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Charles was far from happy with the situation. Should he just take off and start a new life, outside the area, where no one could catch him? He quickly realised that was not on the cards, as this was the only life he had right now. After all, what else would he do? Charles was pleased he had kept his nerve and stayed. For on her return Sandra announced they were going on holiday.

“Just the two of us, we can stay on our yacht in the South of France.”

“I haven’t got a passport!” insisted Charles with a start.

“I knew,” laughed Sandra, “that you would think of yourself first. I like you, Charlie, we are so alike. Don’t worry I’ll have my lawyers take care of everything. But while you are there you might have to do a little job for me. You see, I’ve got these girl-friends who need sexual servicing, whilst they relax in the sun.”

Charles had never been abroad. The number of times he had ever visited the nearby cities of Leicester and Peterborough he could count on both hands. Of course he was not going for nothing, and Sandra would extract a price from him, but the thought of having to service her rich friends did not seem so bad.

The heat hit Charles as he stepped from the plane and looked around the little airport. Sandra had chartered a private Lear jet to bring them all down to the South of France, and it looked like being one long party.

Sandra had told him that he was to provide some fun for her two new friends. They were from London and used to the good life, which was where they had met. As the only thing they seemed to have in common, was a love of expensive clothes and young men as sex slaves. Which was where Charles came in.

“Is this him?” asked a middle-aged woman walking up to them as they walked from the plane. Her name was Margaret, the wife of a leading city of London Councillor, and someone used to getting just what she wanted.

“Yes, what you think? Reckon you can get any fun out of him, over the next few days Margaret?” Sandra smiled behind her designer sunglasses and offered the other woman the goods.

“I’ll say. What have you been feeding him on Sandra, raw meat? Just look at those muscles. Has he got a big cock?” she inquired.

“Get him in the Limo and find out.” Sandra walked to the car and opened the door.

“You can have him after me,” said the other woman. She was called Betty and was the wife of a millionaire, Sandra was in partnership within London. What they did for a living, did not stand up to close scrutiny, but Betty was hell-bent on spending the money.

Together they all sat in the back of the big stretch Lincoln continental. Sandra went through the formalities of introducing her two friends, but Charles thought they were clearly to disguise their true identities. The Two women sat either side of the boy whilst Sandra sat opposite.

Straight away they took turns feeling his crotch to get his cock hard, and Charles obliged by taking turns to kiss the women with deep-throated mouthfuls of passion.

He felt nothing for the event and even wanted to getaway. But Sandra had ordered him here, and this was a small price to pay for a foreign trip. The champagne flowed, and Charles even poured some down one cleavage to lick it out. They loved that.

He took his time feeling his hands up their skirts and rubbing his fingers against their pussies. Finally, Betty; the oldest of the friends pulled down her knickers and reached for his cock. It was fully erect now, so with one bound, she was astride him, sliding down his shaft with a grunt of pleasure. Here she rode up and down as the car drove slowly on. Through the parched hot landscape and down to the dreamy coastal resort, where, glistening in the sunlight, lay the yacht.

Up till now, Sandra had been content to simply watch, as if she was part of the crew, like the driver sitting passively in the front. As the other two women showed they were really getting into the action, she too pulled up her short skirt to masturbate herself before them.

They made Charles lay on the back seat to make the most of the ample room in the Limo. Whilst one rode his cock astride him, the other sat her wet pussy down on his face. So Charles obliged her by pushing his tongue up as far as it would go, into the soft wet sex.

When the car arrived at the other end, the boy was almost exhausted, but the women were satisfied for now. Sandra was pleased with him. He had done exactly what she had asked of him, and the holiday looked like it was going well.

“Your friends are wearing me out,” said Charles as he drank a glass of champagne that night on the yacht.

“Remember you are here to do a job of work. So let them ride you until they come round to my way of thinking.” Sandra held out her glass for more champagne, gümüşhane escort a mysterious smile crossing her face.

“What exactly is that?” asked Charles, looking out to sea.

“Revenge Charlie, what else is it about.”

“What possible revenge could you want to take out on them?”

“They cost me and my family dearly. So now I want to take some money from them, just to even the score.”

“Haven’t you got enough now?”

“There’s never enough.”

“But why try and get it?”

“Because it’s gettable.”

“I don’t understand you. Plenty of money and plenty of sex, what else is there to achieve?”

“Where I came from it would never be enough. Maybe I can’t go back there, I’ve changed so much. Perhaps its too late.” Sandra let her mind drift off, and for the first time, genuine fear crossed her face. Something Charles had never seen in her before.

“So where did you live this wicked past, you won’t talk about?” He sat down beside her to look deep into her eyes.

“I can’t tell you it all. Maybe some of it. Terry; my husband, talks about that part often enough.”

“I know you both made your money in London, with property. So what’s so dark and mysterious about that?”

“Oh, we aren’t mixed up with the Mafia or anything like that. But there are people we don’t want to meet.”

“So where do you really come from?” asked Charles.

“From the same village as you, originally.”

“No! But no one has ever heard of you, how can that be?”

“Luckily nobody recognises me, Charlie,” she laughed.

“But even the old people, don’t know you. There’s something strange there.”

“Oh, it’s stranger than that. Maybe I’ll tell you. Or maybe you’ll find out for yourself. After all, it’s about time you grew up.”

“I like to think of myself as fairly grown up now,” replied the boy.

“Dream on. Just being able to stick that big weapon inside a woman, doesn’t make you a man. You know nothing of the real world. Take this boat. You’re like a little boy lost.”

“So what do you want me to do?”

“Take a leap of faith, and help me get some money out of these old bags.” Sandra looked sternly at him now.

“You aren’t joking are you?”

“No. Do you want to be a man or not?!

“But how exactly do you intend getting this money? Legal or not?”

“I’ll say it again. Do you want to be a man or not?”

“Of course I do! But what about getting caught?”

“That’s the fun part. Being scared,” laughed Sandra pouring another glass of champagne.

“Ok, so what do we have to do?”

“Simple. They have lots of money, and we have to convince them to part with it.

Sandra now pulled Charles onto the sofa. It was to the stern of the boat and surrounded by a huge picture window. So set against the backdrop of the Mediterranean Ocean, they had sex.

She unzipped his new designer jeans and peeled them down his legs. Then, pulling down his boxer shorts, she took his cock in her mouth and began to get it hard.

“What if they don’t like it?” Charles tried to put this worry to the back of his mind, as his cock became fuller and the woman sucked longer and harder on it.

Sandra let the fleshy organ fall from her mouth. “They won’t know, and if you can keep your mouth shut, they’ll never know. We are going to invest it for them, and believe you me, this will return a massive profit.” with that, she went back to sucking him off.

“What if something goes wrong, and we get in trouble? This won’t look good in court?” But his own words drifted away as Charles went into ecstasy and shot into her mouth. Long and hot with her tongue going round and round.

“Salty but ok,” said Sandra as she fell back and found her champagne glass.

That night Charles could not sleep. He gazed out to sea and wondered where he was going. How could he help steal money from those two innocent women? What if he got caught? Somehow he could not see Sandra standing up for him if he faced a prison sentence. What was he to do?

Charles was a long way from home, and clearly out of his depth. From now on things would get dangerous. It was alright shagging these women, but they would show him the same casual loyalty they enjoyed during sex, and once he let it drop out, they no longer needed him.

The boy realised he had to look out for himself. Maybe he could get some of this wealth for himself? But how?

On this big boat, he was surrounded by wealth. There were thousands of pounds worth, just lying on the tables, but just stealing things and running like hell, was not the answer. Sandra would find him too easily, and the punishment would be very harsh. No, he had to be more clever than that. Somehow he had to provide himself hatay escort with an escape route. Another identity, that could help hide him whilst on the run.

There had to be no loopholes, as any trace would give him away. The only saving grace, to his mind, was that he might be able to escape in the chaos. The reason why Charles thought that way, was that he had a terrible sense of foreboding.

What the Drapers were doing, was wrong. There was something not true in the way they lived their lives, and the terrible truth was about to come out. The village seemed a long way away right now, but the truth could visit even here. Back in England, they could be seen for what they really were, and that flash was about to explode in the pan.

What worried Charles was, could he jump first?

The holiday was judged a great success, and Sandra was delighted with the way Charles had engaged her two friends with sexual attention.

“I’m sore between the legs,” announced Margaret as the others laughed with her on the way to the airport. “God I’m going to have the devils own game explaining this to my husband.”

They flew back to a cloudy England, and Sandra offered to round the holiday off with a visit to a restaurant she had a share in.

“I don’t know Sandra, high-class restaurants; pleasure cruisers, and mansions in the country, how do you do it all?” Betty asked the question almost in passing, as they watched Charles carry their purchases from Harvey Nichols, amidst a mad dash of credit cards and laughter.

“You have to have the money-making machines as we do?” Sandra pretended not to be interested in the question and busied herself with ordering Charles about.

“I wish you would let a little of that secret come our way,” said Margaret, the envy showing in her voice.

“If you are serious about making a little money, Terry and I could always help you out.” Sandra sounded very friendly now, as she knew she had the women hooked.

“Oh, could you Sandra!” They were both almost jumping out of their shoes with excitement now. The greed showing in their eyes, as they clutched at the chance of sharing in the good life.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll send a car round to show you our broker’s offices. We can draw up a plan of investment, that might make you a little spending money.” A wicked girlish smile crossed her face now. One which the other women joined in, to show they understood they were being let into this magical world of wealth. “I’ll send Charlie round to escort you.”

Charles and Sandra exchanged glances at the two women almost danced with glee. This was clearly the moment. Here was the parting of the waves and once through this, there could be no turning back. Charles loaded the bags into the car.

“After that, we can have some lunch,” said Charles helpfully.

Sandra looked and him and smiled her more normal, sinister smile. The one which said: “join me on the dark side.”

He had clearly cast his lot in with the scheme to take the money from the two women. From now on, he would be taking part in a crime.

Fortunately, Charles was not called on to drive the women through London. The busy crowded streets were a mystery to him, as he hated the big city and its dirt. Now he realised the dirt was going deeper than just his skin.

The meeting was arranged for the near future, and Charles came back to Ampstwell after a day of having his hand up their skirts.

“Why not go now, and make a start?” asked Charles that evening.

“No,” replied Sandra. “I have my reasons, but no, we can’t go just like that. It is complicated, but bear with me Charlie. You see these two women are special, and we have to trick them in our own way.”

“Why? What’s so special about them, that you have to have revenge?”

“It’s to do with the past Charlie. You see they are mixed up with some special people, and they are the ones I want to get at.”

“Revenge is no good Sandra. You will just become bitter and twisted. Let it go and try to look at things a bit more reflectively. What I’m trying to say is, just put it down to life.”

“I can’t do that Charlie. The damage they did was too great.”

“Then tell me about it. Maybe I can help?”

“If I was to tell you the truth, you might not believe me.” She smiled at him, in the way that she had. To say, there was a sense of devilment there.

“Try me.”

“Well, do you know anything about the history of this village?”

“I know it’s very old.”

“So old, in those days it used to be called Amptswyll. You see I had relatives living here, years ago.”

“Then what was your family name? Nobody in the village knows you now.”

“Soams. You can find a plaque to us in the village ısparta escort church if you look.”

“Yes I’ve seen it,” replied Charles with a puzzled look. “But the Soams family haven’t lived here for years. Were your ancestors living in the village during the English Civil War?”

“Yes, definitely! We suffered terribly at the hands of that devil Cromwell.” Anger showed on the woman’s face now.

“You talk as if you knew them? The people in the civil War?”

“Would it shock you, if I said I did?” Sandra looked at the boy now, a very serious glare in her eye, which spoke of a darker secret, about to be revealed.

“Is this more of this mystical magical stuff? Because if it is, I don’t want to know. You are as bad as my parents. They’re full of that rubbish.” Charles turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Why do you find it so hard to believe?” Sandra rose up and held his shoulders.

“Because I don’t believe in these supernatural things. It’s just children’s tales.”

“They aren’t tales Charlie. They are real, as real as you and I, lying in this bed now. Look at me, Charles.” She turned him around and they faced one another.

“Then how can you say you knew people, that have been dead for centuries? How is that possible Sandra?”

“I am from that time.” The words hung in the air between them.

“You realise what you are saying? What you expect me to believe?”

“Do you not believe it?”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“How do you come to be here then? Space ship, time machine, all that rubbish?”

“Nothing as silly as that. We used Magic.”

“This is not happening to me.” Charles held his head in his hands, as he rose from the bed. “I need a drink.”

“People in your time find it difficult to believe in anything. Why is it that you cannot take a leap of faith, and accept what I am telling you now?” Sandra watched him go downstairs to find the alcohol.

“Maybe I’ve been brought up on too much TV. Science fiction and all that nonsense.” Charles waved the whisky bottle at the television screen as Sandra joined him. They both stood there naked, holding their drinks and waiting for the conversation to take shape.

“Look, what if I was to give you a demonstration of my powers, would you believe me then?”

No, I don’t want to see any freaky stuff! This place has a bad enough reputation in the village. I don’t want to get drawn into all that. Just tell me one thing? What have these women got to do with all this?”

“They are connected with that time.” Sandra sipped her drink and walked around the room. Even in the moonlight shining through the windows, she was beautiful. Her bottom moving with a perfect pair shape.

“Go on.”

“It’s not them exactly. It’s more the people they are connected with. You see, I think they are connected to very powerful people. What’s more, they have something which belongs to me. A certain ring.”

“And these powerful people, are something to do with the Civil War? How?”

“This village was the scene of a massacre, back then. Cromwell’s Roundheads rode in and killed many people. My family amongst them.” Sandra drifted off for a moment, the memories clearly painful.

“So how are these powerful people connected with the village massacre? And what about this ring? I don’t understand?”

“The village was ransacked by a certain man named Clerkwell. I have evidence to assume he travelled through time, as I, to live in this time. He took the ring from my Mother, I’m sure of that. she placed it on her finger, knowing that he would steal it. That way we laid a trap for him, and I traced him through time by using magic. The ring finally rested on the hand of his wife: Betty. That’s why I want to get my own back on him. Through them.”

“What will you do, once you have taken all their money?”

“I don’t know, but we’ll worry about that when the time comes. The question is Charlie, are you with me or against me?”

Charles looked down at her breasts, with the moonlight shining off her white skin.

“I know it’s only sex between us Sandra, but I just can’t get you out of my mind. Of course I’ll do anything you ask.”

“Good! Let’s go back to bed and I’ll tell you the story so far.”

“What I really want to know is, how you got here? And how you met your husband: Terry?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you everything. Sometimes I wonder how it all became so crazy. It’s all so long ago now, that even I wonder if it’s worth it at times. But Karl Marx once said: the past is everything. What I think he was trying to say was, that you can’t escape your past, for it’s always there to haunt you. Mine certainly hangs heavily on my shoulders now.”

“So how did you meet Terry? and that girl Gremalgin? How on earth did you ever get mixed up with her?”

“Charlie, it’s a long story, but I will see if I can explain their part in it all.”

With that, they went back to bed, and Sandra told him the full story. She told him the tale of a young girl escaping the war, and having to face life living in another time.

“Where shall I begin? I know, 1645.”

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*****

Last Gasp

John was sitting at his desk in his office in Kentucky with George who was sitting across from him. John and George were going over the quarterly sales figures. Actually, George was going over the quarterly sales figures. John was staring out the window of his office day dreaming and thinking about the past twenty years of his life.

He had moved his company and employee’s to Owensboro, a medium size city on the Ohio River. It was a peaceful little community, which welcomed their business and the opportunities that such a company as John’s offered them. Jenny and John had bought a small ranch just outside of the city where they could spend their final years together.

Michelle and Susan’s families had also relocated to Owensboro where Susan and Michelle ran a free clinic with several other doctors, most of them from Chicago. George and Mark now worked for John’s company as did so many other old friends from Chicago. On the weekends you could find the three couples at John’s ranch enjoying each other’s company and watching the children play with the dogs or riding the horses.

Several years had passed, since the year they spent together in what used to be Chicago. The government had tried to cause trouble for John and his company in the aftermath of that fiasco, but after a couple of conversations with the President and some of the political leader in Congress, they gave up.

Things were peaceful and pleasant. John’s company kept inventing things that everyone wanted and they kept making money hand over fist. Life was good. Weekends spent with friends and family. Days spent working.

John and Jenny spent every moment they could together. And if Jenny wasn’t with John you would find Susan or Michelle with him. When he was at the office George or Mark would be close by.

Jenny had enlisted their four friends to help keep her husband alive as long as possible. She knew how he died and kind of when he died. What John told her is he would die of a heart attack when he was alone. If he was somewhere with people he wouldn’t die, but if he was alone he would. Even if Sally was with him, he would die.

So Jenny made sure he was never alone. Somebody was always with him. Michelle, Susan, George, Mark or herself, always someone, always a real flesh and blood person.

Eventually, John stepped down from running the company. For the past couple of years they had found more and more young people who, like John and the others, knew their futures. What they were doing was pulling the future into the here and now and making a pretty bundle.

Every new seer was made a partner in the company. They owned an equal share. It was theirs until the day that they died. Michelle, Susan and their husbands were also partners, along with those people who had stayed to help in Chicago.

The company handled hundreds of government contracts, contracts for almost every item that the company made. The only thing that John mandated was the company never to sell the government a Class I shield or an AI. They could have Class II Buster units and Class III Shield technology but nothing higher.

There was one other thing that John did that no one else had thought of doing. He used the six nuclear fusion furnaces that had decimated Chicago, to supply electricity to half the nation. From the Rocky Mountains to the Smoke Mountains, power was supplied by giant photovoltaic cells placed around the six candles.

Six giant globular structures went up three months after they left Chicago. Six structures blocking the light of the candles, which absorbed every erg, every photon, converting it to clean electric power. Power that once John’s company dumped it into the power grid caused the price of a kilowatt of electricity to drop to almost nothing. Most other electric generating plants became backups to the candle plants or were freed up to generate electricity for the east and west coasts.

On any given day there were only three places that John would be found. At the office, even though he had turned the reins over to George and Mark, he still liked to keep abreast of the goings on. The second place you could find him would be the clinic that he had built on the outskirts of town. It included a surgical suite, an ambulatory care facility, along with the clinic. All procedures and visits were free. The doctors and staffs salaries, along with the supplies and instruments, were paid for by John’s Company.

It was their contribution to the people of the city and state they enjoyed living in. The saying, ‘you get what you pay for’ was being turned around at the clinic to be ‘the best things in life are free’. After three years in business, the clinic was handling cases from around the globe. There were doctor who were tops in their field clamoring to work at the clinic, for far less money than they were getting fethiye escort now. There was even talk of building a full facilities hospital across the street from the clinic.

The third place you would find John was home, at his ranch. Where he would be tending to the horses or playing with Susan and Michelle’s children or playing with the dogs.

For those who had given their time and heart for a year, life was good. They were all working, almost all at jobs they loved. Those few who weren’t still had a good clean place to live and a job they could be proud doing.

John was now sixty-two although he looked younger, much younger. The ladies in his life were quite a bit younger than he. Jenny, being the oldest, was fifty-five. Michelle was only a few months older than Susan at forty-six. George and Mark were the same ages as their wives. It was amazing to John how Michelle and Susan still loved him, even at his doddering old age. But love him they did.

There was many a time one of the three women would try to get him into their bed or his bed as the case me be. He never rebuffed them and wound up happy and satisfied each time. Jenny was no longer jealous of having to share him with the other two loves of his life and after a while encouraged the affairs.

Jenny was also surprised that two young men tried often to get her in their beds. Although she didn’t trip often, the times she did she was not sorry.

About the sixth year after settling in Owensboro, Jenny was called away from home for one of the charities she was involved with. John was left to his own devices. He wasn’t alone as Jenny had made arrangements with Susan and Michelle to alternate days to tag along with him as each doctor could manipulate their schedules at the clinic.

On the second day after Jenny left, John woke with Michelle lying next to him. She was propped up on her elbow watching him. He smiled raising his head and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled and winked at him.

“You know what Jenny is afraid of don’t you?”

“Yes. And I appreciate you and Susan and your husbands helping her with her fears.”

“Is it true though? Or is it a fiction just to get me or Susan into your bed so often?”

“That’s a strange question after all these years. It’s not fiction. I will die alone.”

“But you don’t know when and where, do you?”

“I know where. I will die in a hotel room in Denver Colorado. I just don’t know when.”

“What happens if Susan and I decide not to be with you anymore?”

“I don’t know, let’s see…” John paused closing his eyes for just a second. “I will die here in bed, alone.”

“Oh. Or are you just saying that?”

“Ask one of the other seers if you don’t believe me. They should all know the place of my passing. One of them may even know the approximate date.”

“Have you talked with any of them?”

“No, I really don’t want to know.”

“So you haven’t really looked to find out what the date would be?”

“No. And I won’t. I don’t want to know when I die. Would you?”

“No, I guess I wouldn’t. Why Denver? What’s there that you need to go there?”

“I don’t know and I don’t want to know. There must be a reason I’m there, although when I looked last I found no reason for being there. And no, I’m not looking again.”

“Alright, so what’s the plan for today?” Michelle smiled at John as she stroked his cheek.

“I don’t know. I have no plans. Do you have to be at the clinic today?”

“No, I took the day off,” Michelle said with a smile. John smiled back at her as she leaned in and gently kissed his lips briefly.

Michelle giggled as John reached up and tickled her ribs. As he continued she jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom. John lay back smiling at the ceiling wondering how he had come to have such a wonderful life, with such wonderful friends and three beautiful women who loved him.

Michelle came out of the bathroom and jumped back into bed straddling John’s hips. John reached up and tickled her again. Michelle fell to the bed laughing as John rolled over trapping her under him. He kissed her hard on the lips pinning her shoulders to the bed. She moaned with passion as she kissed him back. John rolled off of her on to his back.

“I would really like to continue this, but there are things that need doing.”

“Like what?” Michelle asked.

“Breakfast, coffee, horses to be fed, stalls mucked out, those things. Would you like to help?”

“Sure, why not. Could we go for a horseback ride later?”

“Sure, we’ll bring a picnic lunch.”

“Sounds good to me,” Michelle said bouncing out of bed and heading for the bathroom again.

John followed her into the bathroom and got in the shower with her. The warm water cascading down their bodies was refreshing. They soaped and scrubbed each other, both enjoying the closeness it brought. Rinsing, they dried and got dressed. Michelle beat John down stairs and had the coffee perking as he showed up in the kitchen.

“Eggs and ham?” Michelle asked.

“Yes please,” John answered. alanya escort Michelle cooked breakfast as John checked his email and read the morning news. They ate in silence as Michelle, sitting next to John, read the news with him. After eating John placed the dirty dishes in the sink and grabbing Michelle’s hand as they walked to the barn.

The three dogs came running in from the fields to accompany them. Michelle had grown used to the three happy and energetic canines and petted which ever one came with reach. The horses were whinnying as John and Michelle reached the barn, signaling that they were hungry.

John filled the hay cribs with fresh hay and ran fresh water in to the trough, while Michelle opened the stalls of each horse to let them out into the corral to eat and drink. Once that was done, John and Michelle started to muck out the stalls and spread new straw around in each.

John then brought two horses at a time into the barn so they could be groomed. Michelle loved grooming the horses and they were soon finished. Michelle then ran back to the house to prepare the picnic lunch while John saddled the horses. When Michelle returned from the house with the picnic basket they mounted up and road out into the wilderness that surrounded John’s ranch.

The sun was shining brightly and the air was cool. The grass was green and the flowers were in full bloom as the two rode slowly through the rolling hills. Coming to a small stream that wound through a small valley filled with trees the two halted and dismounted.

Michelle ran to the stream and sitting on a large rock removing her boots and socks so she would wade in the cool water. John tethered the horse within drinking distance of the steam and unstrapped the picnic basket from his horse. He then unstrapped the blanket from Michelle’s horse and walked over to a flat grassy spot close to the stream.

All the while Michelle was giggling and splashing in the cool water. John spread the blanket and lay down watching Michelle. Michelle came running over to where John lay and plopped down next to him on her back. She smiled up at him and caressed his cheek.

“God I love living here,” she said, smiling up at him. “And I do love you.” Her eyes twinkled in the soft filtered sunlight.

“I love you too,” John replied as he leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips. Their passion rose as the horses whinnied and nickered beside the stream.

The days were filled with such interludes. Jenny, Susan and Michelle loved living a quite country life, where the days were spent doing what they loved. John loved his life and didn’t want it to end, so he too made sure that there was always someone with him. If Jenny needed to be away, Susan or Michelle were always glad to keep him company when asked. Sometimes Mark or George would accompany them, most of the time they didn’t.

John didn’t care either way. He liked the company when Jenny was away and he liked talking with George or Mark. And if they brought their children his day was made. John and Jenny loved children but had not been lucky enough to be blessed with any of their own. The dogs, even though they were getting on in years, loved the company too. Especially, the children, they loved to play with the children.

The months past, the days were spent having fun working and playing. John soon let the circumstances of his death fade in his mind. Jenny did too, as there was always someone with him.

One day on his way home from the office in Owensboro, John’s car was involved in an accident. He hit his head on the door frame as he was t-boned on the driver’s side. As he faded in and out of consciousness, he felt himself being lifted to a stretcher and placed in the back of an ambulance. He watched and listened as the paramedics started an IV and he faded into unconsciousness.

John woke in what looked like a hospital room. He was hooked up to several IV’s. He had a mask on his face giving him oxygen. He was dazed and groggy. A nurse held his wrist in her hand taking his pulse.

“Well it’s about time Mister Abernathy, we were all beginning to wonder if you would ever wake up,” the nurse said softly.

John closed his eyes wondering why he had not foreseen this little event in his life. There had been no warning, no flash of insight, of his involvement in an auto accident. No glimmer of his being laid-up in a hospital.

And where were Jenny, Michelle and Susan? Why were none of them at his side waiting for him to awake? John opened the door in his memory to the future and saw blackness. His ability to see his experiences into the future appeared to be gone. Maybe it was the bump on the head, maybe it was the medications he was being given. Whatever the reason he could no longer recall memories of his future.

The nurse left shortly after that and John was alone. The door was open and as he gazed out into the hallway he noticed a pretty young woman sitting at the nurse’s station staring at him. She was dressed in street clothes, not nurse’s scrubs or a doctor’s lab coat. John manavgat escort smiled weakly at her and she smiled back but did not move from her chair.

John was very weak and more tired than he had ever felt in his entire life. His eyes closed and he was asleep by his third breath. The woman rose and walked into John’s room, sitting in the chair by his bed she fished a cell phone from her pocket.

“He’s asleep again,” she spoke into the mouthpiece and flipped the device closed. She carefully studied John’s features, memorizing every line of his face. She started to hum to herself as she relaxed back into the chair. Her eyes closed and she was asleep in an instant.

* * * *

When John woke the young lady was beside him, smiling down at him. He closed his eyes as pain rolled over him. He didn’t know where the pain was coming from and didn’t care. He just wanted it to stop. A sharp pain in his arm brought his eyes open and a smile crossed his face as the pain was washed out of his body.

“That’s it, just relax, the pain will be gone in a moment.”

“Wha…”

“Don’t try and talk Mister Abernathy, just lay back and relax.”

John lay there looking at the young lady standing over him. She was not familiar to him and his future self had no knowledge of her or he would know. He closed his eyes and tried to see what was in his future and couldn’t. He tried harder, all of a sudden the pain was back. He winced at the sudden pain throughout his body.

“Mister Abernathy, don’t try to see into the future,” the young lady said as she pressed the needle of the syringe into his arm again.

The pain dissipated almost as fast as it had started, John exhaled in relief.

“What have you done to me?” he queried hoarsely.

“We have temporarily dulled you ability to see into the future. Well actually we just introduced a drug into your body that will cause you intense pain when you try to look into the future. I’m sorry but it was necessary and not my decision.”

“Why?” John croaked.

“We need you not to know some things that are happening right about now.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry, you don’t need to know.”

“If it involves my people or company or country I need to know.”

“It doesn’t, but you would be hard pressed not to get involved and we don’t want you to be involved.”

“Why?”

“When it’s over I will explain everything to you. You will also be briefed by several others. And if you’re wondering about the other seers in your company, they are here with you in other rooms of this facility being given the same drug as you so don’t expect a rescue.”

John slumped further into his bed, disheartened to hear that his friends and colleagues had been brought here too. He closed his eyes and thought about Jenny, Michelle and Susan. He thought about how frantic Jenny would be. He thought about how she might construe that he had lied to her about their future together. As he thought about these things he drifted off to sleep.

* * * *

When John woke he found himself, not in the hospital room, but on a bed in what appeared to be a hotel or motel. He was extremely tired and could barely move. He found that he was fully clothed. Struggling he leveraged himself out of bed and hobbled to the window. It was extremely overcast and a steady rain was coming from the heavens. Looking down into the parking lot he saw his car, without damage, had it been a dream of some kind, the hospital, the woman, the pain.

Checking his pockets he found his keys and wallet. Looking on the desk in his room he saw the brochure for the hotel. Picking it up John read; Marriott Courtyard Denver. John was stunned, the brochure slipping from his fingers as he stared at the wall in front of him. He stood transfixed for several moments. Then John picked up the phone, his cell seemed to be missing, and dialed home. Jenny picked up on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Jen, it’s me. I love you. Just remember that please.”

“Oh god, are you hurt? Are you okay? Where are you John?”

“I’m okay so far, but I’m alone.”

“Oh…” John heard as she cried and they were not tears of joy. John’s throat started to tighten as Jenny’s emotions were felt by him.

“I’m in Denver, I’m afraid to say. And I feel like…well…crap. I’m really sorry Jen.” Now John was weeping.

“I know, I know. How?” Jenny asked between sobs.

“I really don’t know darling. I was driving home and then I was in a hospital and then I was here.”

“Oh god,” Jenny said. Then there was a commotion on her end and several voices could be heard. “Michelle and Susan just came in. Yes he’s okay for now. He’s in Denver and he’s alone.”

“Jen. Tell them I love them please.”

“I will, I will. Oh god. Oh god.” John could hear several muffled questioned being asked as Jenny put he hand over the mouth piece.

As John waited he sat in the only chair in the room. He actually felt quite serene and peaceful as he sat back listening to the muffled sounds on the other end of the phone. He suddenly realized he was at peace with the world and himself. He had a wonderful life. He was most fortunate to have loved three beautiful women and had been loved back. He had accomplished much in his life and his legacy would remain. Jenny, Susan and Michelle would see to that. All three women were tenacious and strong willed and would see that the company would continue no matter what.

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Alright,

so I’m supposed to be writing a space opera…

But I got distracted by a conversation with a fellow author on twitter and this is the result of my distractions. Let me know if this is something you wish to see continued, or I’ll just throw random chapters at it here and there. Speaking of chapters, I’ll probably be revisiting Kevin’s Kitty Rescue and Beauty and the Beast in the near future. I’m pretty much sold on I’m Home being retired, I can’t see myself continuing that story without some inspiration turning up, and it’s just not happening. Part of learning to write, is learning to only hit publish on stories you can actually finish and I’m Home is just so far out of sight I have no idea what to do with it. Sorry about that…

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Chapter One

This was bad. Very, very bad. In a long list of things that could have gone wrong, this was probably one of the worst. But nine-year-old Akira couldn’t help but grin at the look on her Papa’s face. He was a firm man on television. But in real life, he was a doting father. Reaching for the bowl of popcorn, Akira took yet another mouthful, ignoring her mother’s sigh.

“Akira, it’s getting late.”

The small girl pouted, “But mama! Papa’s still playing!”

The older woman sighed, “Father’s daughter.”

Akira giggled, before turning back to the television. Papa had gotten the turret repaired and the driver reversed back around the corner of the old house. As they pulled out of view, the enemy advanced. A British Cromwell rolled over the hill ahead. Papa saw it coming and started bringing the turret around. The Cromwell had seen them as well and was trying to get over the peak of the hill. Making a final adjustment, Papa checked the sight, right as the Cromwell lumbered to a stop.

BANG!

The old T-34, affectionately known as ‘Henry’ barked. The tank rocked back on it’s suspension as the seventy-six millimeter cannon, spat it’s payload at the Cromwell. The shell carried a trail of smoke part way as it arced across the battlefield. The round slammed into the Cromwell, sending out a shower of sparks.

“It’s a direct hit!” The commentator yelled. “Ol Bruce is in trouble. That was a direct strike on the gunner. He’s been disabled for thirty seconds!”

Akira cheered, knocking over her bowl of popcorn. Her mother sighed, grabbing the rest of the bowl. “Really daughter? This is not how a lady should behave!”

“Sorry Mama,” Akira pouted cutely until her mother turned away.

She watched as Papa’s team member reloaded the cannon with a second shot. As he did so, Papa readjusted his aim. Akira was already getting good. The camera changed to the aiming reticle, to see exactly where her Papa was aiming.

“Right side, lower ammo rack,” Akira guessed.

BANG!

The second round went off with a cloud of smoke, slamming into the Cromwell. This time, as the shower of sparks went off, a second lit up, blowing red and green sparks high into the sky.

“HE’S DONE IT!” The commentator cried.

Akira jumped up and did a quick dance. Her mother watched on with a small scowl. Her mother really did love her father. But she didn’t approve of their daughter taking after his hobbies. In the age of advancement, someone came up with a great idea. Convert old World War Two era tanks, into a sport. The aim was simple. They were fitted with sensors to determine impacts, with account of both direction and penetration. This was calculated by a computer installed in the free space where the old gas engine used to be. The tanks were all converted to electric and ran on batteries. With all the free space inside, they could have things like air-conditioning and proper food storage for longer games and proper seats with safety-harnesses. Sometimes they did marathons, where dozens or even hundreds of tanks would do battle and the comforts made it easier.

This is where Akira’s father had gotten into the sport. He was a historian at the local university. As such, he had contacts and found himself an old blown out shell of a 1942 T-34. With his friend and now tank driver, they towed the shell back to the university. With the help of the engineering department, they did a special course on mechanical components for the students. Twelve months later, Akira’s Papa entered his first competition. Akira’s mother was unsure about the sport at first, fearing injuries or death. But the rounds they fired were mostly a rubber block with a graphite tip. The rounds were lighter than real shells, but the charge was modified to ensure they fired at the same approximate speed of the regular shells. The benefit being, perfect safety for the crew inside the tank, and a bright flash of sparks if a shell hit.

On impact, the computer’s sensors would determine if the round had enough mass and velocity at the angle of impact to pierce the armour. It would quickly calculate the damage it would do to the internals of the tank and izmir escort determine if components would have been damaged or entirely destroyed. To make things more interesting, each crewmember wore special suits that would cause their joints to lock up if they were ‘hit.’ Altogether, Akira’s mother was placated she wasn’t about to lose her husband and she watched with no small level of discomfort as their tank was peppered with dozens of shells in their abysmal first attempt.

Ten years later, Akira was her Papa’s number one fan, as they pushed through the finals. With the Cromwell down, it was one less threat. But Papa’s team members weren’t in position. Their digital map showed the two team members that followed him into that section of the town were both down. To make matters worse, he was surrounded on both sides.

“Come on Papa,” Akira chanted.

Her Papa seemed to have the same awful realisation that everyone else knew. He was in trouble. Giving a few quick orders, the T-34 lurched forward, pressing onward alone. Akira bit her lip, knowing that any advance was fraught with danger. There was simply no way to know what was around the nearest corner, unless an enemy had been tagged by a friendly. Of course, Akira could see from the television that if he continued to follow that road, he was going to come face to face with an M5A1. The lighter M5A1 was moving at top speed, closing in on where it had seen the Cromwell take a hit. But it wasn’t expecting to round the bend, face to face with a T-34. The M5A1 slammed the breaks, skidding sideways as it desperately tried to keep the turret pointed at the T-34. Papa grinned as he fired the main gun.

BANG!

The shell sparked as it slammed into the broadside of the enemy tank. The shower of sparks was a good indicator for the solid hit. Akira could see that the shell had taken out the driver and co-driver, while severely damaging the transmission. Or, at least that’s what the computer calculated. Reality, the driver and co-driver were both locked and unable to move for thirty seconds. The transmission needed a reset switch to be hit manually by one of the drivers, to initiate a ‘repair’ that would take a further thirty seconds. Until then, the tank was stuck stationery and sideways in the middle of the road.

BANG!

The M5A1 fired it’s main gun at the T-34. Akira gasped in horror as the round hurtled towards her Papa’s tank. But she cheered as it deflected off the sharp angled armour of the Russian tank. It was a good thing about the low weight of those rubber rounds. They lost momentum shortly after exceeding their maximum recommended range and started to tumble. It was a design feature to prevent accidents. A tumbling round would quickly fall and hit the ground, without travelling well out of the battleground and possibly through someone’s window at home. But Papa didn’t flinch. He lined up the second shot with the ammo racks conveniently exposed on the sides. As the loader pushed in a second shell…

BANG!

Akira cheered as the second set of green and red sparks went up. The pyrotechnics were used to ensure that when a tank had been ‘destroyed’ it was clearly seen. Secondarily to that, it now appeared on the electronic map in front of the tank commander. In this case, with a T-34, the commander WAS the gunner, and not a third position, like some larger tanks.

The television shut off at that point, making Akira jump up. Whirling around, there was her mother, holding the remote.

“Mama!”

“Enough,” She sighed. “It’s time for bed, go brush your teeth.”

Akira pouted, “Please Mama?”

But it was useless and she was sent to the bathroom. As she brushed her teeth, Akira imagined herself behind the controls of a T-34 Turret. She imagined herself in place of her Papa, lining up the killshot on a Panzer III. Rinsing her mouth, Akira got into her pyjamas and gave her mother a kiss goodnight, after being told in no uncertain terms she could see her father in the morning. So with a pout, Akira crawled into her bed, tucking her favourite teddy beside her.

***

The funeral was a week later. Kim Yu, aka, Akira’s Papa, upon winning the finals, suffered a sudden heart attack. There was little anyone could do. It seemed he had a genetic defect that had gone unknown and untreated until it presented itself during the competition. Akira’s mother forbade her from watching the recording of what had happened.

As the most famous family in their small town, the local council gave special permission to lead the hearse through town with a tank escort. When they put out the call for tank crews to attend, they expected two or three to respond. Akira was too sad to admire the eighty strong tank parade, led by a wreath covered T-34. Her eyes were on the hearse. Her Papa’s friend, the driver came and said a few words she never properly heard. The rest of their team invited Akira and her mother to a celebration, but neither of them wanted to kahramanmaraş escort go. And at the end of the day, the T-34, still with its wreaths, was reversed into Akira’s Papa’s work shed, and the doors were closed, signalling the end of something wonderful.

***

Ten Years Later

“What do you mean you quit?!” Ceejay yelled into her phone, earning several reproachful looks from the other hopeful competitors. “We don’t even have a tank!”

“I told you not to get your hopes up,” Bellinda sighed, before giving a few of the creepier looking guys glares.

“You suck!” Ceejay snapped, hanging up and stuffing her phone in her pocket. “Apparently the tank she offered wasn’t even her tank. When she went to ask her brother for it today, he laughed at her.”

“All that training,” Mel groaned.

“Ah!” Ceejay stamped her foot. “Not only do we need a new tank, but we’d need a new gunner as well!”

“And a commander,” Mel nodded along. “Unless it’s a smaller tank.”

“A Stuart might work,” Bellinda said softly. “It only takes four, but I’m not the best shot.”

Ceejay patted the large woman on the shoulder. “It’s alright girlfriend-“

“No,” Bellinda shook her head. “It’s not okay. Those guys always laugh at us when we want to join a team… This was our break.”

The three ladies took a moment to hug it out. There were a few snide comments from the male teams around them. But they ignored them as they quietly left the sign-in area.

“What do we do now?” Ceejay grumbled, kicking a small rock.

“I don’t know about you, but I could blow off some steam,” Bellina said. “I’m going to the arcade, then I’m gonna get a beer.”

The three ladies exchanged glances for a moment, “Deal!”

***

Akira lined up the shot. Aiming straight for the flat plate on the front of the Panzer III. It was a little narrow to target at over one-kilometer, but she had confidence in herself. The only issue she had was the damned autoloader. These simulations were designed for beginners. Without a gunner, the game just ran on a pre-programmed timer to activate the cannon. But, after the twelve second timer ran over, she got the green light.

BANG

The Panzer didn’t know what hit it. The shell slammed into the center of the flat plate, punching through and detonating inside the enemy tank. The simulation showed the tank exploding from the inside, so violently the turret flew off.

“Got him!” Thomas cheered.

“Don’t cheer yet,” Akira grinned despite herself. “See that green house halfway up the hill on the right. Go park behind it facing to the left.”

Akira activated the binoculars and checked out the immediate area. There was nothing out there as far as she could see. But that meant little. Going by the scores on each team, she was the last alive on her side. But there were two enemies remaining and she had no idea where they were. With her bff driving, Akira was happy he followed instructions, even if he wasn’t the best driver. He was still better than the AI they had installed. The main issue they had was the loader. Sure, it made it easy to supplement a lack of crew, but it took so damned long. Twelve seconds per shot, where a trained loader could cut that down to three or four seconds in a pinch. Because of the advantages, those with full crews usually did better on the simulations. Akira’s accurate and quick firing was the only reason they’d made it this far. She remembered all her lessons from her Papa. Priorities were; Kill shot, gunner, reloader, driver, co-driver in that order. But the situation changed on a dime. Sometimes a good broadside into the engine compartment was enough to stop a moving tank. But not enough to kill it outright. But not taking the shot, would let the tank escape.

Akira shook her head, getting herself back into the game. “Thomas, nose out around the corner, make sure it’s far enough I can shoot. Then reverse back in.”

Thomas nodded, before inching the tank out around the corner. This is where his skill level was out. He was good enough to drive, but not with the fine controls. It would have been better to quickly dart out, stop and reverse back in. But he’d be too jerky, and knew it. So that left them inching around the corner.

CRASH!

“That’s the right track!” Thomas yelled.

Akira took a glance at the damage indicator. Sure enough, the right track was destroyed. It’d take time to repair it. “Thomas, left stick forward, swing us around the corner and get me on target!”

Thomas nodded quickly and complied. The tank lurched around with it’s one good track, bringing the turret into view. Spotting a Japanese Ho-Ni I Akira’s blood went cold. Being stuck in front of a tank killer was always a bad idea. Taking aim, she lined up the first shot with the gunner. If she could take them out, the Ho-Ni I would be forced to back off. Taking a deep breath…

BANG!

***

Bellinda led the way into the arcade. manavgat escort It was a popular hangout for the younger members of the tank core. There were simulators to help newbie crews hone their skills. This is where she and the others had decided against trying to play with the boys, and instead formed their own crew. Then Stephanie had bailed on signup day. Bellinda shook her head.They were better than half the guys in this place. All they needed was a decent gunner, commander and a tank.

“What’s that crowd watching?” Mel asked.

Bellinda glanced up, seeing the crowd around one of the simulators. It was just two people, and by the looks of things, they were doing pretty well. Only two in a crew and in the final four.

“Come on, let’s watch for a bit,” Bellinda said.

The others nodded and they moved as one to watch. Now, you’d think that Bellinda’s six-foot four-inch frame would have been enough to get people out of the way. But you’d be wrong.

“Excuse me!” Ceejay sung, firmly shoving people aside for her larger companion to make her way through. Mel just hung behind and slipped through at the rear. She was smart enough not to get in the way.

Once up close, they ignored the grumbles and complaints as they got a look at the pair in the simulator. The driver was a young man, blonde and… Clearly he wasn’t particularly good. A decent driver could get a crew out of trouble, so it was important to have a good one. Even if Ceejay was a little nuts, she’d scraped them through the simulators without too much trouble. She also had a good feel for how hard to push things, to keep the turret steady when they needed to fire on the move.

Speaking of, Bellinda let out a loud cheer as the gunner took out the Panzer as it came over the hill. She looked small, like a child, but there was an edge to her voice, that made her sound like a woman. Bellinda couldn’t help but take an immediate interest in the smaller woman. She watched as the driver made his way over to a house and moved into a cat and mouse position. She knew immediately what the play was. Dart out, take a shot and reverse back into cover. It was a decent strategy, especially when on the defensive. Unfortunately, the driver was moving too slowly and Bellinda grit her teeth at the sound of the first hit. As the track fell, she watched as the young woman started calling orders. With the damage, they should have been dead in the water, but with the one working track, they forced the crippled tank around for a firing solution.

“No way,” Ceejay gasped.

Bellinda just stared as the small woman took the shot, only to groan as the round bounced off the turret of the tank killer.

***

“Come on! Come ON!” Akira snapped, waiting for the reload to finish.

What she wasn’t expecting was the sudden appearance of a dark skinned amazon to jump into the loader’s seat. In a flash, the large woman grabbed one of the simulated shells out of the floor storage and slid it into the breach. Slapped the level closed, what should have been a twelve second wait, was only six.

“Akira?” Thomas called.

She glanced down at her driver as her heart beat a million miles and hour.

“Hey, you’re loaded,” the dark skinned beauty said in a voice that made Akira shiver.

But she still had a job to do. Blinking away her emotions, she took a deep breath and aimed for the lower ammo rack on the Ho-Ni I.

BANG!

The second round punched straight through, hitting the rack and detonating the tank in a single shot.

“Good shot, girly!” The amazon called, slapping Akira’s shoulder.

Akira grimaced at the contact. Not that it was too hard for her liking, but because she honestly had no description for how she felt at this moment.

“Excuse me,” a firm but sweet voice called.

Akira glanced down to see a curvy- red-headed woman with huge tits gesturing for Thomas to vacate his seat. Beside him, a skinny blonde woman had already occupied the co-drivers position and was in the process of speeding up the repairs on the tracks.

“You got this,” the dark skinned amazon said with a smile.

Akira looked at her. She was tall, far taller than the others. Well built in ways that seemed to oddly intrigue her. The woman’s hair was dark, but seemed to have different colours dyed in different layers, so they shone through as her hair swayed from side to side.

“LET’S GO!” The red-head called.

Akira gripped her seat as the Tank lurched into action. This was nothing like having Thomas as driver. Thomas was shy and cautious. This woman was… Crazy… Akira flipped back to the binoculars, trying desperately to find the last enemy tank. The red-head headed straight to the enemy starting location. It was the most likely place for them to be holding out. Akira couldn’t help the grin on her face as the tank crested the very hill with a burning Panzer at the top. Flying down the other side was amazing.

“This things quick, what is it?” The driver called.

“Russian 1942 T-34, just like my Papa’s,” Akira called, before spotting what she was looking for. “Hard right, just behind the treeline is an M4, don’t let him get a broadside on us!” Akira snapped.

The driver slammed the right stick back, yanking the tank around to face the direction indicated. Just as a shell flew past on their left, whistling as it went.

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Greetings, and I hope you enjoy the second installment of my story. If you have not yet read “Chapter 1: Discovery” I strongly recommend doing so as this is not a stand-alone tale. Thanks in advance for any constructive feedback.

The usual disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters involved in erotic scenes are over 18, even when not explicitly stated.

* * * * * *

THE FALLEN

CHAPTER 2: REVELATION

I awaken from a very pleasant dream with a warm, wet sensation down below.

My first, terrified thought is, ‘Oh shit! I’m peeing Danni’s bed!’

My second thought is, ‘Since when does peeing feel this good?’

Then I feel a hot tongue slide inside me and lick slowly outward and upward before a lovely pair of lips suckles on my clit.

“Oooooh,” I moan.

“Good morning, Erykah,” Danni says around her mouthful of my muff.

I’m going to reply, but Danni goes back to giving me morning head. All I can do is whimper in delight.

She pauses briefly to ask, “Want me to stop?”

“Nooooo,” I manage to sigh. “Don’t you dare…”

Thankfully, she goes back to what she was doing.

My hands travel down there, under the covers, and I gently stroke Danni’s hair while her tongue gently strokes me. My lover treats me to a long, sensuous licking and sucking. She slowly teases an orgasm closer and closer to the surface, my heavy breathing and moans letting her know she’s doing just fine.

It’s building for so long that when I finally cum I’m practically humping Danni’s luscious mouth. My hands flash outward and press into the mattress, and I arch my back as the best morning I’ve ever had washes over me.

My “big O” tapers off, and Danni gives me one last little suck down there before she plants a few wonderful kisses against my sensitive valley. She climbs upward and lays against me, her ice blue eyes gazing lovingly into the green of mine.

“Good morning,” she repeats with a huge smile on her angelic face.

“Yes it is!” I laugh wholeheartedly.

Danni leans down, and I can tell she wants a kiss.

“Oh, honey, I’ve got morning breath,” I protest, trying not to exhale as I speak.

Danni kisses me anyway, and I can smell and taste my own musky flavor on her lips as she gives me a few quick pecks. She stares at me with a desirous look for a few seconds before starting to climb upward again.

“Does somebody want their turn?” I ask with a cheesy grin as I yank the pillow out from under my head and shimmy downward a bit.

“Mmm hmm,” Danni nods and positions her eager sex over my waiting lips.

I love every second of it as Danni face-fucks me, her hips grinding a slow, steady rhythm against my mouth. I find that spot she loves and give it everything I have. Soon Danni’s whole body is shaking with the buildup of ecstasy.

“God Erykah!” she cries out when she cums in my mouth. “Oh god yes right there don’t stop sucking oh yeah oh yeah oooooooh god!”

* * * * * *

I think I must have fallen back asleep after our lovemaking. Danni is cuddled against me as I wake up for the second time this morning. I feel her fingers tracing circles over one of my petite breasts.

“Good morning again, lover,” Danni repeats for a third time.

“Best morning ever,” I smile. “What time is it anyway?”

I glance over to the clock on Danni’s nightstand.

“Oh crap! It’s 8:30 we’re late for school!” I blurt out in sudden panic, though Danni just lays there all chill.

She looks at me with one raised eyebrow and says, “It’s Saturday, sweetie.”

I exhale and lay my head back down feeling like the world’s biggest dork.

Danni asks, “So, what you wanna do today?”

“We could just do this all day,” I say with a silly giggle.

“Mmm, that would be nice,” Danni agrees, “but I thought maybe we could go on a shopping date?”

“Shopping for what?” I ask dubiously, thinking about how little cash I had in the bank.

“Oh, you know…clothes…shoes…toys…”

“Toys?” I chuckle. “What are we, six years old?”

Then it hits me what she meant. Damn, I am the world’s biggest dork.

“Oh…toys,” I mutter knowingly.

“And clothes and shoes,” Danni giggles.

“I’m kind of tapped out, though,” I admit woefully.

“I’m asking you out, silly,” Danni explains and gives me a little peck on the nose. “That means I buy.”

“Oh, I got myself a regular sugar mommy ovah myah,” I chuckle.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yesh,” I drawl.

I absolutely love how I’m so comfortable with Danni that I can be my own dorky, silly self around her.

Danni grins playfully and says, “Oh I’m gonna buy you such nice things…you’ll be aching to jump my bones when we get home.”

“But we are home,” I tell her with waggling eyebrows.

“Shopping first, then bone jumping,” Danni tries to say with a straight face, but she giggles slightly.

“Shower first? Then shopping and bone jumping?” I play along.

“Yeah, a shower makes sense,” Danni nods. karabük escort “Kind of rude to show up at the mall smelling like the best sexy-time I’ve ever had.”

My ego swells a little at that comment, and even though she’s just playing around I know she means it. She’s right, though. Between this morning and our amazing evening last night we smell pretty strongly of our lovemaking.

“Well, you know,” I muse, “We could save time by combining the showering with the bone jumping. Kill two birds with one stone and all that.”

“You make a good point,” Danni grins mischievously. “Let’s go.”

Yay!

More shower sex!

* * * * * *

Oh god this is so fucked up this is so fucked up!!!

There’s absolutely no traffic in this part of the city this late at night, so I only slow down a bit for the red light ahead and check both ways real quick. I stomp down the gas pedal and send the car roaring through the empty intersection like the devil himself is on our asses.

The terrible moans of agony coming from the back seat make me seriously wonder how in the hell I’m holding my shit together.

And why the fuck isn’t this fucking thing working?!?

“GPS!” I practically shout at the car’s built in device. “Nearest hospital!”

It shows me the same random spot in the neighborhood we’re already in.

“Fuck!” I bellow at it.

“It’s still not working?” Danni asks nervously.

“No,” I shake my head in frustration.

How in the bloody balls did my day go from “utterly wonderful” to “train wreck” so damn fast?

Here I am in my brother’s car with Danni in the back seat holding Trina’s head in her lap. Trina is bleeding all over the place and moaning like she might die at any second. Plus, there’s a maniac with a sword chasing us who can run faster than a galloping horse, the same nut job who used Trina as a pincushion…twice. Oh, and to top it all off…Trina isn’t human! Not completely at any rate.

My head is spinning with so much “wtf?” right now that I seriously don’t know how I’m keeping my shit together.

I strongly suspect the car’s messed up GPS is the doing of the crazy, bleeding-to-death bitch in the back seat. Along with getting Danni and I lost in this bad neighborhood, it’s probably her fault we almost got carjacked, raped, and killed by a couple of crack-heads. One of whom I think I may have killed…accidentally. No, actually I’m pretty certain he’s dead.

If not for Danni’s insistence there’s no way I’d be driving that crazy bitch Trina anywhere, let alone to the nearest hospital.

Er, trying to drive that crazy bitch to the nearest hospital. Damn GPS.

Not to mention all the other weird shit.

Oh, did I forget to say that a light-speed lunatic with a sword and an inhuman, dying girl in my back seat aren’t the only strange things that have happened so far tonight?

Heh. I’m probably not making much sense. Maybe I should start at the beginning…

* * * * * *

Danni and I spend a good chunk of our morning in her shower, only a small portion of which is used for actual washing. I’ve got to hand it to the folks who built this dorm, though. They sure didn’t skimp on the water heaters.

We eat breakfast afterward, and as we talk I keep finding my eyes drawn to Danni’s lovely mouth and long, delicate fingers. I never thought I’d see another woman’s lips and fingers as sexual organs and get turned on just by looking at them.

I really have to exert some self-control not to drag Danni back to her bed for round three, and I find myself really glad I’m not a guy. Otherwise I’d be sitting here with a rock-hard erection tenting my pajama bottoms.

How embarrassing would that be? Not so much when it’s just Danni and I, but the possibilities for public humiliation are many and manifold. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure how guys do it — run around with those things swinging from between their legs. What a hassle it must be.

We finish breakfast, and I give Danni a quick kiss good-bye before heading to my own room to get dressed for the day. There are a few other girls in the hallway, and they give me odd looks as I emerge from Danni’s room at eleven in the morning still in my jammies. I find I don’t care what they suspect or think they know. Let the rumors fly.

Water off a duck’s back. That’s all that stuff is to me.

Once in my own room I quickly put on a long, black skirt, a white summer shirt, and a grey knit sweater. I brush my hair and teeth, grab my big, black purse, then head back to Danni’s room.

She lets me in, and my eyes widen at her stunning outfit. She’s wearing white hip-hugger jeans with sandals on her dainty feet. Over her chest is a powder blue, split-sleeve, midriff top that shows off her smooth and touchable tummy. Her face has a light, simple application of makeup that only serves to accentuate her natural beauty.

Oh my god she’s so gorgeous.

She looks so osmaniye escort hot and sophisticated. The only other clothing I’ve seen her in is the plain school uniforms we all wear and her pajamas. Oh, and her birthday suit (yum), though that technically isn’t clothing. Seeing her this way is a pleasant shock to my eyes. Danni could easily make a career of modeling if she wanted.

I compare it to what I have on, these simple, shrouding clothes that are probably a hair too big for me, and I can’t help but feel like a total frump. I kick myself for never learning fashion or even gaining a minimal sense of what would look good on me. No wonder she wants to buy me some clothes.

“You aren’t going to be…embarrassed…to be seen with me like this, are you?” I ask self-consciously as I hold up my arms and look at my grandmotherly ensemble.

“Oh, Erykah no,” Danni says emphatically, placing her hands on my shoulders. “Don’t think that! I just wanted to buy you something special.”

She pulls me in for a tight, warm embrace.

Danni continues, “You are so amazingly sexy, and it’s really cute that you don’t seem to know it yet. I just want the rest of the world to be able to see what I see, to see how beautiful you are.”

Squee!

My heart melts, and I hug Danni fiercely, wanting to never let go.

“Now call us a taxi while I find my purse,” Danni requests eventually.

“Taxi shmaxi,” I grin. “I have a brother who owns a car.”

* * * * * *

It takes some sweet-talking, but I convince Christopher to let me borrow his car. He has football practice all day anyway, so he won’t need it.

Oh, and coincidentally I was right. My brother is a jock.

It’s a little after noon, and Danni and I are finally in the city at some boutique or another…I forget the name. We practically have the place all to ourselves at the moment, the only other person here the saleswoman. She acts kind of snooty toward us, as if a pair of teenage women had no business being here.

I’ve always been ambivalent about clothes shopping, but I think that’s mostly because I don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to fashion. It’s kind of eerie how Danni is able to grab stuff that fits me perfectly. Somehow she can tell my sizes regardless of the type or manufacturer of each piece.

Well, I suppose she did get a really good look at me last night.

Eventually we decide on three new outfits. Two are in a shopping bag, and I’m wearing the third.

I’m now dressed in a pair of black, flair-bottomed hip-hugger jeans. It feels so weird to have on pants like these. I never felt I had the butt for them, but Danni had insisted they’d look good on me.

A dark crimson, sweetheart-neck top covers my chest. The shirt is very spare, covering down to just below my bust-line and showing even more of my midsection than Danni’s midriff shirt.

She also insisted on buying me a pair of black leather heeled boots that rise partway up my shins. With these boots I’m now a smidgen taller than Danni.

She and I stand side-by-side in front of a full-length mirror, and I can’t help but remark how striking we are together. I look at Danni’s short, blond hair, white jeans, and powder blue shirt that matches her ice blue eyes. Then I look at my long and black hair, black jeans, dark red top, and dark green eyes.

We’re like light and dark, yin and yang. I marvel at the green-eyed girl staring back at me.

Is this really me?

Who is this sexy mitten I see in the mirror?

Danni is staring at me, too, as she remarks, “I’m so jealous of your abs. God they’re so tight and buff.”

I blush a little at my lover’s unsolicited compliment and mutter, “I used to go jogging a lot…before.”

“I told you,” Danni laughs in a light, airy, and carefree voice. “You’re hot Erykah. You just needed someone to show you.”

I lean over, placing my arms around Danni’s neck from the side, and plant a big, wet kiss against her cheek.

“Thanks,” I whisper gratefully into her ear. “Now what should we do?”

“Now we go to the mall and get you some more outfits,” Danni grins. “A girl’s gotta have stuffs, right?”

“Why did we come here then?” I wonder aloud. “This place is so expensive.”

I’d almost dropped a brick when I saw the total for the outfits Danni had bought me.

“Because I knew there wouldn’t be many people here,” Danni winks. “I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable trying out something new.”

Wow. She’s beautiful, sensitive, and smart?

“You’re amazing, Danni,” I gush as I look at her with total adoration. “I love you.”

She looks at me and smiles, her face mirroring my own expression.

“I love you, too, Erykah,” Danni replies. “It makes me so happy you trust me enough to let me do this for you.”

* * * * * *

We’re at the mall now, walking from store to store and occasionally buying things. Danni’s judgment and fashion sense is so spot-on marmaris escort that I don’t even bother trying on the clothes before she buys them for me. We spend a couple pleasant hours together just wasting time and having fun.

One thing I’ve noticed, though, is how many stares we’re drawing from the men and teenage boys around us as we walk through the crowded thoroughfares. Heck, even a lot of the other women sneak furtive glances our way, the looks on their faces bespeaking envy and, in a few cases, desire. My ego is exhaustively stroked by the time we stop at the food court for a little snack.

I resolve then and there not to let my newfound confidence turn me into one of those stuck-up girls who thinks she’s too good for other people. I’m still just Erykah Gray, dork…sci-fi nerd…and now hottie. Still, that last one brings a shit-eating grin to my face.

As we wait in line I lean over and whisper to Danni, “That goth chick in the fuck-me boots has been checking you out hard.”

Danni doesn’t turn to look, but guesses, “You mean the one with all the Wiccan jewelry?”

“Yeah.”

“Nope,” Danni says quietly. “She’s been checking you out.”

“Okay,” I compromise, “she’s been staring at us both then.”

“Maybe,” Danni shrugs. “Maybe you should go say hi.”

I can tell Danni is only joking, so I kid back, “You go say hi and stick your tongue in her ear.”

I giggle.

“Shhh,” Danni shushes me softly, “she’s walking over here!”

Sure enough, I watch out of the corner of my eye as the woman saunters closer and closer to us. I’m suddenly and inexplicably nervous as she approaches. There’s something really unusual about this woman, and I’m not talking about her appearance.

Danni and I turn to look at her. She’s tall and willowy, with raven-black hair that’s even longer and darker than mine. I can see intricate and mysterious tattoos barely poking up past the neckline of her black jabot shirt. Tight black leather pants and a same-colored pair of stiletto boots clothe her lower half. I’d guess her age at somewhere around the mid twenties. She’s pretty, but her attractiveness is marred, in my opinion, by the heavy, goth-style application of makeup on her face.

There’s a mysterious scent around her. It’s not unpleasant, but rather exotic and alien, unlike anything I’ve smelled before…or is it? Though I can’t identify the smell, it’s vaguely familiar.

I notice one of those pin-on buttons attached to her shirt. At it’s center is the image of a buxom woman dressed in a skimpy but cliché witch’s outfit, seated atop a broom and complete with pointed hat. Arranged around the image are the words ‘Get a taste of religion / Lick a witch’.

“Hello,” the woman greets us from several paces away.

“Um…hi?” I return, an involuntary giggle passing my lips as I try to mask my unease.

I thought I was past this being painfully shy crap. Why is this woman making me feel this way? It’s like her eyes are staring right through me. Wait…no…that’s not right. It’s more like her eyes are staring into me. I can’t shake the feeling that I’m being examined and judged.

“Hiya,” Danni smiles to the woman, obviously not suffering from my unwelcome social skittishness.

“Say,” the woman begins, flicking a lock of hair over one shoulder, “would either of you happen to have a cigarette I could bum?”

“Sorry,” I shrug with an apologetic look. “We don’t smoke.”

The woman nods slowly, her distant, piercing eyes still aiming right at me. I have to wonder what she’s on right now.

She says, “Probably for the best. Smoking is very, very bad for you…like breathing Drano and ash.”

Danni cocks her head slightly and asks, “Then why do you smoke?”

The woman’s eyes move slowly to Danni. Okay, so it’s not just me. Danni squirms a little under the woman’s gaze, and I can tell she’s feeling the same thing I’d felt a moment ago.

The strange woman says, “Oh…I don’t smoke.”

“What?” I chuckle, a nervous edge in my voice I can’t hide.

What’s this woman’s game? Is she hitting on us? If so this is the strangest flirting I’ve ever seen.

“I don’t smoke,” she repeats before leaning in closer.

She’s in my bubble, uncomfortably close now, when she inhales deeply to sniff the air around Danni and I.

“Hmmm,” the woman hums. “Interesting.”

Danni pulls me backward and protectively steps in front of me to confront the woman.

“What’s your deal, lady?” my blond champion asks

“No deal,” the woman replies and leans back, lifting her hands in a placating gesture. “Sorry.”

She walks around us and makes to leave.

“See you later,” the very strange woman says as she saunters away.

“I hope not,” Danni mutters under her breath. “Weirdo.”

“My name is Emma, by the way,” her voice floats to us through the crowd as she disappears into the mass of shoppers.

* * * * * *

After our odd encounter in the food court we’re pretty much done shopping at the mall, so we eat our food, gather up the clothing and shoes Danni purchased for me, and make our way to the parking lot.

We load the shopping bags into the cargo area of my brother’s virtually brand new Subaru Outback, and I drive us across town. The built-in, voice activated GPS makes it easy to find the nearest adult entertainment store.

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The air was warm and humid, a slight breeze passed through the Arathi Plains. Two armies stood at opposite ends. The Horde, and the alliance. The alliance army was comprised of members from the race of men and night elves, the majority men from both races, but a good number of them were women too. At the opposite end, the horde army comprised of members from all the dark races. Orcs, Tauren, Trolls and undead. All the fighters were men except for a few orc and troll women who were also fighters. Among them was also the horde’s newest breeder Yunie. Her stomach swollen as she was now carrying inside her a future Orc warrior. She wore a sheer see through dress with a gold stitch trim, the horde’s symbol stitched in front. She wore her slave collar as well, the tags “Sex Slave” and “Breeder” attached to them. She also decided to tattoo “Horde Slut” above her now shaved pink pussy, to let all who saw her know who she belonged to. She knew she would be scorned for life from the alliance, but she didn’t care anymore, to her, the men from the alliance were all wimps anyway. After all the pleasure she had received from the horde races, she could never go back to those wimps in the alliance.

It had already been a year, and Yunie had been taken many times already by the vicious Orc men. Her purpose as a breeder was simply that, she would be taken as many times as it took to get her pregnant. She was to be both sex slave and breeder of future Orc warriors. She didn’t care though, she loved every minute of it. She was not restricted to just Orcs though, she had already been taken many times by Trolls, as well as Tauren, and even undead. While at first she thought it to be pretty disgusting, the pleasure that followed by being raped in all her holes by four undead warriors made her change her mind. In fact, she secretly loved it as much as she loved Orcs and Taurens.

When Yunie was not busy serving the horde men and women at her new home in the swamplands, she was usually taken to the battle grounds and placed inside a tent, her purpose, just like that of all breeders, to “raise” troop morale before, during and after battle. Today was going to be no exception, and she licked her lips, letting out a low moan just thinking of what would be done to her pregnant body today. The air was hot and it seemed like the battle would be a long one, which meant that the horde members would need their morale “raised” quite often.

Leading the horde army in this raid was general Trogg, Yunie’s first Orc cock. He looked with sharp eyes at the opposing army, grinned wickedly, bearing his sharp teeth. Yunie stood next to him. “Mmm… many human women and night elf women.” He said licking his lower lips, chuckling to himself, then stared down at Yunie, ran his thick green fingers over Yunie’s collar. “Today we will take your female friends and make them our slaves.” He promised, a wicked smile spread across his face, Yunie looked up at him, she giggled wickedly, her pussy starting to get wet at the thought. He had said before that perhaps the horde should spare all the night elf women from Azeroth and make them the horde’s slaves, but she didn’t know if he was serious. Trogg then placed his hand over her swollen pregnant belly, “Then we will make them ours by turning them into breeders, just like you” the nearby Orc warriors that heard him grinned, chuckled and high fived each other. Trogg then turned and faced the rest of the army. “Kill all the men!” he shouted, “Kill them all, but spare the women,” he said, the army listening intently, “Today we will capture them and make them our slaves!” He said with a loud cackle, the army followed with a cheer and a cackle of their own. “When we’re done with them, they’re gonna beg to be our breeders and leave those wimps behind!” he promised, “For the Horde!” he cheered, the army cheering back. Already Trogg could see the men in the alliance starting to cower and get nervous, the human and night elf women on the other hand, while more resolute in fighting the horde, kütahya escort a tinge of fear could be found as their bodies shivered slightly.

“Go to your tent elf slave” Trogg looked at Yunie, then grinned wickedly, “Don’t forget that you’re here to raise our troop morale” he joked, “Breeder’s must stay in a safe place, besides there will be plenty of men who will join you later, I’ve even arranged for three generals of the undead army to see you.” Trogg said with a wicked grin, Yunie’s cheeks flushed. “When they’re done, I’ll come in and take that pregnant slutty body of yours too” he said with a grin. Yunie couldn’t contain herself, her whole body shivered and got hotter at what was to transpire, she quickly hurried to the Breeder’s tent for her meeting.

Coming in to the breeder’s tent, there were tons of throw pillows on the ground, there was no need for anything else as breeder’s knew what they were there to do. A musky scent covered the tent, and in the center of the tent stood the three undead corpses, generals of the undead army, she stood there paralyzed for a moment as three pairs of glowing eyes looked at the pregnant breeder, a crooked smile spread through their faces. They were dressed in rust covered armor, beaten from years of use. While their facial features were not completely missing, and there was still some resemblance to a human face, some of their limbs were nothing but bone stuck together to their rotting flesh which was still holding together due to whatever arcane magic brought them to life. While there was still a lingering scent of rotten flesh in the air, the scent of sex was soon overwhelming Yunie. She didn’t care as long as they were members of the horde, and even if she did, she would have no choice in the matter. Being a breeder meant she would also have to please all members of the horde army, including the undead.

The first time she was taken by a group of undead, she was first paralyzed, this was natural and happened whenever someone other than trained horde members stared into their glowing eyes. The paralysis was only temporary of course, and she did eventually come to her senses at about the time they were undressing her. Back then she did feel very disgusted by the act, and Yunie remembered that even now. But she also remembered the intense pleasure brought on by the whole scene. Now she was about to repeat the scene, and though she was swollen with Orc child, the whole scene just made her hotter.

The three undead generals approached the still paralyzed pregnant night elf, their bones making cracking and popping sounds as they walked towards her. “Looks like she’s paralyzed,” grinned one of the undead generals, his name was Eexsar. “She may be a horde member, but she still can’t escape our eyes” Eexsar said with a vicious grin, licking his lower jaw. The other three cackled in response. “Mmm… and pregnant with child I see” Eexsar said with a hiss in his tone, “I’ll make ya a bet it’s probably Trogg’s, or Krock’s” he said cackling. “Not that it would matter, breeders only have two purposes, to please and to breed armies.” they all joined in a hideous penetrating cackle.

While Yunie was still paralyzed, she could still understand everything they were saying, her pussy was starting to flex involuntarily, and her wetness was soon seeping out. The whole scene had intoxicated her. Now that they had surrounded her, she could feel the bony hands start to caress and rub her body. After a moment, she started gaining control of her body again and she let out a low moan as fleshy and bony hands squeezed her supple breasts. The three walking corpses simply cackled and with a strong yank Eexsar ripped and tore her see through dress, leaving her naked exposed body to them. “You may need clothes outside elf slut, but inside this tent clothes will only interfere” he said with an evil grin. All three corpses licked their lips.

Regaining my senses, I stared at the three undead corpses, as they licked their lips. I returned the gesture and licked my lips seductively too, cooing and moaning. Taking notice of the bulges in their leather pants, I grinned wickedly and knelt on the floor and reached inside for their hard fleshy cocks. “Mmm…” I cooed, “looks like you boys need to let go of some stress” I said with emphasis, grinning as I started stroking their green-blue rotting members. I stared up at them with wicked smile as I engulfed Eexsar’s cock into my mouth, all three corpses stared down at me groaning as I moaned and pleasured their members.

“Mmm… now I can see why you decided to put that tattoo above your cunt,” said Eexsar, “You really are a Horde Slut!” He said grinning, quoting the phrase I tattooed above my shaved pussy. The other three joined in laughter as he grabbed the back of my head and bucked his hips deeper into my mouth, sinking more of his cock down my throat to where I could feel his hairy balls resting against my chin. “Don’t think you’ll be done soon either,” he continued, “I know there are some Tauren generals that want that pussy of yours” he smiled malatya escort wickedly. “Trogg will probably be too busy ‘converting’ those elf and human slut friends of yours in the field anyway to find time to come here” he promised with an evil grin.

“Mmm… I’ll do anything for the horde.” I promised, plopping Eexsars cock out of my mouth, “take my body however you please master, and if the Tauren want to take my body, I will serve them too.” I cooed with a promise, then engulfed another undead generals cock into my hungry mouth, purring.

“Good,” the three undead corpses laughed, “Once we’re done with you slave, you won’t be able to move for days.” With that said, Eexsar grabbed Yunie and tossed her towards the nearby throw pillows. Gently landing on the pillows strewn about the floors, she looked at them with a lustful look, licking her lips, she knew what was next, and she started teasing the corpses by caressing her breasts with one hand, splaying her legs wide, and rubbing her hungry wet pussy with the other. The three undead walked towards her, cackling, removing their armor, exposing their naked bodies, at least, what was left of their naked bodies. Their skin tinged a blue-green color, their bones exposed from their fleshy attachments. Their cocks stood tall at a near 12 to 13 inches, while not as big as Orcs or Tauren, they were definitely bigger than any alliance dick Yunie ever had. They eagerly stroked their cocks as they approached their victim.

“Mmm… come here boys” I said with a lustful tone in my voice. “Come here and fuck my pregnant pussy with your big fleshy cocks” I cooed as I fingered my pussy faster. The three pair of glowing eyes staring at me intently, grinning and licking their lips. My eyes looking intently at their big cocks, the rotting fleshy members swaying back and forth as they approached my naked body.

“Ooh, we’ll be fucking all of your holes you elf slut, not just your pussy.” Said Veekar, Eexsar’s second general in command. With a piercing cackle, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed his slimy, fleshy cock into my hungry mouth. I hummed and cooed as I took more and more of his cock down my throat, looking up at the disgusting beast with a wicked smile. “Oomm… she’s a real horde slut Eexsar, just look at how she eagerly takes my cock in her mouth” he laughed, Eexsar nodded in agreement as he took my legs and turned me over on my side, exposing my wet pussy.

“Guess the boys who had you last time were right,” Eexsar said kneeling down, his breath near my pussy. “looks like you’re going to be a really good fuck, better than any of the other horde breeders.” he said, then diving his mouth into my wet cunt, piercing my pussy lips with his rough tongue, or whatever was left of it for that matter. The room was soon overwhelmed with the musky scent of the undead and sex, I quickly started stroking the other two cocks at my sides. The whole scene overwhelmed my whole body, shuddering, my pussy quivering in anticipation as Eexsar ran his rough tongue all over my pussy and ass. The only thing that could be heard from the outside of the tent were the muffled moans from my hungry mouth as I continued licking and sucking the length of Veekar’s fleshy cock, and the loud cackles of the three undead generals as I pleased all of them at the same time.

In the meanwhile, outside could be heard loud crashes and explosions, clashing of swords, the voices of the horde army were loud and triumphant, were as the voices of the alliance army was slowly dwindling down. “Looks like Trogg won’t be needing our help after all,” joked Eexsar as he slowly started inserting two bony fingers into my wet cunt, the walls slowly spasming, closing and expanding as he moved his fingers in and out of me. The rough bony surface sending quakes all over my body as they touched my spot like nothing else had before. “Once Trogg is done with the alliance men, we’ll let you join your alliance friends, as we take them as our own sex slaves.” He hissed in my ear, my cheeks flushed red, moaning uncontrollably. The thought of it was overwhelming. A whole army of horde members having their way with night elf and human women in the battle field, being coerced into being the horde’s new breeders. Unable to control myself, I let out a loud moan, bobbing my head up and down Veekar’s cock harder and faster, my cum starting to flood out of my pussy and into Eexsar’s bony fingers, then down to the floor. The three undead corpses cackled loudly as they saw my cum gushing out and my body shuddering in pleasure.

“Looks like this little elf slut likes the idea!” exclaimed Eexsar. Then laid on the ground, pulling my heavy pregnant body above his slime covered cock, holding me up above his hips, my legs sprawled to the sides. “Just look at how much she came” he hissed, the three grinned. “Now we’re gonna give you what we REALLY came for elf breeder” he said grinning as he started lowering my pregnant body down on his cock, the fleshy bulbous head piercing my pussy walls. I let out a long drawn out moan as his hard rotting batman escort cock inched its way into my hungry cunt, the wall muscles accommodating his big member invitingly. He let out a loud triumphant groan as he impaled me on to his fleshy member. The other two cheered him on, then surrounded me again, caressing my naked body while I took their cocks into my mouth one at a time, moaning in pleasure as Eexsar bounced my body up and down on his cock with tremendous strength. Veekar and the other undead general whom they simply called “Snake” each engulfed one of my heavy breasts in their mouths, running their rough leathery tongues all over my breasts and nipples, they were moaning and groaning as I took their cocks in my mouth.

Snake was the ugliest of the three, not that any of them were attractive really, but at least Veekar and Eexsar’s faces were still somewhat intact, very little of their jaws had been eaten over time and little of their facial skeletal structure could be seen. Snake on the other hand, had a face beaten severely by both time and battle. He no longer had any hair on his scalp unlike the other two, and his slacked jaw was now nothing more than bone attached to thin flimsy muscles on his upper lips. However, his long, thick fleshy cock more than made up for his ugliness.

“God your pussy is so tight bitch!” exclaimed Eexsar as he continued pummeling my pussy raw. Then reached and snaked his tongue out, licking my neck and sensitive ears. The sensations where overwhelming my body, shuddering, my pussy was spasming uncontrollably. Moaning uncontrollably, I planted my feet firmly on the ground and started bouncing my heavy body harder and faster on the slimy fleshy rod, contracting and expanding my pussy walls as his member invaded my already raw pink pussy. “Fuck!” exclaimed Eexsar and held on to my hips tighter and pounded my slutty pussy harder, then he threw his head back and let out a loud triumphant groan, I then felt torrents of his cum started flowing into my cunt. The sensation made my whole body shudder uncontrollably falling on my side to the ground, panting and moaning, trickles of his cum, or whatever was left of it leaked out on to the ground.

When I came to, I was still laid on my side, Exsar had pulled out his slimy cock out of my hungry pussy and stood up, staring with a wicked grin, “Damn you’re a good fuck breeder,” he said with a hiss, “but now I have to go, don’t worry Veekar and Snake will take care of your remaining hole” a smile spread across his face reminding what they had mentioned earlier. They had said they would use all my holes and he planned on keeping to his word. With a mischievous cackle, Eexsar dressed and left to the battlements, leaving me sprawled on the pillows on my side. I was still a little groggy from the last event, and I couldn’t focus very well, but then my senses came back fully when I felt a fleshy hand reaching for my thighs. When I looked behind my back towards the direction the hand was coming from, and saw Veekar already placing himself behind me, lifting my long slender thighs as high as possible. He then started rubbing his cock head at the entrance of my quivering anal cavity. The only thing I could do was coo and moan as I felt his bulbous slimy head over my tight opening, Veekar grinned wickedly.

” Don’t forget Snake, Elf slut.” he said. I quickly snapped my head back and, there laid in front of me was snake. I looked in horror as he stared at me again with his glowing eyes, a frown was drawn on his face. His lower jaw was now missing! I looked down on the floor in horror, and there it stood on the ground, covered in spit and slime. The skeletal jaw must had fallen after my body had thrashed, turned and fallen on the ground. It probably detached itself from its flimsy muscles during the time he was sucking on my breasts. Now all that remained was his upper jaw and another flimsy muscle hanging which I could only assume was his tongue. Veekar laughed loudly, “Surprised elf? Now you’ll have to appease him” he grinned, “Ever felt two cocks up your ass slave?” he cackled.

My eyes widened, I could only stare in shock, “two?” I thought to myself, I may have had many horde members take me anally, but never two at the same time. Before I could even protest, thinking of how painful the experience was going to be, I felt Veekar’s fleshy member invade my tight asshole, my only response was a loud scream of pain.

“Shut her up snake” Veekar ordered the other undead corpse, “the only thing I want to hear are your moans of pleasure elf breeder.” he hissed in my ear as he pushed more and more of his cock in my ass. Before I could make any reaction, I suddenly felt a slimy muscle inside my throat. I opened my eyes and saw snake forcefully piercing my throat with his tongue, muffling my screams as what was left of his mouth encompassed mine. This wasn’t a kiss, a kiss is done by two people who care about each other. This was more primal, and its purpose, as Veekar had said, was to shut me up as I knew that what I was to receive would be very painful. After my ass got accustomed to Veekar’s cock invading my anal cavity, I started moaning in pleasure and accepting Snake’s tongue snaking in and out of my mouth. Veekar saw this and laughed. “Looks like she’s starting to like you snake. Or is it that you like having a big cock in your ass, slut?” he asked with a grin spread across his face. I could only reply with a muffled moan of pleasure.

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Ben Kidder woke up on the floor of his den, in front of his couch. It was Saturday morning and his back was sore from sleeping on the floor for half the night. The many minds connected to his let themselves be known. Felicia was impatient and hungry. Susan was telling her lover in Corporate that she was going to get taken by aliens and the other three girls were still asleep.

Krista was draped over him and Lisa was sleeping on top of Raven on the couch. Her head was pillowed by the blonde’s big tits and there looked to be a small line of drool across them, originating from her mouth. All four of them were naked. Ben groaned at the memory of last night. He had tried to set the girls free but they had resisted his efforts in a way that he hadn’t quite been able to overcome.

The four of them had spent the night fucking. He had passed out in ecstasy again and again, only to be woken up by a soft pressure on his hardening dick a few hours later. The girls would stroke and suck him to hardness and then one of them would ride him, while another would sit on his face. The third would kneel next to them all and exchange kisses and spanks with the girls while allowing him to fingerbang her. The combined orgasms he felt through the telepathic links to their minds would overwhelm him and send him off to dreamland after he shot his load into a girl’s pussy and he’d sleep for a few hours before they’d wake him up again.

He gently rolled Krista off himself and got up, stifling a groan as he stood up and his neck stiffened painfully. He grimaced. Between his stiff back and neck, he was starting to feel like an old man. He didn’t worry too much about it, though. He knew that his Regeneration feat was going to rid him of the pains very soon. It was the sole reason he had spent half the night balls deep in pussy and didn’t have a sore crotch in the morning. He yawned and shuffled off to the kitchen.

“Hey, Boss,” Felicia greeted him. “Why are we back to the keeping the cat food in the cabinets thing again? You do remember that I don’t have opposable thumbs, right? I mean, I preffered it when we kept my food out in the open, Boss.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Ben quietly said.

Felicia jumped up on the counter and sat down to give him a good look while he opened up a cabinet and took out a can of cat food. “You dog,” she said.

“What was that?”

“I said, ‘you dog’, Boss. You spent half the night fucking the hotties in your den. Though, you don’t look too pleased about it.”

“It’s just ’cause my back is sore,” he said and opened the can of her food.

The cat snorted a laugh and said, “I bet you wish you were a cleric with a bushel of healing spells right about now, Boss!”

“Yeah, I do,” Ben said. “At least then I wouldn’t have a familiar nagging at me all the time.” He cast the Prestidigitation spell to heat up her food and make it taste like steak.

“Pfffft, you know you love me, Boss.”

Ben set the can down on the counter and Felicia dug into it with gusto. “Not even a ‘thank you’,” he asked.

“Thanks, Boss!”

“Much better. Now, tell me what the girls were doing while I slept.”

Felicia chewed on a big piece of food and said, “Oh, they were mostly whispering amongst themselves and talking and occasionally groping and kissing, too.”

“Whispering,” Ben asked. His brow drew down. “I don’t like the sound of that. What were they talking about?”

“Well, I spent half the night asleep myself, Boss, but, from what I gathered, they wwere mostly getting to know one another.”

“Getting to know one another?”

“Yeah, like where they grew up and what kind of music they liked and stuff like that, Boss. Then they did a little dress-up and fondled one another. It all looked like one big sleepover party, except that they rode you like a bronco, every couple of hours. I gotta tell you, Boss, you’ve got impressive stamina!”

Ben grunted and said, “Thanks.” He poured himself a mug of water, made it steaming hot with the Prestidigitation spell and put in a tea bag. “So, they didn’t, you know, plot, or anything like that?”

“Plot?”

“Yeah, like, you know,” Ben said, “like, how to play me and manipulate me to their own ends. Stuff like that?”

“Yes and no, Boss. While they were playing dress up with Lisa, they talked her into being the lowest on the totem pole and submitting to the other two, sexually, and Krista told Raven that she knows a guy around here that can make a grade-A fake ID for her, complete with background and such.”

“Way to bury the lead,” Ben said. “Who is this guy? Where do I find him?”

“She didn’t say, Boss. What she did say was that he owed her one and that he would probably do his best work for free. Raven was all peace, love and harmony after hearing that and the three of them seemed to start to really get along together before the last time they rode you.”

“So, no plotting against me,” Ben said.

“No, Boss. None whatsoever.”

“Did they act suspicious around you?”

“Nope,” Felicia said. “They even played with me a little, some time around midnight. What makes you think that they would bayburt escort be hatching a plot against you?” Ben just shrugged in response. “That’s sad, Boss. You know, not every girl is a monster that is out to rob you blind, or contaminate your precious, bodily fluids. Besides, you can always just order them to tell you the truth, Boss.”

“Don’t be quoting Doctor Strangelove to me, cat,” he said. “It’s just that I don’t want them to think that I’m some kind of lame, weirdo loser that only started to have meaningful experiences with girls four days ago, you know?”

The cat pulled her head out of the can and licked her whiskers. “But, Boss, you are a lame, weirdo loser that only started to have meaningful experiences with girls this week. How can you hope to hide that from them?”

Ben barked out a soft laugh and flicked his finger at the top of her head, playfully. “Shut up, you,” he said.

“Look, all kidding aside, Boss, I think that they’re good girls, deep down inside. Well, ok, Krista should never be left unsupervised. Like, not even for a second. But the other two seem nice. Well, Lisa does. Raven’s a bit iffy, too, if I’m honest, Boss.”

“See what I’m dealing with?”

The cat conceded his point with a soft grunt and put her head back into the can. “Could you make this taste like it had hollandaise sauce on it, Boss?” He did and she said, “Thank you!”

Ben stroked her head and left the kitchen to take a shower and shave. By the time he finished, the girls were still sound asleep. He got dressed and went to the kitchen. Felicia was licking her fur. “Hey, did the girls stay up the whole night,” Ben asked her.

“Pretty much, yeah,” she said. “They finally fell asleep the last time you did, Boss.”

Ben nodded. That would mean that they only had three hours of sleep. He decided to let them sleep some more. He went to the den and gently picked up Krista to carry her to his bed. He laid her down and covered her with a sheet. He went back to the den and looked at Lisa sleeping atop Raven. Neither looked very comfortable so he gently picked up Lisa and put her in bed next to Krista. He brought a fresh sheet to cover Raven with.

After that, he quietly made breakfast for himself. A big bowl of oatmeal that he made taste like fillet mignon in gorgonzola sauce. By the time he ate half of it, he changed its taste to that of chocolate cake.

He spent the rest of the morning scouring the newspapers and online adds for a new place to live. He wanted a better place that was closer to the university campus. It also had to be affordable and bigger than the one he lived in. Even if he didn’t keep the girls around, he would need the space to host his group’s AD&D nights when school started up again.

Nothing caught his eye, without violating his still limited budget, so he switched to rereading the spells of yesterday. He found that he no longer needed to cast Read Magic on himself. The spell had taught him how to read them on his own, without needing to cast it. He double checked his conclusions and sighed. The price of freeform magic was human life. He could tell that sacrificing animals to power it was not possible.

He set aside his frustrating work and paced the kitchen. The girls were still sleeping and softly snoring. He tried to come up with another way to use his limited spells to make money and was deep in thinking about the possible uses of his Stone Shape spell when he felt Raven wake up. She was slow to rouse fully and went to the bathroom to wash the grime of last night off herself. Krista and Lisa soon followed her lead. Ben couldn’t help but wear a persistent, glad grin as three nubile, young women paraded around his house wearing nothing but their birthday suits.

The girls complained of being hungry and Ben told them he’d have breakfast ready by the time they got dressed. He made more oatmeal and cast another spell of Prestidigitation. Raven came into the kitchen first, wearing a white wifebeater T-shirt and her customary black boyshorts. She took her seat, wearing a glad grin at seeing Ben’s expression and gestured at the door.

Krista walked in, wearing transparent harem pants and a red, silk scarf wrapped around her breasts and neck to serve as a halter top. Ben saw her lacy, red thong and knew that the day was going to be a scorcher, not only because of the air temperature outside. She sat down opposite Raven and Lisa came into the kitchen wearing a mockery of a French maid’s uniform. The frilly, black “dress” with the white apron in front of it, was only a few inches long. It came down to the tops of her hips and left her pussy and ass exposed to everyone’s eyes. Ben saw that she was freshly shaven. Above her waist, the uniform consisted of two wide strips of black fabric that went over her tits, covering just her nipples, and were then tied off around her throat to look like a choker with a bowtie in front. It took Ben a few moments to spot that she was wearing fishnet stockings, that only came up to mid-thigh, and a pair of black pumps.

Ben gaped at her obscene bartın escort dress and she blushed visibly, while keeping her eyes down in a submissive posture. Before he could say or do anything, Krista harrumphed and Lisa knelt on the floor. She didn’t look very comfortable and Ben focused on his link with her mind. Her knees really hurt her. “Stand up,” he said.

Lisa reluctantly did so, keeping her eyes to the floor. “Ben,” Krista said, “the servants should be made to kneel.”

“Why do your knees hurt you so much,” he asked Lisa.

Lisa hesitated before saying, “When I was eleven, some kids threw rocks at me while I was climbing a tree. They hit me and knocked me out of the tree and I landed on my knees. I ended up in splints for a month. I can walk and run and everything, but they really hurt while I’m kneeling.”

“New rule in this house,” Ben said. “If, and I do say if, we are going to do the whole sex slave harem thing, then all kneeling will be done on cushions. Ok? It is forbidden to kneel without a cushion!”

All three girls agreed. Lisa pulled out the third chair at his kitchen table for him to sit in. Ben smiled and gestured for her to sit down instead. She hesitated and he gestured again, this time with an accompanying nod. She sat down and Ben could feel the texture of the chair’s seat against her freshly shaven and very sensitive pussy lips. It made him smile.

He served each girl with a bowl of oatmeal. They all affected insencere smiles and thanked him. “What would you like your breakfast to taste like,” he asked them. They raised their eyebrows in confusion and hesitated answering.

“A hot fudge sundae,” Krista said at last. Ben made it so and gestured for her to eat her food. She took a mouthful and immediately began to moan in delight. She pulled her spoon out of her mouth to wave around as she moaned some more.

“Ok,” Raven said, smiling widely, “can I have mine taste like caviar?” Ben shrugged at her request and made it so.

“I’d like prosciutto and melon, please,” Lisa said. Ben made it so and nodded at her.

Raven started making choked up, disgusted noises and looked to be on the verge of vomiting. She looked around and finally spat out her mouthful on the table, next to her own bowl. “Bleh,” she said. “What the hell, Ben?! I asked for caviar! This tastes like salted fish shit!”

“Well, yeah,” Ben said, confused, “that’s pretty much what caviar tastes like. And I did make your food taste like caviar.”

“Bullshit,” Raven said.

“Have you ever had caviar before,” Krista asked.

Raven looked put upon for a moment, but then said, “No.”

Krista dipped her spoon into Raven’s bowl and took a little bit of her oatmeal to taste. “Yup,” she said, “that’s caviar.”

Raven looked unconvinced as her eyes darted from one face to another. “Oh, come on,” she said. “You’re pulling my leg! There’s no way rich people pay lots of money for something that tastes like this!”

It took Ben, Lisa and Krista a minute to convince her that they weren’t pulling a prank on her and she finally said, “Can I have another bowl of oatmeal, please?”

“Sure,” Ben said, slightly confused. “Or I can just change the taste of the one you’ve already got.”

“You can do that,” Raven asked.

“Yeah,” Ben said. “No problem.”

“Listen,” Raven said, “can you make it taste like strawberries? Just taste like them, nothing else. No actual strawberries, or essence of strawberry in it. Can you do that?”

“Sure,” Ben said, smiling. He made it so. “I already did.”

Raven tentatively spooned a little bit of oatmeal into her mouth and started to moan ecstatically. “Lemme guess,” Krista said. “You’re allergic to strawberries?” Raven nodded yes and began to shovel spoonfuls into her mouth, looking incredibly delighted. “And yet you love the taste of those little, red murderberries.” Raven shrugged and kept eating. “Ben, could you change mine into Peking duck?”

Ben spent the next ten minutes changing the taste of Krista and Lisa’s food, while Raven stuck with the taste of strawberries. By the time Krista was scooping up the last of her oatmeal she said, “You know, this reminds me of a very important issue that we haven’t addressed yet.” She put her spoon in her mouth. It tasted of millefeuille.

“And what’s that,” Ben asked while Krista savored her dessert.

“Your magic,” she said. “If you’re going to go on a quest to hunt down cultists, or whomever, we need to know what you can actually do with your magic.”

Ben’s brow drew down. “Why would you need to know that,” he asked.

“So we can help you with your tactical planning and stuff like that,” Krista said. She started counting on her fingers “We need to know if you can heal us if we get hurt, if you can heal yourself, if there are things that can make people immune to your magic, what kinds of spells you can cast, what are their limitations… Any number of things that enter into a tactical equation.” Ben looked at her dubiously. “I mean, come on, Ben! You’re a badass, but no one makes it big by working ığdır escort all on their own. You need someone to help you, even if it’s only with the little things. You can sound off your plans on us and we can give you our honest opinions… Four heads are better than one, you know! Besides, who can you trust if not your slave girls? Am I right, gals?”

Ben sent Krista the order to tell the truth about why she wanted to know the details of his magical ability. She resisted the order unsuccessfully.

“I want to know so I can protect myself against this kind of thing ever happening to me again,” she said. ” I want to know exactly what kinds of miraculous things you can do for me. I know you can teleport and make me orgasm on command,” the other two girls perked up in interest at hearing that, “and I tingle with excitement whenever I wonder what else you’ve got up your sleeve.” She paused, saw Ben’s frown and held up her hands. “But I would never use that information against you, Ben! I swear it!”

He sent her the order to tell him the truth about when and how she would use any weakness he told her about. She resisted his order and looked like she was going to bite her tongue before she said, “If you pushed me too far, I’d sidle up next to you, all smiles and sultry stares, and strike hard and fast while you were distracted.”

Raven and Lisa gasped in shock. Ben just glared at Krista. She stood up and put her hands on her head in a blind panic. “It would never come to that, Ben,” she pleadingly said, “you’ve got to believe me! You’re a good guy and it would never come to that, I swear! I mean, I’m just trying to look out for myself, you know? Shit! This is all coming out wrong! Ben, listen to me, I’m not looking for a way to hurt you. I swear that I’m not looking for any kind of vengeance!”

“Yeah, that,” Ben said, “that’s enough, Krista.”

“Look,” Krista said, “you can order me to tell you the truth! Order me now! I’ll tell you that I only don’t want to feel utterly helpless. That’s it. That’s all that I want. An illusion of control, of being able to fight back if things went to shit. Or, or to fight for you, if we came across another one like you! You know? I have zero, I repeat, zero intention of ever-” She fell silent when Ben sent her the order to stop talking. Tears were glistening in the corners of her eyes and her lower lip was trembling.

Raven and Lisa looked anxious and worried, too. “See,” Ben said, “this is why I hate the idea of keeping you as my slaves. Look at you! All three of you are scared of me. I hate that. I can’t imagine ever growing to like that. I just… I think it might be best if we part ways after all.”

“No,” all three girls exclaimed at the same time. Krista sat back down.

“I’m not leaving your side,” Lisa firmly said.

“Ben,” Raven said, “I’m not scared of you, I’m scared of what others might do to me if you send me away from you! I swear! Order me to tell you the truth! I know you wouldn’t hurt me! You had me over the barrel already and you proved what you’re made of. You could have used the spell that was meant to turn me back to blackmail me into obedience and you didn’t. You just wiped it off me. I trust you, Ben. You can only scare me by sending me away from you.”

She stood up and took his hand. She brought it up to her mouth and kissed it. “And for the record,” she said, “I don’t want to know any more about your magic than what you are willing to share or you decide that I should know. I mean it. If you don’t want me to know anything, I’m perfectly fine with that. I trust you and your judgement.”

“Me, too,” Lisa said.

Ben could feel that she was not afraid of him and that gave him comfort. He looked over at Krista and concentrated on his link to her mind. He felt that she was afraid of him sending her away. His calm expression was again praying upon her nerves. He knew that she couldn’t actually find anything to fight his magic with, only another caster that was able to cast antimagic field would be capable of doing that, but the matter-of-fact way she said she’d sidle up to him, smile and strike still unnerved him. He imagined that there were very few underhanded moves under the Sun that she didn’t have experience with.

“Ok,” he said. “I’ll tell you about my magic when it becomes neccessary. If it becomes neccessary. Not before.” The three girls relaxed and he pulled out of his links to Lisa and Krista’s minds. “I will, however, reveal one thing to you right now.” He used his Prestidigitation spell to clean up all the dishes in a flash. “There is no need to clean while I’m around.” He stood next to Krista. “If that fact can sway your mind over whether or not to strike.”

Krista choked back a sob and he went into his den. Raven and Lisa put their hands on her shoulders and whispered comforting words.

He sat down at his desk and put all the spell drawings he had into a drawer. The girls slowly shuffled into the den to sit on the couch. Raven sat closest to him, while Krista sat farthest away. “So,” Ben said, “now that we’ve had that awkward confession, shall we talk about this arrangement of ours?” All three girls looked hesitant. “I’ll start. I’m not comfortable with the idea of keeping sex slaves, as I’ve already told you. However, I am inclined towards letting the three of you stay with me for some time. At least until the spells of domination end. Now, what were you girls talking about last night, while I was asleep?”

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

*****

Nymsya
Nymsya
Nymsya

Sounded three times through the corridors. Chanting of a group of three men on a quest for blood.

Nymsya. Fourth time. Her soul began to be sucked in. Just one more…

Nymsya. The final word. With a flash of light, she appeared. Two of them stood too close. She took their hearts. Before the third could react, she was digging into them with her teeth.

“Nymsya!” he began, and she raised her head. A gulp could be heard as she finished a bite. “You have been summoned, but you shall remain bound! If you kill the third gatekeeper, your soul will be forever bound to this room and you will not depart into this world, or go back into yours!” he finished, trying to keep his voice steady. He did not expect his colleagues to die so quickly. His heart raced. But he kept staring into those dead red eyes of hers.

She dropped the heart. She took a stride towards him. As her form left the pentagram drawn on the ground her shape became more intact and clothes began to form around her.

“I…you are not supposed to be able to do that!” the man exclaimed “Go…go back to the center!” he shouted in sheer panic as he backed off.

She reached out towards him and grabbed onto a key hanging off his neck. As she touched it, her transport has finished. The air got a little bit rusty and suddenly there was a whiff of sulfur in it.

“You put too much beliefs in your books” she said and licked her lips. She looked around. “Where are we? Why did you summon me?” she asked. She was garbed in a long black dress that ended above her bust. Her arms were covered in a pair of evening gloves running all the way to her shoulders. Her eyes shone red and her hair was raven and as long as her dress. Her skin as pale as the chalk used to draw the pentagram. Her neck was accessoried by a collar with a lock on it.

“We…I summoned you to do my bidding, foul demon” the man staggered out, managing to breathe a little bit more this time around “I would ask…I order you to assassinate the prince and his bride to be before their wedding in three weeks.” he said when he saw she expected more.

Nymsya let go of the key “Child’s play” she said. She turned around, found the dropped hearts and started munching on them. When she was done, he was waiting by the door.

~~~

When traversing the castle and the courtyard, she took upon a more human form. Her hair shortened, and her eyes didn’t glow as much. The lock on her neck transformed into a beautiful pendant featuring a demon eye.

She has spent several days just walking around. A lot of life was happening in the castle. Lots of people coming to prepare for the wedding, lots of traders, workers, craftsmen, soldiers. Usually their entry was controlled at the gates by the guards, but one look at Nymsya and they usually let her pass. Sometimes they would stop her, but a lean forward and a hand on a cheek would allow her passage.

She watched the prince and his bride to be. He was a young blonde knight, quite noble and always with an escort of at least two soldiers. She overheard that he has survived a previous attempt at his life, killed an assassin in his bedroom during the night. bilecik escort But he was going to be the lesser problem.

The bride to be was a witch’s daughter. While a knight with a sword would be dangerous, a magician could actually prevent her own charms from working and even banish her. Her hair was brown and straight, quite unusual for the women around. But then she was from a faraway land, name of which Nymsya overheard and forgotten. She could never remember names of the human lands.

One evening, a court dinner was happening, intended to bring the families closer together. Nobody else but the royal family and closest relatives, plus the bride’s extended family was supposed to be present. But Nymsya made it work. Everybody thought she was somewhat related to somebody for sure and nobody questioned her. She even managed to grab a chair not too far off from the core of the evening. She was seated next to a little cutey of a girl with ginger hair.

Soon after being seated, the key family members started pouring in. The prince wore a embroidered linen shirt. His future wife was more creative. Her hair was woven into a long braid going over her shoulder and leading all sights into her deep cleavage line. Even Nymsya had to fight to take eyes off that prize.

To her surprise, the bride’s steps lead towards her. But at the last moment, she stopped and hugged closely with the much simpler looking ginger girl. Listening in on their conversation she figured out that the two were close. Likely the ginger girl was in the bride’s employ, but they were still closer than just mistress and her servant.

While they talked, Nymsya locked sight with the bride to be for a second but decided not to even attempt to use her charming magic, just in case she was sensitive to magic. Tonight, she would have to use more natural approaches.

A clang sounded, and the bride looked towards the king who was obviously waiting for her. She nodded and gave the ginger girl one more hug before leaving. The succubus got a good look down her cleavage as she was departing. She also noticed that the bride noticed, and a frail smile appeared on her lips.

As the evening progressed, Nymsya started talking with the ginger girl. Amy was her name.

~~

Amy was surprised she was invited to the dinner. She was a lowly maid in services of the bride’s family. She did have some personal ties to her, but she was still a very lowly servant. She was informed that this would be one of the events, but she would be only invited to this one. Apparently, the goal was for the servants to get accustomed to the new family ties as they might be moved over as well with the wedding.

She was seated next to a prettiest woman she has ever seen and from first moment she had butterflies in her stomach. To her luck, the lovely lady started talking to her on her own.

“How did you two meet?” the woman asked of her.

Amy’s face went bright red at the question, but she felt unusually comfortable.

“We…” she started and felt her face becoming even closer of a relative to a tomato, so she hushed her voice “I actually served as her lab servant. All of her early teenage magic was being tested on me.” She usually manisa escort didn’t tell that to people. After all, nobody even in her family knew. But this woman, there was something about her that made it very easy to say out loud.

“Magic?” the stranger asked. Her face was full of questions. “What kind of magic?”

If Amy’s face was a textile, at that point it would be the best tapestry in all of the kingdom, for their royal colour was bright red. “She has…gifts. Gifts of helping people feel things.” She looked down into her plate “Very nice things…”

The stranger smiled, and Amy was suddenly very happy she told her that. “That seems fun!” she said and laughed “Did it stop at magic between you two?” she inquired further

Amy shook her head but didn’t speak further. She knew she promised the bride that she wouldn’t ever tell anyone. So, she didn’t.

More warmth of understanding flowed from the woman and the dinner continued. They continued chatting and Amy noticed that from time to time, their hands would brush against each other. She would think it’s coincidental, but every single time it happened, she felt like she was getting something more from the contact. She longed for another brush as soon as one ended.

She couldn’t take it. At one point during a longer silence, she decided to spread her legs wider and brush her leg against the alluring woman’s. In that moment, the black-haired lady’s hand dropped onto her thigh and she nearly screamed out of pleasure. Quickly she looked over at the lady and she was staring into an amused face.

“Did something happen?” the lady asked as if the hand wasn’t resting pretty high on her exposed thigh.

“N..no” she stammered and continued eating, working hard to keep her breathing going.

“Good” the lady leaned in closer and Amy felt her breasts pushing against her arm as she whispered, “And call me Nymsya.”

Amy nearly fainted when she felt the warm air brush her ear. She nodded. After a while they continued talking as if nothing has happened. But Amy remembered how the touch felt. She has felt it before and she missed it. She knew she couldn’t get that from most people. And whoever this lady was, she was good for her.

~~

The dinner soon ended, and the king announced that the party would continue, but the servants are free to go. Nymsya stayed close to Amy as they were leaving and in the thick of the crowd, her hand smacked her butt playfully.

Amy looked around with that dreamy look, telling of no great harm done, but more harm invited. Nymsya was used to that look in people after they were trapped in her grasp. But she still liked toying with them. After all, how else would they weave themselves in deeper?

“What are your plans for the night?” she asked her as she caught up.

Amy shook her head briefly and thought for a moment “Oh yes, we were promised a hot bath.” she turned to Nymsya “Can you imagine? I didn’t have a hot bath in ages!”

Nymsya smiled “Think there will be enough hot water left for me after you are finished?” she asked laughing.

Amy smirked “Why? Are you too shy to go in with me?” she said and grabbed onto Nymsya’s hand “Come, this way” she said and nearly pranced mersin escort off through the tight corridors.

The bathroom was tiny. And the bath itself even tinier. Amy pushed in and pulled Nymsya right behind her. Nymsya shut the door behind them.

As soon as she did, Amy leapt at her. They kissed passionately. Nymsya’s back was pushing against the door behind her and Amy’s leg couldn’t do anything but fit right between her thighs.

Nymsya started opening the many buttons on Amy’s linen blouse, pulling it off her as much as she could. Amy likewise pulled at the dress to get it off Nymsya.

Finally, the only thing preventing their clothes from falling were their chests closely pushed against each other. Nymsya laughed and broke the kiss. She grabbed Amy by her shoulders and gently pulled her away from herself, letting the clothes drop.

Amy was a servant, but she was certainly very beautiful. She understood why the bride picked her.

Her body was slim. She was half a head shorter than Nymsya. Her ginger hair was short, to about her shoulders. She was freckled from nose to tips of her tiny pink nipples. Her breasts stood proudly on her chest, despite their smaller size. Compared to Nymsya’s, they were quite small indeed. Down below was a fuzz of hair and hips that could borne kings.

Nymsya didn’t hesitate. She pushed Amy against a wall and continued kissing her, while her hands found their purchase on her chest.

Amy’s hands were not too far behind, quickly grasping the full behind of the demoness. Her fingers looped past the crude silk panties the demoness wore and dug her fingers into her flesh.

Nymsya’s fingers found nipples of the redhead and stopped to give them a little teasing massage. Her mouth moved to kiss the lips, cheek and then slobber all over her earlobe. Her reward was Amy’s hardly held back moans and fingers digging in more.

Finally, she moved towards the neck, while one of her hands headed down south. Her teeth grazed by Amy’s windpipe before she lunged to the side and lightly bit into her frail skin. She could feel the girl’s blood beneath the pale texture. She had to watch herself to avoid harming her. After all, she was only a stepping stone. A very fun stepping stone, she thought and bit a bit harder, hearing that lovely moan again.

The hand got braver. It brushed past the short and fuzzy hair patch, glided along a territory of wetness and continued down over her lovely thighs. She felt Amy’s chest rising and falling in rhythm of her moans. She moved down to nibble on her collar bones, kiss the skin and follow the line of her cleavage with her tongue. Soon she found a nipple. And Amy’s reaction was all she could hope for. She gently tugged on it, licked it, flicked the other with her hand, squeezed the whole breast and even softly bitten into it, while her other hand wiggled itself in between her thighs and slowly ascended, rubbing against the skin.

The succubus continued. Her hand grasped Amy’s nethers and only gently rubbed against them, letting her hips do the work instead. She loved how the girl wiggled against her. She encouraged her on by continuing to lick the peaches on her chest and give them all the attention they deserved.

When she felt even greater pull by the girl, she pulled herself up to kiss her viciously and slowly entered her wet slit with a finger. She felt it enveloping her finger quickly, while she trembled in her grasp. The slit was very welcoming, so she added a second finger and quickly dug deep, enjoying how her breathing and moaning deepened.

But then there came a bash on the door.

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Ch.13: Reformed Wizard

Remzain had been asked by King Charlerion to approach the wizard using Grigor as intermediary. Grigor travelled to Bricas, where they had located him, posing as a merchant from the continent of Animar. Grigor wore a merchant’s dress, and was accompanied by attendants who looked after his wares. They carried special items from the northern continent.

Grigor came to a public bath house in Bricas, where Charlerion’s spies had found the wizard often came at the late afternoon time of day. It was a place where the two opposing sexes might meet openly and without shame. As such it rivalled the Temples of the Goddess. However this was no place of religion or of magic. The people who came here were citizens who desired relaxation and cleanliness, a swim or a chance conversation. But they might also use it, in this open society, as a place where casual acquaintances could be made and enjoyed, as it was very much a place for both of the sexes. Only adults of 18 years were allowed to use these baths however. Children and younger people were not allowed here at this hour, so that adults may not be encouraged to exploit their youth. Friends chattered sociably, but men and women who made each other’s acquaintance often found themselves connecting in the darkened corners of the pools, and in the adjoining rooms where there were tables, mats and pillows for sexual congress.

Aribor came here often to wash, which he had rarely done when he served King Guthelm in Grumandria and other parts of Animar. There bath houses were almost unheard of, and smells and dirt accompanied most people. He held court sometimes to people of Bricas who remembered the help he gave them when the Dark Wizards attacked their city. He came for conversation and companionship. Sometimes he found that some Shalirionite woman, overflowing with gratitude for the things he had done for the city, would offer herself to him, as a way of thanking him, or so that she could claim to have communed with the now famous saviour of the city. Sometimes he found that the women who came to him were desiring his magical services. As a protector of the city he had found a new role for his magic. Instead of being a creator of powerful dark magic for the purpose of war, or to prise information out of unwilling prisoners, or to make someone subservient to the purposes of his King, or to be used by his King in some scheme; he was now being invited to save souls drowning in depression or misery, to bring them back from a personal hell, or to fill them with the love of Shalirion’s Goddess.

Although the Goddess belonged not to his own people he found the connection he had made on that fateful night of the Wizards’ Terror, with the Shalirionites’ Goddess had brought her light and her magic to him. Her influence poured into him on that night and frequently after. He found himself channelling her strength and her goodness into others. He could draw her power and influence into the minds of subjects who were in need of her. He who had not been a believer, and had not even known of her existence, now found himself in alliance with her, for the good of his subjects. Somehow, miraculously, she was using him for her purposes, and he found that he was her willing servant. It felt good to him when he was able to channel her power and love into her people. He knew that the darker arts would no longer be his way. He had a new purpose and a more positive role in life.

Animar

One magical art of spells, which had been a speciality art of his had begun for very selfish reasons in his Dark Wizard years. As a sexually motivated wizard he had sought suitable women as a predator. In addition to the use of female captives or females he found on campaigns or after fighting, to acquire suitable women he began to sometimes use his magic. He turned older women back into young beautiful nymphs for his own pleasure, then after discarding them they were returned to their aged or ‘ugly’ states, at some cost to his subjects. Now he found further use for this knowledge.

Lands in the East had been conquered by Guthelm and his horde. The people spoke a related but different language to his own. At first as they capitulated easily to the Grumandrian King. They were allowed to keep their lands and possessions, and the people were not made slaves, in return for their fealty to the King. But, confident in their position, rebels sought to return the land to their own rulers. Guthelm came back to their lands and punished them, impaling the rebels on sticks and watching them die, allowing his soldiery to take what they wanted from the forsaken people of this once proud land.

As a wizard Guthelm drew magic from the dying men, collecting their blood and their anger and despair as they died. Howling winds were created, which smashed the defences of another resistant town not far away. His prime task completed for now, he had gone into the ruined villages, looking for his own pleasure. He found women huddling in the burned ruins of their villages, or running in the forests nearby. The women in the burned village he came to had been muğla escort raped and passed around by Guthelm’s soldiers, who had passed on, leaving them to whatever further fate might befall them. Guthelm selected two young women, already bloody and bruised from their earlier abuse. They were frightened he would kill them, but had no wish to run.

In return for their lives he ordered them to attend to his needs, and to be good to him in turn, holding his whip in one hand and grasping their buttocks with the other. While he mounted one, he instructed the other to stroke and massage him. Clumsily he came to orgasms upon both of them, grunting and spluttering as he savoured their relative youth, and their fear of him. Even then he had no desire to kill for the sake of it. Away from the purposes of his masters he sought sexual fulfilment, and took it in a variety of ways. These two he had enjoyed, and he let them have their lives as reward. Even if he had not enjoyed the women he would only have killed them if they turned against him or refused to let him have his way.

Afterwards, not completely satiated by the desires in his head, he sought further sports. There was an old woman there, who had cowered in fear like the others, and watched from a distance while he took his pleasure. He assumed she must be one of the family or why would she hover around when there was so much danger to the family. She wished to protect her family, or to be protected by them. He wondered whether she was the women’s mother or even grandmother, and he troubled himself to find out, asking the younger ladies he had just despoiled.

He asked the young women, “Who is she, that woman over there?”

The women were slow to respond, as if reluctant to answer. Surely they did not think he was going to harm the woman, whoever she was. They had just been raped by him, perhaps they thought he might rape her too! But she was an older woman, and why should he? They had seen casual butchery earlier, like all the survivors. It was no surprise that they should fear the worst. He looked at the older woman over there. She was dirty and blackened by the smoke of the burned buildings, and soiled by the earth. He looked at her and saw concern and anger in her eyes, but she was afraid of him too.

“Is she your mother or your grandmother? Please tell me,” he demanded.

The young women looked at each other, as if to agree which story to tell. “She is our mother. She should be hiding. Please do not harm her.”

“I will not harm her if I have no reason to.” It occurred to him that the young women were sisters. He had never thought about that while he enjoyed them, but there were similarities between them. It excited him perversely to think that their mother had been watching him while he deflowered her daughters, although he had evidently not been the first to do so.

This was a land, like his own, where parents watched closely over their daughters, keeping unwanted suitors away until a safe and suitable marriage could be arranged. The punishment by Guthelm’s soldiers was threefold. The killing of their husbands and menfolk, the burning and destruction of their homes and property, to be followed by the rape of their daughters. This was the last horror or humiliation to be visited upon them. Of course it was the least of the horrors. The deaths of the menfolk and the razing of their property took away their livelihoods and stripped them of nearly everything. But the final humiliation of rape to these people, petty though it may seem to Aribor, was a punishment to them. He did not really think it was a punishment to all of them. Young women, who spent much of their lives waiting for a husband, or who might have only experienced the lust of one husband, probably found some interest or even pleasure in being used by soldiers and wizards. He had taken women sometimes who he had been able to bring to their full pleasure, even though in law they were being raped. Even these two young women had participated quite well in their own rape, although he had not brought either of them to any conclusion. As ever he focused on his own pleasure. Theirs was no real concern of his.

“Call her over,” he ordered. “I won’t harm her!”

“Mama come over. He says he won’t hurt you,” called out one of the daughters.

The frightened woman was too scared to approach, but she would not go away either. He could see that although she looked old she probably was not as old as she looked now. He was sure she was some years older than he. Take the grime and dirt off her and change her clothes and she would have looked half decent, he thought. Even though she was quite old. If she would not come to him he decided he would go to her. He had put his Wizard’s robe back on after his sexual gratification, and he kept his whip with him at all times.

The ‘old’ woman did not run. She did not look as if she could run. She knew she could not outrun him, and it must be obvious even to these people that he was a wizard, to be feared and obeyed.

He came close and her ordu escort hollow eyes stared at him. Yes, she had been a fine looking woman once. He found himself looking at her in a sexual way, as if she were a slavewoman he was about to purchase. She could not have carried a high price because she looked old and worn out, crouched on the soil, in front of what was probably the ruin of their old house.

“Are you their mother?”

She nodded wordlessly.

“Nice young women!” he complimented her daughters, as if to pass judgement on those he had just enjoyed. Yes, the woman had a good shape to her. She was shapely and yet slim, and her hair, mucked up as it was, he could see she was yellowy brown underneath. She had fine facial features, although her skin was scuffed and dirty, and showed the wrinkles of age.

Unbidden, a plan was developing in his head. There was something about the mystery of this woman that was exciting. Perhaps it was that she had witnessed him taking her daughters. He could feel a fantasy growing in his head, and his penis, of taking the woman, now, before her daughters. It did not matter how old she was or how dirty she looked. He liked the shape of her and he knew now that he was not yet finished here.

“Rise!” he ordered, gesturing with his whip. “Can you speak?”

“Yes,” she said, with a gravelled voice which had probably not eaten this day. She rose unsteadily, reluctantly.

“Let me look at you,” he spoke quietly. Without delay he surveyed her stance, the way she set her shoulders and stood. Yes, she was interesting. He would not have guessed at first glance. Without needing to think it he cast his mind to search her. He reached inside her mind. He read fear, disapproval, hatred – all these emotions he expected to find there. He sensed that her primary motivation at this time was to find food. Then he cast a search to find her essence – what she looked like in her prime, a few years before. And the vision he saw excited him. She was in essence a very beautiful woman. His intuition had been correct. There was no denying his lust for her now. He wished to possess her regardless of the reaction she might betray.

“I want to see you! Take off your dress. It is dirty anyway, and let me see the real you.”

At this new degradation the woman seemed to panic, shaking her head, and displaying tears of desperation.

“I can offer you food if you will let me see you,” he offered, despite himself feeling surprised by the strength of her dismal reaction.

She nodded in her desperation, needing food more than she needed dignity.

“I will feed your daughters too,” he offered. “I will just get my snack bag. I have biscuits and cake.” He returned to his bag, and tossing some to the two daughters, who had by now restored their rough clothes, he returned to the mother and fed her some with his own fingers. She opened her mouth accepting the food, and a drink from his water bottle.

“What is your name woman? Speak to me!”

“Agneta,” she replied.

“Ah, Agneta – a nice name. Take off your robes. I wish to examine you. I can punish you if you do not do as I say, but treat me well and I will treat you well. Your daughters will attest to this.”

Without further hesitation he reached for the old mother’s ragged dirty dress at its shoulder clasp and pulled it eagerly with two hands. It came loose and he worked it down.

Seeing their mother disrobed one of the daughters spoke out, “Please sir she has been through much. Do not do this. She has already been raped by the soldiers. Take us again if you want more.”

Aribor spoke again with great authority that the woman could hardly dare to question. “I see great beauty in your mother! I want her. My lust is up. I will not harm her, and it will soon be over. I have fed you all, so this I will have.”

He looked at the woman’s bent and emaciated body, and saw nothing but beauty. With a wizard’s eyes he could discern beauty, real beauty! He squirted water from his bottle in her direction, and it showered the dirt from her. He gripped her with both hands and washed her with his bare hands, as he cast a spell to cause the water to expand. He explored everywhere as he cleaned her, and as he did so the flesh was smoothed and improved, until she seemed younger, and looked nicer, even to the eyes of non wizards.

Aribor had learned his craft as a sorcerer over many years, but he had started young. Sorcery had elevated him above the common people almost immediately. His family and his neighbours had soon become distant to him. He learned a few of the simpler spells and soon he was put to use with the Horde of the young King Guthelm. From then Valdark and the other Dark Wizards had been his mentors. Some of those had died by now, but there were some who had discovered secrets to longer life and appeared to be lasting longer than their expected years, through the arts of magic.

This nourishing and cleansing of the body was something he had been learning from one particular wizard who still lived, but had escaped osmaniye escort Guthelm’s service in the recent past. He was one who had already lived much longer than his natural entitlement of years, which proved the success of these particular arts. Aribor knew not where he had gone. Guthelm would surely send agents or other wizards to look for him, but Raldic knew how to stay hidden. If he could find the secrets of longer life, he could surely evade Guthelm’s clumsy spies, and even the all knowing Valdark.

Agneta was clean now, while Aribor recited words in a strange language over her. Her face, the same face, now attracted any who viewed it. Her hair looked stronger, yellow brown and vigorous. Her muscles were more shapely, and the saggy flesh tightened. Even Agneta was smiling now, with innocent and unlooked for joy, as she realised this man was healing her. She felt younger, and although she could not see the whole of herself she could see that she was clean and her flesh was more wholesome.

“Sir, what are you doing to me?” She had been bracing herself for the rude sexual intrusion and more pain, when this strange man had started to wash and cleanse her instead. Instead of being abused she found herself thanking him for what he was doing.

“I have cleansed you and now I am making you whole again. It will seem as if you are becoming younger.” He did not tell her yet that much of this effect could only be temporary. Raldic had found a way to make it more longlasting, if not permanent!

“Well, I thank you sir. You are not like the others then? And yet you have used my daughters!” He liked the way she spoke. Perhaps her family had been of good breeding?

“I am not doing this for your benefit woman,” explained Aribor. “It is for my pleasure only that I make you younger again. I wish to enjoy my experience with you. I intend to use you fully, as I have your daughters! I hope only that, feeling better and younger you may enjoy our joining as I do.”

“Sir, I do not wish to be raped again,” she sounded disappointed with him, “but if I must be, at least I can take some pleasure in being made to feel young again. Do what you will sir. I shall thank you for my youth, if not for being raped!”

“Please sir, if you must use me, can we do this in the buildings.” She meant the ruins, for no house here had a roof upon it any more. “I do not wish my daughters to observe.”

“No woman. You observed me taking your daughters did you not. She nodded silently for the shame of it. “So it may be only correct for them to observe you. Anyway, I have had the highest pleasure of them and from them, it would be fitting for them to see you achieve the highest pleasure, if that is possible. It may not be, but I would certainly like to try.”

“You like to be watched sir,” the old woman said, who did not now look so old.

“It depends upon my mood and my pleasure, but you could say that I enjoy an audience if they are already connected with me,” admitted Aribor.

“You know sir that it cannot be normal to do this. No daughter should ever witness their mother or their father in the acts of love.”

“What then is normal Agneta? When lust becomes normal it can lose its interest. Anyway woman, I will hold myself back no longer. Do you feel younger? Do you feel a surge of life in your bones?”

She nodded, “Yes. Strangely I do. How have you done this?” She looked at her naked legs and waist and could see that her flesh no longer sagged. The many bruise marks had miraculously gone. She felt her breasts and they were full, not sagging. Although she had accepted being cleaned and had heard his words that she was being made younger, she had not fully understood that it was true. She had thought merely that she had been cleaned and made to feel younger by some minor magic, but now she realised that something more fundamental had happened or was happening. She realised how much better she felt.

“In exchange for the granting of youthfulness, I definitely require you to perform in full view of your daughters. That is a part of this contract.” Now it was time to put the contract into practice. He laid his hands on her again, this time pinching her nipples and thrusting his hungry mouth to her lips. His forceful tongue pushed into her mouth as if to devour her. He pressed her to bend, hands on a wall, and swiftly pushed his fingers into her pretty hole, moistening and enlarging it, working quickly in his impatience. When all was ready for him he stuffed his large engorged cock quickly into its resting place, fucking her in his desperate need.

After Aribor’s rape of Agneta there were other mature or older women who became the subject of his interest. He took to using magic to enhance his women regularly. After conquests, if no suitable younger women presented themselves, or if they did not sufficiently satiate him he would often practise his magical skills upon mature women. Even the elderly were sometimes the subject of his designs. Somehow the knowledge that an old woman would have to be returned to her natural elderly state afterwards was not sufficient to stem his sexual curiosity. He found older women could be grateful for the chance, however brief, to become young and beautiful again. He found some amazing and very beautiful specimens. Always he searched for beauty, the essence of femininity. He was like a collector, collecting experiences that others could no longer enjoy.

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The Compromise

Over the next week, I was with Queen Helena at one function after another. She was working with me to help me know what would be expected of me when I became the new queen. I still heard the cruel gossip when Oliver wasn’t around, yet the Queen said nothing, as if she didn’t hear them. Her training was valuable and I was very grateful for it, but it restricted the amount of time I got to see Oliver so we haven’t had any time to plan our own wedding, even though I kept getting asked about the when and what about it. The whole schedule was beginning to wear me down, and my nightmares returned, so I was not sleeping well either. Then Oliver sent me a message to meet him in the garden after the next dinner party so we could plan our wedding. This was the first highlight I’ve had since we had arrived. Lara and I planned how she would get me there without raising suspicion, and my excitement almost gave our plan away.

Lara led me to the garden entrance and I quietly walked in. I saw Oliver standing by what looked like a fountain with colored water, and his back to me. He must have heard me walking as he turned around and said, “You look so beautiful tonight.”

“Thanks,” I said. “It’s so wonderful to finally see you without a crowd of people in the room.”

“I know,” he said taking my hand and led me deeper into the garden. “I see Gamaley’s visit was successful.”

“Yes, thank you,” I said. I wanted to tell him how this gift allowed me to hear the cruel things his people were saying about me, but I chose to keep quiet.

“You’re welcome,” he said. “But tonight is about planning our wedding, not your beautiful ears.”

“I’ve wanted to do that since we arrived,” I said.

“If we don’t plan something soon, my mother will do it for us,” he said.

“Do you think she’ll be okay with the dresses I brought back from Earth for Lara and me?”

“I don’t see why she wouldn’t,” he said. “But she has been so pleased that you’ve been wearing clothes of our world she may want you to wear her wedding clothes.”

“It’s a nice thought, but I’ll wear my dress,” I said.

“Then it’s settled my love,” he said kissing my hand, “you and Lara will wear the Earth dresses you’ve brought back with you.”

I smiled. ‘That was easy,’ I thought. ‘Too easy.’ “What aren’t you telling me Oliver?”

Oliver stopped and looked deep into my eyes. “Part of me wishes we had gotten married on Earth so we wouldn’t still be separated. I mean, I know the marriage wouldn’t be totally recognized here, but at least I’d be able to see you on a daily basis, and not just in a public forum. My mother is pushing for a huge ceremony where you’re crowned queen immediately after. I’m not ready to take my father’s position yet, and I’m sure you’d like some more time not being queen. I like the idea of having you as my people’s princess. You’re already my princess.”

I smiled at this thought. “So how are we going to do this?”

“I’ll see if I can get her to compromise, tell me about Earth weddings,” he said.

I describe the ceremonies and receptions as best as I remember. I’ve only attended a few weddings, and was never actually a part of one until now so my experience düzce escort was limited. He seemed to be more interested in the reception than the ceremony, so we spent more time talking about it than anything else, as we continued our walk in the garden. Soon we found ourselves back at the garden entrance with some plans in the works. I knew the bulk of this ceremony will be more of his culture than mine, but my only regret was my father couldn’t give me away. However, this would have been the case if we’d gotten married on Earth so I don’t dwell on it too much. We kissed goodnight and Lara escorted me back to my room. The entire way back, I kicked myself mentally for not telling him about the gossip, but I didn’t wish to anger him so I just stayed quiet.

We walked in and I was ready for my nightly ritual of scrubbing, stripping, and bed when I realized that Lara had become quite rigid. It took me a moment to realize why, we weren’t alone.

“My Queen,” Lara said.

I looked up and there was Queen Helena sitting in a chair waiting. “Good evening Lara. Good evening Alexis. Did you have a nice visit with my son?”

At this point, I wasn’t sure if I was in serious trouble, or what. Knowing I was busted, I sighed, “Yes My Queen, I did.”

She smiled big and said, “Lara, could you take Ibarra and Lilja and give me a few minutes alone with Alexis?”

“Yes My Queen,” she said.

Ibarra and Lilja quickly walked out of the room and Lara closed the door as she left. I knew she was standing just outside, but now I was standing here alone with my future mother-in-law and I didn’t know if she was angry with me or what. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit My Queen?”

She smiled big and said, “Please, call me Helena, and sit down.”

I sat in the other chair facing her and said, “Helena, if I’ve done something to offend you or broke a rule, I didn’t mean to-“

She raised her hand and I stopped talking. “I’m surprised you and Oliver haven’t tried to see each other more since your arrival. It just proves how much you love each other and how much you’re trying to respect our ways. As far as how I knew, that’s my little secret. I do know that you two need to be wed soon or my people will start to wonder if he’s serious about you. I’ve heard the gossip, and the cruel things my people have said about you. I also know that you’re not ready to be queen yet.”

“But how-“

“Actions speak louder than words,” she said. “I can see how hard you are trying, and maybe I’ve been pushing you too much. I’m sure the gossip and the whispers have fed your doubts about being our new Queen. It’s just, I was just so excited to see my son so happy, and I knew you were the one when you were willing to kill for him.”

I swallowed hard, “It wasn’t something I really thought about as a symbol of love.”

“But if you think about it, it was,” she said. “He came to rescue you at risk of his own life, and then when his life was in jeopardy, you rescued him.”

“By killing Wyman?” I asked.

“Lara told me that shortly after you operated your weapon, you collapsed into her arms. She said it was as if you were edirne escort a woman possessed by an unseen force the way you operated that weapon. Iman told me the damage to your arms was so great, you shouldn’t have been able to work that weapon successfully, and yet you did. I was also told of your bravery at how you resisted the trackers attack on you, including how the one you called Fleck tried to kill you then have unwelcome sexual relations.”

“We call that rape where I come from,” I said. “I wasn’t going to give that monster what he wanted, especially after the way he treated me the first time we met.”

“Have you ever protected another male like you did for my son before?” she asked.

At first, I found this to be an odd question, but then I thought for a moment and said, “No, ma’am.”

“As I thought,” she said.

“So is this what you wanted to know, if I truly love your son?” I asked.

“No, I know you love my son. You have demonstrated that over and over again. Just like I know you haven’t told him about the hurtful words his people say about you. You don’t wish to bring him any pain. Only a woman who truly loved a man would keep such a painful secret. I’ll bet you didn’t even tell him tonight, did you?

“No, I didn’t.”

“As I thought. What I’d like to discuss with you is when you are going to marry my son.”

“Soon,” I said. “Time was the only thing we didn’t discuss.”

“In a week, it will be our annual Harvest Celebration. Even though the harvest isn’t as critical as it was when the celebration was established, it is a tradition we kept. It’s a common time for young couples to wed as it’s seen as a blessing to wed on such a day. It’s believed that if a couple that can wed on the day of harvest celebration, will bear strong, healthy children.”

‘CHILDREN! Oh no!’ I hadn’t even thought about if Oliver and I can even have children. “Um, Helena, I’m not-“

“Alexis,” she interrupted, “we have medical knowledge that your people haven’t even thought of yet and trust me, if you can’t bear his children now, you will be able too soon. I’m willing to wait a while before you give him daughters.”

‘Daughters? Oh right.’ “What if all I can give him is sons?” I asked.

“Then they will be fine young men and you will be a great mother, and an even better queen.”

I smiled and said, “Thank you Helena.”

“Now, tell me about what a wedding on Earth is like,” she said.

Just as I did with Oliver, I explained what I could remember from the few weddings I had attended. I explained the ceremony, including: the roles of the best man, the maid of honor, and how the bride’s father escorts her down the aisle and presents her to the groom. I explained about the tradition of ‘something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.’ Lara was going to cover my borrowed item, my grandmother’s bracelet is my old, and my dress is new. I joked that my blue eyes should cover the ‘something blue’ item. Then I talk about the reception, including the food, dancing, throwing the bouquet, the garter toss, and everything else I could remember from what I’d seen in person, elazığ escort and on television. When I told her about the dresses I brought with me from Earth for Lara and me to wear, she asked if she could see them, and I agreed. It required my getting Lara, as she had them hidden so Oliver wouldn’t see them before the wedding.

Lara escorted us to her room and showed us the hidden small closet where our dresses had been stored since my arrival. My dress was a full-length strapless white gown, with silver trim around the pattern in the skirt and bodice, and a short train. I had a sheer veil and a jeweled comb that would decorate the veil and my hair. The shoes were white wedge heels and I had a garter belt that Oliver could throw if we were to include that. Lara’s gown was silver and strapless, with a small white jacket to cover her shoulders, and silver wedge heels. Lara rested her hand on my shoulder as Helena looked carefully at our dresses. I feared she won’t like the dresses and would make us wear something else. When Helena looked at us, I felt Lara’s hand slide down to my back, and out of sight.

“These are magnificent. Many women of our world would be honored to wear such fine gowns for such a special occasion. Don’t be surprised if others try to duplicate your dresses after your ceremony. Do you have clothes for Oliver as well?”

I looked at Lara and we realized the same thing, she didn’t hate our dresses and we didn’t think of his attire. “No, I don’t. I just assumed he’d be required to wear the clothes of his world for this.”

Helena smiled big and said, “And you would be accurate. Now that I know what your gown looks like, I can have his clothes made to match, somewhat. We will plan your wedding, and then after you and Oliver have had your time together, we will resume your training. When the time is right, you will become our new queen. You will silence the naysayers and prove to them you are the perfect choice, and the right women to lead us all.”

I smiled big and hugged Helena without thinking about if it was proper or not. She hesitated for a moment then put her arms around me and hugged me back. “I always wanted a daughter,” she whispered in my ear. “My son could not have chosen a better woman than you.”

I fought back my tears as Lara escorted us back to my room then started to leave when Helena said, “I think this will be a ceremony that will be remember for eons. I’m sure you’re rather tired and I have much work to do. That is, if you don’t mind my setting this all in motion.”

“I don’t,” I said. “As long as Oliver is happy with everything as well.”

“You are like no one I’ve ever met before Alexis,” said Helena. “You are still concerned with my son’s happiness when all he needs to make him happy is you. Good night my dear. We have a lot of work to do to get this ceremony ready by Harvest Celebration, and I need to see my son.”

Queen Helena left and Lara quickly returned smiling and said, “She likes our dresses.”

“She’s willing to work with me on the wedding,” I said shocked.

“You’re getting married at Harvest Celebration in a week,” she said.

I collapsed into a chair and said, “I’m really getting married, to Oliver.”

“Yes, and soon you will be Princess Alexis,” she said.

‘Whoa, Princess Alexis, am I really ready for this?’ I thought. Ibarra and Lilja returned and helped me get ready for bed. That night, I was unable to sleep as I was so excited at the thought of the wedding, and so scared that I was about to become a princess.

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Chapter 1

Reaching moon-fall

Year 20 R (Republic, Imperial date 7961 E)

It took longer than I estimated to reach moon-fall. I planned it out at just over 14 terranhours from start to finish with five fairly cautious jumps through what was clearly a complicated planetary system — never good to leap into uncharted space without knowing exactly what you are aiming at and I hadn’t been to this system for about a fifth of a century — but my zulon nav com called Mylon put less trust in my methods and, without even bothering to inform me, changed two of my plot points and added four of her own so the very last leap would be line of sight.

Prior to these stages we had first been holed up for a fortnight in primary prep before travelling for a further two weeks, disguising our journey and destination from the numerous patrols and system scans which sought to deny us our goal, which we hoped would enrich us beyond our wildest dreams.

Hell, as soon as we entered our dest-sys I donned my radsuit, a rather old-fashioned jacket and trouser article made of a blend of clunky polyfoil and vegiglass, but nowadays they don’t grow many of these my size. When you are built like an orbiting bogbox you can’t afford to be choosy when you clearly can’t afford to credit-buy custo. The nametag on the suit showed that before recycling through the charity megstore on Egius Tertio, the original owner was a guy named ‘Joe’ and my name was ‘Ivan’ but with just a bare crew of five desperados on board there was really no need to rename it. Three of the crew had the slightly more comfortable but also clearly second-user radsmocks and the names on those also didn’t match the people I knew as Kevlin, Skeech and Selene either.

This far into the centre of the Milky Way galaxy means the stars virtually fill the cosmos and this was an uncharted and unnamed triple-sun system to boot, so when I say it was bright, it was actually blinding. I swear you could feel the radiation pickling your skin through the triple hull. But the radiation wasn’t our only danger, what concerned me was what filled the voids between the planets. The trouble with triple-sun systems, is that the planetary orbits are so confusing that planets don’t last long but the resultant debris, made up of various sized jagged lumps of rock and ice from long-dead worlds, can be lethal forever.

Our first leap had taken us to the edge of the first asteroid belt, but before we could leap into the space between this and the outer gas giant, it would take at least half a terranhour for our tiny vessel to generate another small wormhole for the next leap.

It is hard for non-space-travellers to understand the principles of space travel. They look at all the 3D feely movies and think the process is instantaneous and that the few tense seconds of time before a leap is added by the movie director for dramatic effect, such as I saw recently in Star Trek 1497, when the stricken Starship Enterprise escapes destruction by an instantaneous leap into hyperspace. But it is nothing like that. To move a vessel like the Enterprise containing over 600 people into warp mode, would take five or six terranhours to build an entrance and they would have to have another zulon at the destination end to simultaneously set up an exit hole. We only had the one zulon, within our own vessel, there was no other presence in this uncharted and therefore unpopulated system, so it all had to be done from one end. This close to the asteroid belt, there was bound to be stray debris, so we used the vegpulse engines to follow the direction of the orbit and travel slightly faster than the orbital speed to avoid any surprises coming at us from behind and steer past slower objects ahead. That was the theory, but with three suns floating around, this system was seeded with unpredictability. It is what kept its contents secret, or only known to men too dead to beat their way back out again. We still experienced some bumping however, but nothing that the hull couldn’t cope with. It would get worse though as we penetrated further into the system towards our destination.

This system had four main planets that had still managed to avoid direct impact with one another during the lifespan of the Milky Way, just two gas giants and two rock planets. Those latter tortured spheres weaved their orbits far too close to the suns and were beyond any human use, their bare rock surfaces alternating between frozen and molten every two or three hours, their atmospheres long since boiled away and the streaming clouds of frozen dust and gases had long added to the system’s barely navigable debris; landfall on the gas giants was also impossible, our hull, even our brilliantly pressure-resistant interstellar pods, would cave in before we hit the outermost clouds made up of a deadly cosmic soup of poisonous and corrosive gases; we would land on what serves as a planet surface in the form of droplets of liquid acid rain or, more likely, hail.

Our destination was one of the moons around the inner gas giant, and Mylon the onboard zulon prepared bursa escort herself for the last leap to moon orbit, waiting for 20 terranminutes or so for the moon to rise above the horizon so there could be no mistake in navigation. We had to leap through a wormhole, conventional vegpulse engines would take about seven terralunars to reach that moonfall but we wouldn’t last a day out there once we got past the outer gas giant and into the first of several icy rock asteroid belts.

As you can imagine, the rest of the crew were less than impressed by this exhausting near-21 hour shift, which didn’t auger well when your fellow travellers are cut-throat pirates and outlaws or worse, and your position as pilot-master of the vessel depends on the most tenuous of mental melds with the on-board zulon.

The skipper Kevlin directed a scowl in my direction, his one gold tooth in a row of mainly black ones glinting in the starlight, matched by the reflections from the heavy, deeply engraved gold ring dangling pirate-fashion from his right ear lobe and protruding between the lank black and silver strands of his shoulder-length hair. His scowl was mirrored by the mate’s sneer, an unavoidable expression on his part since his past participation in a blade fight had frozen his face that way. They were both chinocauk, the second most common human race after chinoasian, and these two were as common and villainous as they come.

Even their skivvy, the galley hand Selene, at around 20 terranyears the youngest member of the crew, gave me a rolling of her deep warm brown eyes in plain embarrassment at being acquainted with such demonstrative ineptitude — and she was being kind as we had recently shared, well, shall we say intimate history together? Selene was a rather fetching moon-faced mongol, a rare breed nowadays after the racial cleansing of the 7872 E civil war; cheerfully plump and a willing, almost too willing and certainly indiscriminating, distributor of her sexual favours. So she was popular with, well just about all the crew.

The last member of our not-so-happy band was Lilian and she stood to the left of me by the vegpulse engine console looking cool and elegant in her stunning made-to-measure i-radshift, a modern nebulous vegsilk cloak with hood, the body part of which static-clung to her tall slim form which accentuated her heavy, but buoyant and thrillingly-pointed breasts. Only the weighty double-bladed dagger, the weapon of choice for the sophisticated lady-about-space, strapped to her waist outside her cloak, disturbed the classic line of her fabulous form, her set of slim throwing knives, I recall, being strapped to her left forearm. She didn’t need a name badge, even the discrete designer label of ‘Lamani’ at the base of the hood was unnecessary — clearly she was accustomed to the best, ‘making do’ didn’t even figure in her vocabulary.

Normally she wore tight-fitting dark clothes, where her shape blended into the background of the dark green inner hull, but in this yellow-sun-coloured i-radshift, her splendid form was a magnet for gawping at by all the crew. The Skip Kevlin was clearly aroused, but as far as I could tell from a recent knifepoint nick in his left cheek, that Lil had successfully rebuffed the grizzled pirate’s risky sexual advances on the woman who had financed this expedition and was determined to call the shots.

The vessel’s mate, Skeech, always drooled from his crooked mouth, but any doubts about his present state of arousal were dispelled by his hand jerking up and down inside his dull grey radsmock. And as for the second female member of the crew, Selene, despite her evident proclivity for regular buttwinkling, she also made no secret of her latent sapphist tendencies and had to my knowledge at least once sought to add Lil to her sleeppod notches without actually dulling her whittling blade.

Me? Well I wasn’t even in the running for Lil’s attentions. No, Lil was clearly in a class of her own and had known comfort and wealth in an earlier life before recently descending by necessity into dealing with the likes of present company.

As far as I knew, it was Lilian that funded this operation, seeking to exchange her life of comparative comfort, guaranteed by sexually befriending a series of rapidly bored planetary potentates, to an independent life of limitless wealth and power.

When my homeworld, the former Dukes of Merciant-owned Como Prime, was taken over by the Great Rebellion and my father, the last survivor of my family was put to the sword, the rebel general assigned to rule in his place found the treasury coffers empty and me unable to tell him anything no matter how much he tortured me physically or through drugs. Then he fruitlessly tore my homeworld apart, whilst burying me deep into the penal system, where I should have been lost forever. It was this hidden secret treasure house that these villains believed I could access that brought this venture thus far to this forbidding place, a killing ground more fearsome than çanakkale escort anything mankind or zulon-kind could imagine.

Lil merely looked down her nose at me as if she had expected little more than I was able to deliver from my pathetic piloting efforts. With the hood restricting my view of her oval face to just her brown almond eyes, aquiline nose and full red lips, which parted slightly to show a glimpse of her twin rows of perfectly straight teeth, glacial white against her darker skin, her expressionless face spoke volumes of what she expected of me.

Lil, and she had continually corrected me for shortening her name from Lilian (which only encouraged me to use my favoured contraction at every subsequent opportunity), had made no effort to disguise how much she despised me from the start. She was a product of and a supporter of the Revolution and to her I was Imperial Scum, a relic, an anachronism of a bygone age of master and slave.

She was clearly too perfect to be true: ferociously intelligent, elegant both in movement or repose, and unbelievably attractive, to be living under the radar in the criminal underclass to which my companions, which now also included myself, were forced to endure.

To me it had long been obvious that Lil must be an F3 hybrid, one of the turkoblack models that I had only ever encountered once before, and that brought back painful memories. The F3s only revealed their existence towards the end of the long drawn out civil war and brought about a sudden collapse in the imperial system. They were indistinguishable from the humans they were modelled on. Cloned from farmed cells a grown by the rebels in large numbers many years earlier, they were used with devastating effect to infiltrate Imperial bases, often as sleepers filled with false surface memories. They were unaware of the time bombs they were designed to become, until triggered at the moment of attack, to murder and sabotage, heralding inevitable victory for the Rebels. This was a pattern that had spread across the galaxy in a few short terranlunars, ending what seemed an unending unresolvable war and led to today’s status quo, the so-called Galactic Association of People’s Republics of Humanity.

Yes, I had certainly come across an F3 hybrid before and only few of us survived because they took prisoners in those early days, until the penal colonies were filled to overflowing. Lil sensed I was ex-Imperial, not just because I was caukoturk, which I disguised as much as possible by complete defoliation and carboblacking my fair eyelashes. I had even resorted to squinting my naturally round eyes for so long that I forgot I was even doing it. She must have picked up the traces of serial number tattoos which separated politicos from ordinary prison stock, that I had sought to disguise as old star-burn.

Like old enemies, Lil and I kept ourselves at a respectful distance but always held each other in view with a wall behind our backs and a sharp blade ready to hand. My own dagger of choice was of bone, long-ago fashioned from some unnameable hybrid creature which they fed to us when on rare occasion near-rancid meat was offered for prisoners to fight over for the guards’ amusement. That blade had faithfully preserved the integrity of my ancient arse up to this point for about nineteen of the last twenty years.

Come the thieves’ unequal share-out of the spoil from our present venture, would herald the inevitable reckoning, we both knew that, Lil and I.

OK, Kevlin and Skeech would naturally work together once we hit civstateside, and I was certain that even Selene’s sharing of her favours between the pair wouldn’t preserve her minority share of any treasure for very long.

I had met Kevlin in the slammer, of course, where I was a forgotten political prisoner of war and he was a first-offender criminal briefly incarcerated for possession of stolen goods, hence escaping the usual capital solution for piracy. He carried a token within a body cavity that he showed me that I had been discovered at last. His greasy brief got him out before me but not until I made sure that he was aware of what I knew about hidden treasure beyond his wildest dreams: the total wealth of my family that could count its forebears and its accumulate power and influence to build a vast treasury through several millennia.

In order to obtain my own release, about a terranlunar later, I had to kill and assume the identity of a prisoner due for release in defiance of the system, helped by bribes from Kevlin on the outside, going past guards who didn’t check my forged papers as closely as the Republic State paid them a pittance to do.

On the outside I sought out Kevlin as the person I needed to find a crew and, following recovery of the treasure, assured Lil and I that he had the contacts to launder the treasury into usable state credits. He used Lilian, for whom he had smuggled illegal luxuries, to identify, finance and prepare the right vessel. Lilian was looking to build a retirement rize escort fund to replace the favours she presently lived on from rich patrons. We were both certain that this venture would give her that.

Kevlin was a necessary evil in this venture and I knew he would target me first, once my unique knowledge of our destination and access beyond the security system of the Treasury expired, I would be of little further use beyond that. We may have been setting out as a band of thieves but there would be no inference of honour among our temporary band of convenience once the promised glint of treasure became a reality.

However, I knew they would underestimate the gorgeous hybrid, their kind always did. I also knew that a trained F3 hybrid assassin would choose to take me out first before carving up the inept pair of buckos, so at least I knew exactly where I stood – right at the end of a dead end called Shit Street.

OK, I had the reputation of killing an F3 hybrid once, but that was over 20 years ago, when I was in my prime. I had few illusions of the outcome of any one-on-one with one of these assassins now. But for the present we all needed each other. As for Selene, well she could shag any one of us to death if she wanted to but she was without any of the skills to control or dock the ship or dispose of any of the anticipated cargo or riches. Poor Selene was alway a candidate for victim rather than victor. You never know, though, the killing machine that I knew as Lil might even let Selene off with enough loot for her own modest means. These hybrids were bred without bottom line compassion but in my experience of them, expediency didn’t always mean total slaughter.

I smiled at the concept of a partly-dehumanized assassin having more humanity than most humans of my recent acquaintance, which was not beyond the realms of possibility.

Like my brief previous experience with Kevlin, I had recently seen Lil before too. She was part of a ‘do-gooding’ group that visit prisons ensuring inmates’ fair treatment. I spotted her straight off because mostly they are crabby old spinsters and widows, with too much wealth and pleasure-leisure time on their hands for their own good, usually with guilty consciences of planet-wide population abuse, in need of assuaging. Either that or they were seeking their next tame ‘house boy’ to take home with them to relieve the boredom for a while.

Lil was bright and fashionable and sensationally gorgeous. She stood out from the crowd all right and, although at the time she visited the penal colony I held hopes to, I had no real expectations of ever seeing her again. If she had recognised me as more than just a face in the crowd, well so far in this trip she hadn’t acknowledged it. Since my release I had filled out a bit, after being hungry for almost half my life. As for deprivation during incarceration of the caring touch of a woman? Well, the homely Selene had recently seen to the baser of my bodily needs.

My brief reverie is interrupted as I feel the tug of the inner gas giant on the hull as we enter the elliptical orbit that heralds the penultimate stage of our journey. Through my mind-meld connection to Mylon, a flood of information comes into my consciousness, the distance from the planet, speed of orbit, forecast projections of different scenarios. Even though my link to Mylon is pretty tenuous, she only let me into her edited grudging version of consciousness so far, and I only let her into where I want her to go. I learned from my old zulon long ago how to hide my thoughts and memories by flooding my brain with other memories, such as those consisting of 20 long years of penal servitude in the most savage period known to human civilisation; just a few moments of that is enough to put any mind reader off her appetite!

I still felt at ease with Mylon though and, well, safe. Mylon may hate me, but she is wired to protect me, when push came to shove, if only to preserve my arse long enough to face an enquiry by her peers when the opportunity arose and returned to what registers in the New Republic as “civilization”.

I suppose now is the time and place to reflect on where we had come this far into my unedifying life cycle, particular as it was likely to come to a swift inglorious end very soon, now.

I may never get a better chance.

***

The F1s were cloned simply to follow direct orders as fighters and as only the hitherto heavily outnumbered Rebels had them initially. They initially tipped the balance of the civil war their way following their introduction. But the imperial houses were soon on the case and used their version of the technology to good effect to restore the civil war stalemate for several more decades. These first manifestations of androids were identical soldier drones and had none of the ‘bits’ that the F3s needed so they could infiltrate without suspicion. It was the F3s, basically born human but genetically-enhanced during childhood, which had a devastating effect to end the resistance of individual worlds, which they did by taking out the leadership of each with minimal effort. Hell, the F3s came in many forms, although the vast majority were female, and were raised from genetically-altered human children, they could even procreate with humans, their offspring indistinguishable, which is why the powers that be decided they don’t make them anymore since the war was won.

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Chapter 2 – Ulrise

“Call me Mistress,” my ass!” Ulrise grumbled while breaking through the thick forest undergrowth.

“Every client I met made up some dumb generic nickname. How many Masters have I met so far? Nine? I lost count already.”

As she stepped out of the forest, the Karth river meandered in front of her. According to the map, the location of the cave was a couple of miles away.

Ulrise adjusted her travel pack and moved forward. She was making good progress since she left the Forsworn lands. So many days lost carefully creeping forward and avoiding the attention of the savages at all costs. The illusion magic served her well, so she managed to invisibly slip through without disturbing the tribes.

She was looking forward to finding this cave. This would be the first step in doing the contract that will earn enough money to finally quit the world of backstabbing and treachery. Also, having a roof over her head would be nice after many nights of sleeping in the wilderness.

Finding the cave took some time. Without knowing the place, it could be missed easily, entrance hidden in an inconspicuous crevice.

When the white-haired assassin entered the wide opening of the cave, the first thing she noticed were skeletons. Lots of skeletons. Carefully walking between them she quickly realized none of them were human. A bunch of wolves, a couple of humanoid-looking ones but with canine skulls, which she figured were werewolves. Most of the skeletons had signs of violent death – bones broken, skulls crushed.

She stopped in front of a hulking bone colossus three feet taller than herself. Three eye sockets indicated this was a troll, and its massive form utterly dwarfed the short woman. She reached with her hand and touched the bones. Not a shred left of flesh or sinew.

“No scavenger can pick bones that clean. And what is this pink crap?” Her glove was covered by a thin layer of pink dust. She traced her finger over a bone again and confirmed the suspicion – the skeleton was covered in it.

She quickly checked it – not poisonous, but surely somehow enhanced.

“I should gather some as a sample and check it with an alchemist.” She produced a vial and carefully gathered some dust from the bones. Looking back, Ulrise noticed her footprints on the floor. It also was covered in a thin layer of this pink crap!

“I wonder if it is safe to breathe here. I better move forward.” She fetched a piece of clothing from the backpack and made an improvised breathing mask, just in case.

As she advanced, signs of battle became more obvious: furniture was thrashed, and doors forced open. She also found a lot of empty cages, some quite spacious. Ulrise was not one to be intimidated easily, but this cave definitely had a sinister feeling to it.

The cave ended in a massive circle room where most cages stood. There were very few skeletons though. Ulrise figured that someone was using animals in the cages to make experiments, probably magical. This would explain the pink dust and absence of flesh on the bones. But then a hostile force showed and the cave owner released the monsters on them.

Judging by the number of skeletons, it did not help. She spotted a peculiar one and approached, genuinely curious. It was a husk of an enormous charus exoskeleton, its legs broken off. Ulrise encountered these creatures before, but never had an opportunity to study one’s corpse.

“This is one ugly fucker.” The words rang in the cave, echoing and jumping around. She retrieved one of the vials given by Mistress and gulped it down. The taste was as good as she remembered, rich and sweet.

Now fully convinced there were no enemies in the cave, the assassin sat and tried to detect this particular source of magicka from the potion around her.

It was everywhere, but something was off. Not as pure as it was in the potion, as if diluted somehow. She took a bunch of pink crap from the charus husk and it felt like holding a handful of warm and dirty sand, contrary to the pure radiance from the Mistress.

“So my target somehow got affected by this magic. Were they in this cave, one of the people who fought the monsters? I doubt it. By the traces of combat, it looks like there was a squad of fighters, they all would be affected if this was the case. And I know for sure that I am looking for a single person.”

Ulrise slowly circled the room when she suddenly felt the same magic emanating from behind the wall. Another room, perhaps?

After some finagling around, she discovered a hidden switch. A good chunk of the wall slid to the side and revealed what looked like a working cabinet.

She walked noticing stacks of papers perched on a table, soul gems lying everywhere, and a collection of magic books on a shelf.

“This room does not appear to be thrashed. Someone gathered their stuff and retreated in an orderly manner.” She checked an alchemist cupboard to discover a bunch of reagents lined up in good order. tekirdağ escort “Yes, whoever marauded the upper levels did not reach here. This is good. This is my chance to figure out what this magic is and maybe find some clues. And stuff my pockets,” – she thought, spotting a big glowing soul gem.

All books on the shelf were related to the sources of magicka. Ulrise was not educated properly, mostly stealing books and figuring out her talent by experimenting. But she got the impression that it is common knowledge among mages that the source of all magicka is Aetherius, which is another world or plane of Oblivion or something. She was not interested in the dry theory of the Art, mostly content with Illusion magic to hide her and Destruction spells to annihilate enemies.

She quickly skimmed the books – lots of speculation on what alternative sources of power could be out there. Some gruesome stuff, like extracting it from blood or enslaving Daedra. “A cave full of bones and books about bloody sacrifices and how to summon demons. Lovely. I still do not see how this pink crap fits into this.

“I guess I have to dig through these,” she sighed, looking at randomly scattered sheets of paper.

The researcher who lived here sure loved to write down everything. She flipped through sheet after sheet, diving deeper and deeper. It looked like she was about to get some answers.

The mage believed it is possible to harness the life force of a living being and turn it into pure magicka. Similar to blood sacrifices, but actually working. She carefully read the numbers – extremely low values of magicka after draining a wolf, more from a troll. No way to store it, and if not ingested by a mage immediately it just disappears. The ritual involved drugging the animals with some serum. Within the list of ingredients of this concoction, one was highlighted as “the secret one.”

More and more intrigued, Ulrise reached for the next sheet. In a rush, she slid a finger over it, sending the sheet flying to the floor. Cursing, she caught it awkwardly. The assassin hissed from sudden pain when she cut a finger with the thick paper edge. A long red scratch immediately started oozing blood.

“Damn! I do not want to stain the paper with blood.” Without thinking, she put the finger in her mouth, licking the blood away. Something was off with the taste though. Blood is supposed to be salty, but there was an unexpected sweet undertone. The mystery was resolved instantly when she licked her lips in confusion.

“Fuck, my mask did not work! This pink shit is on my face! I have to clean it off. The more I read these research notes, the less I like this dust.”

She wiped her face and then used her limited knowledge of Restoration magic to stop the bleeding. This will have to do for now.

The story of morally dubious experiments continued in the papers. The mage tried to develop a solution to store the extracted magicka, but the best he was able to achieve was converting it into physical form. The pink dust. It was what their flesh and blood turned to.

She leaned on the back of the chair, feeling sick. So, the stuff she just scrubbed from her face was what is left of some wolf? Or the charus?

Not without some hesitation she continued reading. The author theorized on how to distill the dust in an alchemical potion for future usage. There were also speculations of using other life force-carrying components of a living being to achieve more ‘sustainable’ harvesting that did not kill the host. The papers ended with a note saying that the mage is about to use a new formula on the ‘pets’.

The white-haired assassin reached the end of the research notes and contemplated what she read. This source of magic sounded like a poor deal. Even if it worked, the magician would need to drug the victim with alchemy, and then somehow consume their life force immediately. Generic magicka potions were cheap to produce and easy to carry and use. The method they developed here felt overcomplicated.

“Still, someone became affected by this stuff and they did not dissolve into dust like trolls. I can still feel them, somewhere to the north from here.

“It is highly doubtful that one of the monster killers picked up this condition. Either someone discovered this cave before me or one of the monsters escaped and did Gods know what to pass this to a human.”

She searched the entrance of the cave and has not found any traces of anyone entering it recently. This left her with one option – some of the monsters escaped and spread this magic.

“I hoped I would not have to track a beast in the woods. Damn it. Okay, it is getting dark. I will spend the night in the study room, it looks safe enough and clean of this pink crap. Tomorrow morning, I will look at the tracks. Good gods, it is a huge mess, warriors’ and animals’ footprints mixed wildly.”

And so she did. Ulrise returned to the cramped room and found tokat escort accommodations there. She closed the stone door and put several defensive runes around herself, as well as some physical traps in case the owner of the cave returned.

She opened her eyes in her hometown, Riften, instantly recognizing the central market square where she used to steal food two decades ago. Even though everything was covered in a dense purple mist, the narrow streets and bridges over the channel were unmistakable.

Ulrise walked around, mist swirling around her. After a moment she realized what was wrong in this dream – there was not a single person on the market square. Normally it was bursting with activity 24 hours a day, but in this dream, it was eerily quiet and still. Silhouettes of buildings rose above her, and not a single light or sound disturbed the solemn silence. The mist contorted them, made them rise to the sky one moment and collapse to the ground the next.

“There is some beauty in this.” She was strangely self-aware in this dream, fully understanding that she is asleep right now.

“Yep, definitely asleep,” she watched a sudden rush of flowers blossoming around the square, consuming the booths and leaving only a small circle around her unaffected. She idly prodded one with a boot, making it disintegrate into purple dust.

“This dust looks awfully familiar. This job fucks with my head. Hopefully, I will find my target soon.”

Flowers continued blossoming around her, tightening the circle. They crept up her boots and leather pants to her jacket. The woman jumped on the place, making the flowers explode in the cloud of dust. She was mesmerized by the shimmering beauty around, standing there and allowing flowers to cover her clothes.

“I am a fucking spriggan now. This is fun and all, but it is starting to freak me out. Being a tree is not something I aspire to.”

As if by command, she woke up. In the pitch darkness of the cave, she rose from the bed, suddenly feeling weirdly off balance. The blonde stumbled, failing to find good footing. Failing because her pants were uncomfortably tight.

Cussing, she cast a ball of magic light. There was something in her pants. She reached into her pocket, feeling something hard and warm through the fabric.

“Did something crawl there?”

She got the answer soon enough. Ulrise dropped her pants and stood wide-eyed, staring at the meaty shaft protruding from her crotch. It twitched slightly, with a glistening drop on the tip.

With legs failing her, the woman sat on the bed, still bare-assed. But she hardly registered it, trying to wrap her mind around what she was looking at right now.

She closed her eyes, shook her head, and looked down again. Nothing changed. She did it one more time with the same result. Pinching the skin only produced a painful hiss but did not wake her from this fever dream. She carefully touched the erect dick with one finger and swiftly pulled it away.

“So this is not an illusion either.” Ulrise pulled up her pants and rushed to the exit. It was early in the morning, in the murky sunlight her newly grown appendage cast a long shadow.

“Fuck me, so it is real. I bet it is somehow connected to this weird magic and the fucking dust!” She wanted to kick the nearest skeleton but restrained herself.

“I knew there was something fishy with this job! Should have asked more about what I drank and what sort of magic that is. Not curses or poisons, fuck this shit. No fucking known curses!

“Okay, what exactly I am dealing with here?” She traced her cock with a finger, groaning from the intense sensation. It was around eight inches long, more than any she ever took in her life. Thick and completely hairless, with a set of bloated testicles hanging below. Not without relief she found that her woman parts were still with her, right behind the balls.

The dick itself looked weird. She had a fair share of fun with men in her life, including different races, but none of them looked exactly like her new organ. The shaft was pretty similar to a human one, though traced with thick veins. But the glans was more like a stump, a flat piece of meat with a circular fleshy ridge. A peehole was exactly in the middle.

Her legs got weak so she slumped down again. Ulrise saw truly gruesome body mauling in her life but this looked even worse. Unnatural. Gods know how much time passed before she finally rose up and dragged herself back to the cave.

“Okay, I better come to terms with my condition if I ever stand a chance of curing it. It is obviously connected to this pink dust, and maybe to the alchemic substance that Mistress gave me. This fucking bitch! She is behind it somehow; I can feel it.”

Ulrise gathered her belongings as thoughts rushed through her head, “The dick did not grow up when I first tasted the magicka potion, so I am guessing the pink dust served as a catalyst of sorts.” Looking trabzon escort at other vials of white stuff sitting in her traveling backpack, Ulrise was overpowered with a desire to drink it, contact Mistress, and demand answers. She almost popped a cork of one vial but hesitantly pulled her hand back.

“If I just tell her that I grew a dick overnight she will think I am insane and will never speak to me again. No, I should think this through.”

The thinking was not easy in her case since she still had a throbbing erection. At first, she hoped it will go down by itself, but this simply did not happen.

“Why none of the men I slept with were able to stay hard for an hour straight?” she grimly chuckled. Jokes aside, it was getting really uncomfortable. She had to drag the pants up to the waist to button up and now it was chafing on her dick. Also, the erect outline was clearly visible through the fabric.

At first, she was afraid that touching it might affect her even more somehow, but with time the sensations became unbearable. Ulrise let a sigh of relief freeing her flesh monster from the clothing confines.

“Do I have ideas on how to relieve this, apart from the obvious one?” she asked rhetorically while looking at the tip. The glistening drop of precum rolled down, creating a sticky strand hanging from the tip. It looked disgusting and fascinating at the same time. No ideas came to mind.

She tentatively reached and grabbed her fleshy rod. The feeling sent goosebumps through the entire body. The veins pulsated under her hand, pumping blood into the dick. Her blood.

“Do I like it or not, this is part of me now. I should deal with this and be on my way, I spent too much time running around in this fucking cave.”

She grabbed it firmly and stroked, making sure to have as much grip and skin contact as possible. Ulrise knew her way around cocks and how to please them but doing it to herself still felt surreal. But she quickly got the hang of it.

Her body shivered, as the stroking sent waves of pleasure through it, especially when she dragged the skin over the meaty glans. Precum now flew in a steady trickle, so soon her strokes became well lubricated, fleshy sounds of it filling the room.

“No wonder men like it when I touch their dicks, it is so sensitive.” She accelerated her hand, invoking the first moan. The tip and veins along the shaft became angry purple, infused with blood. The shaft twitched, promising the impending release.

She changed the hand and stroked with renewed vigor. It quickly paid off and the boiling hot cum rushed from her swollen balls. As her mind plunged into the blissful abyss, the first spurt hit the wall, making an audible splash. Ulrise did not have time to wonder at the amount, the next volley added more gooey glazing on the wall.

She spewed it for almost a minute, each load smaller than the previous one until it diminished to a weak dribble. Every spurt sent an explosion of pleasure to her brain, so she stood for some time, mouth open, eyes closed, trying to gather her wits again.

Eventually, the blond returned to her senses. “Damn, it was intense. I do not remember cumming like this in my whole life! This wall looks like sloppy paintwork.”

She shook her dick to clean it from remaining cum and admired the view. Even though Ulrise was not exactly ecstatic to have this extra appendage, the orgasm was undeniably great. And there was something immensely arousing about looking at the wall covered with streaks of jizz. Thick wads of it were still sliding down slowly, making the sight even more perverted. The air was rich with smell, almost intoxicating. Maybe it was the light of the room, but one moment Ulrise could swear she saw her cum glowing. As if it was beckoning her.

With an effort of willpower she turned away, put on the backpack, and exited the cave. Her head clearing on the fresh air, Ulrise regretted giving in to the temptation. Who knows how this cursed cock interferes with the rest of her body? What if she just worsened her condition?

She felt great though. Rejuvenated even. Ulrise created an illusion over the cave entrance to prevent anyone from falling into the same trap she did. The illusion won’t hold forever, but this was better than nothing.

Sitting on a stone, she considered her options. The Mistress probably knows what kind of curse it is, and maybe even how to cure it. Ulrise still had nine vials of these tasty white ‘magicka detection’ potions that can help her contact the redguard woman but was hesitant to use them. How can she get any credible information?

Ulrise needed leverage over Mistress. The woman hired the assassin to find whoever was affected by this magic and paid a ton of gold, which meant it was important to her. The blond smirked, a plan forming in her head. She will find whoever her target is and take them hostage. Then she will contact Mistress and demand answers under the threat of killing the hostage.

But where to head? The nearest village was Dragon Bridge, so if anyone was affected by this purple crap they are probably from there. She moved on, using the sun for orienting.

Slowly she traversed the forest, moving not in a straight line but making left and right zig-zag turns and searching for possible tracks of humans or monsters from the cave.

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Waking up was hard to do. Griffin Folklore realized his cell alarm hadn’t gone off for some reason, perhaps in his tired state he hadn’t set it correctly. Sun bright and shiny through the semi tractor’s windshield he at least knew he was off to a blue-sky day. Too bad there were no birds to sing to him. Yawning he crawled from his cabin bunk and stretched the kinks out. Smelling his arm pits he caught an agonizing whiff. At first, he cringed at the bedding he had slept on, knowing full well the driver likely didn’t do laundry that much on the road. While yes, that nagged at him, he also knew his own scent well, “I need a shower bad. I’ll drop these parts off at mom’s then grab one in her room.” Putting his boots on he moved to the driver’s seat of the tractor and rolled his window down to grab a wake-up breeze. It felt incredible.

Peering over at the HiMa Facility he saw his trucks reflection in the mirrored exterior walls. Only him, the congregation of lost souls that were there in the moonlight were long gone under the brightness of day, yet most likely still nearby. “I wonder if they’re all still standing there. Mirrors usually show me where folks are but with the harsh sunlight maybe the spectrum is too broad to reveal them. Sucks but what can I do? If I touched them all, it would be chaos. I’d be offering explanations for hours. Better to just get back to mom and…” He opted to call her just to see if she were around. No answer had him worried. “Great! Mom must have blinked back to her holographic state and can’t touch her cell. Strange how Sune Yi could touch things, but like she said, it probably attributed to her ninja training. “Crazy! I know a real ninja!” He grinned with pride, “So cool!”

Firing the truck up he let it idle then jumped down to load up his parts which he left outside covered by a tarp that the driver had under his bunk. Carefully placing his plastic totes of parts up on the bunk through a side door he shut it and climbed back in. “I could have put them in the trailer, but chances are they’d shift around and get damaged. Safer up here with me.” Looking up Sune Yi’s Hotel on GPS he realized it was closer than his mom’s lab. “With mom ghosted for the moment I guess I could go after Sune Yi’s sister Bao and bring her back here first. Get down to it we have all the time in my world. Mom would understand.”

Slapping his face to wake up better, he set the tractor in motion and headed for the highway. Even that would take forever in reaching the hotel Bao was staying at. He had one way cleared but the other way was quite the cluster fuck. What should have taken twenty minutes at best took Griffin three hours. It got to the point he even disengaged his trailer alongside the road and proceeded without the burden of length, telling himself he would just find another way to haul his bike home, wherever he chose home to be. The one thing he did do right was check the interior of the trailer and found breakfast and lunch together in the form of canned ravioli with pull tab easy access. Even unheated it tasted darn good. The owner of the rig had plastic forks and spoons, so it was a meal fit for a king. Three cans down, a case in the cab for lunch, dinner and tomorrows repeat.

One final push through the abandoned traffic he reached the hotel and searched for parking. Laughing he simply pulled up on the front lawn and left the keys in the ignition. Who was going to steal his ride? Hopping down he took his jacket off. Now that the temperature was rising, he was getting sweaty which added to his stench. Chuckling over his aroma he just took his t-shirt off and left it in the rig. Who was going to complain over his semi nudity and pit stank other than him. Of course, he considered Bao’s thoughts on stench should he find her and bring her back into current existence.

“Shit! I guess I could take a shower in Bao’s room before I bring her back. She won’t know. Maybe I can confiscate a shirt from a resident even.” Thinking on this as he walked toward the hotel entrance, he worried that if he borrowed any clothing, he’d likely be followed wherever he went like a magnet. “I’ll just have to live with swiping other people’s things. I know I sound selfish but dang it I own this planet now.” A maniacal laugh made even he feel badly for acting the way he was. He wasn’t raised this way.

“Get over it, Folklore.” He sighed dramatically, “Nobody can use their clothing or personal effects anymore unless I find a way to save humanity. So, I need to get over feeling bad about it. Just get up there find Bao for Sune Yi and reunite them the best way I can then haul my ass back to mom. She could be my only solution to this worldwide dilemma. If I can move mom over to HiMa’s labs maybe she and Sune Yi can work together to figure out a way to stabilize people. It sucks that it’s only short term but it’s better than nothing, right? Bad part is babysitting them to piece shit together when they can’t touch it.”

In erzurum escort passing through the front door, he used his compact mirror to guide him away from any wayward ghosts that might be up close. He had been fortunate as to not go running into anyone on the outside world, that or maybe in the severe ultraviolet radiation outside he was actually stepping into people and not knowing it. Not even Grif knew much concerning how he was able to bring people back, only that his DNA was key. Anyone that he had brought back was inside out of direct sunlight. Now moonlight or dusk it seemed possible, like the truck driver and that girl at the truck stops pimp. Of course, he had merely guided those assholes together not technically bringing them back. Luring ghosts seemed easy enough to navigate using personal items to lead them. Everything he did was a learning experience. If he accidently brought someone back at even brushing up against them, he’d simply hurry away and let them fade off again. While inhumane to a degree, he simply didn’t want to explain everything, especially when he didn’t know it all himself.

“Experiment time! Let’s just put the mirror away and risk it. I feel guilty but I need to move past it. Let’s just see what happens.” Compact closed and pocketed in his jeans he located a universal hotel room key and found the code for the penthouse. Easy enough, it was just like he had done at the other hotel he called home that first night. Even though Bao was not in the penthouse but rather a lower room, he intended to enjoy the privacy to shower first and make a good first impression on the girl.

Heading upstairs with a managerial key he discovered a secondary elevator just like his own. Code punched in and key card swiped he found the elevator cooperative. Once inside he felt closed in for some reason. So uneasy that he had to utilize his compact to understand why. Slyly he clicked the lid open and scanned the mirror about toward the floor and found multiple feet around him. “Oh, crap!” Six sets of feet stood around his. Why would there be six sets in a private elevator? He was almost too afraid to find facial reflections. What seemed odd was there was no clothing in the elevator as any warning sign. Just… bodies!

With the elevator already in motion it reached the penthouse and once the door opened, he found the clothing they had obviously left behind. Clothing that suspiciously appeared as robes. “Hooboy! Did I just stumble into a temple of warriors? I see swords and other weapons laying around the penthouse living area. No way! This wasn’t mentioned by Sune Yi. Did she not know about these guys? I mean, I don’t really know Sune Yi, she could be blowing shit up my ass. God, I hope not Sune Yi seemed cool.”

Fear held him back from stepping off the elevator. Delicately avoiding his passengers had him worried. One wrong touch might bring one or more back. Not knowing him it was a safe bet he might not survive this adventure. He wasn’t any Ninja or whatever type of warriors they were, so being here would be signing a death warrant. No good could come from this. Yep, that compact was going to be used every step of the way going forward.

Able to touch the down button he moved to the floor below and stepped out in slow motion. Avoiding the inhabitants completely, he froze until the door sealed shut. Shaking like a leaf he puffed his cheeks and calmed his nerves. Before another step was taken, he scanned his mirror about for safety. Not a soul in sight he went to the stairwell rather than the elevator. Playing it safe he took those stairs down four floors to locate Bao’s room.

Mirror in use constantly now after spotting multiple sets of clothing in the hall, he stepped around the images of adult males. Only one was near Bao’s door and he did not look friendly. His hovering there lost and confused concerned Griffin, he was looking at someone not so nice. Spotting a gun with a silencer on the carpet only added to the tension.

“What the hell am I walking into here? Do I risk saving Bao and reuniting sisters? Or do I back off and leave well enough alone? Mom is… the whole world is counting on me.” He began to turn around and walk away then paused to roll his eyes. “I can’t just leave her. If that guy is here to hurt her, then the moment he’s human she dies anyway. That or the Ninja posse upstairs starts a war. Why would there be Ninja’s up in the penthouse anyway? Are they here to protect Bao, or harm her? Ugggh! I just know I’m setting myself up for failure.”

Universal room key in his possession he stepped wide around the gunman and unlocked Bao’s door. The inside chain lock bolted he had no choice but to put his weight into it until he realized he simply wasn’t strong enough to break through. Sighing he stopped to breath and heard water running. “Is Bao already alive?” He listened more intently. Nothing but water running eskişehir escort he mulled over the possibility, “Maybe she was in the shower when the world went creepy. I mean how can she still be alive?” He frowned over his boggled instincts. “How am I still alive? If mom’s shielding saved me what’s to say someone couldn’t save someone else. I better tread carefully here.”

With no clear options on entry Griffin looked down in defeat and again noticed the gun. “Hmmm? I can shoot the chain lock off. If Bao is alive, I’ll hear a scream, right?” Cautiously kneeling he plucked up the silencer and got a feel of its power. Not used to handguns, anything felt powerful to him. Taking a deep breath, he pointed the gun at the chain and pulled the trigger. Instantly the chain splintered, and the door flew wide. “Whoa! That was rad.” Kicking the door further open he paused just in case Bao did somehow survive and was waiting with a knife or something. Ninjas in the family it would be logical.

“BAO?” He called out loud enough to be heard even in the shower. “Nothing! God, I need to take a piss, all of this tension has my kidney’s shaking. Looks like the bathroom is where I’ll find Bao so let’s just relieve my bladder then save the girl.” Entering, he looked behind the entry door first out of stress. Not a soul, even in his compact mirror. Closing the door behind him just so he wasn’t spooked by the gunman outside, he felt safer. He had the gun at least. For all the good that might do.

Looking around he chose to search the entire room before the bathroom itself. That door was shut as well, so he felt safe at the moment. Kitchen empty outside of a juice bottle on the counter and a rinsed plate in the sink, he for some odd reason put her juice back in the mini fridge. It was just him to pick up after himself, now her. Shuffling cautiously to the bedroom he found her bed made neatly but with lingerie laying on top of the bedding. Alongside it a mini kimono style robe with cherry blossoms on it. “Silky!” He pinched it for texture. In her closet were dozens of dresses. “It looks like she has expensive taste.”

A closer insight into who she was he snooped at picture frames on a dresser. In none of them did he find Sune Yi. “Now that’s not good, is it? This must be her mom and dad.” Bao was gorgeous posing with her family. A small ornate scrapbook in the top drawer he found more photographs of she and what he presumed was a teacher. Wooden swords in their hands he had a hunch she was in training. Of course, Bao looked 10 years old in the picture. In another photo he did locate Sune Yi but she looked bitter and not happy with the smiling Bao and an old, really old man. “Grampa, maybe?”

All family portraits, he closed it and set the book back inside the drawer where he found them. “Perfumes smell good.” He sniffed the dabbers. “Okay, I really need to stop snooping and go piss before I’m wearing soggy britches.” He smirked and went to the bathroom door. Knocking out of respect even if she was likely a ghost, he turned the knob and entered. A definite chill overtook his flesh. “Cold water must have been spraying for a few days now.” Entering slowly, he saw through a clear shower door at water running but no body. Mirror used he found his target. “Holy fuck! Her body is insane.” She simply stood under the cascade lifeless but proud.

“Poor kid.” He knew he was safe so ventured to the toilet, resting his gun on the sink before taking a leak. While standing with his back arched and feeling relief, eyes closed, the silence was interrupted by what seemed like a faint distant singing. Shaking off his pecker he zipped up and followed the song back to the shower. “How am I hearing you sing?” He slid the door open and whistled under his breath at the most amazing petite ass he had ever seen. Mirror handy let him in on her true beauty. With the lights still on she was invisible, so he opted to experiment again and shut the bathroom door and turn out the light. Sure enough, Bao’s body found its way to a physical perception. What weirded him out was the water moving through her body without making contact.

“Do I just touch her and freak her out as much as I am right now? I mean how would I react if some stranger walked into my shower and touched me? She knows martial arts, so I’d get my ass handed to me.” Pondering his best move he knew one thing; the ghosts would follow something they had moved around from its current location. “She had a locket on the dresser. Maybe if I dangle it on the doorknob, she will step out of the shower and… what’s it matter? She’s going to come back nude and I’m still an intruder.” Groaning he went ahead and left the bathroom and brought her necklace in. Lights out again he did notice as he held the necklace aloft that she did look his way. “That’s it, Princess. Follow the bling.”

With the shower door open he watched her step gaziantep escort out and follow the necklace. “Fuck even her nipples are hard as a ghost. Cold water effect? Probably had those when she faded out.” He chuckled then felt shitty over it just as fast. “Man, this is going to suck. I… need a shower still. Cold or not I can at least freshen up. Of course, I don’t have a shirt to wear afterwards so that’s going to look bad too.” Turning her water off as she hovered near the bathroom door, he tried it again and found it warm. “I guess this hotel has good water heaters.” Unable to resist he undressed himself and hopped into the shower. Soaping up using her scented soap he cleaned himself thoroughly, even washing his hair. A second assault of soap he washed his privates good and decided to peer toward her glow. She was not at her door by the necklace any longer.

“OH, FUCK!” Turning around in the shower there she was. Somehow, she had literally stepped through the shower door and stood behind him as if a statue. “Man, if I had backed up into her that would have been a mess.” He hugged the shower wall afraid of her suddenly. She was harmless in this form but still. “How did she walk through glass?” He then realized one important fact. He was wearing her soap so that obviously drew her back into the shower. “Fuck you’re beautiful.” He trembled unable to move. Yep! Griffin Folklore palmed his erection. This was not going to go well but he couldn’t resist jerking off. His secret he thought to himself. “Just don’t jizz on her.” The closer he got the temptation led to a last-minute turn to face the shower glass and pepper his nut all across it. Peering at her as he did it he almost sensed disappointment in her demeanor. No way!

Panic rising, he shut the water off again and opened the door. Stepping out he dried off. Oddly her eyes followed him, turning to face him as if sensing his moves. Curiosity led her to walk back through the glass and stand in front of him. This time he had witnessed her incredible travel through the pane, and it was disturbing, her ghostly body was sparkling now as if tiny shards of glass within her. “Fuck! What if I touch her and she shatters into a million pieces? How is this happening? Is it her own ninja training like Sune Yi’s? Wait! Sune Yi couldn’t walk through those lab doors back at HiMa. Although she was able to hit things as a sign. When she merged with that hologram it affected her aura and she lived through it. Maybe… this is evolution at work?” There was no clear explanation.

“You’re making this more difficult Bao. I don’t want to hurt you.” Putting his underwear, socks, and jeans on, he sat on the toilet seat and tied his boots. She observed him but without a solid lock of recognition, it was more like searching for an invisible breeze that wasn’t there. Once ready Griffin stood up and palmed her necklace swaying it in front of her face like a hypnotist. “You are getting horny. Very, very horny.” His jest made him groan. “Stop being so stupid.” Talking to himself was getting more common these days.

“I need you to step aside so I can get by you. Until I can figure out how best to deal with you without harm, I need to think. I’m going to raid your fridge. Hope you don’t mind.” He was forced to step back into the shower then back around behind her to evade body contact. She followed him every step of the way as long as he held her necklace. Opening the bathroom door light filtered through and he figured he would lose sight of her so retrieved his mom’s compact. To his shock Bao stepped from the bathroom and followed him into the kitchen. In her glass like complexion the light from her windows made her show up on his visual spectrum. “Whoa! Peekaboo, I see you.” He kept a close eye on her putting his compact away. Going to the fridge he found her juice bottle and polished it off. Still warm, only the glass was chilled.

“Papaya juice! Tangy!” In a food container he found white rice and pork. Devouring it after a sample taste for taint and nuking it in her microwave he was good to go. Garbage can the Styrofoam container went, accompanied by a belch. “Damn that hit the spot. Better than canned ravioli that’s for sure.”

Sighing, he considered his next move. Her nudity as shiny as she was made it hard to think. “I’m wasting time here when I should be helping mom. What do I do with you Bao? You look so freaking innocent and lost.” Setting her necklace on the counter she followed its placement giving him just enough room to step around her. What caught him off guard was she resisted the lure of the necklace and followed him instead. “Gotta be the cherry blossom shampoo.” Moving to her bedroom he opted to pluck up a picture frame. Showing her he pointed at the picture.

“Family?” He hoped for a reaction. Her eyes did lower to follow his finger. Emotion somehow began showing as if heartbreak. Using the frame, he swept it through her intangible body as if striving for more recognition, she had held this frame before, so it was intimate. Inexplicably he found a ghost able to cry. Dropping to her knees before Griffin furthered the shock. “I struck a memory, I think. How, I have no idea.” Choosing to sit on the floor beside Bao, he found himself getting teary eyed. “Don’t make me cry, Babe.” Empathy was evident!

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