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Nearly a dozen people sat in the room where Ythes lay on the bier, dressed in robes of purest silk, her skin milky white, her hair burnished and beautiful. A few of the attendees murmured to each other in hushed, subdued conversations. Others sat quietly, staring at the blonde corpse as if in shock.

Here and there a quiet sob broke out, or a hasty tear was wiped away.

“Where’s that damned priestess? Why are all god-speakers always late?” Demanded a burly female, who by her grayish-green skin tone and her strong features had more than a drop of orc blood in her veins. For all that, she was not wholly unattractive, and when she rose to her feet and paced the length of the room, her tigerish grace and tense power was obvious.

“Sit down, Once.” Said a red-bearded dwarf in the front row, his face in his hands. “There’s no hurry. She’s not going anywhere.’ The gruff voice nearly faded away at the last, and the face never left the hands.

A man in the same row looked over at him. The mourners were dressed in their finest funeral clothing. Of all those present, only this man wore armor, chain and plate with a tabard that proclaimed him a priest of Tyr. He looked as if he were about to speak, then returned his silent gaze to the corpse.

Suddenly, a woman swept through the door, tall and dynamic, in robes of blue and silver, her long hair sweeping down beyond her waist in vibrant red waves. She was accompanied by two other women in similar robes, both young and beautiful, carrying bundles and baskets. The Priestess smiled dazzlingly at the gathering as she walked to the front of the room.

As her assistants started setting out equipment from the baskets, the woman took control of the audience.

“Greetings, friends, and May the Goddess be with you. I am Celinethe, high priestess of the Goddess in the city.’ She turned to face the bier, and was silent for a moment before turning back to the crowd. “We gather to say farewell to our friend Ythes of the sunlit hair as she ascends to the realm of the Goddess whose faith she has followed since childhood. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the Goddess Tethys, let me assure you- the rumors you have heard are true.’

She smiled impishly, but her eyes were intense. “In the name of the Goddess, there will be – among other things- fornication here tonight. There will be things that might offend members of other, less …permissive faiths. When the music of the flute begins, and I shoot the ceremonial arrow into the eave to summon the Goddess, those of you who might be offended should go. The Goddess shows little tolerance for intolerance, and she can teach a cruel lesson.”

“But that said; let us take a moment to share our remembrances of our friend. Remember the good things, and do not dwell on the bad: she will soon be home with the Goddess, and the Goddess watches over her own well.”

She glanced around the room. “I see we have a fellow priest here, a follower of the war-god. What is your name brother, and how did you come to know Ythes?”

The war-priest rose, a man of above average height, with short cropped hair graying at the temples. “I am Arcus. We journeyed for more than a year across the deserts and mountains of the south. I never knew a more faithful companion outside of the brotherhood.” He said, and sat down.

Celinethe nodded and smiled warmly at him, her eyes going elsewhere in the room. A trio of Halflings sat at the end of one row, huddled together with red eyes. “And you three- how did you come to know our friend?’

The female Halfling looked up, arms around both her companions’ shoulders as they broke down into sobs. “We was friends of hers from around town, mostly. We sort of belonged to the same, um… Social Club, and we worked a few gigs together. She was the salt of the earth, and we’d like to be part of any action that goes towards avenging her.”

“Damned right we would.” One of the other Halflings muttered.

Celinethe nodded again, smiling sadly. “And what exactly happened to her? She looks so beautiful, and there is no apparent mark on her. Were any here present when she fell?”

A red-headed youth rose somewhat unsteadily to his feet, and nudged an even younger looking youth to join him, though this one was nearly a head taller. The red-head wore fine robes with arcane sigils and emblems sewn into the trim- a wizard by the look of him. The tawny haired giant wore the pelt of some great spotted cat at an angle over his linen kilt, and kept his head downcast, not meeting anyone’s eyes.

“We were with her.” The red-head said. “I’m Thaeus, and this is Bynwulf. We took a contract to protect a research expedition as they probed an ancient ruin. There was undead about, we figured we could deal with them, but there was something else there, something worse. It was always in shadow, and you could feel its power. We fought and ran through the ruins for days, trying to get away. Then, when we were busy with skeletons of giants and escort bayan çapa zombie ogres- there was a big green flash behind us, and Ythes was dead, just like that. Bynwulf threw her over his shoulder and we ran like school boys. None of the researchers survived, as far as I know.”

“A lich, then?” asked the dwarf, eyes blazing with anger. “Where did this take place? I’ll have its dried out skull for piss-pot.”

“Could have been a vampire-lord” said the Half Orc called Once. “I heard there was an army of undead forming in the Catarrh wilds, led by vampires. Were you up North, by the Catarrh?

“Leave that for another time, my friends.” The Priestess said. “I see my assistants are prepared, and we’ll begin the ceremony with a moments pause for quiet reflection as the sacred candles are lit. If you feel you must leave, feel free to go at any time, but please- do so in silence.”

Moving with deliberate slowness, Celinethe moved to the four candles that had been place in the corners of the room. East, then West, North, then South, all were lit by a wave of her fingers over the wick. The candles were over three feet tall, and decidedly phallic shaped, each standing upright without a holder. They produced both a heavy smoke that wafted towards the ceiling, and a pungent, incense-like odor.

With that same deliberation, the Priestess picked up a bow and arrow and walked to the bier. “We call to the Goddess to welcome her own to your fold. Divine Archer, this arrow flies over the heart of your subject to bring you forth.” She drew the bow smoothly and shot the arrow directly over the corpse and into the lintel of the doorway, where it quivered with the force of the shot. She looked slowly and deeply at the crowd, her glance seeming to rest on each person. A richly clad couple rose quietly and left with a respectful nod. Celinethe waited till they were gone, then arched and eyebrow and smiled warmly.

Celinethe nodded, and one of her assistants began to play a soft, piping melody on a flute of pure gold. The other strode slowly and majestically to the front of the crowd, wearing only a length of purest linen wrapped about her young, vibrant body. One perfect beast was bared by the makeshift garment and most of her leg and thigh on the other side as well.

Celinethe raised her hands imploringly. “Divine Wanton, we call on you to welcome one of your own to your fold.” She dropped her eyes to the crowd again. The incense and the music was already having its desired effect- eyes were riveted on the half-naked priestess, who had fallen to her knees and was swaying slowly to the music, her eyes closed and an expression on her lovely face that could best be described as half ecstatic, half lustful.

“A volunteer is required for the re-enactment of the Goddess’ seduction of the God Horus. The Goddess calls upon…..you.” She pointed to the young barbarian, Bynwulf. The youth started in his seat, then suddenly his eyes glazed over and a beatific smile grew on his face as he rose.

“The Goddess is with us.” Celinethe said aloud in an awed tone. She knew well the signs, but had never experienced the Presence with so little preliminary effort. She had expected to have to go through an actual seduction of the youth before he joined willingly in the ceremony.

But instead he strode firmly to the front of the crowd and struck the correct pose as if he had rehearsed the ceremony for the long months it took to perfect it among most acolytes.

Celinethe also noted the impressive tent forming beneath his kilt. The Goddess was strong tonight, indeed! She knew her own role well, and recited the next of her lines in a throbbing, seductive voice: “Horus was proud in his glory, having defeated his foes and drove them before him. He had taken prisoners, and among them was a fallen deva named Felinad, whom Horus had sentenced to death, The Goddess wished to spare Felinad this fate, for she knew the circumstances of his fall, and wanted him for an avatar.”

“But Horus was stern in his denial- the deva had been a doughty foe, and cost Horus many followers of his own.” At this, Bynwulf/Horus planted his hands on his hips and tossed his head haughtily. A soft glow seemed to suffuse him.

Celinethe continued: “The Goddess made obeisance to Horus, but his heart remained hard. Yet as he gazed upon the goddess prostrate before him, he felt another sort of hardness within himself as well.”

The acolyte threw herself to the floor before Bynwulf/Horus and writhed sinuously. An audible gasp rose from the crowd, and Celinethe smiled, Sweat was already forming on a few brows, and those who knew each other in the crowd bustled closer together without realizing it.

She noted one couple who she knew from other events- followers of the Goddess, or at least of her ceremonies. They probably didn’t even know the deceased, she thought, but just came for the show. Not that the Goddess cared. Already escort gecelik the woman had the man’s erect dick out and was stroking it slowly as she stared at the scene enacting in front of them.

She continued her recital: “Horus was moved to listen again to the Goddess’ pleas, and he considered her arguments thoughtfully.”

The acolyte crawled lithely to the youth/god, and her supplicating hands worked their way slowly, caressingly up his legs to the protrusion beneath his kilt. More gasps came from the crowd as she freed the youth/god’s cock. The Goddess had chosen well tonight- the youth was exceedingly well endowed, as befitted a young god. Still, the acolyte took the entire length and girth into her throat in one smooth swallow. She had trained well, Celinethe noted, a warm stirring in her own nether regions as she remembered some of that training.

The Acolyte began to work slowly and sensuously on the object of her worship. The Goddess was now close upon them, and Celinethe saw to her approval that nobody in the audience was now unmoved: even the Priest of Tyr was unconsciously rubbing his crotch beneath his cod piece. Elsewhere, the Halfling woman was stroking both her male companions as they each massaged one of her breasts.

The half orc woman was leaning forward against the back row of chairs as the red headed wizard plumbed her cunt with long strokes, and the dwarf was thrusting the woman from the anonymous couple up and down on his prick as she bent forward, sucking off her man. All eyes were glued on the scene of the divine fellatio before them. Celinethe again marveled at the suddenness and efficacy of the Goddess tonight, the like of which she had never experienced. She let the sheer power of the Goddess bask over her, and she felt herself orgasm gently, dedicating the throbbing in her cunt back towards her Goddess with whispered thanks to She who blessed all present with her erotic power

Suddenly, the barbarian/god shouted aloud, and the Acolyte pulled off his glistening rod as it shot long ropes of cum in high arcs across the room. Celinethe was shocked- this was certainly not as scripted, and on a night where the Goddess was so clearly in control such an event was the last thing she would have expected to happen. Bynwulf/Horus’ orgasm was echoed across the room as everyone present was granted residual orgasms of their own, and soft grunts and gasps filled the air. Even the flutist was momentarily overcome by the wave of sexual energy.

But Celinethe was staring in shock at the body on the Bier. When Bynwulf/Horus had come, the ejaculate had landed squarely on the corpse- and produced a flinch!

“Goddess!” She shouted aloud, confused and awed. Necromancy was anathema to Tethys- surely this had some other meaning? She peered closely at the body, praying to the Goddess beneath her breath as she studied the body carefully.

She whirled suddenly. The crowd was staring curiously at her, eyes still partially glazed with lust, but also with a gleam of curiosity. She pointed at the red-haired wizard, who still stood with his prick embedded in the half-orc’s cunt. “You! Idiot! And you!” she shifted her finger to the still-erect Bynwulf, who was shaking his head unsteadily, as if coming out of a daze. “This girl isn’t dead. She isn’t even hurt. She’s in some sort of magically induced coma.”

The crowd gasped, and they all gathered close around the body of Ythes. The shots of semen had struck her on her cheeks and hair, but most of it pooled on her breast, staining the silk of the robes she wore.

Arcus stared intently at Ythes, and then turned, trembling in rage on the hapless pair of young adventurers. “You fools! If this had been a ceremony of Tyr, she would have been in the fire by now!” He roared.

Muttering and curses were uttered across the room, and Thaeus and Bynwulf began to back away nervously. Celinethe frowned, and then smiled. The presence of the goddess was still strong.

“Brothers! Sisters! The Goddess has intervened. We now have but to follow her will, and Ythes will rise among us again.” She nodded at the flautist, who began to play again, and with a practiced shrug Celinethe shrugged out of her priestly robes. With a whispered spell, her naked skin took on a dim glow, and her nipples rose to jut out like small pricks.

She strode sinuously to where Thaeus and Bynwulf stood should to shoulder, and grabbed both of their now semi-erect cocks, which like every other occupant of the room was still exposed from the activities of moments before.

“”The Goddess has shown us the way- cover Ythes with the evidence of your passion!” She cried, and led both men forward to the bier by their pricks. With surprising ease, she lifted Thaeus to a sitting position on the edge of the bier, and then swooped to envelope his rising cock in her mouth. She swayed her lovely ass enticingly, and with a growl Bynwulf moved forward, grasping escort bayan florya at her hips as he guided his cock towards her puffy-lipped cunt.

The crowd paused a moment, and then hostility and anger melted away, replaced by the Goddess-inspired lust. Eyes that were smoldering with anger glazed slightly with passion, and hands groped for each other. Within moments, the bier was surrounded by an orgy of diving proportions. As was often her experience in the Goddess’ festivals, Celinethe’s perceptions became a series of disjointed impressions, as if time were playing tricks on her, starting and stopping again.

Celinethe paused at the top of the wizards cock to glance around her. The war-priest was furiously plowing into the half-orc, whose muscular arms and legs were wrapped around him like cords of rope. The dwarf had his bearded face buried in the crotch of her Acolyte, who was simultaneously gulping on the surprisingly large cock of one of the Halflings. The Halfling woman was likewise riding the pole of the human man, whose wife sat on his face as she gobbled at the cock of the other Halfling.

Celinethe began to hum a chant as she stroked and sucked on the red-haired youth’s meat, the same tune as the flute played. Body’s suddenly shifted around the bier- another cock replaced the barbarians’ in her cunt, and she saw a Halfling slap the half-orcs’ ass sharply as he plunged into her asshole, the unnamed human man now in her mouth. The barbarian youth who was moments before in her cunt was now pumping his gleaming cock furiously between the Acolytes’ tits as the human woman ate hungrily at her cunt. Behind her, the dwarf’s bald pate gleamed with sweat as he plowed her furrow heartily. The unnamed human male was laying on his back, his cock deep in the Halfling female’s cunt, while the other Halfling male was maneuvering into position to pop her asshole. Celinethe smiled as she realized the cock filling her cunt so amply belonged to the Priest of Tyr. She murmured a quick spell known only to the highest circles of the Goddess’ worshippers, and her cunt flowed with magic. Arcus screamed aloud in ecstasy as the sensations of heat and cold and twirling, grabbing flesh ripped a prolonged orgasm from him. When it finally ended, he fell to his knees weakly, trembling on the floor. She smiled again: chalk one up for Tethys, she mused.

She finally decided the moment was right, and resumed her hummed tune around the wizards cock. Except for the war-priest, all the participants began to build simultaneously towards orgasm. She controlled the timing like a master conductor, and when she finally let the wizard shoot deep into her throat, it was as if a switch were thrown. Groans and moans filled the room as the orgasms hit.

On the bier, Ythes moaned as well, and her legs parted and came up to a flexed position, though her eyes remained closed and her chest did not move with breath.

“Quickly- someone mount her!” Ordered Ythes. The men in the room looked at each other haplessly, each fresh from orgasm, their cocks dwindling rapidly. Could the Goddess be so cruel? Wondered Celinethe.

But the half orc shouldered her way to the end of the bier and crawled up between Ythes’ thighs. “I’ll hold the fort till reinforcements come.” She said sarcastically as she pulled the linen robes aside and dove at the exposed blonde slit before her. “Ah, she is warm and as sweet as ever.” Once noted.

Celinethe took control again. With a critical eye, she waved the men into a line, all standing shoulder to shoulder facing the scene on the bier. She doubted the war-priest would rise again any time soon- her own spell had drained him deeply, but except for the dwarf, the others were all young and strong, and should rise again soon. With a little help.

She pointed the Acolyte, the human and women and the Halfling to kneeling positions, each between two males. “Get them ready. The Goddess will bless her that raises the first mast, and the first man ready for action will be doubly blessed.”

She turned to the bier. The orc was perched on her knees, her head bobbing as she lapped at the cunt of the comatose woman. Celinethe smiled, noting the fluids dripping enticingly from the orcs own orifices, which were displayed nicely. Walking playfully forward, she cast a glance over her shoulder at the men as she placed a gentle hand on the half-orc’s ass. “Ooh, she’s been rode hard and put away wet, hasn’t she, boys? Who’s cum is this dripping out of her cunt?”

Celinethe leaned forward and with a long, pointed tongue licked delicately at the puffy cunt lips. “Mmm. A nice mix. And whose is this?” She licked again, this time at the cum oozing from the asshole. She heard a groan from the men behind her, and she felt the half-orc tremble at her touch.

“Keep lapping at the pussy, Once,’ reminded Celinethe. “It won’t be long now: the boys are coming along fine.”

Several cocks were beginning to show signs of life now, and the women were busily bobbing from cock to cock, urging them all to life. She teasingly moved a long finger up and down Once’s slit, in full view of all the men, whose eyes were glued to the digit. She slowly inserted it all the way in and as slowly removed it, then placed the glistening member into her mouth. “Mmm-mmm. I think I’ll have another taste of that.”

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—

Bianca stared openly at the man she’d claimed. He sat on her bed, a walking contradiction.

Well, a seated contradiction.

The latch around his neck prevented him from reaching the Verve, but Bianca could tell he could surge — the echo of it surrounded him so strongly at times it was hard to look away.

He was a man…and yet he smelled good.

He had long, white lashes, but dark-gray, intelligent eyes.

Beautiful, full lips, but he refused to speak.

A sinewy build on a gawky frame, but the subtle grace of hidden strength.

His gaze openly roved her body, and yet when she moved to touch him, he turned away.

She couldn’t bring herself to force herself upon him, whatever her sisters said of men always being willing, even at the point of a knife. She refused to believe it was herself. She’d seen men adjust themselves in the heat of battle with her, blood leaving their brain to travel south.

“What’s your name?” she tried once more. His chin jutted out in stubborn anger, and she sighed. At least he hasn’t tried to escape, yet.

It had been two days since she’d claimed him. She’d lead her raiding party back across the rift, into Am’thon. She’d fed him, combed him, tried to bathe him through continuous refusal, and otherwise kept him within her sight. She pursed her lips.

An enigma.

***

Artem was at a loss to know what to do. He was emotionally empty, cut off from his only natural weapon and captive to perhaps the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

She’d saved his life.

She had also ordered the destruction of his village, the death of Callahan.

Callahan…

Artem shoved the pain down deep.

They had brought him back trussed up, separate from the rest of the men of the village. He’d only seen one or two of the older warriors, clearly in shock. Artem hoped the women and children had gotten away.

Bianca, his captor, had removed his blindfold and told him her name this morning. She’d given him food. Well, spoon-fed him, really. Some sort of stew that he didn’t want to admit actually tasted decent.

Then she’d combed his hair and even tried to wash him before undoing most of his bindings. Not his hands, though. They remained lashed together. Not to mention the advances she had made.

Artem swallowed. His body responded to hers, no matter how much he tried to cut himself off from her beauty. Those eyes…

Even now they watched him carefully. A certain, cunning truculence lurked behind them, an alluring lethality that warned him what this woman was capable of, despite her youth. She couldn’t be much older than himself.

He still couldn’t seem to touch the Verve, despite it having been more than long enough for him to have fully recovered. He wasn’t exactly sure how many days had passed, for he’d been blindfolded the majority of it, but at most two.

Artem worried that maybe he had pulled too deep, too quickly, burned himself out.

Callahan warned against something like that.

Raw pain flared deep in his being again, and once more he pushed it down.

“Ma’thala!” a voice called from outside the tent. Still, Bianca watched him. She spoke.

“I will leave you on your own to grieve. I understand you must make your peace. I…” she trailed off in her lilting accent, her voice like a spring mountain stream. Beautiful, clearcut. Cold. She sighed, and Artem caught a look of open consternation on her face for a moment before she stood up gracefully from her stool.

Artem tore his gaze away to stop from staring. He looked at the floor, but her figure refused to leave his mind’s eye. She was wearing little more than a long woolen undershirt that he could tell, and it did little to hide her natural, physical endowments. He tried looking back up at her face and became suddenly lost again in large, honey-brown eyes surrounded by gold-russet skin. He had to shut his own eyes to escape. She clearly had little shame, no modesty.

The guard called for Bianca once more, and she exhaled in — frustration? Artem couldn’t tell.

What was he going to do?

***

There was a certain allure to the man. His gaze had a quiet intensity as it roved the room, noting details and specifics, sometimes even closing, but always returning to Bianca. He reminded her of a certain wild animal she’d once encountered once in the far north, where the sky cried in frozen tears.

“I suppose I’ll call you Tiri, then. Short for Tiriganiarjuk.” Bianca murmured, more to herself than to the man. He still didn’t speak.

She nodded to herself. Tiri. Bianca still couldn’t quite gauge what he was thinking, but at least now he had a suitable name. She turned, a small part of her enjoying the way his eyes followed her body as she headed to the entrance of the tent. She drew the entrance flaps, following the voice of her attendant.

Elmina stood six paces away, ledger in-hand. She was a short one, Elmina. Of seventeen escort bayan sarıyer winters, almost ready for ceremony and Bianca’s current understudy. Bianca liked her. She found her sharp of wit, and though a little lacking in strength, very capable regardless.

Bianca strode past and Elimina fell in step with her.

“The Council Elders want to speak with you,” Elmina spoke quickly.

“Of course they do,” Bianca muttered sourly.

“They want to know about the man you’ve chosen and if he’s a suitable mate, among other things.”

“That’s my business.” Bianca scowled. Now that she finally had chosen a Ghulam, they were going to be picky about it?

“Oh, yes. I’m sure the Council will agree,” Elmina replied dryly. Bianca gave her a sharp look. “Ma’thala,” she added quickly. She bit her lip.

Probably trying to gauge why I’m so irritable this morning, Bianca thought.

“What made you choose him, anyway? I mean, he barely has any meat on his bones.”

This made Bianca groan.

“Not you, too.”

“I’m only joking, Ma’thala,” Elmina snickered, “just repeating what I heard from Palema.”

Bianca rolled her eyes. They had only walked a few more steps before Elmina spoke again.

“Have you bedded him yet?” Elmina asked, staring straight ahead.

“Elmina!”

“What? I was merely curious.” Elmina maintained an innocuous expression, face forward.

“Was?”

“Well, the answer is clearly no. But with someone of your…” she looked Bianca up and down, “…stature, I’m sure he’d be more than willing.”

“You’re not old enough for this conversation,” Bianca huffed. Elmina frowned.

“Oh?” Elmina cast Bianca a puzzled glance. “I’ve hit a sore spot, which can only mean…” She stopped walking. “You’ve already made advances?”

Bianca didn’t answer and refused to stop. She remembered his face when she’d touched his thigh…the lust, the need…

…then the horror, the rejection. Bianca scowled again. Strode faster. Elmina hurried to catch back up.

“He rejected you?” she whispered.

Again Bianca sighed, scowl fading slightly. This girl was a perceptive little monster. Bianca was a little afraid of what she’d be in a few years.

“Yes,” she admitted haltingly. Elmina wisely stayed quiet. They walked a few more steps.

“I honestly don’t know what to do with him.”

“That answer is easy enough,” Elmina replied confidently.

Bianca glanced at her questioningly.

“Seduce him,” she said.

“Oh? And you know all about that, do you?” Bianca asked, raising an eyebrow. Elmina blushed.

They arrived at the dispatch tent, and the guards there drew the drapes back for her.

“Thank you, most wise one. I’ll ask for your advice later on such matters,” Bianca said, and the girl’s face colored further.

“Ma’thala.” Elimna saluted fist to shoulder across heart, palm down, and turned on her heel to walk away.

Serves her right. Little monster, Bianca mused, giving a small smile. Although…perhaps I will ask for her advice on this again later.

Just for ideas, of course.

She made her way into the dispatch tent.

—

Artem sat bound on a cot in his captor’s tent, mostly nude, breathing deeply with his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. He focused on the swirl of energy that he could feel through his body and searched every nook, every crack, every crevice in his mind for access to the Verve. He instinctively clawed at where the barrier should be, finding nothing but what felt like mental mud. He dug through the slog, searching, pulling, seething.

It’s no use!

Frustration broke through his calm for a moment and he jerked violently against his restraints, causing fresh scabbing to crack, blood gliding down the backs of his hands and dripping onto the floor.

Useless, useless, useless!

He wanted to scream, to cry, to try and run, but he could feel the two Am’thon outside. Or rather, the one, channeling, but they were always in pairs. Unless he could figure out how to tap back into the Verve…

He had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with the unusual collar around his throat. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it. Though he’d mostly been kept separate from the other men, he’d seen it on them, too. It looked like a simple pendant on a rope, metallic.

It irritated him immensely. It was itchy, but it also felt distinctly…wrong.

Artem shuffled to the edge of the cot, trying to hook the collar on the wooden frame. It refused to catch, sliding over the glossy finish. He grunted, continuing despite the minimal odds of success, pouring his frustration into the task.

A noise outside the tent froze him mid-attempt. Artem quickly straightened, closing his eyes in meditative fashion.

When nobody entered, Artem cracked an eye. Only the sight of the tent flaps fluttering slightly in the wind greeted him. escort azeri Except…the thrumming of the Verve nearby. It sounded different. Was it closer now?

Artem froze, barely daring to breathe as silver parted the entrance to the tent. He knew that knife.

The mask of the she-demon that had chased him that night slid slowly into the tent, the holes in its eyes wholly focused on him. Artem struggled to suppress the fear that latched onto his every muscle, speeding up his heart. He could see her through his eyelashes. She cocked her head at him but he stayed frozen, feigning nescience. She crept forward, face covered by the silver mask. As she got closer Artem saw how grotesque it really was. A heinous smile under those upturned, laughing eyes. It took all he had not to shudder. He saw the knife flip casually in her hand, of the same ilk as the one Artem used to attack the two women yesterday.

The same one that had murdered Galid.

Artem’s blood began pumping with rage as well as fear. He stayed stock still, but inside he was scrabbling for purchase against the block that kept him from the Verve. fuck, fuck, FUCK.

Artem let her approach, unmoving. He’d only get one chance.

“I know you can see me, little boy.”

Artem’s blood turned to ice.

“I can hear your little heart beating like a drum. Look at me.”

Artem opened his eyes fully. The demon crouched in front of him, reaching a hand out to caress his face. Sheer, all-black robes draped over a tight-fitting gray leotard that hugged rounded hips and an ample chest, leaving long muscular thighs bare beneath the dark material.

“That’s better,” she chuckled. The she-demon raised the blade to his neck slowly, almost gently, and an idea popped into Artem’s head. A very stupid idea.

He felt the edge line up against his artery and stiffened involuntarily.

“Be sensible, little boy.” The mask leaned in, the whisper caressing his ear. “I can cut you free. I just have a few questions.”

Artem began to tremble. The knife felt cold against his neck, sucking out the warmth from his body. He didn’t speak.

“Did you tell your new mistress about me?” Another sensual whisper. She reached out to stroke his hair with her other hand, tilting her head.

It dawned on him that this woman was somehow divided from the other Am’thon, though clearly one herself. Artem swallowed.

“Be a good little boy, now.” She pressed him back into the cot, lifting a knee to sidle up along his inner thigh as she mounted him. Long, dark brown hair fell around the mask and curtained her face to his, and she returned the knife to his neck. She leaned down to his ear again, this time sliding the mask up just out of his view. Her lips pressed against his throat, next to the knife, in a kiss that sent fear tingling down his spine. Or was it desire?

“Tell me what it was you said, and we might have some fun before I set you free — if you like.” Her tongue made its way into his ear, and Artem shuddered, his body betraying him. “And I think…you like.” Her thigh brushed up against his bulge, and she gave a mock gasp of surprise.

“What have we here?” she chuckled darkly in his ear, and he shuddered again. “Are you…enjoying this already? A little slut, are we?”

She traced a hand down to her thigh, to where it had been stopped, feeling him. She cupped her hand around his rapidly hardening length.

“Oh…my. Impressive, little slut,” she murmured breathily. She hummed, squeezing him through the thin layer of fabric. “Though, not so little any longer, I see—”

“Nadi? Falion?” Bianca’s voice carried in from outside. The she-demon half-rose, mask sliding back over her face and a second knife — this one edge-lined with a faint, viscous blue gel — flipped into her free hand, but not before Artem caught a glimpse of a black tattoo forking like lightning up her throat and over a pointed chin and full lips.

Artem gritted his teeth, lining up the pendant with the knife still hovering above his neck. He quickly offered a prayer to the Gods. Please, let this work.

The she-demon paused, preparing to throw the edge-lined knife, aiming for the entrance to the tent.

He headbutted the demon through the mask, making sure to use the crown of his head, aiming where he thought her nose would be under that mask. He felt the pendant press into his neck, knife biting around it, but not deeply.

“Hyughk!” The woman fell backward, one hand dropping a knife to clutch her mask, the other still holding on.

“Tiri…?” Bianca stepped through into the tent fluidly, eyes wary.

The woman let out a wordless howl, brandishing the knife high.

Several things happened at once. Bianca’s hand flickered faster than the eye. The she-demon plunged her dagger downward toward Artem’s exposed chest. Artem instinctively reached for the Verve…

…and found it.

He crushed the boundary escort bayan sefaköy between himself and its flow, embedding himself in it and exploded into motion, shifting his hips to throw himself out of the dagger’s path—

—something crashed into the she-demon, altering the trajectory of the knife directly into Artem’s thigh. He hissed in pain, waiting, but the woman only collapsed, stunned. Only then did Artem see the fist-sized stone rocking on the ground and the dent in the mask that it had made.

“You’re hurt.”

Artem’s eyes flickered warily to Bianca who stood cautiously, hands out, palms facing forward, giving the distinct impression that she didn’t want to scare him off.

“I’m going to approach you, Tiri, okay? To help,” Bianca emphasized. Artem still didn’t speak. He allowed her to approach, evaluating his options. She stepped over the limp figure of the masked woman, moving quietly, hands still raised. Artem licked his lips. He could run. She wasn’t channeling, yet.

“Good, Tiri. I’m going to touch you, now.” She blushed slightly but reached out to place a hand on the outside of his leg. Artem tensed, and she froze, voice careful. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Artem looked down at the blade six inches deep in his thigh, blood pooling down his leg around his foot, re-evaluating his situation.

Yeah, okay maybe I can’t run. He grimaced, beginning to feel the wound now with the adrenaline dying off.

Seeming to realize that he wasn’t going to just take off, Bianca sat next to him gingerly, examining the wound.

“You’re lucky, Tiri. It missed the femoral artery by less than an inch. Try not to move too much.”

She then looked up at him, openly staring, and he felt his face begin to heat — until he realized she was peering at his neck, raising her hand to it. He stiffened, preparing to run regardless of his blood-spouting thigh if she noticed the damaged pendant.

“This one’s lucky too. Not too deep,” She said, absently pressing her fingers against his neck. Her eyes sucked him in, spools of copper in amber lakes, and she tapped the pendant with her index finger.

“I’m sorry we have to keep you restrained with this, but… just can’t have you surging right now…” She gave a half-sad, half-apologetic smile.

Surging? Artem questioned silently, confused.

She seemed to grow conscious of how close they were and straightened, flushing.

Artem made the connection. Oh, channeling.

She must not be able to sense that I’m channeling, then. She doesn’t know the pendant is broken. Artem realized. He didn’t understand why, but it was the only explanation. He quietly released the Verve, relaxing, then quickly winced, the pain of the wound in his thigh increasing severalfold.

“Alright,” Bianca said reasserting herself with a quick tuck of a luscious, brown lock behind her ear, “I’m going to heal you now, so be still for me…” She closed her eyes. Artem waited patiently.

A minute, maybe more, passed before she exhaled and opened her eyes, her movements now accompanied by the distinctively slow oscillations of the Verve that Artem was beginning to associate with her channeling. Her eyes wandered over his mostly-bare body briefly before she reached out, placing one hand on his thigh and one on his neck. She concentrated, a vein above her collarbone pulsing, and he felt warmth spread through her hands into him. Susurrating eddies of Verve unfurled from her hands, accompanied first by a terrific, widespread itching in his thigh and throat, then a vibrating pain.

Artem couldn’t care less. He watched, wide-eyed, as the dagger slid out of his flesh of its own accord, dropping to the floor with a clatter. His muscle, sinew and skin knit themselves back together as if woven at speed.

What power… Artem was dumbstruck. This woman had tapped far deeper than he’d ever dreamed. Not that he had the talent for healing, but…she was incredible.

When it was finished, she sat back slightly, sighing, and wiped a bead of sweat from her brow. Artem was finding it increasingly difficult to hate her, especially when she sat so infuriatingly close to him that he could smell her. Even her scent was attractive.

Nutmeg…and cinnamon, he noted.

“There we are. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Bianca said, mostly to herself.

Artem cleared his throat, and she met his gaze, curious.

“Thank you,” Artem said quietly.

Her eyebrows rose, but before she could reply, another girl, younger looking with a shock of bright, red hair burst through the tent flaps. “Ma’thala, we found Nadi and Falion…”

She stopped when she saw them both, Bianca’s hand still on Artem’s thigh. She smirked.

Bianca was still looking at him, but her face had hardened.

“Good. I have some questions for them. In the meantime, take the woman to the interrogation tent. I have questions for her, too.”

“What woman?” the girl asked.

Artem and Bianca looked to the floor where the she-demon had fallen. All that remained was a bloodstain on the carpet.

—

Bianca stalked back from the dispatch tent, having finally convened with the Elders. Fury boiled beneath an icy calm. She had originally returned to loosen Tiri’s bonds, after recalling how his wrists had bled the night before.

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Sheena clicked her highbeams on as she drove her car down the road. There were no other cars on the road at this hour, as most people on the reserve were indoors. She and Jason were just leaving the reserve, having dropped Bert back off home. Though he was reluctant to leave, he eventually did, once he learned that he’d be welcomed back whenever he wished to show up.

“The way Bert was going on about everything he’d learned, I’m surprised that he agreed to leave,” Jason remarked.

“Well, there was the whole bit about his wife chewing his ass out if he was home too late. He also remembered that he’s human and needs sleep, just like the rest of us,” Sheena replied, smirking at Jason.

“Let’s not forget the ever popular reason guys stop doing what they do. We need food,” Jason said, answering Sheena’s look of confusion.

“That’s true! My mom always told me that the fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” Sheena agreed with a chuckle.

“Never any truer words spoken! Though Bert was buzzing about how alive he felt. Kept yammering about how he’d hadn’t had this much energy in years,” Jason said as he stared out the window at the darkening city.

The both of them chuckled at the elderly historian’s exuberance, but he could hardly be blamed for it. Because of how the government had treated his people, most of their history and the ways they had practiced were all but erased. All because of the systematic destruction of their culture and assimilation into white culture.

Jason shook his head when he thought about it, on how everything that Bert’s people were, was lost to history. Or it was until both he and Sheena arrived. Now, with them there, it was possible for the histories and cultures of the tribe to be salvaged, maybe even saved. For that, Jason allowed himself a small smile as Sheena drove them back to the house.

“Hello? Earth to Jason? You there?” Sheena asked, getting his attention.

“Sorry. Was off in la la land. What’s up?” he asked.

“Did you want a coffee and a donut?” she wondered as she pulled up to the drive through speaker at a Tim Hortons.

“Oh! Yes, please! I’ll have a large coffee, two cream, three sugars and a Boston Cream donut!” he told her.

Sheena smirked and put in his order, while adding her own, a large peppermint tea with two sugars and no cream, and chocolate dip donut. They pulled on through, pulling up to the window where Sheena paid for the order and the server handed it to them. She pulled away, after handing Jason the food and drink, which he set up so she could get to it easily.

“Do you think that Felicitae… Amy, got the materials she needed for the spell?” Jason wondered.

“Let’s hope so, or this is going to be one quick fight against that bitch!” Sheena mumbled over her tea.

Jason couldn’t help but agree with his lady and he hoped that Luke, Emalia and Felicitae/Amy had found what they needed. If they had any hope of combatting the Dark Nymph, they would need all the protection they could get. He was confident that Luke would have found everything, as he was OCD like that. Give him a task or a quest, and he’d latch onto it until it was done. He hoped that was the case again, this time.

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“So, that’s where the Guardians came from?” Phalmina queried, still in shock over this revelation.

“Yup! I’m surprised that the princess of the Fairies didn’t know about this,” Felicitae/Amy replied.

“I may have been the princess, but I wasn’t made aware of everything. There were some things that my mother didn’t tell me about,” the fairy admitted, while looking over the male Nymphs.

Phalmina and Daelina were in absolute shock upon being told that the Guardians who kept the grove safe were, in fact, male Nymphs encased in magical armor. It had been a total shock to be sure, but also, one that made sense. It wasn’t too long after the war broke out, that the Nymph population dropped substantially. She had chalked it up to the Xkarites going after the Nymphs first, but that wasn’t the case.

Seeing how they had vanished so quickly and the Guardians coming to their aid should have been spotted right away. Only Phalmina wasn’t thinking about that. The only thing she was concerned with at the time was the survival of her race. She didn’t stop to think that there might be others who were thinking about theirs as well. Both she and the others there glanced over at the men who were there with them and smirked.

Both of them were happily munching away at some food that had been brought for them. While they were in no danger of dying or withering away from lack of food or water, they were still hungry. They were just finishing another round of takeout food when Jason and Sheena walked in the door.

“Hey guys, glad to see that you’re back! Did you get the…” Jason started, before his gaze turned to the pair of men that sat on the floor nearby.

“Whoa! Are those… male Nymphs?” Sheena questioned.

“Yup! They are!” Emalia stated, escort bayan güngören still in a state of disbelief herself.

“How is this possible? I thought they had all died off!” Jason stated, bringing up what he’d learned from the Sons of Caesar archives.

“This little piece of history, is something the Sons didn’t know about,” Felicitae/Amy responded.

She then filled the couple in on what the Guardians were and how they were constructed. Most importantly, how they needed a living being to bring them to life. Jason and Sheena were beside themselves with what they’d been told. They both concluded that there was still a lot to learn outside of the books they had taken. The couple stared at the Nymphs, noting how different each one of them looked.

“I’m guessing that these two aren’t like you, are they, Felicitae?” Jason asked, taking in the appearance of the men.

“They are not forest Nymphs, that’s for sure,” Felicitae agreed. “I’ve seen their like before, but I cannot remember what they are.”

“I might be able to help with that,” Luke interjected.

“Remember how we found something? In one of the books?” Sheena asked.

“Exactly. I remember the book detailing four subclasses of Nymphs in existence,” Luke stated.

“Four? I was only aware of three,” Felicitae answered.

“Well, there are four. At least according to what I remember. We already know that you are a Meliae, an ash tree Nymph. Going by what these two look like, I’m guessing that the other one is a Meliae like you, or maybe even a Naiad. A freshwater Nymph,” Luke explained to his confused friends.

“Are you like me? A Meliae?” Felicitae/Amy questioned the lighter skinned Nymph. The man shook his head and made a gesture, like he was swimming.

“I think that means he’s a Naiad,” Luke remarked, and the Nymph pointed at Luke, nodding.

“I guess that answers that. What about that guy?” Darren asked, gesturing at the red skinned Nymph.

“It would be safe to assume that he’s an Oread, a mountain Nymph,” Luke surmised, and the Nymph nodded with a smile.

“But, if these guys are not guarding the mountain grove, then who’s keeping it safe?” Jason wondered.

“I wouldn’t fuss, love. Emalia and Felicitae/Amy here sealed it against all intrusions. The only way up into the grove now is via the portal stone, which only we know how to use,” Phalmina stated.

“Oh! Well, that was the smart thing to do. At least until we can find a better way to defend it from any outside incursions,” Jason replied, breathing a sigh of relief. “Whoa, what is this?”

“It’s the golem that Xaera made. I brought it here,” Luke stated.

“Why?”

“Little dude seemed like he was all alone, and I thought he might want to hang around with some living beings,” Luke explained, and the golem jumped around and nodded at Luke’s feet.

“It is sentient? How is that possible?” Xaera asked.

“You’re the one who made it, Xaera. Did you make it to be that way?” Sheena questioned.

“No! At least, I don’t think so!” the troll woman replied.

“Maybe another read through the Artificier’s tome might help clarify things, yeah?” Jason suggested.

“A good plan, but can we get back on track about why we are here, please?” Phalmina interjected.

“Yes! You were saying that you got everything you needed for the spell, Felicitae?” Sheena asked.

“We do. Had to persuade one of Luke’s friends to get the most important piece, but we’ve got it,” Felicitae/Amy replied, holding up the withered arm.

“What is that from?” Daelina wondered.

“The corpse of a man who was killed by the wraith. Quite recently, in fact. The Dark energies that are concentrated inside of it will prove sufficient for the spell,” the human/Nymph stated.

“Dark energies? Just what do you plan on doing with these energies?” Darren questioned, skeptical of what the Nymph had planned.

“The spell, when it is active, will act much like a magical vaccine, giving a moderate level of protection to all involved in it,” she explained.

“So, we won’t need these runestones, then?” Karla asked.

“You will still need them, but this protection will make it much more difficult for Dark magic to affect you. Combined with the runestones, it will require a more concentrated effort to harm you. You can even take a few hits before you have to worry about getting hurt,” Felicitae/Amy finished.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I like the idea of extra protection like that,” Jason stated, gesturing to his chest.

“That doesn’t mean that you’re allowed to do something stupid like that again,” Sheena admonished him, smacking him on the chest.

“Yes, ma’am!”

“All right, everyone. Gather around, as everyone will need to participate in the spell, magic or no,” Felicitae/Amy responded.

“What do you want us to do?” Luke questioned.

“Just stand where I tell you to stand and don’t move until the spell is complete,” the escort ukraynalı human/Nymph stated.

With that, Felicitae/Amy directed everyone to stand together in a circle, with the most powerful Gaians in the center. Once everyone was in their places, the human/Nymph took the objects she and her friends had collected and placed them in the center. Once they were perfectly positioned, Felicitae/Amy stepped back and took her place in the circle.

“Now we can begin. I will start with the most basic threads of magic. Follow my lead as we cast,” she told them all.

Nodding, the group did as she did, bringing their magic forward as the human/Nymph drew upon Gaia’s power. She intertwined what they brought out with her own magic, weaving it deftly. Once she had the weave correct, Felicitae/Amy directed it to the items in the middle, lifting them into the air. Focusing the energies, the items came together, slowly melting together, until it was one large greenish glob.

Everyone there who could wield magic, gave every ounce they could to her, to help fuel the spell. A chant rose from her lips, as Felicitae/Amy called upon the runes to bring the spell to life. As she did this, the composite mix glowed, starting low, before it was as bright as a lightbulb. There was a dark tint to it, which was what remained of the dark energies from the human arm.

The spell continued to rise in pitch and power, building to a crescendo before the chant halted. Ever so slowly, the glob separated, dividing into equal pieces, so there was enough for everyone. The globs hovered towards them before they splattered onto everyone. The shock of the substance hitting them caused everyone to gasp, but it soon vanished, their bodies absorbing it.

“It is done. The spell is complete,” Felicitae/Amy replied.

“Ugh!! I don’t feel so good…” Luke groaned, his stomach doing flipflops.

“Such feelings are normal when taking this spell. Give it time, it will pass,” Felicitae/Amy assured them.

“I felt… something off, but I feel fine,” Jason stated, looking at his friend in concern.

“The magical power you wield mitigates the worst of the side effects. I wouldn’t be surprised if you could do multiple such spells and walk away intact,” the human/Nymph replied.

“We can do that spell more than once?” Sheena wondered, questions abuzz in her mind.

“Yes, we can. In so doing, it would build up our tolerance to Dark magic almost to the point of immunity. The only catch is, finding items of considerable power that are steeped in Dark magic,” Felicitae/Amy replied.

“Such items would be rare, wouldn’t they?” Luke groused.

“They would be, yes. Which is both good and bad, I suppose,” Felicitae/Amy responded.

“Indeed! Looks like it’s getting late,” Jason observed, his eyes taking in the evening sky. “We should probably get going.”

“Yup! The only question is, what to do about these two?” Phalmina wondered. “I mean, now that they’re free of their armor, where will they stay?”

“Not sure we could take them. There isn’t much room at my home, with the lot of us staying there most nights,” Eva commented.

“My place is out. Sure, it’s a loft, but even with Sheena and Mina there, it is a little snug,” Jason remarked.

“Why don’t they stay here tonight? There’s plenty of room, and it’s well protected,” Xaera suggested.

“Now that’s a stellar idea! What do you two think?” Amy asked, Felicitae taking a back seat in her mind. The two Nymphs looked at each other and nodded, thinking it was a good plan. They were especially receptive since they knew the house and its grounds were warded against intruders.

“Though I do think we should make this place a little more accommodating,” Sheena said.

Just as some Gaians started to ask her what she was talking about, the ebon skinned woman wove her hands in a complex pattern, igniting a spell. She continued to weave her hands in a deft pattern, before she shot the spell at the floor. The spell acted immediately, taking hold in the wood frame as it got to work. Small vines poked through the floor before they grew in size, eventually taking shape.

“Are those… beds??” Luke asked, staring at the growing wood as it finished molding to its shape.

“Yup! Hopefully, they’ll do nicely to help these three sleep better,” Sheena smiled as she gestured to Xaera and the Nymphs.

“They most certainly will! Thank you!” Xaera gushed, running up to hug the Shaman. Sheena giggled and hugged her back, but the pair were soon mobbed by the male Nymphs. They expressed their gratitude in a similar way, hugging the woman who gave them something proper to sleep on. The group came apart after a few minutes, all smiles, before the rest of them got ready to leave.

“So, back in the morning?” Xaera asked.

“You know it!” Phalmina grinned as she waited for her human lovers to get their shoes on.

“Hey, Jason?”

“Yeah, Xaera? What’s up?” the man replied.

“Do escort bayan merter you think you could drop a tree or two into the soil here? Like you did for the mountain grove?” Xaera asked. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate the food you guys bring, but I really could go for some fruit and vegetables.”

“Hmm. That’s an idea! Did you have anything specific that you wanted planted here?” Jason asked.

Xaera gave him a quick list of several fruits and a few vegetables, a list which was met with enthusiastic nods from the Naiad and Oread. Though they were omnivorous, they favored fruit and vegetables more and were eager to get some. Jotting down the list on his phone, Jason promised to grab the fruit and vegetables she wanted. Once that was done, the group made their farewells and walked out of the house.

“Well boys, I don’t know about you, but I could do with some sleep,” Xaera replied, stretching her limbs.

If she had kept her eyes open, Xaera would have seen the lust filled looks on the men’s faces. Though it had been centuries for these two, they knew that to go for a woman uninvited, was always a bad idea. Since it was just the three of them there, they knew that once the troll woman was asleep, they could do something to alleviate the pressure in their balls.

The Naiad glanced over at the Oread and cocked his eyebrow in question. The Oread shook his head, telling the man silently that he didn’t swing that way. The Naiad shrugged, knowing that it would have to be just him working it that night. The trio all climbed into a different bed, the men letting Xaera have the largest one there. It was not only good manners, but she was much bigger than they were and needed the space.

Though there was danger that lurked outside of the grounds of the house, they all knew that while inside, they were safe. The men passed out quickly, the pair of them exhausted from all the excitement they had that day. Xaera wasn’t far behind them, joining them in dreamland as she closed her eyes and let sleep claim her.

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Xaera blinked her eyes slightly and came awake slowly. Her senses were signaling her mind to wake up, but she didn’t know why. Her danger sense wasn’t going off, so anything that could threaten her or her guests was out. She couldn’t see anything that was off, not immediately at least, so she sat up quietly and listened. It was then that she heard something, like something was grunting.

She immediately thought it was the golem that Luke had left behind, but she didn’t see it anywhere nearby. Figuring that it must still be making its rounds on the property, she glanced about and sniffed the air. The moment she breathed in, she knew exactly what was going on. Xaera could almost taste the scent of male arousal on the air, and she smirked to herself.

One of the Nymphs was likely playing with himself, and it didn’t take Xaera long to figure out who it was. She could see the shape of the Naiad on his bed, beneath the covers, shifting quickly. Biting her lower lip, Xaera thought just how much torture the man must be in, having been trapped inside that armor for centuries. She knew that if it had been her, she likely would have jumped the first male she came across!

A wicked idea entered her mind then, and she carefully crawled out of her bed. Avoiding any creaky floorboards, she padded over to where the Naiad slept. She stayed low, so as not to attract attention, and sidled up to the bed. Xaera could feel the constant shifting of the bed, which might have been imperceptible to others, but not her.

Her troll senses were so finely tuned, she could have heard a pin drop and told you where it was. The Naiad’s scent on the air was heady and fresh, like fresh water from a spring, and Xaera licked her lips in anticipation. Mustering her nerve, she stood up slowly and pulled the blanket off the Naiad, revealing his naked body to her.

The Naiad’s face was one of shock and alarm, but she smiled at the man and put a finger to her lips, shushing him. He calmed then and looked up at the woman quizzically, as she glanced down to his hard cock, and almost gasped. The Naiad was much bigger than she expected, easily ten inches long! His thickness wasn’t anything to sneeze at either, looking close to two inches in girth!

Xaera blinked a few times, before pinching herself to be sure this wasn’t a dream. Feeling the sharp pain on her pinched flesh, she knew she wasn’t dreaming and licked her lips. Scooting down to where the Naiad was manhandling his cock, she peeled his hand away, before taking it in her hands.

The Naiad stared at her, enraptured that this woman wanted to do this! He wasn’t going to complain, as it had been centuries since he’d had a woman touch him like this. Moaning at the sensation of this, he leaned back and sighed, enjoying her hands stroking his length. He then felt something warm and wet on his dick and looked down to find Xaera taking his cock into her mouth.

His heart hammering in his chest, the Naiad groaned quietly, loving what she was doing to him. He could have taken the initiative earlier and made his intent known to the troll woman, but he kept it to himself. At least, until he could communicate better to her, once he found his voice. He also didn’t want her to misconstrue his intent and think he was being a complete pervert.

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Chapter 1: Quiller’s Cove

Author’s Note: This is my first try at writing a grand epic fantasy. When the idea for this hit me, it came on fast and furious, and I found myself rushing to write down all the notes for it. At the moment this series doesn’t have a full, written ending, and I intend for it to be an ongoing work for quite a while. I have a lot of ideas for where I can take this, and I have sketched out a grand plan to bring this to a satisfying conclusion. Please note that while I do try to be somewhat accurate in my naval terminology and roles, I did take some liberties to make for a better story. The short answer is don’t expect complete accuracy and remember that this is a work of fiction.

*****

PROLOGUE

Off in a far corner of the world, many miles away from what most people would consider civilization, a woman studied an ancient text as her elderly companion rested beside her. So many years of searching had led her to this point, right on the cusp of finding the one person who could truly change the world forever. The person that was prophesied to retake a vacant throne and defeat an ancient enemy for all time.

At least, that was what the sacred text of prophecy told her. It was the cause to which she had dedicated her life, and everything was now coming to a head quickly.

If the prophecy was correct, he was coming.

Her companion noticed the passage she was observing. “Do you think he’ll actually come?”

She nodded her head eagerly. “He has to. The prophecy hasn’t been wrong yet.”

“Can you feel him yet?”

Her head lowered and then shook back and forth. “Not yet. But we will. I know we will.”

Her companion didn’t say anything further. He went back to tending the fire that was in front of them.

The woman stared deep into the pit of the fire. “The king is coming. And with his arrival, everything will change.”

*****

PRESENT DAY

“Commander Easterbrook, we need you on the bridge at once, sir.”

Jack Easterbrook’s eyes popped open. After a quick look at his surroundings, he turned his head to face his subordinate, Lieutenant Mark “Twitch” Buckner.

“Give me a minute, Twitch.”

Twitch nodded and closed the door gently. One thing that Jack liked about the man was that he took direction remarkably well. Some of his past deputies would take the opportunity to yammer on about some problem or perhaps even attempt to chastise him for catching a nap, but Twitch never did. It was the reason why Jack kept him around.

Jack swung his legs over the bed and planted them firmly on the ground beneath him. His quarters were quite spartan with only the bed, a desk and chair, and a cabinet for his belongings occupying the tiny space. It wasn’t much for the quarters of the commanding officer but theValiant wasn’t meant to be flagship anyway.

Jack grabbed his service cap and took a brief moment to glance in the mirror at his reflection. As he ran his hands through his short, blond hair, he noticed his deep-blue eyes still held tinges of exhaustion. The rest of his face was no better as he had two days’ worth of stubble in his beard. Thankfully, there was no one onboard who would dare criticize him for his appearance, but he also knew he’d have to look impeccable when they came into port in a couple days.

After he put his cap on his head, Jack crossed the floor and left his quarters. He’d been stationed in the stern of the ship just above the propellers. That meant it took him a few minutes to cross to the middle of the vessel where the bridge was located. Along the way he passed numerous sailors going about their daily tasks. At this time of morning the machinists could be found hard at work on the lower decks, while the higher he got the more maintenance work could be seen. He passed one sailor applying a touch-up to some damage in a portside railing and another cook scurrying about as he was late for the start of breakfast.

“Good morning, Sir!”

“Commander Easterbrook.”

“Morning, Commander.”

Jack nodded to all of them as the sailors ran about doing their tasks. It pained him to know that he didn’t know most of the names of the men on theValiant. He’d only been put in charge of this two ship squadron three weeks prior when they left their home port of Aberdeen. He just hadn’t had the time to learn all their names so he mostly greeted them by their rank.

“Good morning, Petty Officer.”

“Great work, Seaman.”

Jack arrived at the bridge a short while later and he grabbed the railing to climb into the command center. A gust of smoke erupted from the smokestack above him and quickly dissipated into the calm air.

Twitch was waiting for him at the top of the railing. “Sir, they’re ready for you.”

“Excellent. Thank you, Lieutenant.” Even though Jack was comfortable enough with the man to call him by his nickname, he tried not to do it around the other commanding officers of theValiant. A good deputy like escort bayan fındıkzade Twitch deserved the extra respect.

Jack entered the bridge and felt the immediate attention of several pairs of eyes landing on him. All activity ceased at once as each person turned to await the words of their leader.

“At ease,” Jack said as his eyes took in each person in turn. First up was the head of weapons division, Lt. Bill Norman. Norman was middle-aged, and judging from the fit of his uniform, he was a few pounds overweight. The man still had a relentless and piercing stare—the look of a true sailor. To his right was Lt. Kimberly Cross, head of operations division. Cross was one of the younger officers and still in her twenties. She had auburn-red hair and was extremely capable.

Next to Cross was Lt. Victor Star who was the head of engineering division and in charge of keeping the ship running. Despite being the same age as Jack, Star was already graying around the temples. He was a quiet and reserved man but also very competent.

The last man to come into view was Lt. Commander Luke Ravencross, the commander of theValiant. Luke was a man that Jack knew well, being only two years ahead of him in the naval academy. His reputation was well-known too as Luke was one of the most aggressive commanders in the entire Javan navy. A boisterous fighter, Luke was always in the thick of the action.

“Commander Easterbrook,” said Luke while nodding to his superior officer.

“What’s going on? Why did you have me summoned from my quarters?” Jack asked, looking into each face in turn.

Lt. Cross was the first to step forward and Jack noticed she held a pair of binoculars in her hand. “We thought you’d want to see this, sir.” She handed over the pair and walked to the corner of the bridge that faced the starboard side. “Look out over that way past the lifeboats. Toward the horizon.”

Jack pressed the tool to his eyes and scanned the open seas. That far out, it was difficult to distinguish where the sea ended and the sky began. Soon enough his gaze fixed on something that wasn’t part of the ocean. His heart rate spiked.

“What are they?”

Lt. Commander Ravencross stepped forward. “It’s hard for us to tell at this distance but they appear to be Occitanian.”

“Why would the Occitanians be this far west? They have no bases out here, and we are over three weeks out from the mainland,” said Jack.

Luke stepped closer and whispered, “I think they’re looking for a fight, Jack.”

Jack pursed his lips and turned his attention back to the horizon. Occitanian warships in the vicinity would be enough to make any commander jumpy. The best thing about the Occitanian Confederacy was their formidable navy. An island empire, they had the best warships in the world.

“How long have they been there?”

“The lookouts spotted them about forty minutes ago. By the time that word got back to the bridge, we spotted Occitanian markings on the hull. It’s a stretch at this distance but we’re positive it’s them,” said Lt. Cross.

“Do we know what type of ship it is? Any chance it’s something small like a squadron of destroyers or something?”

Luke shook his head. “They look like cruisers sir. Heavies.”

Jack paled quickly. An Occitanian heavy cruiser would be able to make short work of theValiant, a much lighter cruiser. Even the second ship in their squadron, the destroyerTiger, was much smaller than theValiant and wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Have we established their course and speed?” Jack asked.

It was Lt. Star’s turn to speak up. “Negative on the speed sir. Their course seems to be west northwest though.”

Just like ours, thought Jack. If they were truly following him, it wouldn’t be much of a stretch for them to open fire. With the state of the current tensions between the Occitanians and his home country of the Javan Empire, war was certainly on the horizon. Any spark, like a skirmish on the high seas, could start a war in earnest.

“Why don’t we fire a few warning salvos, sir? Show them that we aren’t to be trifled with.” Luke took his hand and smacked into the other one.

Jack quickly shook his head. “No. If they truly are heavy cruisers, we wouldn’t stand a chance. Plus, we don’t have much in the way of ammunition for the main guns. How many rounds do we have for each gun currently, Lt. Norman?”

Norman answered quickly. “Only about five rounds per gun currently, sir.”

Jack continued. “If this turned hot, we’d only have enough rounds to get their location pegged, and then we’d be out. We’d be sitting ducks at that point. If my memory serves, their heavy cruisers have a gun size of eight inches. Our six inch guns would be quickly overwhelmed.”

“I think their range is greater than ours as well, sir. They’d blow us out of the water before we even got close,” said Norman.

“Let’s keep our distance then. masöz bayan Can we outrun them?” Jack asked.

“We can fire up the extra boilers and make a few more knots but if they want to catch us they can,” answered Lt. Star.

“Fire the boilers. By my mark, we’re only two days out from our naval base at Quiller’s Cove. The Occitanians wouldn’t dare follow us into our own base. I want you to radio word over to theTiger as well to increase speed. Tell them to increase the distance between the ships. If they do fire on us, I don’t want them getting any lucky shots that hit both ships. We just need to make it into the harbor at Quiller’s Cove.”

“I’d like to see them try to enter the harbor just to get blown to shit by land artillery,” said Luke with a smirk.

Jack let out a small chuckle. “I wouldn’t mind seeing that as well. As long as it’s not us getting blown to shit.”

Jack turned back to the horizon. They’d only have the two days to keep the distance between them. Could they outrun their predators for that long? Would the Occitanians try anything if they closed the distance?

“In the meantime, keep a lookout on the horizon,” said Jack. “I want hourly notifications of their position and speed once it’s known.”

“Absolutely, sir,” answered Luke. In the next moment, he issued several more commands to his division heads and shortly after the three lieutenants went scurrying back to their original positions, leaving the two men alone on the bridge.

“I don’t like this one bit, Jack,” said Luke, disposing of their formality. Jack didn’t mind as long as it wasn’t done in front of the crew. They went too far back to be using their formal ranks in private.

“I know, Luke. What are the chances they find us in all of this open ocean? Three weeks from home at a fast, westerly course and they stumble upon us? It’s too coincidental.”

“What if it’s not a coincidence? What if they’re looking for trouble?”

“It’s definitely a possibility. Admiral Bancroft thinks war is coming. And if the chief of the whole damn Javan navy thinks war is coming, I’m not one to doubt him,” said Jack.

“Of course you won’t,” said Luke with a chuckle. “You’re his shining star pupil. He’s been watching you since the day you entered the academy. It must be real nice to have the head of the navy guiding your career.”

“It’s been a good thing for me,” said Jack. “It’s an old family connection to Bancroft that caused me to show up on his radar. He’s been a great mentor for me. Besides, how many thirty-five-year-old commanders do you know?”

Luke held up his hands. “I didn’t say it was bad. I graduated before you and here you are the commander of the squadron while I just have this old ship. I was just saying the truth. You can’t deny that Bancroft favors you.”

Jack nodded. “Say what you want, but Bancroft is the chief for a reason. His gut instinct is usually right. Don’t forget, he has the ear of the emperor as well. Being on Bancroft’s good side is the only place to be.”

“Jack, there’s something about this mission that still doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. What the hell are we to do when we reach Quiller’s Cove anyway? It’s the most remote naval base in the entire world and practically right next door to the bloody Fourth Vector. What the hell could possibly be our mission all the way out here? Surely if war was about to break out, shouldn’t we be at home ready to defend the coasts against those Occitanian bastards?”

Jack looked back out to sea, watching the bow of theValiant slice through another wave. Luke asked a good question and it was one that he’d often found himself pondering at night before bed. Jack patted the pocket of his uniform absentmindedly—the resting place of his written orders from Admiral Bancroft the day he left port. His instructions were completely brief and very vague.

Rendezvous at Quiller’s Cove with Commodore Stanhope Lucas. More instructions will await your squadron there. Your mission is considered top secret.

-Admiral P. Bancroft

“I wish I knew but I know just about as much as you,” said Jack. “We’ll find out more once we talk with Commodore Lucas.”

“Jack, do you think there’s any chance they’ll send us into the Fourth Vector?” For once Luke lost his quiet confidence and visibly paled at the very mention of the dreaded Fourth Vector.

It was easy to understand why. The Fourth Vector was unknown territory. Even its name itself carried a trepidation that was held in common by all the eastern nations. Stories of monsters and demon men from the vector were used to frighten young children. Even grown men shied away from missions that came too close.

The truth was that no one from home knew what was truly out there. The lands that made up the Fourth Vector were truly unexplored and filled with savage people. Furthermore, anyone who had tried to explore it never returned to tell the tale. What escort bayan bağcılar could possibly be gained from contact with such a land?

Jack swallowed and turned to face his friend, having to face the facts. “Why else would they send us all the way out here? I doubt they need our forces just to garrison Quiller’s Cove.”

Luke shuddered visibly. “I heard there’s a race of savages on one of the islands. If they catch any humans, they’ll skewer us with big, metal pipes and wait until the surface pierces the other sides of our bodies. Once we’re properly speared, they prepare a big bonfire and roast us until we’re tender enough to eat.”

“Hell of a way to go—barbecued like a chicken at some savage’s backyard party,” muttered Jack.

“That’s one of the better tales I’ve heard,” said Luke.

“Don’t you think it might be just that—a tale?”

“Who knows? Do you even want to find out? I don’t.”

Jack chuckled. “No. And I pray every day I’ll never have to.”

The subject made Luke uncomfortable enough to switch to another topic. “There’s a lot going on right now, Jack. How did the world get so complicated?”

“That’s been on my mind lately as well. Between the Occitanian threats and the raids by the Ruthenians, it’s only a matter of time until war breaks out.”

“Do you think we can win?”

Jack shrugged. “We’ll do all that we can. Luckily, the Ruthenians and the Occitanians aren’t working together so we have that in our favor. They hate each other just as much as they hate us.”

“I don’t know what kind of war we’re going to have. I’ve seen the new recruits. Most of them have never spent a day at sea in their life. And not to mention, they’re as fat as heifers and lazy to boot. God help us when we do go to war. We’re going to need all the help we can get,” said Luke.

“We just need to trust in the emperor. He’ll guide us through this,” said Jack, regretting the words almost as soon as he said them. It was a gut reaction—a learned trait of every Javan to never question their emperor and always follow their orders blindly. Yet the current occupant of the throne inspired very little faith.

“Bullshit,” swore Luke. “You and I both know that Emperor Charles is a bloodthirsty tyrant. That man would sell off his own children if he thought it would gain him extra power or help him keep his throne.”

Jack gripped his subordinate’s arm. “Talk like that any louder and you’ll find out how bloodthirsty he can be. Even naval officers aren’t immune to the emperor’s brand of justice if anyone on this ship turns into a snitch.”

“Relax, alright?” said Luke in a quieter tone. “I’m not dumb enough to mouth off in front of the crew. But you can’t deny what I said about the man.”

All Jack could do was nod. “I know you’re right. But this is our country. Java is a home. Our loved ones and everyone we know is Javan. We can only do the best we can to protect our home.”

Jack could tell that his friend was thinking over his words as he fell silent for several moments. Before he turned away, Luke spoke out once more. “Have you ever met him? The emperor that is?”

“Just once. A dinner function in the capitol. Bancroft invited me as his guest and I met Charles for a grand total of five minutes.”

Luke fixed him with his stare. “What was he like?”

Remembering the chilling words from his encounter with the supreme ruler of the Javan Empire, Jack stuck his hands in his overcoat. “Let’s just say the rumors about him are true.”

With that, Jack calmly exited the bridge and prepared to return to his quarters. Spotting the faint dot on the horizon that marked the Occitanian cruisers, he said a silent prayer to let the ships make good time into Quiller’s Cove.

*****

The next two days passed by uneventfully, much to the relief of the crew. At one point a full day outside of Quiller’s Cove, the Occitanian cruisers slipped out of sight. Jack liked to think it was due to the presence of the nearby base but it could also have been just because they slipped into a heavy fog bank once they got closer to land.

Nevertheless, Jack stood on the bridge ofValiant as they awaited sighting of the remote naval base. Binoculars in hand, his eyes scanned the coast of the small island and found nothing to look at besides rocks and surf. The island boasted nothing beyond the small Javan base, a convenient port of supply on the edge of the world.

Jack walked toward the other side of the bridge and looked off to the west. Across the miles of open waves stood the dreaded Fourth Vector, the land of legends. In that moment, Luke’s premonition about whether their mission lay inside the vector stuck out in his mind. It made Jack clutch at his jacket tighter. What other reason could be given for sending them to the opposite side of the world?

“Land ho! Thirty degrees to starboard!”

Jack’s head craned up to the lookout calling from the ship’s mast. As he put the binoculars up to his eyes, Jack could see the lights of Quiller’s Cove come into view just beyond the mist. In that moment, Luke crossed over to Jack’s side of the bridge and gripped the railing.

“Looks like we made it. I’ve never been so happy to see land,” said Luke.

“You’re happy to see land? Here I thought you were an old sea dog,” said Jack with a chuckle.

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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.

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## 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.

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## 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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