully and wrapped her arms around them. “There’s my girls.”

“I’m amazed you can do that, when I was your size, I kept falling over.”

“Believe me, it still takes effort.” Elunara wobbled as she straightened up.

“Where’s Ema?”

“She wants to join the Juniors. Jerry and Louis are taking over until I can.”

Lydia frowned.

“I know.” Elunara raked her fingers through her hair. “She blames herself SO much.”

“For what, grandma?”

Elunara brushed Lani’s hair out of her face. “For not being able to stop Anduin from being captured.”

“But… that’s not FAIR!”

“No, it’s not.” Elunara shook her head. “And I can’t help her other than letting her come to terms with it in her own way.”

—

Elunara’s next stop was Renwa’s office. She opened the door and grinned. “I love the rate at which you two ravish each other.”

“Elunara!” Zelinnia tugged her boobs back into her dress. “Would you knock?”

“What fun is that?” Elunara grinned at the pair of them as she rubbed her belly.

“What brings you this way?” Renwa did not move his hands from under Zelinnia’s skirt.

“I’ve been wandering around checking on my lovely family. Since this mess happened, I feel like I’m neglecting everyone.”

Zelinnia slid out on Renwa’s lap and went to Elunara. She wrapped her arms around her best friend. “We could never feel neglected by you.”

“Good lord, woman, you work yourself to the ground, and we all know it.” Renwa shook his head.

Elunara shrugged. “I am who I am. Now, anyway.” Shaking her head, she turned her attention to Zelinnia. “I know you’re probably running her ragged, but I wanted to speak to Tina while I was here.”

Zelinnia snorted. “It’s her lunch hour, and at least SHE knows to stay away for the hour…”

Elunara winked. “Hey now, I get invited sometimes.”

A knock on the door had everyone turning. Elunara reached over and snagged the door.

Tina blinked at Elunara. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you had company, I’ll come back.”

“Actually, you’re just who I came to see.”

With a gasp, Tina’s eyes went wide, and tears began to stream down her face. “I…”

Cocking her head to the side, Elunara blinked at Tina. “Are you okay?”

“I knew this day would come; I knew it was coming. I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t mean for it to happen!”

“Whoa, whoa, hold on, what’s the matter? What did you not mean to happen?”

“The children! I didn’t know Lisa was like that, I had no idea. Please don’t throw me out. I have no where else to go!” Tina began to wail.

Elunara held her hands up for peace. “Now, wait just a minute. I have no intention of kicking you out.”

“You… you don’t?” Tina sniffled.

“I can’t believe I didn’t realize you were harboring so much guilt over Lisa.” With a sigh, Elunara raked her fingers through her hair. “Listen, you can’t guess crazy, and I’m not going to remove you from the house because you didn’t.”

“Y-you’re not?”

“No, Tina. I’m not.”

Tina threw her arms around Elunara’s neck. “Thank you! Thank you! It’ll never happen agaaaiin.”

“How would you know? I mean, I can teach you how to look out for cultist activities, but they’re generally good at hiding–“

Tina shook her head violently. “I’ll never bring anyone into the house ever again.”

“Tina, Sweetie, you can’t stop dating just because of one bad relationship.”

“I escort fulya can’t. I just can’t, it’s not worth the risk!”

“Oh, yes, it is. Love is always worth the risk.”

“But…”

“No buts. Tina, I actually manage to like the way you go whole hog into your bad decisions but isolating yourself just to protect the family is not one of them. If it’ll make you feel better, bring them to me, let me vet the dates you bring home. Hell, apply for one of my match making schemes. I’ll find you a match, male, female, or neither, just let me know and I’ll go digging.”

“Maybe…”

—

Elunara made her way down to Tulani’s studio. She opened the door and blinked. “I hope that elaborate thing is not mine.”

Tulani laughed and continued pinning fabric. “No, this is Carla’s wedding dress.”

“Carla? Of lovelorn fame?”

“She and Ryan have been roped into getting married. They’re both not sure, but I think they’re adorable together.”

“I’ll be damned.”

“Your first dress is hanging over there by the door.” Tulani gestured with her chin.

Sinea bounced in her playpen. “Maaaama!”

“Hello, littlest!” Elunara began to undress. She grabbed the dress by the door and pulled it over her head. Spreading the skirt, she looked down. “It’s lovely! And comfy. I like it.”

“I’m glad.” Eyeing the package sitting on Elunara’s other clothes, she cocked her head to the side. “What’s that?”

Elunara picked it up and tossed it to Tulani.

Tulani caught it, fingers still pinching pins. She stuck the pins in a pin cushion, before unwrapping the gift. Opening the box, she gasped. “What a pretty necklace.”

“For you, my lovely.” Elunara rubbed her belly. “I saw it in Evelyn’s shop this morning and I knew just what to do with it.”

“Thank you so much.”

Walking behind Tulani she helped her wife to put on the necklace. Elunara kissed Tulani’s neck. “How about we put Sinea down for a nap and I make sweet love to my little wife.”

“I like this plan.”

Elunara scooped the child out of the playpen and cuddled her to her cheek. Sinea flopped her head back and forth and whacked Elunara with a horn. “Ow!”

“Yeah, watch out, she does that lately.”

“Like a little ram, she is.”

“Maamaa!” Sinea grabbed a handful of Elunara’s hair and yanked.

“Alright, now you’re definitely going to bed.”

“No bed! Play!”

On the way out of the studio, Elunara began to sing. Halfway up the stairs, Sinea began swaying with the song, and by time they reached the bedroom, Sinea was out.

Tulani giggled. “Boy, do I envy that. Usually, I let her play herself out. Which usually makes her a cranky beast.”

Elunara tucked the child into her crib. Closing the door, Elunara turned to Tulani. “Now, what are we going to do with you, hm?” Lifting one hand, she ran her fingertips under Tulani’s chin. “My precious girl.” She pressed her lips against Tulani’s.

“Not so much a girl anymore.”

“You’re still MY girl.” Elunara gently kissed Tulani again.

“Only you could make me feel twenty again, in the best possible way.”

“Good.” Elunara took Tulani’s hand and pulled her into the bedroom. Cupping her chin with both hands, Elunara pulled Tulani’s face to hers. Tulani put her hands on Elunara’s arms, and together they tangled their mouths together in that familiar mating dance. Elunara was never as aggressive with Tulani as she was with anyone else, but still her attentions left Tulani’s dark blue lips puffy and swollen. Elunara’s hands traveled down Tulani’s neck to the edges of her dress at her shoulders. She pushed it back and mumbled into Tulani’s mouth.

“What?”

“I said, I like when your dresses are easy to access.” Elunara tugged the dress open and down. When Tulani’s breasts came free of the dress, and Elunara bent down and took the nipple of one into her mouth, while pinching and squeezing the other. Tulani laid her head back and groaned. Her hands went to Elunara’s dress and began to edge up the skirt. She tugged the dress up and over. Elunara pushed Tulani’s dress down. When they were both naked, they danced over to the bed.

Elunara gently pushed Tulani down into the bed. Tulani laid back, and Elunara climbed in after her. For the longest time, Elunara laid on top of Tulani, just savoring the taste of her mouth. Soon she began to move her mouth down the other woman’s neck, moving to her shoulder, placing her lips on Tulani’s throat. She trailed her lips along the collarbone, before moving down to the skin of the breast. With one hand she worked her fingers through those slick folds, pressing a finger up inside. She made her way to the nipple and gently suckled. Tulani writhed and groaned, her legs coming up to either side of Elunara. Her hoof dug into the top of the bed.

Moving again, Elunara ran her lips to the underside of the breast, sucking and nipping ever so softly. Still, she moved, down the belly and to the soft hairs. She pressed her lips above those hairs, before moving yet again. Using both of her thumbs, she opened Tulani up and licked her flat. Tulani gasped and grabbed at Elunara’s ears. Elunara licked that wet center, sliding her fingers through the folds, and pressing her two fingers up into that wet heat. She found that spot that drove Tulani mad and rubbed and pushed at it until the woman was bucking in her hand. Elunara chuckled. “That’s my girl.”

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