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Doomed

This is a smut series inspired heavily by DooM, however, it is not strictly a parody thereof; it shares ‘pornified’ takes on many of the demons as well as similar environments. However, it takes few story elements and the Slayer will not appear. This is simply a ‘for fun’ smut involving sexy versions of the DooM demons.

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Erik didn’t remember ‘before’. He didn’t remember much beyond his own name and some vagaries about a life he must have had before he woke up… here.

Wherever ‘here’ was; a bleak, desolate land of tan and brown rock, barren plateaus and steppes between jagged stone crags. He was on a bluff overlooking a vast, endless plain of dust and rock, split by meandering rivers of grey and brown water… or in the distance, the molten glow of lava, issuing from fissures.

Far overhead the dull-orange clouds wheeled and churned in endless maelstrom, but so distant that it all seemed slow and placid, and the world below was not scoured by the sky’s violence, an amber light still somehow pervading the world and lighting it up like the beginnings of dusk. But the stormy skies added to that with their own red lightning as it crackled through the roiling fumes that passed for clouds, illuminating the formations from within and without and giving it the sense of a great conflagration, whilst the ragged shards of lightning crackled around the billowing surfaces of the clouds, their low rumbling audible consistently.

Here and there, back down on the ground, he spied the trunks of dead trees, a scant few possessing anything reminiscent of leaves, the wood a faded brown or grey, or blackened from char where fires once burned.

Here and there were clumps of grey or yellowed grass, dried and brittle yet still barely swaying in the lukewarm breeze that swept across the rocky bluff, some of the blades bent harshly from where it had broken them, but still many stood, as if condemned to some sort of undeath, never to simply waste away, remaining until laid low by the incessant wind.

Was that his fate? Was he cursed to whither endlessly in this hellish land?

He looked down at himself; he was naked, not even a cloth to conceal his groin, not that he saw anything living in this forsaken place that would even take offence.

If his fate was to be such, he had plenty of wasting to look forward to; though he did not have the physique of a great warrior, his slightly grimy body had decent muscular tone, perhaps the result of labour from his time… before.

He vaguely recalled working away beneath a harsh sun, and soil beneath him. Maybe a farmer, and one that ate reasonably well, Erik not recalling much in the way of great hunger.

Still, he was slim of frame, and still a youth compared to some, some two dozen years behind him before… whatever happened.

Had he died? Had he been cursed?

That he couldn’t remember at all.

It was scary to him, wondering what he could’ve done to deserve damnation in such a place. He wouldn’t last long in his skin alone, with nothing he could see to eat or drink, the river he saw far off wending through the plains below too distant for him to reach… and perhaps unfit for consumption even if he could.

He carefully crept up to the edge of the bluff, looking down a sheer cliff to the ground below, and saw no means to descend, least of all in the nude.

He felt a gust of wind ruffle his short hair, and he felt a surge of heat come with it. It wasn’t intolerable, but it wasn’t comfortable either, though the ambient temperature was, despite the hellish desert that spanned before him, lukewarm, neither hot nor cold, yet still uncomfortable without any clothes.

He turned away from the bluff and looked the other way, seeing how the rock slowly descended in steps to a plateau that backed up to distant mountains, where the stormy clouds spiralled the dark peaks, the mountains black with shadow and the land before them similarly darkened by clouds that hung closer, the amber light that pervaded the world weaker here. The rising mounts were foreboding to Erik, and he did not wish to go that way. He hoped that he could find a way down to the plains below, maybe make it to the river. Maybe he would expire trying, and be free of this curse.

Why he didn’t think to throw himself onto the ground below the bluff, he didn’t know. It would be an easy, quick end before his suffering began, but something within him wouldn’t let him take his own life.

So onward he went, carefully navigating the rocky terrain around him, a mixture of coarse rock and smooth, cracked plates of wind-blasted stone he took care not to slip on.

It almost seemed like there was a path, the ridge of the bluff rising above to his left and the stepped slopes that led down towards the shadowed plain beneath the glower of the dark mountains to his right, with a wending route nestled between. He followed that as it slowly meandered downwards, the plain to his right gradually dropping downwards, nişantaşı bayan escort perhaps at some point joining the expanse he laid eyes on prior.

It was darker now, as his path took him into a cleft between the ridge above and a winding but shallow outcropping to his right that separated his route from the sinister plains before the mountains, like a wall, though it did not shelter the apparent path too much.

As he crept along, carefully dropping down small drops between terraced rock formations, he pondered if this place was indeed Hell, but the name seemed so vague to him. That it was something he feared ‘before’, but he didn’t know for what reason now. It was a descriptor, ‘hellish’, and he saw this place as such. But he could no longer recall what Hell was, exactly. If he even truly believed in it ‘before’.

The gaps in his memory and knowledge seemed so strange and arbitrary, but he couldn’t really work out why. He knew who he was, in a way, but that was a feeling. Most of what he recalled were feelings mixed with small, specific details that lacked the context to fully understand them.

He tried to think harder, delve deeper into his mind, but he continued to draw up blanks amid fuzzy ideas and concepts that only hinted at life ‘before’, yet other knowledge that was more abstract, like his grasp of language, he seemed to recall perfectly.

He frowned, feeling lost and alone without even concrete memories to explain things to him.

Then he heard a sound, small stones tumbling down dusty rock, along with a quick, harsh scraping.

He whipped around in time to see a small stone bounce to a standstill onto a smooth plate of rock behind him.

There had been no gust of wind, and where he was, the constant breeze barely reached.

Erik no longer felt so alone, but that brought him no end of discomfort. In the nude, he felt extra vulnerable, the idea that perhaps he wasn’t the only living thing in this land terrifying him.

He moved faster, his breathing quickened and his heart racing, but he couldn’t move too fast, lest he slipped on the dusty surface of the smooth stone slabs that layered the path on its downwards trend.

He’d rather walk on the rougher stone if he could, his calloused feet at least somewhat tolerant of the coarse surface, but it didn’t provide him enough grip on the dusty plates.

He continued forward, the path getting less terraced and more sloped, getting just that bit steeper before cutting into a narrow pass through the plateau, a space on the left halfway down before the route entered the gap.

But as he took one more step, he looked to his right when he caught a flash of movement creeping over the edge of a boulder set next to the path.

He was slowly overcome with terror as he laid eyes on the visage of some… thing clinging to the top of the big rock, great golden eyes cutting through the gloom of the natural pass, a crack of red lightning overhead briefly illuminating more, letting Erik see the orange-brown ‘carapace’ that it seemed to have along its shoulders and the top of its head, its face purple in colour, two thin nostrils on a shallow bump serving as its nose, with lips pulling back as he watched it into a toothy snarl… or was it a smile?

He couldn’t quite tell, but he could see the sharp teeth it possessed, seemingly glinting in the light. Its chitinous arms clung to the rock, spindly fingers ending in sharp claws instead of nails.

A low hissing sound left it, and it sounded oddly pleased… like it had found prey.

Erik snapped himself out of his petrified fixation, and turned back down the path to flee.

He heard it scrambling off the rock, then nothing, and then the sound of it landing on the stone wall opposite, the scraping of its claws as it gave chase far too loud in his ears for his taste.

He kept running, making for the gap between cliff and plain, until the creature crossed his view in a bestial leap despite its slender, humanoid frame, landing on a rock face just ahead of him, the thing whipping around with a hiss, heading him off.

He stumbled, and then found himself staggering into the flat space next to the path, surrounded by a crescent bend of rock forming a wall.

He lost his balance, and to save himself cracking his head on the hard ground, he twisted and fell on his ass instead, quickly scrambling backwards, but he knew it was over now, the creature had him dead to rights.

He only hoped it would make his death quick.

It approached on all fours, moving with an animalistic grace. He could see a pronounced ridged spine on its back, purple skin covering it and visible between a divided carapace, sectioned such that its movement was not hindered.

He spied this purple skin elsewhere on its ‘inner’ surfaces… and that terrified examination was what led him to lay eyes on the set of breasts hanging from its chest.

They weren’t large by any margin, but their purple skin seemed smooth, bayan escort and the flesh jiggled just slightly with the creature’s movements, which now seemed to have a strangely… feminine quality to them. They were still nice handfuls, but Erik had a hard time admiring its qualities when it was advancing towards him slowly, like a predator ready to make the killing strike.

Yet, when he again examined its face, he realised that, for its inhuman features, it was also quite feminine in a bizarre, monstrous way. Those bright, golden eyes were fixated on him, almost solid in colour, yet he thought he could just make out some details, like a slit pupil of a slightly darker shade in each orb.

It lacked hair, but the chitinous plates across its scalp were rough and slightly jagged, so it didn’t look bald to him.

Its smile was broad and toothy, its teeth sharp and bright. Then it licked its lips, which seemed soft and plush, but it could pull them back further than any human, for a much toothier smirk, and a wide, unsettling and predatory smile.

His chest was heaving now as it closed the gap, Erik terrified and confused.

He looked down to his ankle when it grasped it, spindly, clawed digits delicately wrapping around the joint as it crawled closer.

He pressed himself into the rock beneath him, though he kept watching it, on the verge of hyperventilation as this monstrous female demon bore down on him.

It paused, head hovering over his crotch as it looked into his eyes. There was an expression on their face… glee, perhaps? Twisted by predatory hunger.

Then it looked down, focusing on his flaccid penis.

Before he could even think on this, he clamped his eyes shut when she suddenly lunged down, for a split second believing it was going to turn him into a eunuch in the most brutal way possible, devouring him dick first.

The moment seemed to draw on too long, Erik wondering if perhaps it had taken it so fast he didn’t register the pain.

Then he felt a wet something press against his member, which sent a strange, almost electric sensation up his spine from the unexpected contact.

He cracked open his eyes, and saw this creature with their face less than an inch from his shaft. It was smirking. And then it licked his cock again, longer this time, applying a bit more pressure.

Involuntarily, it stirred, and his manhood slowly began to erect, and as it did, the demon licked repeatedly, its long, purple tongue able to drape up his shaft from root to tip once he was at full mast, soft sighs leaving Erik’s mouth as he watched and felt this display.

It pressed its face against his member; they were very warm, and the purple skin proved surprisingly supple. Not quite like human skin. Leathery, perhaps? But it felt so smooth, so nice. He couldn’t quite describe it, only that its nuzzling of his cock was hardly unpleasant.

But it wasn’t simple affection. There was some jerkiness to its movements, some manic edge, an underlying desire twisted by hunger… or perhaps the reverse?

It kissed him, repeatedly, soft, wet but hungry pecks against his manhood and to his half-covered helm, his foreskin yet fully peeled back. That was addressed quickly enough when the creature reached out to grasp his cock, giving it a few pumps; their palm was soft but their hand overall was quite bony, so it did not seem as comfortable as their face.

It peeled back his foreskin, and with his glans exposed, it lunged a second time, making Erik wince. But this time, he saw what it did, the attempted chomp merely a feint, stopping itself a hairsbreadth from his tip, all so it could give his glans a sloppy kiss, its lips proving to have quite the range of motion.

“D-Damn…” he murmured, realising that had been the first word he’d said out loud since he woke up in this land.

The demon kept attending to his cock, either kissing or licking, its motions tantalising but manic as if it was holding itself back from a frenzy. Yet it knew what it was doing, curling its long, purple tongue around the sides of his member, turning its head so it could slot his cock between its lips to give him a luxurious rubbing, sliding up and down his shaft and pressing their tongue to his length between their lips.

Then it pushed through his pubic hair to his balls, and promptly snared them with its flexible tongue and drew them into its mouth.

Erik let out a surprised, stimulated gasp, hardly expecting this. He could recall only vague memories, of having been with a woman long ago… and nothing suggested anything as salacious as this occurred between them.

This demon, however, seemed to have no shame, and revelled in its hunger for his manhood, arching its body such that its rump was raised towards the roiling sky, slowly swaying in a hypnotic manner; Erik could see where the various plates and rougher hide gave way to the same smooth skin of its face and breasts, forming a shapely rump that only enhanced its femininity.

It maslak escort – she – was not interested in killing him yet. He felt a bony hand grasp his length and pump slowly, peeling his foreskin over his glans repeatedly, a slight twist to its handwork making it more stimulating.

He could hear her salacious suckling of his balls, the audible gulping proving more than erotic to his ears, and the suction imparted on his jewels and the feel of her lips tugging on his sack made him flinch and twitch.

Precum began to bead from his tip, tingling sensations running up his spine as this lusty she-demon continued her debauched work.

All the while, she watched him from around his member, eyes only slightly narrowed and fixed on his, growling murmurs thrumming around his orbs as she pumped his cock.

By now, Erik’s chest was no longer heaving, though it still rose and fell quite far thanks to his repeated deep breaths of stimulation. He hadn’t exactly calmed, but her oral attention had relaxed his body just a little. He wasn’t sure what to make of her, why she’d want to do this to him.

But she was doing it all the same, and she wasn’t content with just sucking on his balls like they were tasty treats, popping off his orbs and sliding her lips and an unfurled tongue all the way up to his glans, and promptly sealed her lips around his helm.

Erik couldn’t help the soft moan that left him. As assertive and energetic as her efforts were, they weren’t crude either, lips sealing closely and tightly, tongue swirling relentlessly wherever it could touch, and her teeth kept safely away from anything sensitive… save for the moments she ever so gently scraped her sharp ivories across the slope of his glans, applying the slightest of pressure so he only felt an acute, tingling touch rather than any painful pinching or digging.

She still had one hand wrapped around his length, and it kept pumping, kept stroking the lower half of his penis. A pressure was building in his loins, but the demon seemingly knew not to go too fast, not wanting to push him over the edge before she’d had her fun.

Her suckling on his tip was borderline though, threatening to keep him inching towards climax. She slurped, tugged, and wrapped that dexterous tongue around his helm, before her own patience seemed to wear thin, and she dropped down upon his length, each bob and twist of her head taking an inch more until she had to pull the stroking hand away from his length so she could swallow him to the hilt, tip sliding into her throat like she didn’t even notice.

It made him moan and rock his head back. His legs tried to close together out of reflex, but with both hands she kept them parted, and kept Erik pinned.

Her mouth was so incredibly hot. Not unpleasantly so, but it was like a fire burned within her, warming her saliva and flesh in a way that added to the pleasure.

The slick sounds emanating from his crotch only added to the debauchery, Erik simply taking things as they came, believing that any attempt to flee or take control would not work out; she was fast, and he could tell she was strong.

She gurgled and gulped inhumanly around his mast, and the walls of her tight gullet flexed directly against his dick in response, a bizarre, thrumming massage, just another layer of her energetic fellatio.

She bobbed from root to tip, twisting her head rapidly… and then, on one upwards stroke, her lips pulled away… but her tongue did not, coiling around his girth like a serpent, the tip of the purple muscle delving through his bush to lap at his balls.

It was a shocking sight, Erik widening his eyes in the brief moment he saw her tongue wrapped around his penis, before she slipped her lips back down, the oral folds undulating as they slid over her own tongue, which squeezed tightly and twisted and flexed slightly around his manhood.

At least until she popped off his tip, her lips hovering a hairsbreadth away from his glans, hot breath washing over his helm. That, she seemingly did, so she could begin stroking his cock up and down with her coiled tongue, bunching the lengths of muscle together or spreading them apart, a spiralling tunnel of slick flesh that compressed or stretched out, or swirled around in a twisting manner. She drooled from her open mouth, channelled along her tongue and smeared into the skin of his dick with sloppy disregard for decorum.

Yet, he could smell her breath, and it was no rancid stench, but a subtle perfume. Hot, not something he could call sweet… but enticing, alluring. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but it was pleasing to his nose.

He was also drawing closer to a climax, this bizarre act with a tongue well beyond the length and flexibility of any human’s providing something he knew he’d never experienced before, and thus he was proving weak to it.

He panted softly, watching as this demon stroked him closer to release with her tongue, Erik having nothing else he could do.

Then she swallowed his cock to the hilt again, slurping and tugging with its tongue and applying a wet, sloppy suction as it gulped around his manhood, especially whenever she delved into his crotch and his penis was trapped in her throat, her growls and other guttural sounds of pleasure vibrating right into his sensitive shaft.

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You are the one who can make us all laugh

But doing that you break out in tears

Please don’t be sad if it was a straight mind you had

We wouldn’t have known you all these years

Dear Mr. Fantasy, Traffic

——————-

The young boy was enthralled. He stared and smiled at the shadowy figure. All Rhett could see was the creature’s eyes. They were a deep blue. Like the ocean on a bright, sunny day.

The creature saw him. The railing collapsed away from his hand and then the stairway away from his feet. He leapt and landed safely, but felt his left leg snap. The pain was instant and begged for his attention, but he didn’t let go of the boy. He didn’t leap for his own safety. Somehow he managed to hurl himself forward and snatched the child from what he was sure would be a terrible fate. He covered the child completely, not allowing the creature his prize. A vicious slash of the creature’s claws across his back indicated the rage he was about to face.

But the next attack was thwarted. The creature gave a terrifying roar and then disappeared. One of its arms looked like it had been hit by a bright bolt of energy. Lightning? No. It was too wide and organized. Almost like a…

He felt a soothing touch on his back. A wisp of sandy blond hair came into view. The soothing sensation spread across his back. He would have relaxed, but his leg was in agony. She briefly appeared. A beautiful woman with dark eyes. She looked like Brie Larson. She smiled. “Your humans can fix the leg.”

———–

“She really said humans?” Inspector Kaprik handed him his cup from the coffee vendor. He had started to be able to walk with crutches, and was discharged from Mercy Hospital. He was going to miss Christine.

“Yes. But she looked completely human herself.”

“Looked like Brie Larson. Yes you told me. You have a thing for Brie Larson?”

“Oh stop. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Because your nurse looked like Brie Larson, except for her eye color. Maybe you were in a delirious state and remembered her?”

“I know it sounds crazy,” he said, “but what am I supposed to do? We saved the boy and almost immediately another one disappeared. Then I have a vision of her again and she gives me a name, Miri.”

“Which doesn’t show up in any database. No one has been identified taksim escort with that name in the area for three centuries.”

“Did you request the portrait?” he asked.

“No and I’m not about to. Do you think a 300 year old painting is going to help us find this boy?”

“Poppy, please. Something is not right here. Not only did she visit me, I think the creature possessed Christine.”

“What has happened to you? You sound completely mad!”

“She spent the entire evening calling me Mr. Tepper.”

“I’ve never heard her call you that. It has always been Detective Tepper.”

“Exactly.”

He finally had her attention. “What was she doing when she kept calling you this?”

“Seducing me. Late at night. She claimed she wanted me to take her virginity.”

“Of course you obliged.”

“Poppy, you know I’ve been saving it for you.”

“You don’t know the legend, do you?”

He looked at her, taking a sip of the coffee. Was she serious? She went from skeptic to urban legend expert awful quick. She lowered her voice. “The creatures are called Succubae. Yes, just like the mythology. I’ve never heard of Succubus possessing someone. It may not have been Christine at all. Maybe the Succubus just fooled you into thinking it was her.”

“But why seduce me?”

“That’s what they do. Please don’t tell me you gave in to her. There is a particularly nasty kind of Succubus that can use your seed to cause agonizing decay and erosion of your genitals over a period of months.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. The worst of them can make it fall completely off. They say the only way to know for sure is if the creature…

looks like Brie Larson.”

She smacked the table and roared with laughter. The other customers saw him turn beet red.

“You are a complete ass.”

————-

The child was shivering in the cold, damp hole in the ground. A winged demon stood over the opening. Miri had no fear of the demon. It was what the demon might alert if she wasn’t careful. A dark force was near. She could feel its presence. She had only felt such a presence once before. She shuddered to think of it. The boy was safe for now. She needed to return to the human detectives. The male had impressed her. Not only did he survive the creature, he had seen it possess one of the nurses escort bayan but was not afraid. To make love to the possessed woman took courage. And probably saved her life.

Miri had lived in this valley for centuries. She enjoyed the humans. They could see her if she allowed it, and she often mingled among them. She hadn’t for some time, however. When the last boy disappeared ten years ago, the humans started going crazy. They burned farms and fields in an attempt to rid the area of “bad spirits”. All that managed to do was draw more in.

Something was happening that was beyond her knowledge and expertise. That was saying something. She had practiced magic and lived among mythological creatures her whole life. She had seen the creature that tried to take the first child, but it was just a minion. Something far more sinister was in control of it. She had also seen Rhett survive the damage from the creature’s claws. It would have killed a human in seconds. He was not human. How could he not know?

A man walked up to the demon and uttered the chant to dismiss him. It simply disappeared. A dark and terrifying feeling came over Miri.

It couldn’t be. Not here. It was just a myth!

The boy stopped shuddering and was pulled out of the hole. The man looked down at him. “Sit.” The man sat across from him. “Would you like food?” he asked.

The boy was no longer afraid. “Yes.”

“Then make food. You can do it. There you go.” A large slice of cheese and some bread appeared before the boy. He ate it quickly.

Miri closed her eyes. She had been a fool.

“She will escape.”

“No, she thinks she will. That is what you have picked up on. But she has fallen into the trap. She is already in the hole.”

The boy peered over the edge. Miri was there. Her eyes darted around in fear. That was all she could move as the spell spread over body.

She couldn’t believe what was happening. They were the offspring of Lilith, the Upyr. Lilith was the ancient blood drinking demon from Hebrew legend around biblical times. She was helpless against this magic. Her only hope was if Rhett was who she thought he was.

————-

“Rhett these are claw marks.”

“I know Poppy, I didn’t know you hadn’t seen them.”

They were in a Turkish bath. Years of working together had made them comfortable topkapı escort with each other. As she lightly traced over them, Rhett started becoming aroused. They had never had sex before. What was getting him interested now?

“I think this place is safe. Will you talk to me now?” She moved behind him and straddled his back. Her face was quite manly, but she had an athletic body with full breasts. They were pressing into his back. Her nipples were going back and forth over the scar of the claw mark.

“Poppy, it nearly cost me my mind the last time. I can’t go there again, but I have to. I know. Please kill me afterwards. I can’t live like that again.”

She lightly rubbed his shoulders and worked her way down his chest. His rock hard cock popped free of his towel and begged for attention. “I left you then. I wasn’t ready for it all. I ran. I know it hurt you. I won’t do that again. I am here. With you. I won’t leave you. I promise.” She worked her way down to his abdomen. Each rub and touch bumped the head of his cock. Her breasts rubbed deep into his scars. He could feel her breath on his neck.

“Why now?” he asked, staring at his cock.

She started rubbing both hands around the base of his cock. Her breasts seemed to be healing his scar. He could smell her hair. She was so close. She began to lick his neck.

“We’ve never done this. I don’t understand.” He sounded confused.

His surroundings started to become jumbled. The walls looked like they were laughing. He couldn’t go there again. No! He had to. He had to press on.

He was in a hole. Fever wracked his body. And hunger. A hunger so deep he could feel nothing else. Food was near. He could smell it. He could sense her fear, but he couldn’t see her. His eyes were still sealed shut.

“He’s behind the old Gurtag Farm. Four clicks south of where she killed the succubus.” He returned to his reality.

Poppy had progressed to working her magic on his cock, stroking it harder and harder. He was going to cum. He felt a huge relief and then a wave of pleasure as he shot a huge blast of cum in the air. She continued to work her hands up and down his cock. “You did it, Rhett. You are amazing.”

He didn’t feel amazing. His orgasm was ending but he kept going higher and higher. His tongue started darting out into the air.

“That’s it Rhett. Keep going. You are almost there.”

He began to cry. He begged, “NO! Please God. NO!” His face began to twitch wildly.

She sank her fangs into his neck. His life force poured into her as she drank greedily.

“Welcome back, Rhett. Did you miss the madness?”

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#######Author’s Note#######

After reconciling some of the pressing concerns Ketna had over her brush with death, she has decided to permit Xerxes back into her sexual aspect of her life once more, but on her own terms. She has a lot of new ground rules to establish, and things take an unintended emotional turn. A little femdom, a little emotional distress, a little vulnerability, a lot of sex.

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After all the pain and anger that had built up over her recovery from the trap she escaped, it was strange to return to the more favorable category of thoughts regarding Xerxes as she had, before. As favorable as they could be for someone like him. The time it took to fully heal from her throat injury was plenty of time to determine if she was comfortable with Xerxes handling her, again. Her conclusion was that she was amicable, but only if she could establish it under the right conditions.

To go back as though nothing happened would give the impression she was easily won. But she also didn’t want to ‘reward’ him for the bare minimum. It was a matter of walking the line between getting what she wanted while also keeping it clear he needed to work to keep her interest. Taking her time to compose her thoughts, and how to phrase her requirements for re-initiating contact, Ketna sent the time and date that they would ‘reconnect’.

–

Back on his balcony again, a place that months ago Ketna never considered returning to with this specific intent. It was as though nothing had changed, save for one small detail- the cat that now occupied a little bed on a vantage point next to the sliding doors of the balcony. He didn’t move from his spot but his posture changed, now alerted to her presence on the balcony, tail flicking in idle curiosity. Now no longer carrying an undercurrent of disdain, she could regard the changes Xerxes had made to the living room to accommodate the new roommate with favorable amusement.

Xerxes’s large frame announced his presence by obstructing the light before she caught sight of him. He slid open the glass door.

“Y’coming in or what?”

Ketna had no words to describe this ‘reunion’ but it was oddly anticlimactic after everything that transpired between them. Possibly the most off-putting thing about it was that nothing told her she shouldn’t be there. She took hold of the edges of her jacket, tugging at them to shrug off the fallen snow that had accumulated on the back and shoulders, nodding briefly before walking to the open door.

“Got your voice back?” Xerxes watched Ketna intently as she strode the threshold of the balcony.

Ketna didn’t pay him much attention while she shook the snow off her boots and slipped them off. “Wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t.” She answered casually, only glancing up at him when she was done. She couldn’t be certain, but there seemed to be the briefest notion of relief in Xerxes’ posture, the more she spoke.

“Good, fuckin’ ya without hearin’ ya scream just ain’t the same.”

In the middle of stripping off her pack and jacket, it was easy to catch the drop in Ketna’s shoulders at the response she should have expected, though the mask obscured the rolling of her eyes. It wasn’t the type of relief she had hoped for.

After resting the jacket near the shoes she had left, Ketna thumbed over to the cat, changing the subject. “You named him Capone?”

“Yeah,” Xerxes slid the balcony door shut. “Shithead’s made himself real comfortable here, real fast.”

Ketna smirked behind her mask but made no sound of laughter. Removing her gloves, she presented bare fingers for the curious tabby to sniff. It only took a couple huffs for him to shove his head against her hand, which Ketna responded by scratching him wherever he leaned his head into.

“Didn’t get to introduce myself properly, last time.” Ketna spoke idly while providing the attention Capone wanted, using her free hand to slide the scarf off her neck.

“Y’here for me or the cat?” Xerxes sounded vaguely impatient, possibly even the slightest bit jealous at the attention Capone was receiving, but Ketna couldn’t be certain.

“I don’t know,” Ketna’s tone was mockingly wistful. “It’s a tough call, you’ve got some strong competition.” Capone leaned the full weight of his top half into Ketna’s hands, purring loudly at the scratching against his cheek.

“Competition? Tch’,” Xerxes loomed his frame over her, sliding his head beside Ketna’s before he continued. “How’s about I pet your pussy and make you purr.”

Ketna was not prepared for how quickly she dropped at that single suggestion by Xerxes, especially at something so incredibly stupid. She was grateful for the mask that obscured her likely reddening face. But little good that did her when her momentary freeze would have been something he could easily pick up on. Or he would have, had his attention not been drawn by something else.

“Ain’t a mark there…” Xerxes commented curiously, looking at the space on her exposed neck where she had been shot straight through.

Xerxes’ hand reached out, merter escort seeking to confirm what he saw, but Ketna caught his fingers in her grasp the moment they moved toward her. Capone gave a soft protest at the loss of the hand that had been attending to him.

“I haven’t given you permission to touch me.” She announced just as quickly.

Xerxes huffed, almost sneering, at the denial of his advance but did nothing to contest it. When he pulled his hand back, Ketna released it without another word.

“So y’just heal like that?” His hand gestured at her without advancing.

“I’m not magic, I need surgery just like anyone else.” Ketna blew off the question, retrieving her pack and making her way to the hall in an attempt to avoid the line of questioning.

Xerxes was fast on her heels, and not about to let it go right then. “Anyone else still gets scars, ‘less they’re synthetic.”

Ketna paused in her response, mulling on how much to provide that would get him to let go of the subject.

“I have access to medical means most don’t.” She answered cautiously.

“Figured that much, but there’s more to that, isn’t there.”

Again there was a marked silence as Ketna considered her words carefully. She didn’t have to answer him, but knowing how he was, he was going to needle her again at some other point until he got an answer he was satisfied with. Entering the threshold of the bedroom, she attempted to bring the subject to a close as quickly as possible.

“I heal a bit more- completely than typical. As long as the pieces are close enough and aligned correctly, my body can fill in the blanks without too much issue.” It was more information than she would have liked to provide, but it was likely something he would pick up on soon enough, especially if they were going to continue being ‘intimately’ involved.

“There a limit to that?”

“None you need to know.” Ketna answered sharply.

“So that’s a yes.”

Ketna huffed but didn’t answer the question, setting the bag on the nearest surface to sort through it.

“S’Like, if y’get an arm sliced off y’can just put it back on like nothing happened?” Xerxes gestured to his own arm when speaking, mimicking a slicing motion toward it to illustrate his question.

Ketna paused in her preparations and sighed heavily. “Yes.” She answered darkly, suspecting it’d be something he’d find out eventually.

“So h-“

“Do you want me to fuck you or not?” She interrupted the next line of questioning before it got on any further.

“Shoulda just said that from the beginning.”

Ketna sighed but was glad to have the conversation move beyond the discussion of her physical limits and what could kill her. She had sorted what she needed in her bag, but kept the contents hidden inside for now, the more important gear she needed to start was not in her possession. Glancing around the room, she found the harness resting outside the hardware cabinet. After slipping one item from her bag into a pocket, she sat the bag next to the cabinet, exchanging it for the harness that hung there. But that wasn’t the only thing she needed.

Opening the cabinet she found it much less of a mess than before. It wasn’t neatly organized but it had been very obviously sorted through. What remained appeared to only be the things that fit Xerxes and what he, hopefully, was interested in. The lack of collars in the cabinet was a good indication of that. She hoisted the additional straps she intended to use over her shoulder, and closed the cabinet back up.

“Get over here so I can strap you in.” Ketna held up the harness to make her intent clear.

Xerxes was quietly compliant as Ketna slipped the harness over each arm, holding each one out as needed. She slipped it over around his front, circling around to his back to fasten it.

“Let me make this absolutely clear.” Ketna marked the statement with the final tug of the buckle. “Things are not ‘back to normal’ between us. My being here is not proof of absolvement, this is your trial. The verdict depends entirely on how well you listen.” She walked back around to Xerxes’ front in time for him to address her.

“Trial huh? Should I call ya ‘your honor’?”

“Heh, cute, but no.” She tugged at the harness. “Now, kneel.” She ordered.

Xerxes gave a nonchalant shrug but did as he was instructed, kneeling as he did the last time. As he complied, Ketna continued.

“Face forward, hands on your thighs, remain still until I instruct you otherwise.” As she spoke, Ketna made slow strides circling around Xerxes, while resting a hand to linger on his shoulders, tracing across him with her steps.

“I’m not letting you at me all at once.” As Ketna explained, she withdrew the object she had snuck into her pocket and unfurled it. “You will be restricted in what you can do,” she slipped it around Xerxes’ head, making it obvious it was a blindfold. “And what you can see.” She emphasized as she secured it, when doing so, she caught the corners of his mouth tugging into a grimace. “The escort istanbul better you listen, the more freedom I’ll permit you. Hands behind your back.”

Xerxes gave a small laugh but did as he was told. One by one she strapped his arms to his harness. When finished she continued to pace around him once more, leaving a hand against his neck to ensure she never lost contact with him. Circling around to his front, the hand on him trailed up his neck, gliding under his jaw to firmly hold him by the chin, tilting his head upward.

“Is that clear?”

“Heh, crystal.”

“Good. Now, wait here, don’t move until I tell you.”

Finally releasing him from her touch, she left Xerxes kneeling there on the floor.

She had intended to change earlier but between the cat and distracting conversation about her healing she never got around to it. All for the better in the end, making him wait patiently was something he could learn from.

She had no intention of dressing up for him, but she did want something easier to work with this specific kind of activity. A dress was more convenient than a pants and top set, and a full mask swapped with a half mask to keep her voice clear and instructions easy to hear. All the while, apart from some subtle muttering and shifting, Xerxes had remained in place and largely quiet.

Returning to Xerxes’ placement on the floor, Ketna placed a hand on his shoulder as soon as she was in reach before she spoke.

“Off to a good start, but I’ll see how well you keep this up.”

With hand on his shoulder Ketna placed pressure in the direction she wanted to guide him to, turning him to face the edge of the bed. Xerxes now positioned as she wanted, she sat herself at the edge of the bed, hand drifting from shoulder to his chin as she moved and sat in place.

“You have a lot to answer for, I expect you to make it up to me.” Ketna’s hand pulled away from Xerxes, joined to rest in her lap with the other. “Which is why, before we go any further, you’re going to apologize to me.”

Xerxes’ smirk dropped into a frown. “What?”

“You heard me. If you want anything between us to move forward, I expect you to apologize to me.”

“That a metaphor, cus if you want me t-“

“I’m serious, a real apology.” Ketna cut him off before he could steer the conversation in another direction.

“I apologized to you for actions I took that crossed the line, now you need to do the same. You want us to be square, this is how you do it.”

“Th’fuck am I even apologizin’ for. You admitted that was your fuckup. And I already told you I didn’t claw you on purpose. What- am I supposed t’apologize for something that wasn’t even my fault just cus you got hurt?”

Ketna sighed in exasperation, she wasn’t surprised but now she was second guessing if this was more trouble than it was worth.

“Yes, I admitted where I fucked up, and I know I caused that outcome. But things wouldn’t have escalated to that point in the first place had you just admitted not wanting the collar. And deflecting that discomfort with what I can only describe as insecure machismo, didn’t help, either.”

Xerxes sneered, straining on his binds. “We actually fucking or was this all so that you could fuckin’ lecture me?”

“Yes, we’re going to fuck,” Ketna sighed, but was unsurprised at where he put his priorities. “All you have to do is apologize and we can continue.”

Xerxes shifted again, on the cusp of another complaint but Ketna spoke before he could voice it.

“Since I’m certain you’ve hardly had any practice in this field, here’s how an apology works. First, you identify where you did wrong. Second, you state your remorse for that wrongdoing, sincerely. Third, you endeavor to not repeat it and say as much. It is also helpful to apologize for things that weren’t intentional, not because of culpability, but out of sympathy or remorse that it happened.”

Xerxes groaned audibly, fidgeting in place, but finally settled.

“Yeah alright, fine.” He took a breath before he spoke again. “I’m Sorry- I lied- about the collar.” Xerxes spoke with great strain and theatrical inflection, emphasizing and exaggerating words as he spoke.

“And?”

“And?? What ‘and’? You already know about the collar we covered that. What the fuck am I not supposed to repeat?” His voice raised, his flexing in agitation causing audible strain to the binds.

“Any other situation where you’re not comfortable with something, you tell me. You don’t deflect it or make a joke about it, you just say you don’t want it.”

“Yeah yeah fine okay, I’ll tell you I don’t want somethin’ or ‘deflect’ or whateverthefuckitis.” Xerxes huffed but the tension against his bonds seemed to wane.

Concerned about the potential spot of vulnerability Xerxes may be in, in all this, Ketna felt impulsed to make a pact she hadn’t intended to when she started. She reached out, gently placing her fingers against the sides of his neck. Xerxes flinched at the touch, either because he wasn’t expecting it or was tense etiler escort from the course of conversation, or both, Ketna wasn’t sure. But he didn’t respond adversely beyond that. She traced her hands up his neck and began to speak when she felt some of the tension leave.

“I don’t violate intimacy, Xerxes.” Both of Ketna’s hands rested against his jaw, cupping it from underneath, her voice weighted with earnest sincerity. “I don’t use it as a tool or a lure. Whatever vulnerability I discover between us remains that way. If there is a boundary, I won’t cross it, but in order to do that I need to know where it is.”

“Y-yeah-” He shrugged, attempting to shake off whatever disorientation he was experiencing. “sure, whatever.”

“Good. Now then-” One of Ketna’s hands left Xerxes’ jaw, leaving just one to tilt it up. “you mentioned a metaphorical apology. I think I like the sound of that.”

Her last hand withdrew from his chin as she leaned herself back. With the appropriate leverage, she raised a leg over Xerxes’ shoulder, pulling him into a leaning position toward the foot of the bed.

“I hope I don’t need to explain what I expect of you n-ext-!?”

Ketna had hardly finished her sentence when Xerxes shoved his face hungrily between her legs, teeth and tongue no strangers to navigating the delicate flesh, despite the lack of help from his sight. Even after the first time he had responded this way, it never ceased to surprise her with how eager he was to get his face between her legs.

His tongue found its way between her lips brushing on the outside as a tease, then forcing its way between on the second lap. Ketna leaned herself back, resting her weight on an arm while tilting her hips up to potentially give Xerxes better access in the position he was in. He shifted quickly to the new posture, pressing the front of his teeth carefully to her lips while his tongue dove deeper inside. The pressure he could provide inside her was decently stimulating, his tongue was good enough at that. They had hardly begun and already, Ketna found herself being lulled closer into a state of sexual comfort.

He continued massaging her internally until he heard the first gentle sounds from her, withdrawing the tongue for what she knew would follow. As he had done before, teeth pressed to her lips, pressure enough to part what he needed to gain access to her most sensitive spot. As many times as it had happened, and just as before, Ketna jerked in place at the first contact of tongue against her clit. His careful buildup had made her appropriately sensitive, and the gentle swirling of his tongue was winding her up in quick order, warmth of what would soon follow reaching from her center through the rest of her body.

While he could not keep himself close to her on his own, Ketna’s hand at the back of his head and legs against his back, kept him as close as he needed to be. Circular motions switched to quick, flicking laps, and her body responded immediately. Everything was getting sharp so fast, her back arched in some attempt to feel it more, her mind chanted for it to not stop but she could only whine in her state. He kept up the action for as long as he needed until she finally gave a small whimper and her body began to shudder. The subtle ripple of an orgasm took hold of her body for a moment, her back stiffening, legs tightening against his back and hand at the back of his head clenching in a fist but not gripping at him.

Despite his limited mobility, Xerxes did what he could to keep himself as close to her as possible, seeking to continue teasing her through her sensitivity, but it was an effort that had its limits. After the first wave of intensity washed over her, Ketna pulled herself away from him and there was little he could do to bridge the gap. Conceding his limits given the circumstances, he ceased straining against her hand, licking lightly against his teeth, grinning at her from his position.

“Good enough for ya?”

“Not bad,” She admitted, Ketna’s voice was almost melodious in her praise but still marked by deep breaths, riding the pleasant sensation of the orgasm she just had. “Now show me what you can do with your hands.”

Reaching around Xerxes’ side to his back, she undid the buckles of the straps that held his arms in place. It may have been too early to move to the next step, but she desperately wanted the additional stimulus that she knew his hands could provide.

His hands darted straight to her hips the moment they were free. He grasped and yanked her to nearly off the edge of the bed with a force that threw her off-balance. Hands clamored over her thighs, hips, and back with a ravenous urgency that caused him to grip all too tightly in places. The feel of claws against her skin, even if accidentally, caused Ketna to stiffen immediately.

“Hey! Watch the claws!” Her order was sharp and urgent, her mind recalling the last time Xerxes dug his claws into her.

Xerxes’ grasps softened immediately upon hearing the exclamation, then tightened again with more caution than before. It took longer for Ketna’s adrenaline to die back down despite her relief that he had listened and complied so quickly, as her mind was still coasting on the memory of before. But sure enough, Xerxes’ diligent and attentive work in her sex had coaxed her into a tentative state of ease.

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Lindsay woke up after a three-hour nap. She knew what it was! She sprinted all the way to Sirix’s tent, bursting in on him with Nol, Donil, and Kalo. He was pointing to a map saying, “We’ll go through this pass-” when she tore through the tent flaps. “What is it, Indsayee?”

“We shouldn’t move!” she panted.

“What was that?” Sirix asked.

She collected herself. “We shouldn’t move. They’re expecting it.”

“Expecting it?” Nol said.

“Yes. They’re planning for you to move. I don’t think they’ll come back here again. It’ll probably be the last place they look.”

“I doubt they think that much,” Nol scoffed.

A crease appeared between Sirix’s brow as he spoke. “It’s an interesting idea, but what are you basing it on?”

Lindsay wasn’t about to tell him she’d seen it in a movie. “Just a hunch.”

Sirix put his glass of flaxa fruit juice down with a final sounding thud next to the bottle. “You’re asking me to bet the lives of my people on your hunch?” He frowned.

Lindsay’s face burned with embarrassment. It sounded so stupid when he said it like that. “Well, I mean, like the Art of War says to know thine enemy and… and…” she tried. She’d heard the book said that, she’d never read it, but it sounded right.

“Yes, I know what the Art of War says. It’s on the bookshelf next to my father’s journals. It belonged to my grandfather.”

She slumped, looking defeated. But she knew she was right. “But why would they come back? They have to know by now you never stay in the same place. And what happens if we don’t move and they come back? At least we’d have rest and food and time to prepare. If we leave and they catch us early, where will we be?”

“Know thy enemy and know yourself; in a hundred battles, you will never be defeated.” Sirix mumbled what was probably Sun Tzu’s actual quote. Sirix took a swig of the bright purple liquid straight from the bottle as he pondered a minute. “Hmmm… You make a good point. They’ll have learned our pattern by now. I’d hate to think we were allowing ourselves to be herded to exhaustion like losa.” He slammed the bottle on the table. “We stay.” he declared. “Everyone, burn the bodies and get some sleep. Prepare for repairs to start tomorrow. Except you, Indsayee, I wanted to speak with you further.”

The others exited the tent seeming relieved and yet, nervous. If she was wrong, they might very well face another battle in the morning, but she knew she wasn’t. She knew it.

Sirix’s tent was much larger than the normal living quarters of the Bonat. At its center was a large, segmented table that formed a septagon with an open center when they were all put together. Behind that by almost a yard, was a piece of furniture that resembled a desk. It was covered in maps and papers. Leaned up against the desk were piles of golden orbs, like treasure carelessly left about as though to say he either wanted to show his wealth, or else wanted to show he wasn’t afraid that anyone would be able to take it from him. Behind the desk were three tall shelves filled with books and documents Lindsay couldn’t read. In the corner, on the opposite side of the room, was a cot of woven fronds, like the ones all the other tents had, a thick, green blanket covering it.

Sirix poured another cup of the purple liquid, putting it on the table. “Have a drink,” he said. She took the cup. The juice sloshed slightly over the top. “I thought so. You’re still shaking.”

“I’m just tired.”

“You can lie to the rest of them, tell them you’re fine, but don’t lie to me, Indsayee.”

“The Nobillo I killed… he wanted to sacrifice me to something he called The Immortal. fındıkzade escort Why do they want me so badly?”

“I have an idea. I’m not completely sure, but I think it has something to do with the way you saved Nol and I today.” He tipped his head back and drank from the bottle. “Has that ever happened before? Where you knew something was about to happen?”

Lindsay downed the liquid in one gulp and nodded. It tasted fruity and went down smooth. “Lots of times.”

“How long?”

“My whole life. As far back as I can remember.” She sat down in a chair. “I used to think I was just lucky, that I had really good intuition.” She stopped. He probably wouldn’t believe her if she told him. She pushed her cup forward for him to fill it.

He sat, pouring more from the bottle. She took the shot and slammed it down for another. He obliged. It probably wasn’t alcohol, or, if it was, it was very weak, but if she learned anything from Psych 101 it was if she believed it was alcohol enough it could produce similar effects and she needed something to calm her down.

He urged her on, “But then?”

“Then those psychos at The Hollow said I had ESP, they called me a precog.” She sank another shot. “Which basically means I can see the future.” Another shot. “But, apparently, I’m not very good at it when I’m not on Ritalin. Not good enough to be one of them anyway,” she said, bitterly. “Not that I want to be bred like some show pony. But I guess if you’re not good enough for making babies you get sacrificed to aliens on some crazy planet,” she slurred slightly. Either the drink was doing its job or her brain was as she took another. She smirked at Sirix. “Though, honestly, given those choices, I’d rather be sacrificed to aliens than spend the rest of my life barefoot and pregnant in some cave.”

“You’re not drunk,” Sirix said.

“Yeah, well, I need to be.”

He looked at her seriously. “Well, I need you not to be.”

“Fine. I get it, I’m not drunk, but I’m still going to try and feel that way.”

“As long as you don’t let it interfere with your answers, I don’t care.”

“Fine.”

“What is Ritalin?”

“It’s a drug that helps you focus.”

“That’s not a lot of help.”

Lindsay stood, strolling around the tent like she was drunk, her drink sloshing onto her as she walked. “Nope! Not on this stupid planet! You don’t even have guns! Everyone fights with spears and harpoon and knives.”

“Oh, we have guns.”

She rounded on Sirix. “Then why don’t you use them?!”

“Because they don’t work well enough. Between the robes that hide their armor and the feathers and the flying it’s almost impossible to get a good hit and it uses a lot of metal. It’s more than we can afford to waste on those mutants.”

“Mutants?” Ok, she was back to sober reality now, the image of those large blank orbs and sharp teeth front and center in her mind.

“Children of the Immortal. The Nobillo mixed their genes with those of that thing they call The Immortal in hopes of creating a superior race. Obviously, the results were not as they hoped. Now they use them for their grunt work.”

“So, what do the real Nobillo look like?”

He took out a piece of charcoal and began sketching. “They are smaller in build and stature and have three sets of wings. The outer sets of wings are white, but the innermost set is deep purple.” A large set of white wings sprouted from his charcoal onto the paper, followed by two lower, smaller sets, the last one he shaded in. “Their eyes are bright green or copper with purple pupils – I can’t really show it here but they have two sets istanbul escort of inner eyelids.” He drew large eyes on the being with strange large irises that consumed most of the eye and pupils that were shaped like a wavy “w”. “They usually have dark or tawny hair.” The face took on a vaguely hawkish cast as he drew. The hands had six longish fingers and the feet, long toes. The mouth was almost lipless, the body long and pale. “Their skin is either like yours or the color of flaxa root. And watch out for the claws, they retract.” The creature he sketched was oddly beautiful, regal even, but unsettling at the same time.

“What is The Immortal?”

“I’m not sure. It might just be made up, or a machine, or it could be some sort of alien. My grandfather was only vaguely aware a cult had formed around it before they took over and the Citadel fell. But they worship it as a god and seem to think it has the ability to absorb the characteristics of anyone whose blood it consumes.”

“You think it might be fake? But what about the Children?”

“Genetic experiments. The Nobillo and Korsuch were obsessed with them before the fall. They may have created something they wanted to keep hidden so they created the idea of The Immortal to dupe people into becoming willing samples to work with.”

“That’s insane! They’re like alien Nazis!”

“Probably.” Sirix shrugged. “My grandfather strenuously opposed them and, as the Bona Serat Corsar goes, so to do the people. When they proposed using the Stone Gates to bring humans in for their experiments that’s when the Bonat drew the line during the last Council of Five meeting.”

“The Council of Five?”

“The five sentient races. The Nobillo, the Korsuch, the Bonat, the Olaru, and the Desni. Though the Desni never attended, they were always given a place in the council.”

Lindsay was completely transfixed. “Why did the Desni never attend? And who are the Olaru?”

“They felt the council was made of inferior races and it was beneath them. The Olaru…” he sighed and began sketching a furry creature that was less than half the size of the Nobillo and looked a lot like an overlarge hamster, “they agreed with us that this was a step too far. They were so horrified by the idea they met it by proposing all the gates be destroyed. My grandfather was uncertain, the Bonat were fond of the humans, especially my grandfather who had made particularly close friends with one who had accidentally stumbled on one of the gates during some sort of battle. I suspect they were bonded, but I was too young when he passed to ask.”

“Bonded?”

Sirix made a gesture of a finger going into a circle. Lindsay’s eyes grew wide with understanding. “So, he was afraid if they closed the gates he’d lose his… bond?” She wasn’t sure what the right word was there.

“That was probably part of it. With a vote of two to two the council sent a delegation to consult the Desni. But it was all over before they made it. The Olaru found out the Korsuch had been using the gates to bring humans over for testing for over a lanc. They sent out spies to destroy the gates. They managed to destroy the gate of the Korsuch but there was a mistake while they were doing the Nobillo’s gate, they were only able to damage it enough that it only goes one way – that was the gate you came through. The Nobillo were outraged and declared it an act of war. In a single day, they razed the kingdom of the Olaru to the ground, so only ashes remained.”

“And the Olaru?”

“They became a delicacy.”

Lindsay felt sick at his words. They knew the Olaru were another civilization. And they bayrampaşa escort ate them.

“They were hunted to extinction. The last thing they did before their capital city was destroyed was to destroy their gate.”

“Which means the only gate that still worked…”

“Was in the hands of the Bonat. It all happened so fast. My grandfather often told me of the day the Citadel fell. They came in from the sky without warning. He watched them swooping in from the top of the Citadel, picking up our people and dropping them from great heights. The air was filled with screams. Then the Korsuch came in with their war machines.”

“Good thing the Bonat were a warrior race,” Lindsay said.

Sirix laughed. “A warrior race? We were the religious leaders of the world!”

“Wait. So the Bona Serat Corsar isn’t a warrior king?”

“A warrior king? No! What gave you that idea?” He laughed even louder. “The Bona Serat Corsar is the high priest of the Bonat. To attack him at the Citadel, it was spitting in the very face of our god!”

“I’m sorry, I just assumed since you were the Bona Serat and your grandfather was, that it was like a king…” She felt supremely stupid now.

“No, the Bona Serat Corsar is a position appointed by the people for life.”

“So, you’re not a king, you’re a priest?” It seemed unbelievable. Nothing about him made her think of any clergy she knew.

“Yes, the high priest for my people. The few of us who are left. We were a peaceful people; we only became warriors out of necessity. Until the Citadel fell, the Bonat had not had a standing army for a thousand lanc.”

Lindsay thought for a moment. “That does explain why you were so disorganized. And why I never see any groups training together.”

Sirix huffed indignantly. “They’re good soldiers. They followed my commands perfectly.”

“Well, I mean, yeah, but those commands were basically climb a tree and wait until you told them to jump. And even then, they weren’t all together. Be honest, if it was something more complicated than climb, jump, and stab, could you trust them to do it together?”

He sighed. “No.”

“Even the mutants can fly in tandem.”

“You’ve made your point. But what do you want me to do about it? As we’ve established, I manage, but I’m no warrior king. I wouldn’t even know how to begin to train them to act as a team.”

“But if they could, do you think you could figure out a way to beat those raiding parties?”

He placed a hand to his lips, brushing his middle finger across the scar as he thought. “I have some ideas.”

“Then I can train them. I was the captain of my volleyball team and every summer since I was sixteen, I helped coach the travel soccer team.”

“I don’t know what either of those things are.”

She placed a hand on his arm. “Just trust me on this. Give me a plan and I’ll make sure they can do it.”

He thought for a moment, then stood, taking another swig of the bottle. He gazed at the pile of golden orbs that leaned against what passed for his desk. He shrugged, spreading his arms wide. “Fine. What have we got to lose besides our lives? And we’re going to lose those anyway if something doesn’t change soon. Part of being a Bona Serat Corsar is recognizing when someone else needs to step in because you can’t do it on your own.”

He sighed. “I put my life and the lives of my camp into your hands,” he said, making a low bow. He looked up from his bow, his expression serious. “Don’t make me regret it.”

It was a lot. It wasn’t just the lives of these blue aliens on the line, but hers as well. If Sirix died, she’d never get home. But she could do this. She knew she could. She might not be a military mind, but, if there was one thing she knew how to do, it was build a team. How to balance strengths and weaknesses to create an unstoppable force. That was her job, Sirix would handle the rest. Lindsay’s eyes flashed with determination. “You won’t.”

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Sam Martin sat back in his office in Kentucky, thinking over the news he’d just gotten. The Commander had fallen… not to a bullet, or a bomb; not to any sort of enemy action. To simple old age. An enemy nobody could fight for too long. ‘Well’ he thought, as he hoisted his small glass of grape juice towards the west, towards the resting place of the man he’d always thought of as his mentor, ‘You lived a long, full life, Sir. Godspeed.’ He took a small sip and set the glass back down, going back to the equipment inventory he’d been perusing since the trucks had begun to arrive.

The old National Guard base to the south hadn’t turned up much; as Seth had said, there had been a couple of storage rooms that the Cubans hadn’t found, but neither had been very big, and hadn’t yielded much… a few dozen cases of rifles and ammo and a hundred cases of field rations but not much else. Still, every little bit helped.

On the bright side, news of their victory over the smaller Cuban camp to the south of them was quickly spreading, and they were already attracting new volunteers from as far south as Lexington and several small towns in northern Tennessee, and from some of the mining towns in the eastern part of Kentucky. There was still a larger camp, to the southeast, but given the number of new people they were attracting, and the speed at which these new volunteers were learning, he didn’t see that as a big problem.

Southwest of them, in northern Texas, the picture wasn’t quite so rosy.

The Cubans in this area were better trained, and better equipped. They had found an old US army base to the south, and although there had been numerous American troops there, descendants of the original occupants of the base, they hadn’t kept up the traditions and training of their ancestors nearly as well as the Cavedwellers had; and had allowed much of the equipment there to fall into a terrible state of disrepair, besides. The invaders had basically marched in, and after a four day battle, had taken the base as their own. They had then brought in an assortment of mechanics and technicians and had repaired a number of the old helicopters, tanks, APCs, and artillery pieces for their own use.

To the east of them, in Georgia, Mark had recently turned up an old locker that contained, among other things, a wide variety of radio equipment, including what had been known, long ago, as ‘kicker’ amplifiers for both CB and shortwave radios. He and his teams were soon fitting out all of their trucks with these radios, along with the shop itself, until Pete made an offhand remark about the Cubans ‘listening in on the extension’.

They were still puzzling over how to avoid this when Mike and Rachel made one of their infrequent visits… dropping off a third deer carcass… well, three quarters of this one… the other quarter was currently in their smoker.

They had a second motive, this time… to announce their decision to live as man and wife… and to announce Rachel’s pregnancy with their first, and most likely their only, child.

Mark decided this happy news was cause for celebration, and sent a few of his people out to spread the news that the shop was closing for the day, effective immediately, and the party would start within the hour… and would go on until nobody was sober enough to stand.

At some point during the party, Mark made a comment about their radio dilemma; Rachel was the one who solved it for them… she had Mark write down a long list of key words that they didn’t want the Cubans in the area hearing, then asked him to bring her a dictionary. Opening it to a random page, she blindly pointed to a random word on the page. She was, after all, the only one there who wasn’t drinking, in consideration of her condition, so for her, it was an obvious answer to the problem.

The word ‘guns’ became the word ‘elephants’. ‘Semi automatic’ became ‘picture’. ‘Camouflage’ became ‘supreme’. Soon, they had a list of thirty-odd keywords that had codewords to replace them in over-the-air communications. Before everyone else became too drunk to write, she copied this list twice, then enlisted two of Mark’s more sober employees to help in making copies from these lists. Within less than an hour, they had over fifteen copies ready, more than enough to cover every road team. Then they did this a second time, using the same list of key words with new codewords, providing a back up, just in case one of the originals fell into the wrong hands. They could shift over to the alternative without missing a beat.

Back in Oregon, at the base where they’d found the labs and the ‘Electric rifles’, Jan was back, diligently trying to hack the computers in the control room. She had decided that the best thing for her was to get back to work; it was better than sitting in the empty apartment. Life had to go on.

Back in Sturgis, Jimmy Archer Jr. and Debbie continued getting the new house in order, which consisted mostly in lining the inside of the outer beşiktaş escort walls with heavy beams, six inches thick and a foot wide, effectively bulletproofing the place for anything short of armor piercing rounds. The windows of their small house had been replaced with five inch thick sections of plexiglass, scrounged from an old home center storage warehouse, and could only be opened from the inside, adding another layer of security. Jimmy would have been just as happy moving back to the Cave, so that his now pregnant wife would be close to their hospital facilities, but she would have none of it. and he knew his wife… when she had her mind set on something, Debbie had a whim of steel. He knew her decision was the right one, of course; they both had classes to teach, and both had already made friends in the area. Besides, the five and a half acres of vegetables they were growing were just about ready for harvest, with all the processing that entailed.

Mike O’Connell sat back in the saddle, glad to get out of the office for a while. He, Dan Jenkins, and Marsh Johnson were out hunting, looking for the predator that had developed a taste for beef… all three of them had lost cows and calves over the past month. The tracks left behind at the kill sites had been a bit confusing; at one, there had been tracks from several wolves, and big ones, at that… at another there had been the same, but overlaying those were coyote prints. The only conclusion they could come to was that wolves were responsible for the initial kill, and coyote had come in afterward to feed on the leftovers. It wouldn’t be the first time, and they all knew it wouldn’t be the last.

Dan was the first one to spot it, off in the distance; the tracks hadn’t lied… it was a Big Bastard. Mike dug out the binoculars with the built in rangefinder, and looked it over carefully. He knew, instinctively, that he was looking at the Alpha male of the pack… even at this range, over seven hundred yards away, the damned thing appeared to be the size of a Great Dane. He slipped out of the saddle and extended the legs of the bipod at the end of the stock of the Barret .50 caliber sniper’s rifle, counting on Jenkins to grab his horse and retreat back behind the low hill.

The trigger snapped crisply at six and a half pounds of pressure, and he barely had time to get the scope back on the target before the heavy bullet slammed into the side of the doomed wolf. The big creature flipped over and off the ridge line it had been standing on, and Mike knew, instinctively, that it had been a clean kill. The local coyotes and other scavengers could clean up the mess.

North and slightly east of them, Ray Simpkins and several of his friends were out hunting deer. While the leaders at the Cave had been right in one respect… the nearby hills had been ripe for a good crop of corn… they hadn’t taken into account the growing size of the local deer herds. They’d culled eleven of the animals already, hauling the bodies back to the butcher shops inside of the Cave whole, and gaining credits for the large amounts of venison that would eventually be put up for sale inside the complex. The internal organs would be dumped into the three big saltwater ‘lakes’ where they raised crab, lobster, shrimp, and assorted saltwater gamefish, including small tuna.

Caleb Johansen exited the new underground farmhouse, wide-eyed. The place was built like a fortress… he knew he’d never have any trouble with tornadoes here. Although he’d never been to the Cave, he was impressed with the way they’d built these new buildings, and had a feeling he was seeing why the militia had so many survivors in their group.

He and Jeanine, along with the others in their group, had already had visits from their parents and other elders from their old community, and had explained that they’d moved back because there was simply more room here for crops. Not entirely untrue, though it was merely an excuse to come back here and begin the work of building up a ‘defense force’ of their own. His dad had been mightily impressed with the several buildings that made up his son’s new farm, and was actually thinking about asking if they could do the same thing with his own property… not to replace the house he’d grown up in, but to help him to build such a shelter, just big enough for him and the wife, and maybe a bit of extra space, just in case they had any visitors.

His wife wanted grandchildren, of course.

Jeanine set about getting the kitchen in order, while Seth was spending much of his time outside, felling thirteen dead trees around the property, most of which had been ready to drop at the next high wind anyway. He’d actually become quite adept with a chainsaw, and while he didn’t need anywhere near that much firewood, he knew that he could barter off much of it for other things he was going to need. Having an extra thirty five or forty cords to trade with would give him a huge bodrum escort advantage.

Gus Lector and his girlfriend, Mary Stone, in the farm to the immediate south of Seth, were doing much the same thing; Mary was busy stocking the shelves in the pantry while Gus was out plowing several fields, turning a load of compost into the dirt so it could sit through the fall and winter, absorbing the natural fertilizer and getting ready for the spring planting. He was actually running pretty much on a sort of ‘mental autopilot’ though, while he thought over methods to get his younger brother and a few of his cousins into some manner of the basic training he’d gone through, back in Clancy. He knew it wouldn’t be easy; after all, they already got a lot of exercise just doing their farm chores. Maybe, if he dropped by his dad’s place, and just idly mentioned needing a bit of help taking down a few of the dead trees around his own place, turning the ‘widowmakers’ into usable firewood, and a few thousand board feet of usable lumber…

Far to the south, in southern New Mexico, Hector Ortega was busy harvesting his last crop of the summer season. He, his brother, and both of his sisters were picking the last of his peppers by hand, which his wife and his sister in law would then pick up by the box full and haul off to the sprawling farmhouse for drying and canning for the short winter. His corn was already in the silo, and the tomatoes and some of the potatoes were in the root cellar, so all he really had left was the wheat, the oats and the oranges and grapefruit, and one more field of potatoes. Both the wheat and the oats required special machinery, which was currently over at his neighbor’s place. He knew that Jose would most likely bring the big harvesters back with empty fuel tanks, so he was going to have to barter with Senor’ Miller for more fuel. It just never seemed to end, around here.

‘Ah, well…’ he thought, ‘it’s a good thing the kids like climbing the trees.’ His children would harvest the oranges and the grapefruit, freeing him up to get the rest of the crops in. Much of the food would likely be stolen by the Cubans from the camp to the south, he knew, but he and his neighbors had little to fight back with. A few bolt action rifles and shotguns wouldn’t go far, he knew. He and his fellow villagers, it appeared, would have to swallow their pride and have another talk with that trader the next time he passed through. What had his name been?

‘Marty Crawford… that was it.’ he thought, as he continued, filling yet another basket with the mix of Jalapenos and banana peppers from the field. This one was nearly finished, and the next one would be an even bigger pain in the ass… he hated digging potatos.

Marty, John Medford, Don Anderson, and Chet Quinn, meanwhile, were busy at another one of the old storage buildings, sorting through the ancient clothing and furniture and kitchen supplies. They’d found one locker, full of cases of old canning jars, several cases full of kitchen knife sets, sets of pots and pans, and new-in-the-box small appliances, coffee makers, blenders, pasta makers, even a few old stand mixers… perfect. Chet’s wife was constantly complaining about kneading bread dough by hand. Don thought that it might have been an overflow warehouse for a restaurant supply house at one time, an idea that was reinforced by the three big walk in refrigerators that took up the back twenty five feet of the old room.

Marty, meanwhile, looked at the room he’d just opened up and groaned… bag upon bag of old clothes. ‘Oh well…’ he mused. Considering nobody was currently making clothes anymore, some of them would still be useful. He set about dragging out the old trashbags full of clothing, only to find that they were only two layers deep, and behind them were a fairly decent looking set of washer and dryer, and behind those were a large stack of storage tubs. He called out to John to bring one of the trucks over and give him a hand.

It took the two of them over two hours to clean out the old room, but in the end, they were glad they had; aside from the appliances and clothing, they found what appeared to be the entire contents of someone’s old apartment in the storage tubs, including what was probably the man’s pride and joy… a collection of old handguns, no two alike.

They decided to open one more and call it quits for the day, and were quite happy they did. This one was on the second level below ground, and must have belonged to a pharmacy… dozens of large brown jars, full of different tablets… and all kept cold by the concrete floor, so some few might still be good. Even though the temperature outside was pushing into the nineties, the temperature down here was in the mid fifties, at best. While most would have lost their potency over the years, there were some that might still be good, especially considering all of the bottles were vaccuum sealed, light resistant, çapa escort and kept in the cold, inside of storage tubs. They’d have to have the chemists back at the hospital check them out.

Across the country, in Texas, the crew from the O’Connell ranch were completing their fifth run, bringing back a number of still-servicable boats, RVs, and old pickup trucks, and the mechanics at the ranch were soon working twelve hour shifts getting these roadworthy again. The wives got into the act, too, of course, making new seat cushions, mattresses, and pillows for each one, most using denim, deer hides or a patchwork of rabbit skins.

In one of the old rooms, they had run across a vehicle that would be worth it’s weight in gold. It appeared to be some sort of vending truck; built in to the inside were flat top griddles, several small fryers, a number of latched cabinets, and a fair sized refrigerator. There was no food aboard, of course, but they could deal with that.

The one thing they couldn’t deal with was fuel. Almost everything on board this rig ran on propane, which was in short supply around here. If they could get that problem worked out, the old truck would make an ideal field kitchen. They knew the Cubans were getting it from somewhere, though, so if they could hijack a few truckloads from them…

Far to the north, in central Maine, one of the gate guards ran through the castle that dominated the hill top, seeking the Lord’s Chamberlain. Upon finding that notable, he went to one knee before him.

“Sir Geoffrey, I must inform you, sir… men approaching from the south, and they don’t appear to be the regular traders.”

Sir Geoffrey Powell, Chamberlain to the King, fished in his purse for a coin, finally locating a nickel, and tossed it to the young man.

“Thank you, Squire. Return to the gate, and take two runners with you.”

He had noted the young squire’s remark about the traders. Such observance should be rewarded.

The Squire ran off, barely remembering to stop by the junior Squire’s quarters to recruit two runners as he snuck a peek at the coin in his hand.

A whole nickel was enough for a whole loaf of bread for his family… and a cup of wine for himself.

The trader didn’t have much, and he was buying furs, besides. Something the King frowned upon, since he laid claim to all the animals in the thick forests to the north, west, and south. Most of the local peasants paid him a fine Medeivel disregard, of course… trapping coneys, squirrels, and other small game was the only way most of these folks survived. Those on the sea coast were the lucky ones… they had but to go out in the small boats, dropping nets and crab and lobster traps along the way, coming back the next day to haul in food for a week at a time.

Thomas Densmore, the young squire, was a trapper, like his father before him, but he couldn’t bring out his own furs at the moment… not with the King’s ‘Inspectors’ present, monitoring every transaction. He would have to wait to sell the few furs he had… he might have the ear of the Lord Chamberlain, but he had no Royal permit to trap, nor to deal in furs. Perhaps he could wait until the traders left the town proper and catch them on the road. He had a small stock of what he liked to call his ‘trading goods’, mostly scrounged from one of the small towns surrounding Portland town, back when he was more adventuresome, but he hadn’t been back there in several years.

Joe Nelson, known as Trader Joe at most of his stops, waited until the Lord King’s inspectors were out of earshot before idly mentioning that his road would next take him southwest, out of the small kingdom… and he stll had coins to spend. Around here, the King’s soldiers had gone through every home and every old store, cleaning them out of all the old coins, taking every coin they could find in the name of his majesty, of course; but every last one had held back a pocketful of the smaller coins for themselves. It was from one of them that he’d heard of this local ‘Kinglet’, as he liked to call them.

He and his little caravan traveled a mere five miles outside of town, making camp on the only southwest road, settling in around small fires to wait. They didn’t have long to wait.

The first one to show up was a weasel of a man with a bundle of rabbit and mink. None were exactly clean, nor had any been properly tanned and cured.

Joe looked over the furs carefully, noting places on some of the furs that hadn’t even been properly scraped; there were still small patches of rotting flesh attached in spots. Still, there were a few rabbits he might be able to do something with.

“Twenty cents.”

“Twenty cents!? The mink alone…”

“Is worthless. Whoever you got these from doesn’t know the first thing about tanning hides. They’re not even scraped right. I’m being generous. At twenty cents I’ll be lucky to break even.”

Richard ‘little Dick’ Swenson thought it over… he knew most of the furs were in sad shape, but you never knew unless you asked.

“Twenty cents, and a mug of whatever wine you’re carrying.” he countered.

“We have no wine, but we have a small cask of ale… a mug of that instead.” Joe was lying through his teeth, of course, but little Dck didn’t know that.

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He watched her squirm as he slowly inserted the cold katana into her. He could feel her warmth and pleasure at what he was doing as he moved it slowly out again, never going in too far. She screamed in pleasure and he smiled before the illusion broke. He sighed at the loud beeping sound behind him. Grabbing the large spatula and opened the oven.

He pulled out two sandwiches and starting to wrap them. He called out the names and handed them to the couple in front of him. Looking at the clock, he sighed. This couple had come in a few minutes before 8 and he knew that now he wouldn’t be able to leave until 9. After they left he sighed and began to close, forgetting to turn off the open sign.

While he was in the back washing the dishes from that night he heard a sound up front. Shrugging, he went back to his work. A few moments later someone sneezed. He sighed, getting angrier by the moment as he went up front to see what was causing the noise.

Upon coming out on frontline he saw a gorgeous woman with long blue hair and silver eyes. He wondered if maybe he wasn’t tripping harder on the weed than normal, because he had never seen anyone that beautiful.

“Can I help you?” He asked her putting on a pair of gloves, though normally he would kick them out since he was technically closed.

She spent a moment as she read the menu; he took the time to ogle her body. Though the first thing he had noticed was the long blue hair and silver eyes, she was wearing a red corset with black ties that was so tight he could have spanned her waist with one hand. Unfortunately for him, due to the height of his counter his view was cut nişantaşı bayan escort off at her waist. She cleared her throat and he came back to the present tilting the hoods off the coolers.

“I would like a vegetarian on white bread with everything and cold,” she said in a voice that made him think of long nights, and even longer days.

“Of course is there anything else you need?” He asked as he wrapped her sandwich. “Well actually, there is,” she responded smiling. He looked up surprised, “How else can I help you tonight miss?”

She looked up and pulled her hair back from her face in an innocently erotic manner. “I was wondering what you would do if you were granted one wish.”

“I would wish to have you to myself for one day,” he said smiling looking her over again. She smiles, “One day perhaps,” she walks over and pays for her sandwich before sauntering out the door.

He watched as she left and saw that she was wearing black leather pants tucked into knee high boots. He thought about her the rest of the night as he finished closing.

***

The woman walked into her room and looked at the sphere in the room. It had a girl covered in blood on it and she smiled.

“Unfortunately, it does not appear that I can remain a bystander this time. I shall have to be very careful so that this does not turn against me,” she said as she sat down in her swivel chair. She slowed her breathing and her pulse gathering energy together before she intoned:

Lust is tarnished it is true,
But I regret ever laying eyes on you,
For this you will bid the earth Adieu.

So bayan escort to protect me from this,
Your lust and your bliss,
Your shape I will dismiss.

She turned to her sphere and watched the young man named Alex.

“It will be better for you to have a month before you find me I think,” she said before lying down and going to sleep.

***

Alex’s thoughts were filled with a woman he swore he imagined, after all who else had heard of someone who had silver eyes? He was aware of contacts, of course, but they surely didn’t look like contacts to him. He looked for her everywhere, he saw her nightly in his dreams. He wanted her. If he ever saw her again he didn’t think he would be able to control himself.

After working the lunch shift he grabbed his gym bag from the back and got in his car heading for the local gym to work out. When he arrived he changed into shorts and a white wife-beater and walked around the facility looking for a free room in which to practice his boxing in.

After a few minutes, he thought he found an empty room. Upon entering, he saw that there was indeed a woman occupying the room, as he turns to leave she looks up from her yoga pose and he catches the glint of silver from her eyes.

“You!” He said looking at her in greater detail. She was just as he remembered her, with exception of the change of clothes. Today she was wearing a black sports bra and shorts. Her hair was in a French braid down her back from where she was kneeling.

She raised an eyebrow at the inspection he was giving her, “Can I help you, sir?”

He stared for a moment maslak escort longer before he moved forward. When she saw this movement she fluidly stood up and backed away from him.

“I won’t harm you, come here,” he said as calmly as he could, his blood seemed to be boiling as he became rock-hard in her presence.

“I highly doubt that, sir,” she says as she runs into the ballet pole and curses.

He took that as a moment of weakness and grabbed her by the hair pulling her roughly to the floor. He took the tape he uses for his boxing gloves and tied her hands behind her back before dropping her back on the floor. He ripped her clothing from her then got up and locked the door to the room, as she should have originally.

While he is occupied with locking the door she moves against a wall and attempts to stand. When he turned around and saw her attempting to stand, he walked back over and back hands her, knocking her on her face and causing blood to drip from her nose.

He flipped her over and grabbed her breasts painfully twisting her nipples and removing his shorts at the same time. He looked her over and became harder. “You have taunted and teased me in my dreams for a month. Now you will pay for making me think I imagined you.”

She watched as he slammed into her trying to throw him off of her, but having no luck as her arms were pinned behind her. He pounded her long and hard causing her to hit the wall. She let him think she was tolerating this treatment until he became to cum inside her.

At that moment he started to shrink, and he gave her a look of horror. “Now you can go on a cat and mouse chase. I hope you have fun,” she says wickedly before she puts on a spare pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

After she leaves he sees a cat walk in the room, and he attempts a scream as he runs, but it comes out as a squeak. His legs tire quickly and he sees his sudden death in the shape of a cat’s maw.

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“You are sure of what you saw?” The demon’s deep baritone rang out in the hallway outside of his chamber.

“Yes, you demonic idiot!” The Fury yelled, her black wings rustling in agitation. “The last Fury has been found and awoken and we need to do something now!”

The demon snarled and grabbed the newly created Night Fury by her neck, pinning her against the wall of the chamber.

“You do not speak to me in such a way!” He roared at her.

Jolie’s eyes widened in shock as she witnessed the extent of his rage, but then they narrowed in determination. Her hands grasped his and slowly pulled his hand away from her throat, the demon resisting with all of his might.

“You do not own me Gortelesque. I am not your slave and I am pissed off!” She said through gritted teeth.

Gortelesque pulled his hand back, the two of them breathing hard from the exertion. His rage had not subsided, just remained dormant however, festering inside of him and giving him his massive strength.

“You may be more equal to me than most, Jolie, but that does not give you special privileges within my presence. You will not insult me, unless that is a part of us screwing. You may not challenge me outside of my chamber and you will do as you are told when in the presence of other demons, even if I asked for your advice before or after..” Gortelesque said with his eyes narrowed.

“And what do I get out of this little arrangement?” said Jolie with a snarl and started to walk away..

“You get me.” The demon said. “As well as the pleasure of being my right hand as you so messily murdered my last one.”

“That does not sound equal to me.” Jolie said. “You promised me freedom to do what I want, to let loose and be myself.”

“And you will, within reason.” The demon said. “When we are in battle I will let you do whatever you want. I want you to be a whirling ecstasy of destruction. As of right now, you are the most powerful female in all Below and afforded the most luxuries.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.” Jolie pouted.

“Believe me, most females are broken, raped repeatedly and then eaten. My harpies are those that have been transformed like you and are under my protection. No woman has it better in the entirety of the Master’s kingdom than those with me, especially you.”

“There is no woman like me.” said Jolie, striking a sexy pose with her wings spread and one hand on her hip, her chest thrust out in front of her.

“There is truly no one like you, dearest.” Purred the demon.

“But what are we going to do about the Furies? There are two of them now, Ice and Fire. I know I can best Samantha, but this new one is unknown.” Said Jolie with a frown.

The demon paused to think.

“We will have to seek audience with the Master. He will have a plan of action at least.”

“Is he as terrible as they say he is?” Asked Jolie, her voice quivering with anticipation..

“Even worse. He is everywhere and nowhere at the same time. He is terror, despair and jealousy incarnate. You want to run screaming from his presence and never leave it at the same time.” the demon said truthfully.

“I now doubt the wisdom of going to see him.” Said Jolie, frowning.

“Well, I will have to show you to him anyway. He approved you as my pet project, and now he will want to see the fruits of my labor. That actually reminds me of something I have been meaning to tell you.”

“What?” The Night Fury asked.

“He will probably want to fuck you.”

“Over my dead body.” Jolie said calmly, the purple scars on her body pulsing with even darker purple light. “I gave myself to you, not the Master. He can screw himself for all I care.”

“You will do this Jolie.” Gortelesque’s voice boomed with authority. “For me and for our survival you will do this. You will be the best he has ever had or he will likely kill you and me and we can spend forever in agony in the Pit.”

Jolie breathed deeply, her rage simmering below the surface.

“If it comes to that, I will consider it.” She said.

“Good, now you have a little bit of a task to perform first before we do anything.” Gortelesque said with a smile.

“I already screwed you three times this morning, what more could you want?” Jolie said in fake exasperation.

“No dearest, I am quite satisfied by you. There is the matter of my previous favorite to attend to.”

“Garesha.”

“Indeed.” Said Gortelesque.

“Is it true that she was behind the massacre at Fort Union?” Asked Jolie.

“Yes she was. She was a fierce warrior, but weak of spirit. Still, she has managed to defy me once or twice over the years.”

“What are we supposed to do?” Asked Jolie.

“You must dominate or kill her. If you fail to do either, she will succeed in doing either to you.”

“She must be so much weaker than me, I will dominate her easily in a fight.” Said Jolie with a smile.

“You must dominate her sexually.” The demon said with a smile of his own. “I would actually prefer she taksim escort not die, she is very strong and useful in a fight. Plus I have gotten rather fond of her over the years.”

Jolie’s face grew hot and her eyes blazed purple.

“You dare to even consider her over me, demon?” Said Jolie with a snarl. “I am the best, most beautiful and strongest woman in all of creation and you want me to screw your old squeeze so you can watch?”

“That is a side benefit, but with the domination of Garesha, the other Harpies and my harem will fall into line. If they wished, they could all attack you and overpower you. It is vital for your survival that you dominate Garesha and make her yours or kill her and take her place. As I said, I much prefer her alive, but that choice is up to you.”

“You would never leave the life of your harem favorite up to me!” Fumed Jolie. “This is you acting just like everyone else in my life! You manipulate and prod until your little game pieces move into position and I am so damn sick of it all!”

Gortelesque stood there with a small smile on his face as Jolie raged, which caused her face to twist into a snarl.

“You know the worst of it? You had me convinced that you were going to be different. You had me so weak and fooled that I would have done anything for you.” After she was done, she stood there, her chest heaving.

With a low jungle cat growl the demon grabbed Jolie by the arm and pulled her inside of his sleeping chamber. She clawed at his belt, loosening it until his kilt fell away. Jolie already was not wearing very much and Gortelesque ripped her revealing clothing to shreds to get at her.

Jolie screamed in ecstasy as he thrust himself inside of her, releasing the forbidden sensation of pleasure inside of her. She felt so sinful when he was inside of her. Sinfully wicked. With each thrust the demon hammered home that her decision was right and just and ever so pleasurable.

“Clean yourself.” Gortelesque said after he had finished all over her face. “We have business to attend to in the harem.”

“Yes sir.” She said with a grin as she licked his cum off her face. “It will be a pleasure.”

Usually when Gortelesque walked to his harem, his body was eager with anticipation, but nothing like what he felt today. It was like the moments before a battle. He would either see lesbian dominance or a battle to the death. Which violent act would he get to see? The demon could not wait to find out.

Jolie was behind him, her hands wrapped in black linen. She was clothed in minimal garments, leaving her feminine assets mostly exposed. Her feet were bare, but made minimal sound against the cold stone floor. Her wings were folded behind her, but rustled slightly, betraying a small onset of nerves.

She was right to be nervous. Gortelesque had sent Hirk ahead to warn Garesha that they were coming. There would be so much less pleasure if the fight was too one sided. Plus, the harem needed to see that Garesha at her best was no match for Jolie.

As they neared the harem chamber, the demon and the fury heard a chant start to build.

“Garesha! Garesha! Garesha!” It repeated over and over, getting louder as they approached.

Overall seven harpies had challenged Gortelesque’s favorite over the years. Only one was left alive. She was a broken thing that Garesha kept in a cage off to one side of the harem. A constant reminder that there were worse things than death Below if you messed with Garesha.

Killy had once been one of Gortelesque’s favored women after Greasha. She was young and impetuous, so it didn’t take much for Gortelesque to prod her into a challenge. Garesha had ripped her wings off, poked out her eyes and ripped out her tongue in the first minute of the fight.

Her crippled opponent began to cry, her sobs moaning and echoing through the otherwise silent chamber. Garesha took her halberd and forced her opponent to prostrate herself before the leader of the furies. She chopped off both of her hands and feet and then required every member of the harem to eat a finger or a toe.

Nobody had challenged Garesha until Jolie.

Gortelesque had not told Jolie this. All in the name of fairness of course.

The chant became deafening as the two demons and the fury entered the harem. There were pillows and couches spread everywhere. Furies were all over in various stages of undress. Gortelesque did not care whether the women pleasured themselves or not while he was away, but always required their full attention when in his presence.

He waited while the chanting died down. Garesha materialized form the crowd of thirty women. She was dressed in full battle armor as well as a helmet showed her sharp teeth and eyes glowing with hatred. Her armor was fitted to her curves and her breast plate was fitted to make her chest more intimidating than it was.

She wore no chain mail, showing her skin and muscles of her biceps and thighs. Her hair escort bayan fell free from her helmet, making her seem like one of the ancient war goddesses the Valkyries had trained.

She held her halberd in her right hand. Two secret daggers hid themselves in her gauntlets. Her greaves extended from her shins and were tipped in small blades. Her high heeled shoes were similarly sharpened.

Gortelesque smiled as Jolile’s face fell. Jolie had not had any armor or weapons made, and she had been hoping to catch her opponent unawares.

“You did this.” Jolie whispered to the demon furiously.

“You do not just have to prove your worth to the harem tonight, Jolie. Prove yourself to me. Make me right to have given you such a glorious mantle to carry.” The demon said with a smile.

“I will do all this for me, not you. I am my own woman. Tonight, I prove that I am worthy of being independent and free. Best you watch and learn demon.” Said Jolie, her eyes narrowed as the after sex glow left her.

Hirk came forward and hissed. The harem fell silent in expectation.

“Our great Lord Gortelesque presents the entertainment for the evening.” Hirk said to a chorus of shrieks and yells.

“He has presented you with a challenger to your harem leader, Garesha. Jolie, the Fury of metal, has issued this challenge before our lord. This will be a fight until one yields or death takes one or both of them.” More shrieks and catcalls greeted Hirk’s pronouncement.

The Fury stepped toward her opponent. The rest of the harem stepped back, revealing the center of the chamber to be cleared of all furniture, bones and other such items. Garesha stepped in as well. Hirk poked his finger with a needle and laid it to the floor, his green blood ignited a green circle of light that surrounded the combatants.

“Begin.” said Gortelesque, his arms crossed and off to the side.

Garesha smiled and thrust her halberd forward in a feint. Jolie dodged, but the harem erupted in laughter as the weapon did not even come close to connecting. Jolie had flinched and the harem would likely never let her forget it.

Not a great start. Thought Grotelesque.

To her credit, Jolie did not let the faulty start rattle her. She tied her hair back with a leather thong and dropped into a slight crouch, her fists up and ready. Her wings were slightly spread to give her better balance and her eyes darted over her opponent. The sound of the harem was deafening as Garesha’s supporters screamed for blood.

Garesha stood still, her halberd up and ready. Her leathery wings were folded at her back and a confident smile never left her lips.

“You are out of your league girl.” Garesha said. “You were still in diapers when I was raiding above with a smile on my face.”

“That just means you are old and used up.” Jolie said, her eyes scanning for an opening.

Garesha paused at the insult. Her smile never left her lips, but her eyes blazed. Jolie had hit a nerve and the tiniest of smiles now graced her lips. She had a way in now.

“You are old enough to be my grandmother and even though screwing a demon has kept you young on the outside, inside you are still the withered old hag who betrayed her own soldiers and had no choice but to literally go to hell!”

Garesha was quick, but Jolie was like lightning. The Harpie swung with her halberd, a blow that should have split Jolie in half from her head to her crotch. Of course, Jolie was no longer there, she leaped under her opponent’s guard and landed a full force punch to the armor of Garesha’s breastplate.

Garesha staggered back, her weapon dragging on the ground. The wind was knocked out of her. The fight could have ended there, with the Fury taking advantage of her opponent’s weakness. Instead, Jolie allowed Garesha to recover. A fist sized dent was in the breastplate now.

“Now I will have to get this repaired!” Garesha wheezed, her breath not recovered yet. “I will skewer you like the sewer rat you are!”

Garesha launched a flurry of devastating attacks at her opponent, each strike with the halberd likely fatal. Jolie dodged each one until the last one, which was a slice aimed at cutting her in half at the waist. As the blade neared her vulnerable flesh, Jolie raised her fist and smashed it into the metal of the blade, which shattered the entire weapon into slivers.

Shocked, but not out of the fight yet, Garesha drew her sidearm, a long dagger. Jolie picked up one of the larger pieces of the shattered halberd, hefting it in her hands. It was basically a small spike with a sharp edge. Garesha attacked again, slashing a Jolie with a uncontrolled rage. Jolie dodged every slice and jumped back to the edge of the circle.

“You dance away like the fairy you are.” Growled Garesha, no longer smiling. “You are not worthy to face me head on. You are afraid.”

“Afraid?” Asked Jolie. “Of a cow like you? You are so slow a tortoise could dodge you.”

Garesha leaped topkapı escort at her opponent, one hand extended with her dagger and the other held in reserve, her wickedly sharp nails at the ready.

Jolie jumped up impossibly high and landed with her feet on Garesha’s shoulders, smashing her face into the floor as she then crouched and rolled to the other side of the arena. Garesha howled in pain as blood spurted from her nose.

The harem began to quiet as all could see that the leader of the harem was clearly outmatched. Jolie stood and raised her hands to the ceiling, her spike in her hand.

“You all have seen what I can do. I am armed with a sliver of metal and no armor. My opponent is in full battle dress and has two forged weapons. Who doubts I can win?” Jolie shouted.

The harem was silent. The anticipation of a bloodbath was stirring the loins of all those present, bringing up the battle lust that would either turn into a fight or an orgy. Gortleesque marveled at how Jolie took center stage with little difficulty, his own loins literally stirring.

“You have not won yet, you whore.” Garesha spat blood to the floor. “I am not dead and I will never yield.”

The harpie stood, blood streaming from her broken nose. Jolie turned to her opponent and dropped into another crouch. The two women circled the arena, glaring at eacfhother as the rest of the room was dead silent. The sounds of their feet could be heard as well as the creaking of Garesha’s armor.

Jolie lunged, and extended her arm to it’s full extend with the spike in it. The tip caught the leather strap securing Garesha’s breastplate to her left shoulder. It snapped with almost no effort and then Jolie was dancing away before her opponent could react.

Garesha was now off balance, her armor now making her off balance. She roared in frustration and used her own dagger to slit the leather securing the plate to her other shoulder and around her waist, ;laying her chest bare.

Desire stirred in Jolie’s heart, something she had not felt for another woman in a long time.

“Nice tits for an old bag.” Said Jolie.

Garesha ripped her helmet off and threw it outside the arena. Her hair a wispy mess around her face and head.

“Yeah, that is why I am favored with Gortelesque you flat cunt. I don’t need armor to beat you. When I win, you will be in agony for decades. Killy is in paradise compared to what I will do to you.” Screamed Garesha.

The harpie charged, her dagger slicing at the air in front of her as Jolie dodged her strikes again and again. After a while of this, Garesha began to tire, her breath came in ragged gasps.

It was then that Jolie saw an opening. She feinted with her spike and brought her head down on Garesha’s, landing with a loud crack. Garesha dropped to the floor, out cold.

Jolie’s head rang and she was off balance as she staggered back. After a few seconds her vision and head cleared and the harem erupted with chants of her name. Jolie’s heart swelled. She had won.

She raised her hand for silence, but she didn’t get it.

The Fury screamed until her throat was hoarse. The rest of the women and harpies quieted, eager to see what Jolie would do to her vanquished foe.

Garesha moaned, wincing in pain as she grasped her head. Before she awoke completely, Jolie straddled the harpie woman and wrapped her fingers around her neck, her violet eyes igniting with an eerie purple light.

Garesha struggled weakly.

“Move and you die.” Growled Jolie, her fingers tightening on Garesha’s throat.

The harpie stopped struggling. Her face screwed up in bewilderment as Jolie bent down and kissed her foe passionately on the mouth. The Harpie was so surprised she didn’t struggle or fight. After a few seconds, Garesha returned the kiss as she was certain she was about to die. To her surprise, instead of tightening her fingers, Jolie stood up and stepped away from the harpie.

Jolie took a deep breath in the now silent room..

“Each of your lives has meaning. It’s meaning is to serve Gortelesque!” Jolie pointed at the smirking demon. “His purpose is to serve the Master. Our harem is weaker if we even lose one member, especially such a formidable fighter as Garesha.”

Each of the women and harpies in the room turned to one another, confused. They had expected a slaughter, but instead were getting something quite different.

“Do the weak win?” Yelled Jolie.

Only faint murmurs answered her.

“I asked all you cunts and whores, do the weak win?” Yelled Jolie even louder.

A few weak cheers of “No” answered her.

“If that is all you have then you are all weak!” Screamed Jolie, her eyes blazing with their purple light.

“I ask you again, d o the weak win?”

“NO!” Said all of the harem in response.

“Do the weak survive?” Screamed Jolie.

“No!” Screamed the harem back, following it with cheers.

“From this day on, we do not fight each other!” Yelled Jolie.

More wild cheers were thrown back at her.

“We will create our own sisterhood to replace the one we will tear down! For the demon! For The Master!” yelled Jolie.

“For the demon! For the Master!”

Amid the chaos, Jolie bent and helped her fallen comrade to her feet.

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Lyra woke in a bed and for the first couple of moments she felt well rested and okay.

Then the memory of what had happened hit her and her stomach dropped. She put her hands over her beet red blushing cheeks and groaned, curling up into the fetal position.

Memories stuck around to a varying degree, visual memory somewhat, auditory and scent memories with more clarity, but most of all the memory of taste was unforgettable, and Lyra was remembering a taste she really did not want to remember right now.

“Oh gods why me…”

She recalled after accidentally taking some of Rain’s… stuff, into her mouth, that she had fallen into a pool and gotten lost in a vast blinding morass of bubble bath foam. That hadn’t helped her hyperventilating level of hysteria and she’d thrashed around in the water bleating for help.

Help had come, but from the one she really wished it hadn’t. The bubbles had been swept aside and Rain’s huge paw had pulled her from the water and up into his arms. His stuff hadn’t come off and she still had a little of it over her face, as well as in her mouth, and she was just there, in the arms of the one responsible for it. She’d slapped her hands over her eyes and frozen up, refusing to speak or move, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole. Then again, that was reminiscent of Rain, never mind that metaphor, she just wished she was away! Away from his massive overwhelming masculinity and not butt naked in his arms with his taste in her mouth!

Rain had asked her something and she hadn’t replied, then he had started moving, and then she found her skin touching down on soft cotton, a bed? And then the door had closed and she had been left in the dark alone. She made herself go to sleep as quickly as possible so as to escape thinking about the whole unmitigated disaster, escaping from the shame into unconsciousness.

Now it was morning and the events were back at the forefront of her thoughts. Horrible embarrassing thoughts. What the hell had she been thinking? Clearly she had been letting her Elven side take the lead too much. Elves were naturally horny people and that had apparently been included with her Elven half. She promised herself she would primarily listen to her nice sensible Woollie half in future.

Giving up on pretending not to exist she rolled from bed and set her hooves down on the floorboards with a click clack. To her surprise her clothes were there, neatly folded to one side. She couldn’t imagine Rain or Opal doing such a thing, so, Red… did it?

She slipped into the clothes as she pondered the cowardly Kobold. He was pretty much a slave, just like at home. Kobolds weren’t that popular as slaves but she had seen a few. She wondered if her new perspective on Goblins applied to Kobolds too. She considered investigating, maybe all monsters were as sapient as levelers? Hmm food for thought.

As she was adjusting her shorts to be comfortable the door swung open. It took a second to realise that the wall of black filling it was not a shadow but Rain’s body. He ducked down beneath the frame and stared at her. She unconsciously took a step back and swallowed. That of course reminded her of his taste, and the shame. Her cheeks burned and she found she couldn’t look him in the eye.

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He turned and disappeared from view.

Wh-what did that mean? What did he mean by want?! Unsure quite what she should be expecting she nervously followed after him as he made his way through the mansion. They came out in what appeared to be the Ranker’s personal quarters. A huge common room with an open plan bedroom off to one side, even what appeared to be a sort of small kitchenette mostly filled with alcohol. The mixed purpose room was significantly more luxurious than the other rooms she had seen with furs draped everywhere and excessive use of gold filigree and plush rugs.

There was seating in the middle which Rain quickly found. He slumped down atop a couch, stretching out his legs. Surprisingly the furniture seemed to be holding up well under his weight, although she supposed that made sense considering the size of the Ranker, he would need strong furniture.

Red and Opal were there too. Red was excitedly sorting through a pile of coins and what appeared to be various random objects he had looted from around the mansion, including several jewellery boxes, a clock, a goblet, and an ornate sewing box.

She eyed the sewing box, that would be an additional cog to one of her ideas.

Opal was lazing on a large cushioned footstool on her front, her legs dangling over the sides and her feet waving in the air above her rear.

“I want you to tell me everything you found out when you went into town. Did you get any names?” Said Rain, his arm across the back of the couch

Lyra blinked. “Oh- uh, you wanted me for that, right. Uhm, W-well I don’t know about the others but I did manage to find out that uhm, the levelers Lira and Adlen are in town. They didn’t leave with the levelers who went into the dungeon with the Inquisitor.”

As she spoke Rain’s paw slowly curled and the couch gained several claw shaped holes. Lyra eyed his paw warily.

“Uh, it seemed that the Inquisitor swept through town in a rush and gathered up everyone she could on the spot, not even telling them what was happening before going back to the dungeon. A lot of people just missed joining up.”

“And the others? Brax, Myra, Eliza?”

Lyra shook her head. “I don’t know, I- I wasn’t there for long.”

Rain’s paw eased and he nodded slowly. “Fine. Then I just need to get into town somehow and I can kill the both of them, that’s two of the five who tortured and murdered me. It’s a start.”

Opal rolled her head to the side and peered at Rain as Lyra shifted her hooves nervously, not liking this talk.

“Uhm, about getting into town, I’m not sure invisibility will work, they are surprisingly careful about that kind of thing at the main gatehouses. I suppose it makes sense since we know for a fact that there were levelers who could turn invisible around here, that dwarf I uhm, well, yes. Additionally the walls are enchanted with something, either a monster alarm, or a barrier, or both, making climbing them a no go. But I had an idea while I was there, something that might make things much much simpler.”

“Tell me.”

“You pretend to be my monster slave and-“

“No.”

“Uh- istanbul escort Really? B-but it could work, with some uh, bribes.”

Rain remained silent.

“Well I had another idea, that might actually work better for what you want.”

Rain tilted his head at her, waiting.

“Not a slave, but you pretend to be a leveler.”

Opal snorted out a laugh from where she lazed. “Have you seen him? He looks like he eats levelers for breakfast! Which he does, actually.”

“Right, but, well, what happened with the old man in the woods gave me the idea for it. It seems like if you throw enough money at a problem it just kind of goes away, and since Rain is a unique monster with nothing else like him to use as a reference it makes it a lot easier for people to intentionally overlook things.”

“You really think that would work? I could pretend to be a leveler while looking like this?”

Lyra eyed him, true his fur was clean and glossy now, but that didn’t take away from the wildly feral and dangerous atmosphere he seemed to exude, like he would rip you apart at the drop of a hat. His eyes were especially problematic, they looked hungry, predatory, just looking at them made something ancient and primitive wake in her hindbrain, something small and scared that wanted to flee from the thing that came from the dark.

Her gaze paused momentarily on his sheath and she suddenly recalled his taste yet again. She screwed up her face and shook her head trying to get the memory to go away with little success.

“N-no, well not as you are right now, levelers do not go around naked, all levelers wear clothes, most monsters do not.”

Rain sat up. “You want me to wear clothing? Where are we going to get that? Have you not noticed my size right now? Nothing will fit me.”

Lyra was very very aware of his size, she moved her hips a little, uncomfortably conscious of his gaze.

“The Ranker-“

The couch groaned alarmingly under Rain as his body tensed up. Lyra looked at it worriedly before continuing.

“The Ranker is very large too, maybe seven foot tall.”

“Not as big as rain…” murmured opal.

“She’s right.”

“I know that, not that it matters with levelers, but he’s close enough that I think I can do something with his clothes.”

“You can?”

“Yes, as you can tell from my extremely refined and high class taste in clothing I know something about the subject of fashion. Some cut seams here and there and I can maybe probably possibly get something to fit.”

Rain looked at her sceptically and Opal lifted her head.

“Okay, I’ve changed my mind, I want to see him trying to fit in some too small clothing, tight clothing that can barely contain him.”

“Er…yes?” said Lyra, eyeing the Goblin, not quite sure what she was getting at.

“Fine.” Said Rain reluctantly. “If you think you can make me look like a leveler then go ahead.”

Lyra held up a finger. “Look more like a leveler, I don’t think I could make you look like one, but that’s where the copious amounts of bribery steps in to fill the gap.”

Red gave her an offended look and shifted his body over the stacks of coins protectively, like a mother hen protecting her eggs from predators.

Lyra turned to bayrampaşa escort face the wardrobe. It was a large wardrobe and like the rest of the room it was gratuitously gilded around the edges. She stepped up to it and pulled at the doorknobs. After a moment of effort they swung open revealing what was inside. The Ranker’s clothing.

“Hmm, this seems promising.”

“Does it?” said Opal, appearing at her side. “Looks weird. Why would you even wear that? The dangly bits would get everywhere.”

“Those are tassels, and that is formal wear,” said Lyra as Opal hauled on a sleeve.

The sheep girl pursed her lips and batted her hand away. “Look, you clearly have no idea what any of- hey stop that!”

Opal pulled down a large fur-trimmed coat. It was so large that it covered her like a blanket, that is until she wiggled around putting it on. Her face appeared, tiny at the center of a huge donut of fur. She lifted her arms, the sleeves hanging down off her hands nearly to the floor.

Lyra gave her an exasperated look. “Opal, look, just trust me to do this and go… go and make us some tea while I do my thing. This isn’t a monster thing, this is a leveler thing, you’ll just get in the way, okay?”

“Wow, rude. I don’t need snotty leveler clothes anyway.”

Opal waved her arms at the sheep girl, her dangling sleeves flapping. Then she stalked away, the bottom coat dragging along the floor behind her in a long tail.

Lyra put aside the annoying Goblin from her mind and refocused back on the wardrobe. She pulled out each article of clothing and looked it over, practically ransacking the Ranker’s belongings. Black and purple cloths, billowing white shirts, there was a lot, unfortunately she couldn’t do a lot with most of it due to Rain’s size. Still, in the end, she found some things she thought she could potentially work with.

She dragged the stack of cloth to a chair, a Ranker sized chair, which is to say a large chair. She looked at it meaningfully while glancing at Rain.

“Uhm, could you come sit p-please? I can’t do this with you on the couch.”

Rain eyed the cloth she had brought sceptically but after a moment he rolled to his feet and strode over to her. He looked down at the sheep girl, cloth clutched nervously in her hands. She was still quite clearly terrified of him. Well, not much he could do there, she would just have to get used to being around him over time. He turned and casually sank down on the chair with his back to Lyra.

“Go ahead.”

“R-right. Red? Can you bring that sewing box over?”

Red looked at her suspiciously. “What are you planning to do with it? Is this one of these giving away the shiny things you like to do? Are you going to ‘bribe’ someone with it?”

“No I’m not going to bribe someone with a sewing box Red.” said Lyra, rolling her eyes.

“But you might-“

“Give her the box,” snarled Rain, running out of patience.

The Kobold whimpered in fear and dived on the box snatching it up and running over to Lyra, he then grabbed a stool and pushed and shoved it near her before backing away bowing over and over. He then turned and dashed back toward the coins and hid behind one of the packs.

Lyra pulled the stool close and placed the sewing box atop it, opening it up and expertly darting her hands over the contents ensuring she had everything she needed. Then she held up a black cloak against Rains back. Eyeing it she pursed her lips. There was no way in hell this was going to fit. She began rifling through the clothes, and then she got down to work.

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~*~Chapter Two: The Foothills ~*~

The Goblins came quietly in the night. There were three of them, and they had been waiting days for the Elf to return to his cave and when he had finally done so, he had brought with him a pleasant surprise. A human female, beautiful with auburn curls the likes of which the Goblins had never seen, had accompanied their initial prey.

At first the creatures had wanted to strike while it was still light and the Dark Elf’s senses would be hindered by his aversion to the sun. They were hungry, and the prospect of extra meat had made them impatient. But the Goblins waited and had been granted an unexpected show that they could not turn away from, being the vile voyeuristic creatures that they were.

Once the show had ended and the companions had drifted off to sleep, naked and defenseless, the leader of the Goblins announced that it was time to move. They would catch the Elf and the woman unexpected and kill the male before he could even fully awake. The female they would have some fun with her while the Elf’s meat was prepared before killing her as well. They had been away from females for a long time, and all three had a lust for cunt – even if it was filthy human cunt.

The leader led the other two into the entrance of the cave in a single file, and they were careful not to make a sound. They each held small blades that were curved and sharpened to a razor’s edge. Their beady black eyes could see well in the darkness of the cave and they easily maneuvered themselves around the prone bodies of their targets. If the Elf and woman woke, there would be no way to escape the cave without going through the Goblins and getting cut down in the process.

Looking toward his companions, the leader prepared to give the command to strike, raising one of his grubby hands. They were well practiced at this type of cowardly ambush, having killed many a tasty meal this way – mostly dwarves.

The Leader made to lower his hand in the agreed upon gesture to attack, but instead he let out an ear-piercing howl of pain as something white-hot suddenly sliced through his bare upper thigh. The pain was like nothing the Goblin had ever felt before – and he had fought many bloody battles in his days as a soldier. It spread across his skin and through his muscles, intensifying as it traveled until his entire right leg felt like it had been plunged into liquid iron.

There came two gurgling cries of shock followed by twin thuds as the other Goblins collapsed to the floor of the cave, dead. The leader looked up just in time to see a blur of white before the blade that had cut his leg slid across his throat. A brief moment of agony was followed by blackness as the Goblin joined his companions as a broken body, dead on the floor.

“What were those?” Elaine asked, her voice dripping with fear.

Zinfer turned toward around and frowned. He hated to see her so frightened so he wrapped a reassuring arm around her shoulders and brought her close to him. Elaine responded by burying her head against his chest and letting out a strangled sob.

“It’s fine now,” he said soothingly, hugging her even closer to him, “They’re dead.”

The Elf looked down at the three Goblins where they lie dead and bleeding. One was bigger than the others, and wore an ill-fitting shirt of ring mail that Zinfer suspected had belonged to a Dwarf at one point. The other two Goblins wore nothing but dirty loincloths with crude rope to hold them up with loops tied in to store their swords.

Zinfer felt something hot and wet against the skin of his chest and looked down at Elaine. She was crying steadily and his heart ached for her. The poor girl had seen nothing beyond the walls of Thieves’ Valley her entire life and her second night out of the town she had been ambushed by Goblins. Not that they had ever been in any real danger – Zinfer always slept with his daggers close by and nothing could creep up on him, even while sleeping.

Knowing that the Goblins were close before they had been upon them, the Elf had readied himself and wounded their leader with his venom infused blade before dropping the remaining two and then finishing up with the incapacitated leader. It had been a simple maneuver for the trained assassin but Elaine had not known that, and her fright was understandable.

“Will more come?” Elaine was asking through her tears, obviously trying her hardest to remain strong.

Zinfer stroked her hair and shook his head, “These three were working alone. I imagine they knew I passed through here often and were waiting in ambush. By the look of them, they haven’t eaten in weeks…” he stopped talking when he saw Elaine’s eyes widen in the darkness. There was no need to bother with the particular goals of the Goblins’ ambush since they would just frighten Elaine even more.

Looking down at the blankets they had been sleeping in, Zinfer was disheartened to see that they had been spoiled by the Goblins’ blood. It was spreading through the narrow cave and their packs and bare feet would beşiktaş escort soon be in danger of being exposed to it as well.

“Come,” Zinfer told Elaine, grabbing her hand and leading her to their packs at one end of the cave, “Get dressed. We cannot stay here.”

They pulled on their clothing quickly. Elaine’s soiled breeches had mostly dried so she chose them over her skirt before pulling on the boots Zinfer had given her before they had left from Thieves’ Valley.

Once they were clothed, the pair shouldered their packs and stepped carefully around the Goblins, exiting the cave into the cool spring night. Elaine looked around nervously. She was not able to see as well in the dark as Zinfer, and he could imagine that the deep shadows of the rocks that surrounded them were unnerving after what had just happened in the cave.

“We are alone,” he assured the girl and took her hand.

Elaine was exhausted, Zinfer could tell, after having only a few hours sleep over two days. Speaking a soft word of Old Elfish, Zinfer felt the tips of his fingers tingle where they made contact with Elaine’s hand. She took a sharp intake of breath and squeezed his hand.

“What was that?” she asked, her voice sounding much stronger than it had before.

“Just something to tide you over,” Zinfer replied as he began to lead her away from the cave. It was a temporary measure, and the girl would feel the whole weight of her exhaustion come crashing down by morning, but for now the energizing spell he had cast would have to do.

They started walking quickly down the path, putting as much distance between them and the cave with the Goblins’ bodies as possible. Zinfer did not think there would be more, but the smell of dead flesh would attract other, darker creatures before long. All the while, Elaine never took her hand from Zinfer’s. He did not mind. She fit nicely in his grasp and he found himself thinking back to the series of events that had unfolded in the cave.

He had not meant to kiss her so suddenly and so hard. Elaine was naïve in all the ways he was not, and at first the thought of taking advantage of that innocence made him feel like an Elf without true honor. But as they had traveled through the day and saw the way Elaine had looked at him, felt the way she thought of him, the more temptation threatened to take hold.

It had been at the final ledge along the trail, where Elaine had leapt into his arms and dug her nails into the flesh of his shoulders, that Zinfer came to the conclusion that innocent or not, the girl would be his. The look she had given him while he stared into her eyes, his hands at her waist, had been enough to convince him that the feelings he had for Elaine were mutual. Later, at the fire, with her face so close to his, her lips so inviting…

Zinfer was no stranger to the pleasures of the flesh. But the way Elaine had responded to him, first with his fingers and then later, her moisture thick and plentiful as it coated his cock, had been enough to drive him wild with lust. The fact that she was a maiden had not dissuaded him in the least, and if anything had made his blood even hotter – to be the first to enter such an exquisite creature was an honor he hardly deserved. But one he had every intention of making his and his alone.

Zinfer’s cock jumped excitedly. They continued to walk.

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The sky was turning a pale purple when the first, scraggly bushes began to appear along the path. They would reach the foothills by afternoon, and the forests beyond by nightfall. After that, it would be an easy trip north to the land of Zinfer’s queen and the Mountain Elves- granted they did not run into any of the Sylvan Elves. These people felt no love toward Dark Elves and would very likely kill Zinfer, and Elaine by association, if given the chance. But the alternative route took them over more, hard mountain trails and, worst of all, near a great city of Goblins built at the base of an inactive volcano a few miles to the north of where they were now. The further they strayed from that particular hell, the better.

As the pair emerged from a long passage of closely spaced cliff faces, the sun split the horizon in the east and they were treated to one of the most beautiful sunrises Zinfer had ever experienced. They could see for miles from their vantage point at the top of a steep ledge. Foothills of grass and rock shone golden in the early rays of the morning sun and beyond that green forests stretched beyond the horizon. Here and there, lakes and ponds deep in the Eternal Forest glittered like jewels.

“Beautiful,” Elaine whispered and came to stand near Zinfer, her eyes wide with wonderment. She had grown up knowing nothing but rocks and dirt and Zinfer knew the sight before her was indeed awe-inspiring.

The Elf nodded and pulled her close to him, planting a soft kiss to the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her hair, and feeling a swell in his chest at the near bodrum escort perfection of the moment.

“Sleep for a few hours now,” Zinfer told Elaine. He could feel her strength waning as she sagged against him and knew that the spell he had placed on her was wearing off fast.

The girl looked to him with concern, “Is it dangerous?”

Zinfer shook his head and gestured toward the way they had come, “The passage is easily defendable as is the cliff before us. And we will need to scale that before it gets dark again, so you’ll need your strength.”

Elaine stepped to the edge of the cliff and looked down. “No jumping down this one, huh?” she asked with a slight waver of fear in her words.

She was right. The cliff was fifty feet high and sheer. They would have to climb down one at a time. Zinfer would take the lead, showing Elaine the easiest path as he descended. All told it would probably take them the better part of two hours, which meant that they would have to leave soon after midday if they had any hope of reaching the foothills in time to set up camp in the forest before the sun set.

“Sleep,” Zinfer insisted again, and Elaine sat herself down near the stone behind them and pulled her cloak out of her back to serve as a pillow. Zinfer removed his own pack and untied the bow he had stored there. If anything tried to come for them through the passage of stone, he could easily sink an arrow into a vital spot before it got within fifty yards.

Zinfer moved to the spot Elaine was already drifting off to sleep and sat cross-legged next to her. Gently, he moved her head until it was resting in his lap, cradled at the juncture of his thigh and hip. Elaine shifted closer, getting comfortable.

They stayed like that for hours and never once did Zinfer grow tired of having Elaine’s head in his lap. Like her hand in his, her head seemed to be made to fit where it lay and his entire body hummed with gentle warmth as he watched the beautiful girl sleep the morning away. She hardly stirred the entire time, only moving slightly once or twice to adjust her position on the hard ground beneath her. Zinfer knew that the terrain was hardly suited for rest, but it was the best they could do now that their blankets had been ruined. The forest would have beds of soft needles to lay on tonight and Elaine could get the sleep she deserved.

When the sun reached its highest point, Zinfer slowly coaxed Elaine awake. Her magnificent green eyes fluttered open dazedly and for a minute she appeared to be lost in some other world until she smiled up at the Elf and said “Good morning.”

“More like afternoon,” Zinfer corrected, standing and stretching while Elaine did the same, “We will have a quick meal and then start our descent. Are you feeling better?”

“Much,” Elaine nodded mid-stretch, “Although my back is a little sore.”

Zinfer handed her a piece of the Elfish bread he had brought with him, “If we move quickly, we can reach the Eternal Forest by nightfall and sleep on the soft earth.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Elaine said through a mouthful of bread.

Zinfer shook his head with a rueful twist of his lips. Elaine’s spirit was light and refreshing -much like her father’s had been, and it almost felt like he was traveling with George again. Thinking of his old friend brought forth a surge of guilt in Zinfer. If George had known what he had done with his daughter. What he was planning on doing…

“So how do we get down there?” Elaine asked, pulling Zinfer partially out of his souring mood. What happened between he and the girl was of no concern to the dead. And George knew full well that Elaine could do much worse than Zinfer…

First, the packs were lowered to the ground beneath the cliff with a long piece of rope. Then Zinfer swung his legs over the side of the ledge and showed Elaine where the first footholds were located and how to properly position her body so that she could safely begin her climb down.

“I want you to follow right after I reach the bottom,” Zinfer told her as he prepared to leave, “I am going to go fast, so watch carefully what path I take. Once I’m safely down, I can guide you from there.”

Elaine nodded and watched as Zinfer took the well-practiced path down the cliff. It was fairly easy going. The hand and footholds had been made more apparent with each climb and Zinfer had scaled this rock many times before.

When he reached the bottom, he looked up with the fear of a father watching his child ride a horse for the first time as Elaine began her own, careful descent. It was slow going, and Zinfer had to correct her path often, but in whole the girl had a natural talent for climbing and made it down without consequence.

Overcome with relief, Zinfer pulled Elaine close and kissed her warmly on the lips. She returned the gesture, cupping his face with her hands and both were reluctant to pull away. Lust had flared immediately between them at first contact, and there was an uncomfortable stiffening çapa escort in Zinfer’s breeches as his hips made brief contact with hers.

“Come,” the Elf said, handing Elaine her pack, “The quicker we get to the forest, the sooner we can finish what we have started.”

Grinning broadly, Elaine nodded and followed Zinfer as they made their final climb from the mountains. An hour later they had arrived at the hills of grass and shrubbery that lay in the shadow of the great mountain range. Looking back, Zinfer was able to point out the Twin Daggers to Elaine. They jutted up further than all other peaks and looked formidable in the hazy distance, like the long abandoned weapons of a giant.

“We came all that way?” Elaine asked in mild awe.

Zinfer nodded, “Travel down a mountain is quick work. It’s getting up that’s is the challenge.”

“Where now?” Elaine asked, turning away from the mountains and her back on Thieves’ Valley.

“Across the hills,” Zinfer said, sweeping his hand across the expanse of terrain before them, “Be sure to stay close. There are hundreds of abandoned mine shafts from when men ruled these lands. One wrong step and you could fall.”

“Lead the way,” Elaine said and Zinfer nodded. Not for the first time he admired her bravery. Elfish woman were often considered hardier than their human counterparts, but Elaine was made of even thicker stock than most Elves Zinfer had known. Then again, concerning her parentage…

“Would you like to know who your mother was?” Zinfer asked Elaine on a whim after that had been traveling the hills a while. The grass was still short this time of year and reached only to their shins, but in the summer it would grow until it brushed Zinfer’s shoulders.

“You would break your vow of secrecy?” Elaine teased from behind him.

“It was never a secret,” Zinfer corrected with a glance back at her, “Just a matter of timing.”

“And now is the right time?” she asked, and he could hear the almost imperceptible hesitation in her voice. Zinfer could feel Elaine was not sure if she was ready to learn of her maternal heritage.

“She was an assassin,” the Elf said, figuring it would be best to reveal the truth rather than dance around it, “Your mother and I met George at the same time.”

Elaine said nothing for a long while and Zinfer read shock and confusion radiate from the girl in heavy waves. No doubt her imaginings of her mother were far removed from the reality just revealed. But Elaine’s mother had been an assassin – one of the best in the queen’s service. There were those that used to joke that the Mountain Elves’ lands had never been invaded almost in full because of the work Zinfer and Elaine’s mother had done in protecting it.

“Was she an Elf?” Elaine asked after a long silence, her voice far away.

“She was a human,” Zinfer replied and stopped walking to turn around and face Elaine, “Her name was Laura.”

Elaine stared up at Zinfer with a distant look. Reaching out, he took her in his arms and held her. He was not exactly sure why he had chosen this exact moment to reveal to Elaine who her mother was, but it had felt right. If he were to keep the promise he had made to George all those years ago, Zinfer had to take care to handle Elaine’s past delicately. There would be more shocking reveals in the days to come.

“You said ‘was’,” Elaine said at last, pulling a little from Zinfer’s body but not leaving the comfort of his grasp, “Does that mean my mother is dead?”

“I’m afraid so,” Zinfer nodded. Had George truly told her so little about her mother that Elaine did not even know whether Laura was living or dead? He supposed it made sense considering…but it still surprised him.

The Elf gave Elaine another firm embrace before untangling himself from her and taking the lead again, “We should keep moving,” he announced, “Feel free to ask any question regarding your mother that you wish.”

“Did she work for the queen, too?” Elaine asked, the first in a series of easily answered questions that were each punctuated by several minutes of pondering.

“Yes, she and I were often partners on…assignments.”

Another few minutes.

“Why did she live with the Mountain Elves?”

“She grew up with them, although I am not sure how she came to that position. Laura never talked about her parents and they were dead long before I came to know her.” A lie, but it sounded plausible enough.

Silence.

“How did she meet my father?”

“In court. He was visiting with the queen when he met her. Later they would claim it was love at first sight.”

A pause.

“And were they ever married?”

“Elves do not honor that particular tradition. So no.”

“How long were my parents together?”

“A number of years before they conceived you and almost a year more after that.”

“How did my mother die?”

Zinfer had known the question was coming and he cleared his throat before answering, “Now is not the time.”

Something hard smacked him on the upper arm and Zinfer turned around to see Elaine with her brows furrowed in anger and her fist raised to strike him again. “Now IS the time,” she seethed and tears were threatening to spill from her narrowed eyes, “You don’t get to tell me everything about my mother’s life and then refuse to tell me how she died. You just don’t!”

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She called herself Jade but I think her real name was Janet. I was talking with her on a chat line one night and she invited me around her house for some fun. I knew she was a bit slow but she was fairly local and she said she wanted to show me how she squirted, so I paid her a visit.

She was about 40, ugly as sin, with a big fat smooth belly, tits and thighs, but with a quite small arse. As she opened the door wearing just a well-worn nightie, I was hit with a strong smell of piss. She invited me upstairs and as we went up I groped between her legs and found just a bare cunt. As I slipped a finger into her she spread her legs a little wider and I was rewarded with an even stronger pissy smell.

In her bedroom, we both stripped naked and straightaway she wanted to show me she could make herself squirt by rubbing her clit furiously. After only a few seconds, a strong spurt of piss arced out of her pussy at which she said “I love to squirt”. I didn’t want to spoil the mood by telling her that she was just pissing herself but at least I knew now why she stunk so much.

I etiler escort bayan went down on her and started to lick her cunt clean. While my tongue was inside her, I started to rub my nose between her cheeks to get a sniff of her arse. I soon discovered that her arse was filthy; stinky, and covered in shit. Some of the shit was caked on, ingrained almost, but she was also slimy too. I told her I liked her dirty bum and she got a little embarrassed, telling me she couldn’t wipe herself properly because she was so fat that it was really difficult to reach between her cheeks.

I told her that, if she’d get on her hands and knees, I’d clean her arse for her with my tongue. I must have spent 20 minutes licking her bum clean, inside and out, stopping only because I needed a piss. When I stopped licking her, her arse was spotless without a speck of shit to be seen anywhere.

She wasn’t too happy when I told her I was going to piss up her bum as she’d never experienced this before. I thumbed my cock into her arsehole and let my piss pendik escort bayan fill her up. I was just finishing when she said it was hurting her because she was too full. I slipped out of her and she emptied her bowels forcefully all over my thighs. There was all of my piss, but mixed in with it was a load of her shit.

She turned around and there was shock on her face at the sight of all the mess we’d made. I had lumps of her shit all over my stomach, thighs, and genitals. I told her she was a filthy cunt and that she would have to clean me up. She was going to get some toilet roll but I told her that she should use her tongue and that when I was clean I’d give her my cock and cum.

She picked up the big lumps of shit off of my body with her hands and I told her to put them in her mouth. She gagged as the first turd passed her lips, I told her to take her time and that the gagging would pass. After a few seconds she put a second turd into her mouth, then another and another until all of the big lumps of shit from the bed and my taksim escort bayan body were filling her mouth. I leaned close to her and whispered into her ear, “Chew all of that shit up, then swallow it. Be careful because if you puke it up you’ll have to put it back into your mouth and it’ll taste even nastier”. I’m not going to fuck you until you’ve eaten every bit. She started to chew, and swallowed a little. She very nearly puked but managed to control her vomit and gag reflexes. It only took a minute or so and she said she’d finished. I said “show me!” and she opened her mouth showing me her shit-stained tongue and teeth. I told her she was a good girl to eat my shit but now she must finish cleaning me up. She licked my stomach, thighs, and cock and balls clean of my piss and the remnants of her shit. She was now going about her cleaning duties quite enthusiastically; consuming the piss and shit quite happily.

By now I was on the verge of cumming so I gave her the choice of where she wanted it (always the gent!). She wanted it up her cunt so I obliged although I only lasted a minute or so.

As soon as I had shot my load I wanted to get out as I was ashamed at how depraved I had been in living out my filthiest fantasies with this slut. She told me she loved me and wanted me, and if I came back she’d be even dirtier with me.

Two days later I was back and hungry for more filth…

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My dear Bruce, it’s so lovely to be corresponding with you after all these years. Email is a marvelous tool.

I still can’t get over that Molly is your daughter – she has her mother’s looks, fortunately for you. And fortunately for the rest of us, she has none of Elizabeth’s boorish tendencies. The girl has been a real pleasure to work with, and I look forward to working MUCH more closely with her very soon.

It was quite a thing for you to come clean about your relationship with Molly. Believe me, I don’t begrudge you at all. We have each raised sexual powerhouses – I guess they come by it honestly.

Since Bill left Karla and me five years ago, my body has become very combustible again, much you like remember from grad school. And now, at the age of 45, it seems my hormones do strange things – running amok and filling me with a mysterious sexual power and cerebral preoccupation. Or perhaps it has all been the cause and effect of pent up sexual energy as a result of periods of celibacy. Whatever the root cause, I find that my lustiness ebbs and peaks – and when it is riding high on the crest of a wave, there is no telling where my imagination will go. I feel like I become like an incredible force field of sexuality – it literally feels like it emanates from my body in a huge energy flow.

I have been in the midst of one of these surges since Karla turned 18, and I have felt totally out of control. Wanting, needing, fantasizing about a wide range of experiences I hoped to make a reality. And so I set about making some of my immediate fantasies come to life. So many things have I done, Bruce!

The one I want to tell you about right now regards Aaron, the beautiful young man who reminds me so much of you at his age. He dated Karla for a while but, well, let’s just say he’s mine now. Here are the details of an afternoon that was shared between Aaron and I, just a few weeks after Karla left for school…

It was a Sunday afternoon – the culmination of a very long and arduous week of mental and physical exertion. Strangely enough I was full of energy and dying to have a marathon session of lovemaking that would be memorable for Aaron and I both.

After filling my head with words and thoughts of unimaginable perversions, I started the shower, letting the water get nice and hot and the bathroom steamy to match my body temperature. I stood before the mirror taking stock of my body. My breasts still hug my chest and my nipples stand erect. For the most part, gravity has yet to take its horrible toll and although I am “softer” than I used to be in my painfully thin days (you remember!), I don’t feel too self-conscious with my nakedness. But I decided my bush had to go.

I grabbed my scissors and started to remove the hair, letting it fall in the commode in large hunks. With a pathetic looking patchwork of curly black hair between my legs, I stepped into the shower for a long hot one. Soaping myself up, I grabbed my razor and carefully removed the remaining pubic hair from my swelling lips – leaving a delicate V of closely cropped hair right above my cleft.

I parted the cheeks of my ass and ever so gently shaved as much of myself as I could in such a state of contortion. Then I finished by shaving the rest of my legs so that the overall effect would be smooth, white flesh. I then slipped on a pair of jeans without any panties and a sweatshirt without a bra… and waited.

I was already getting slippery between my neatly shorn lips and I pinched my nipples occasionally to keep them hard. Now all taksim escort I had to do was prepare for Aaron’s arrival. This took some thought. First I closed all the interior shutters in my den and then I turned the TV and the VCR on and put in our home video. I set the video to play at my favorite scene and turned the machine off.

Then I bounded up the stairs to my little office where there is a futon in front of the windows that face the street. I carefully set out a long fluffy towel to cover the sofa. Then I gathered the accoutrements for our love play: vibrator, KY jelly, dildos, clothespins and the bondage bar we use to tie my legs or hands – depending on the mood.

I also found some instruments that I had made some time ago – they look are made of heavy gauge brass rod and formed to look like tongs – with enough spring so that you can pick things up with them or spread swollen pink lips apart for closer examination. By the time Aaron arrived, I was so hot I could hardly stand it.

He arrived shortly after I had completed my preparations and I instructed him to follow me around to the back door. I made him stand at the threshold and I told him, in a voice choked with desire, that he could have anything he wanted from me that afternoon, but that I wanted to start things off and he had to follow my lead. He agreed without hesitation.

I then lifted my shirt to reveal my breasts and the taut nipples that proudly stood at attention. I cupped the bottom of my breasts with my hands and pinched my nipples hard for him to see. His eyes met mine and we were in a state of ecstasy together at that moment. His cock fluttered to life making a bulge in the front of his pants.

I then instructed him to follow me in. I took his hand and led him to the den. I gently pushed his shoulders so that he was sitting in the comfortable armchair facing the TV set. I then turned the set on and started the video while standing next to him. Finally, all that boring training in film editing those many years ago has a payoff! I love filming and being filmed during my escapades, and Aaron was happy to join right in with me when we started fucking. This particular episode was the first time we used toys – the kid is a natural!

The room was filled with the sound of my moaning as he penetrated my ass on the screen with a beautiful hand-carved wooden cock. He sat transfixed. I leaned over and circled his ear with my wet tongue and whispered to him.

“Do you have any idea of how many times I have watched this video, bringing myself to screaming orgasms here in the dark solitude of this room?”

He could barely answer. Now we were both getting extremely hot watching the scenes unfold on the small screen. I continued to nibble on his ear and his neck while he sat with his eyes glued to the screen. I told him that he had to listen while I came on the video and we both got quiet as my moans increased and I came in an explosion on the screen. I then turned and shut the machine off.

“Now I want you to do one last thing for me and then you can take the lead.”

I reached for his hand and pulled him up from the chair. His erection was quite obvious now. I led him to the stairs that went up to the second floor. We ascended to the fourth stair and I told him to stay there while I went up to the landing. There on the windowsill I had left the beautiful wooden cock and two clothespins.

As I walked up the stairs, I pulled my shirt off and tossed it on the floor. I turned and stood before şişli escort him with only my jeans on. I picked up the clothespins and attached them to my nipples – creating glorious pain there and taking my breath away.

While he watched, I slowly unzipped my fly and started to pull my pants down. As I pulled my jeans over my hips, his eyes dropped to my crotch and then I pushed my pants completely down onto the floor, revealing my shaved pussy to him. He was delighted.

I turned to the windowsill and grabbed the wooden cock and as I turned back to him he was unzipping his fly and releasing his cock from the captivity of his jeans. I put the wooden cock in my mouth and got it all wet. Then I spread my legs and started to move it between my moist and swollen lips. His cheeks flushed. I then spread my legs farther apart and gradually slipped it up inside my very wet pussy. It slid it in and I pulled it back out – repeating this motion several times as he slowly ascended the steps.

Aaron sat on the top step and asked me to raise my leg onto the stoop of the bathroom. I obliged. Then, without uttering a word, I turned around and bent down from my waist and slid the wooden cock up inside my cunt for him to see. He moaned with pleasure and slid his tongue between my lips to taste the wetness that was waiting there for him.

It was then that I led him to the sex palace that I had created in my front room. With all the accoutrements laid out for him I told him it was now his turn to take the lead.

He hurriedly removed his clothing and I sat on the futon while he stood before me. I reached out for his beautiful cock and gently stroked it while I looked up into his eyes. Then, without saying a thing, I slid it between my lips and let my tongue run over it – driving him to moan with abandon.

“Tell me what you want, lover.”

My eyes beseeched him to deliver his directions so that I would know how to make him weak.

“Turn over and kneel on the sofa so that I can tie your ankles apart”, he instructed.

Being the willing sex slave that I am (you remember that, too!), there was no hesitation on my part. I did as instructed and he tied my legs apart. Kneeling on the floor with his face at the level of my crotch, he slowly and sensually licked the length of my pussy, over my clit and up to my aching asshole. Swishing his tongue in circular motions around my ass, he was making me crazy and ready for him to violate me there.

He seemed to know what I wanted as he slathered KY Jelly all over that tight little orifice. Then he slid his finger up inside my ass as the muscles there grabbed his digit tightly. One finger became two and then he picked up the wooden cock and covered it in that marvelous slippery goo. He pushed the head up against my ass and then gently starting pushing it in.

“Farther in, baby, push it farther in me,” I begged.

And so he did. Sliding it up as far as it would go, I began to gyrate my hips in slow circles of pleasure. He then reached over and picked up the vibrator. Turning it on to my preferred RPMs, he stroked my labia and teased my clit – sending waves of pleasure throughout my cunt and up into the nerves throughout my body. I shuttered and moaned and whimpered. Close to my own orgasm, I begged him to stop.

“Please,” I told him, “I want to cum while I can look in your eyes.”

“Then, let’s get you out of this position and onto the floor.”

Without untying me, I rolled off the sofa and slid to the floor. My pendik escort legs were still parted by the wooden bar and leather straps. I was clean-shaven and opened up for his visual pleasure – and mine.

Now, for the big fun! I lay on the floor spread eagle and he grabbed the larger of the two sets of brass tongs. Squeezing them together so that they could be easily inserted, he carefully and slowly pushed them in my soaking wet pussy. Then releasing the tension at his hands, the tongs spread open revealing my inner cunt to him. God, it was so incredibly perverted and yet so fucking wonderful to be tied up and helpless while he violated me in this gentle and loving way.

After playing like this for a while, he removed the larger tongs and picked up the smaller tongs. He gently grabbed my protruding clit with these and pulled on it rhythmically. A sensation that was so marvelous. By now I was begging to cum. And he knew just how to make it happen. Inserting his middle finger in my ass and slipping his thumb up inside my cunt, he turned the vibrator on again.

He bent his face to my crotch and pushed his tongue way out, lapping gently at the erection of my clit. Now that I was shaved, I could see his tongue on my hotspot. He licked it just the way I like – slowly, gently, up the sides and settling on my button. Repeating it again and again, while he wiggled his fingers in a rhythmic dance up inside me. Then he settled the vibrating rod on my clit.

I could feel the waves of orgasm rising up from my backbone, settling in my ass and cunt and then exploding at my clit as I ground his face into me. The orgasm lasted forever and I rode it like a surfer on the magic wave of ecstasy.

Once my convulsions stopped, I asked to be released from my bondage. As he knelt before me and untied my limbs I was free to lie in front of him while I sucked him to a rock hard erection. He asked if he could fuck me in the ass. Not needing to answer with words, I turned around and got on all fours, presenting my ass and fully satisfied cunt to him.

He grabbed a hold of his cock and guided it to my loosened asshole that was still moist with saliva and my juices and some lingering KY jelly. He nestled it between my cheeks and slid up and down – pushing my cheeks together to tighten the crevice and heighten his pleasure. Now seriously hard and in need of relief, he pushed his cock up inside my ass. Taking it a little at a time I encouraged him to plunge the full length of his erection up inside me. As he did, my muscles relaxed to let him in.

“Ah, that’s it, baby, now fuck me like a dog!”

His pace quickened as he pumped inside my tight ass – driving harder and harder. I can always tell when he is close to orgasm and he knows that I want to hear him say that he is going to cum. And he does. Pushing his cock up inside my asshole, I can feel the muscles as they force his semen up inside me – blasting away until the last pulsation subsides. We stay in this position while he “comes down” and is able to speak. He slides his cock out of me and bends over to kiss my back and my neck. By now we are both sexually stated – for the moment, at least – and start to giggle.

The remainder of the evening was spent entwined together – lying on the sofa quietly talking or watching some mind-numbing television program. Occasionally he would pull my bathrobe open and part my legs to stroke or lick me. Delicious. I miss being young sometimes, but never when this stud is around.

Dear man, I must sign off here. Aaron has been parading around my house for the last several minutes with his tremendous cock hanging out, and I suspect something equally adventuresome is in the works for tonight.

Can’t wait to see you next month – it will be quite a night for everyone, I’m sure of it.

Eagerly –

Gina

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