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“Tell me about her.”

“Tell you what? What does it matter? She already got me!”

“Tell me.”

“Fine you want a story how about this; we met, we talked, we fucked, she killed me. The end.”

“I can find her but I need your help tell me everything you know.”

“Fine where do you want me to start?”

“Here’s a crazy thought: how about the beginning?”

“Well if you want to be cliché about it.”

I first saw her in that night club Verboten, on 11th street in Brooklyn. The place had a lot of people in it but it seemed pretty chill. I was there visiting my sister after her break up with some jackass who wouldn’t leave her alone. My brothers and I drew straws and after a heated debate and a lot of rock paper scissors matches we settled on me going.

I had been there for six days already and I needed a break from the crying. Look I don’t care if it sounds insensitive, you don’t know my sister. I checked online and I saw some good reviews for this place so I hopped a cab from my sister’s apartment.

What? Over on Parkside Avenue. Number 123. Why? Whatever. Anyway I was hoping maybe I could find some cute girl to talk with maybe even score. I was talking with this cute little blonde at the bar, not too bright, fake tits the size of Texas.

Then I saw her, and it was like the whole world suddenly disappeared. She was walking toward me with this swagger. It was like she wasn’t human, the way she moved it was like living water. Almost like the people crushing in on every side didn’t exist to her.

It was like everything had been grey but here was a splash of bright blue and vibrant red. She exuded a presence, a feeling when she talked to you as if you were the only one in the world that mattered to her.

It was as if- what? What do you mean I’m babbling? You wanted a story now you just sit there and shut up.

Anyway where was I, she came over and leaned against the bar between me and the blonde. I swear she thrust her tits right under my nose. And they were great I could tell they were natural, nothing like that dumb blonde’s silicon sweater meat.

Anyway the blonde backed off immediately almost like she knew she was beat. This girl shakes her head and shook her hair out. It was that nice reddish brown, what’s it called… auburn? Yeah auburn. She looks at me and asked me my name.

“Tom.” I managed to choke out.

God her voice was like music, like the sound of nature, like water weaving through your senses. It was sexier than any dirty talk I had ever heard. It wrapped around my soul and I was caught in her web. Which was exactly where I wanted to be at the time, kind of a bad call looking back on it though.

Then this girl holds her hand out to the bartender and he hands her a shot glass, which she held out to me.

“Whiskey, Tom?”

I Tuzla travesti don’t even like whiskey but goddammit if she wanted me to drink it, it was going to get drunk. I grabbed the glass from her and tossed it back not even caring about the spicy taste or the burn down my throat. She smiled and leaned forward and planted her lips on mine. They were strangely cool but I didn’t think anything of it at the time.

Her tongue wormed between my lips and snaked back and forth over mine before she pulled it back out. She purred- no shit, purred- and smiled at me.

“I love the taste of whiskey on a man’s tongue.” She said. At this point little Tom was about ready to explode. What? Little Tom? My dick, dumbass. So I ordered another shot and slugged it back. Then I puckered my lips at her and leaned closer.

“It’s not that easy Tommy.”

And here I felt like the stupidest fucker on the planet. I mean this girl was hot like you wouldn’t believe and she kisses me and then I fucked it up. I was about ready to go hang myself with my belt when she smiled.

“What do you say you and me get out of here… go for a walk on the beach?”

She turned and walked out the door and I was following right behind her with the stupidest look on my face.

She hailed a limo over, yeah no shitting, a limo. She climbed in before I did and when she stepped in her skirt slipped up a bit so I could see the edges of a g string before she was out of sight. I hurried in and sat down across from her hoping to get another peak up that yummy skirt.

She was sitting across from me behind that window thing that separates the parts of the car. She reached back and knocked on it and I was mesmerized by the sway of her tits through her top so I didn’t hear where she said. There was no way she was wearing a bra, I thought. I was right though so score one point for me.

I tore my eyes away from her chest and used a yawn to disguise my looking down at her skirt. Sadly she had her legs crossed so I couldn’t see anything. I must have lingered just a second too much or looked too sad cause she uncrossed her legs.

Then she leaned forward and started talking to me about something, honestly I don’t remember I was too horny to care. Then she reached out and put her finger under my chin making me look her in the eye.

“Do you want to love me?”

All I could do was shake my head in the affirmative.

She stood up and slid onto my lap, she stroked her ass against my legs and wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth down to hers. I have no idea how long we kissed but it felt like a long time. Suddenly the limo stopped and she pulled away.

“Time to stretch our legs.”

She slid out of the limo and I followed after her I have no idea now what was wrong with me it was like Tuzla travestileri I was in a trance. I followed the sway of her hips and before I knew it we were sitting next to the water. She held out this little red pill to me it was about the size of one of those little nerds candies. And it was kind of sticky.

“If you take that you can see what I see.”

I popped it in my mouth and it had a really harsh coppery taste. It must have been some kind of hallucinogen because my head pounded for a minute and my vision swam and when my eyes refocused I saw a small creature eating some scraps of food left over on the ground. It was this little brown thing covered in funky lumps. Then one of the lumps opened up and there was this disgusting little eye staring at me.

Suddenly the thing shrieked and ran off. That was definitely a sound to make you jump.

Then she laughed, “I love those nasty little beggars. Try looking out there.”

I followed where her finger pointed and I saw a mermaid come rocketing out of the water. As she splashed back down a merman popped up and splashed down. A cloud parted a little ways off of the moon and sent a spotlight onto the water.

She resurfaced and spun like a top sending crystalline droplets flying all around flashing in the moonlight like balls of silver. Then the merman resurfaced and she dropped her head under the water the merman held his arms out like a cross and she came out of the water spinning like a football. She threw streams of water over the merman and he smiled like he was basking in the water. Finally she surfaced again and they hugged and they kissed deeply as they sank beneath the waves.

“That was a mating dance between some of the last members of an endangered species.”

“It was beautiful.”

“Yes it was, they will conceive a child and when she gives birth there is a good chance that the child will sicken and die.”

“Why?”

“Because of your kind! Humans just think that they can do whatever they want with the earth that for some reason you are the only ones that matter! It won’t be too long before the entirety of the sea is empty of their music… their joy.”

“Are you crying?”

“Yeah, so what does it matter if I am?”

“It doesn’t I’ve just never seen a ghost cry before that’s all.”

“Well aren’t you just a ball of sunshine. Now do you want to hear this damned story or not?”

“Yes. Very much so yes.”

“Then shut your fucking mouth. I’m sick and tired of your interrupting besides I’m almost done.”

I looked back at her and she had stripped down and let me tell you she was quite a sight nude. Her gorgeous tits were hanging there defying gravity her hard nipples pointing off at the ocean and this delicious looking bush between her legs. Huh that’s weird I’ve Travesti tuzla never liked the taste before but all I can think of to describe hers is delicious.

She leaned back and I buried my face in her crotch it tasted like cotton candy and honey had a baby and it coated itself in just enough nicotine to be addictive. I almost couldn’t breathe, I was buried so far into her my nose was pressed flat into her mound and my tongue just couldn’t get enough of her inner walls.

Then she pushed me off of her and reached down to my crotch. At first I was strangely disappointed I wanted nothing more than to please her and I don’t think I did. But I was sure my next trick would get her. As she slipped my zipper down I smiled as my monster cock sprang out.

She cooed and cupped her hand around my shaft then she straddled my lap and slid down. God was she tight. It was like getting my dick strangled.

She let out a gasp and a choking sound. “Now that’s a feeling I was missing.”

I felt so proud I had something that could make her happy. She started to bounce and grind herself into my pelvis. I felt myself moving closer and closer to the edge and it was almost strange how detached I seemed from my own impending orgasm. It was like my body wasn’t even mine anymore like I was just a nomad soul taking refuge in a forgotten shell.

All of my feeling seemed to be centered in my shaft and I could feel her clench around me. As she came so did I. I blew molten streams of sperm so deeply into her that I wouldn’t have been surprised to see them cum out of her mouth. Did you see what I did there? You know with the double entendre. Oh well nevermind. Oh come on don’t you groan at me. It was funny! Shut up.

Anyway I came and came so much that I felt like my balls were about to shoot out of my cock and then her creamy white skin got this flush to it, a pinkening that filled her with the look of life so intense it hurt to look at her. It spread up and out from her crotch and then she kissed me passionately on the lips as I started to go black.

“That’s one less human to poison the earth.” She said that. Right before I died I guess, so yeah she killed me. Now what’s this got to do with you huh pal?

I smiled at the poor ghost trying to seem tough. I summoned his spirit before it could rest forever and had bound it to myself. When I died he would be released to return to the afterlife but I couldn’t let him rest just yet. The woman that killed him is a vampire. A female vampire that is often called by the term succubus uses the act of sex to suck the life from a man. This would be a pretty big challenge but it’s what I was made to do.

My name is John Marks, and I work for the NYPD as a glorified receptionist. I take the emergency calls and I listen in on radio chatter. But I solve crimes none of them can. I solve the crimes that come from a magical nature. I use the ghosts of the slain themselves to catch their murderers. The ghost of my mentor passed this gift on to me as his mentor did with him so on and so forth until the first coven.

I am a Necromancer.

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Demon Knight Ch. 04

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Lowton was one of those of those towns that liked to pretend it had once seen better days. Anyone who knew anything of the place knew that the better days never came. The stone wall was never finished, not that it would have stood up to much. Ivy and other vines had overgrown most of the buildings there. With a good number of houses abandoned, smugglers and other crooks had taken up residence. As for the town guards, none of them were paid enough to do anything about it. There wasn’t even enough money to properly pave any of the streets, allowing last night’s storms to leave them a mud hole. At least that what Ana hoped she just stepped in.

You could have watched where you were going, you know!

Except it was Meerach’s eyes she was looking through, not hers. The demon just huffed and said no more.

As she made her way to the sheriff’s building, several people started to stare at her. Lowton may have been rundown to the point of apathy, but its new visitor was something quite different. From the obscene-looking obsidian armor to her almost bare backside, it was hard to tell what she was. Fighter? Whore? Both? Ana could almost smell the lust from some of the men that saw her. There might have even been a confused woman in there, too. Interesting.

“That’s far enough, newcomer.”

Ana turned around to see a pair of men with spears pointed toward her. Standing between them, a slightly well-dressed man. Unlike the others this man saw past her exposed skin and armor details. Like the others, however, he saw pure danger. “This is a quiet town, and I don’t appreciate anyone making any noise. Understood?”

Smell the fear on him. He’s about to piss himself.

The woman just smiled and nodded.

“Good,” the man said with a sigh of relief. “I’m Tomas Quynn, Sheriff of Lowton. What is your business, here?”

Still not having said a word, Ana drew the scroll she had and offered it to the sheriff. He slowly took the document. As he looked at it, his eyes went wide. “You killed Percy?” The shock in his voice was undeniable.

Quickly, he walked around her and went toward what looked like a small barracks-like building. “This way!” he called to her.

Minutes later Ana walked out of the building with a large satchel filled almost to bursting with two hundred and fifty pieces of gold. The best part was with her new power, it hardly even weighed her down.

I don’t understand. Wasn’t it supposed to be five hundred?

It would have been if she delivered the bandit alive. It was no big deal, though. She did it for revenge, not money.

It did feel good, didn’t it?

Suddenly she had a hard time standing up. The weight of the bag was not affecting her. It was…she was tired. She was getting sleepy.

What did you expect? You haven’t slept in over a year!

Of all the…! She hoped she remembered where she saw that inn. It took some determination, but she was walking, again. It took longer than she had hoped, but she finally found the place she was looking for.

Inside was the usual riff raff one would see in the morning. A small group of ne’er-do-wells either playing cards, drinking, or grabbing at the barmaid. Hell, a couple of them were doing all three. Thanks to the booze, the maid was not the only one grabbed.

As she walked by a table, one of the patrons wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her over to his side. “Hey, new girl! I’m telling you right now that I’m the – AAAGH!” He took one look at the scowl on her face and ran for the nearest corner. “NO EYES! SHE’S GOT NO EYES!”

In response, all eyes were on her and her helmet. Yes, it had no apparent holes where the eyes would normally be. This unnerved more than one patron.

Ana decided to ignore them and went to the counter where the quite nervous innkeeper stood. Reaching into her satchel, she grabbed a handful of gold coins and slapped them down in front of him. “I want a room for the week. I want all my meals delivered there everyday. Other than that I do not want to be disturbed. Ever. Understood?”

The innkeeper dumbly nodded, but otherwise did nothing.

After a few seconds, Ana started to get impatient. “Well?”

A few more seconds of no response later and she got got exasperated. “Show me to my room!” she shouted.

The poor innkeeper jumped, startled and motioned for the nearest serving girl barking out orders. “You heard the…uh…lady! Show her the merchants Ümraniye travesti suite!”

Moments later, the quite nervous server was all too happy to close the door behind her, leaving Ana alone in her room. It was quite a nice place. Plenty of room, a big bed, and most importantly, it was clean.

I wonder what kind of dreams you’ll have. Killing? Fucking? Both? Sleep well.

She ignored the demons taunts, and before she knew it, she had collapsed on the bed, her armor instantly gone and the money dropped haphazardly on the floor next to her. She did not even bother to pull the blanket over her as she quickly drifted off to sleep.

The next thing she knew she heard the door slowly open followed by the smell of roast beef. Feeling too groggy, she decided not to do anything, while the lunch was delivered. Then she felt a familiar emotion from this morning – the confusion.

It took a few seconds to put it together, but she realized the reason why: she was sleeping naked face down on top of the covers. Moreover, one leg was left dangling, offering whomever was watching a full view of her private area, glistening wet from her own unending arousal.

“It’s okay if you enjoy staring at me like that,” She said without opening her eyes, “but for gods’ sakes put the food down!” Startled, the maid quickly put the tray down on the table and ran out of the room.

The smell of the food and her stomach’s rumbling convinced her to finally get up. Too tired to stand (or was it too hungry? It had been a year since she last ate, too.), she crawled over to the table and and just sat there on the floor. Yes, there were chairs but she would not even bother with that. Instead, she just started grabbing the meat

Your first meal as a great warrior and here you are, naked and eating like a savage. So delightful! Even the maid can’t help but watch you.

Ana perked up and quickly turned to the door to her room and found it was open a crack. A split second later, it was closed again. After a somewhat tense moment, she just shrugged and went back to her meal.

*****

The young maid froze in fear in fear after closing the door. She desperately prayed to any god who would listen that the stranger would not take her soul. She was just curious about the other woman’s near-perfect body. Pale skin, shapely legs and bottom, a generous bosoms and sleek muscle tone.. what was she thinking staring like that!? Now she was caught and possibly even damned. Why? It was those eyes. Those horrifying pits of endles darkess that made up the woman’s eyes.

Again, she prayed for her immortal soul until she realized no one was coming through that door. Still she slowly snuck her way down the stairs and begged the innkeeper that he take the meals up from now on.

*****

You should probably fuck that girl, sometime. It would be fun.

Ana recalled Meerach telling her that no matter who she slept with, only true release came from the kill.

So kill her.

No way! Not an innocent person!

Then don’t kill her. You can still have fun fucking her. So would she, I bet.

Back in bed, Ana decided to try another, more provactive position to show the maid. She ended up falling asleep face up, legs spread wide open. Let her get a good look at her hairless treasure. Tease first, sex later.

Come to think of it, she had never had sex with anyone. Not even Meerach, for all his touches and lewd caresses, had penetrated her. Oh well, the maid would do for a start.

Something was different that evening. The same maid did some in, delivering dinner, but her demeanor had changed. She was audibly sobbing, and without opening her eyes Ana could tell the girl was shaking in fear. There was another thing: pain. She was in pain.

Ana quickly sat up and opened her eyes. “What’s wrong?” she asked with genuine concern.

Already dreading this moment, the poor girl dropped the tray and immediately bolted for the door. However, it only took step for her to trip and fall face first on the wooden floor. With then end near, she simply rolled herself up into a fetal position and and started wimpering for mercy.

Ana simply scratched her head in confusion.

That’s right! You haven’t looked yourself in a mirror, have you?

Still naked, Ana ignored Meerach and moved over to the frightened woman, crouching next to her. “Look,” she said softly, “I’m not Ümraniye travestileri going to hurt you.”

She reached out and gently touched the maid’s shoulder, eliciting a flinch. Sighing, she picked the tray up off ths floor and looked at the bottom. Seeing her face for the first time, she finally realzed the problem. “Ah, I see now,” she said, strangely unaffacted by her new eyes. “You know, I never got a chance to check myself out like this.”

Ana turned her attention back to the still balled-up maid and… noticed something else. Just above the back of her dress was a bit of red. Pulling the dress down some, she noticed several welts. She was whipped with a belt. That was the source of the pain Ana felt earlier.

Her armor instantly reappeared as she stood up and stepped to the door. “I’ll be right back.”

A few minutes later, Ana was back in her room with another tray with an extra helping of fruit and chugging down a pint of mead. Still, the maid was cured up and sobbing uncontrollably. “Damn girl!” she said. “What’s it going to take to convince you you’re safe!?”

She put the tray down on the table and crouched back down. “I… uh… convinced your boss to take it easier on you. I may have ‘let it slip’ I’d gut him if he ever tried to hurt you again.” Still no response from the maid.

It looks like she’s been broken. How delightful. Now you can fuck her however you want.

Ana just stood up and looked annoyed. At the demon, at the maid on the floor – she was too hungry and tired to deal with it all. Still, she could not just leave the girl there. Hell, some of the food she brought up was for her, as well.

At first, she left the maid there and had her supper. Maybe if she left her alone things would improve. No such luck. Not even a peep between sobs.

Having had enough, Ana just picked her off the floor and took her over to the bed, gently putting her down. The dress the maid wore was simple, worn out and all one piece, so she had to pull the whole thing up to take a look at her back. The girl offered no resistance, but stayed curled up the whole time.

Her back was not a pretty sight. There were no cuts or siany sign of blood, whatsoever, but there was plenty of welts and bruises. Maybe she should have gutted the innkeeper after all. It looked bad, but there was nothing that could be done about it, now. Ana simply left the maid lie there as she climed back into bed, naked once more and just flopped back to sleep.

It was quite a restful night, and Ana stirred to the sounds of various birds signaling the dawn. She opened her eyes to check to see if the maid had actually left. Instead, she was sitting on the side of the bed, no longer crying. Her arms were crossed to the point where it looked she was hugging herself.

Ana sat up and was about to say something, but was cut off. “I know you’re going to take my soul,” the maid said, not looking at Ana. “I-I know I deserve nothing else in this gods forsaken existence, so please,” She turned to look behind her, resignation written all over her face. “Please just make it quick.”

In one swift motion, Ana threw the maid on her back and straddled her, leaning towards her ear. “Silly girl,” she whispered. “As I said last night, I don’t want your your soul. Maybe your body for awhile, but your soul is quite safe.”

The maid stiffened again in fear. “P-please, I-I-I… your eyes scare me.”

“Then you might want to close your eyes,” Ana replied as she brought her lips close to the girl under her. “Because I have this terible urge to…”

Ana had never before even kissed a man, but now, in this bed, she was kissing another woman as if she had done so for centuries. Almost instantly, the maid started to relax as their lips came together. In fact, she started returning the kisses, though still frozen in place. She may have just been cooperating to get things over with, but Ana could smell her excitement, feel her passion building.

Abruptly, Ana rolled off and got up on her knees. “Sit up, so I can take your dress off.”

“But,” the maid asked, sitting up, but looking away from those eyes, “why me?”

Ana started pulling the maid’s skirt up, “What’s your name?”

“T-Tam.”

“Well, Tam. When I first arrived in town, I could sense a female appreciating my body from afar. Your reaction to me when you brought my lunch up, yesterday confirmed it.” She Travesti ümraniye stopped lifting the dress to place a tender kiss on Tam’s neck. “A woman wanted me. I’m as curious as you to see what it’s like.”

“Y-you mean…” Tam was interrupted as Ana lifted the dress over her head leaving only her bloomers. “But I’m just so plain.” Tam removed the rest of her clothing and turned around on her knees to show why.

The two women’s body types could have no less different. Ana’s body was everything the average woman could not be. She was slender, but well muscled including some slight definition to her abdominal muscles. Despite her build, her breasts were full and somehow defied gravity and included dark nipples that jutted proudly. Her bottom was well rounded and toned. Her skin, while almost as pale as a corpse, was flawless and smooth to the touch, showing no hair except the long raven black hair on her head.

Tam, on the other hand, found herself ashamed of her own. Her skin was covered in freckles from her head down to her shoulders. She was quite skinny, with rather small breasts and inverted nipples to boot. Her bottom was even flatter than her chest was. Auburn was her hair color, which was evident as well between her legs and under er arms. Her skin was its natural color, though small scars could be seen, especially across her back wher more than once, she had been beaten.

Ana smiled warmly and drew Tam into her embrace resting the girl’s head in her breasts. “Let me check something,” Ana said as she placed a hand on Tam’s womanhood.

What Ana saw was the life of an orphan sent from one family member to another, some of which had abused her. Because of it, Tam was no virgin. In fact the owner of the inn was her… cousin? It was not quite clear. What happened to Tam made her feel quite dirty. It was time to make her feel even dirtier… in a good sense… maybe.

Without warning, Ana shoved two fingers between her new lover’s lower lips. Tam gasped and was about to protest, but was silenced by Ana’s kiss. Slowly, but forcefully, Ana massaged Tam inside and soon, the girl’s hips were moving on their own. A few minutes later, Ana broke the kiss as Tam clinched around the fingers inside of her and gasped quietly.

When the spasms stopped, Ana withdrew her fingers and moved back a bit, letting a Tam compose herself. For a moment, the made just stayed there kneeling and panting, wondering just what happened. She had never experienced something so intense in her life and there was only one thing to say.

“More.”

Ana flopped back down on the mattress. “Maybe tonight,” she replied. “For now, I left you something to eat.” As an afterthought, she added. “And get my breakfast when you’re done.”

You know, when I said for you to fuck her, I meant for your own pleasure, not hers! I mean look at her! She’s pathetic! Just take what you want from her and be done with it!

The rest of the week went much more smoothly after that. During the day, Ana just slept and ate, while at night, Tam joined her in bed. Every night, the maid learned a new lesson in lovemaking, always snuggled in Ana’s arms and never leaving unsatisfied. True to the demon’s curse, however, Tam was the only one who was.

Everyone in the town talked in hushed whispers of what was going on with the stranger and why she was here so long. Outside of intimidating the innkeeper that first night, no one had seen her. Fortunately for Tam, no one was able to tell she had been consorting with the dark woman. Not even the innkeeper had thought to suspect something so scandalous.

Soon enough, though, the time came for Ana to leave. She woke up that morning, finding her friend suckling enthusiastically on her breasts. It turned out to be the one thing she almost regretted teaching her, since it happened so often. Gently she freed herself from the mouth and got up.

Tam was a little more than disappointed as a frown formed on her face. “Please don’t go,” she begged. “I need you.”

Ana was curt in her reply as her armor appeared and she heaved her sack of gold. “No you don’t. You don’t need a bitch like me who travels the world. What you do need is a good man to marry and have babies with so you don’t have to work in this hell, anymore.”

One last time, she kissed Tam tenderly and turned toward the door. “Just remember what I taught you, and no man will resist you in bed.” And with that, she walked out.

Congratulations! Your first broken heart. Now let’s finally find someone to kill!

It was midday when both Meerach got his wish fulfilled. A highwayman, tried to take Ana’s gold at knife point. No thoughts of sex plagued her mind the rest of the way to the next town… almost.

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Disposable Hero Ch. 05 Pt. 02 – An Angel Joins

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This is written with the intent of making it into a graphic novel so if something seems out of place it is because they are meant to be drawn.

Please enjoy the continuation of Henri’s adventure and without further ado.

*****

The next two days go that way as well, with Zilvra going hunting, Henri and Zyvin practicing magic. He had learned how to make a magic missile come out of his fingers well actually five of them, which he was told is very odd because normally you can only do one when you first learn and with more practice you can cast more, the odd thing was that these missiles were magical fire and packed more punch, of course, this led to a new rune on his body. When they headed back to get Zilvra and have their English lesson and walk Zyvin back to the farm, as long as Henri was between those two they didn’t fight with each other. Zilvra asked Henri to speak his language with her, he guessed she liked French and well she really didn’t have to ask him twice. As they got near the road they heard the thunder of hooves either that or a thunderstorm is just down the road, before Zilvra runs into the woods for cover Henri hands her his Mk-18 and his pistols keeping the swords on him. He sees a banner on the road and coming closer to them was about forty men on horseback with what looks like wings on their backs, in a way they remind him of samurai from an old Japanese movie with their Daimyo’s banner on their backs. He watched awestruck as the lead man sees him and rides up, Henri got off the road as they lower their lances and asked who He was or at least that was what he would ask but realized he had forgotten to put his ring on.

More riders get closer, he looked and saw Zilvra with her bow trained on the one in front of him. A female voice pointed to him and said something, Henri didn’t know what, he tried to put the ring on, she saw him trying to pull something out and pointed her saber at his heart. He tried to mime that he didn’t understand her without the ring, she wasn’t buying it so Henri started to speak his native French and again pointed to the ring, she relented as he put it on.

She asked, “Who are you?”

He replied, “Henri Bordeaux a caravan guard, the owner of this farm Mikhail asked us to check up on his family, while he was in the village down the road.”

Henri heard some wagons getting closer, he could hear talking and more horses, Henri thinks, ‘this has to Mikhail just how many horses did he buy.’

He heard the familiar sound of Mikhail saying, “That’s him the man who can’t ride a horse.”

He looked over and saw Mikhail talking to some man, with what looks like a top lock and wearing a white shirt that has red embroidery as well as blue pantaloons and a sword at his side. The lances came up and the woman asked Mikhail if he knew Henri, he nodded and told her just what Henri had. As his wagon went by another wagon passed with a tall woman who looked very frail with red hair and green eyes. She stopped her wagon, got out, ran to him, grabbed his left hand and placed it on her head. Henri tried to get her to stand up and look at him she looked like a very tall elf about Zilvra’s height now. The man who was talking to Mikhail came riding up and jumped off his horse and asked questioningly to the elf what was going on. All she told him was that Henri was the one, she repeated this several times, he looked at Henri slack-jawed and did the same thing she did but with his other hand, Henri wanted to run but he had a bad feeling that they would chase him if he did. Henri pulled him up and looked him in the eye, he looked tough and more than capable in a fight. He and the other elf fell to the ground at Henri’s feet, this was very annoying for Henri and every time he tried to get them to look at him they would look at the ground.

The elf woman’s friend sounded oddly proud when he said, “We must not look upon the guardian, only the chosen are allowed that and we were not chosen.”

The woman on the horse with angel wings looked at Henri in disbelief and the men with her do the same, he looked at her and shrugged his shoulders.

Henri had had enough and said, “Stand up you’re a man and I’m a man and men look each other in the eyes or I can never trust you.”

The man at Henri’s feet doesn’t move and neither did this elf woman, what the fuck was their problem Henri thinks, ‘I am still just a man and they are acting like I am a god or something.’

Henri thought quickly and had an epiphany as he said, “How do you know that you weren’t chosen to see me and tell the others that I truly am here? I am sure people would doubt you if you told them, right?”

They looked at each other and stood but had a hard time looking at him, honestly, this was fucking annoying for Henri. The woman with wings got off her horse and started talking to the bald man with a braided lock on the top of his head. She was still dumbfounded as she asked who Henri was, Pendik travesti Henri can tell that she couldn’t believe they were doing this and well that made two of them. The man turned and told the winged woman, that he was the one she was seeking.

Getting a better look at her it dawns on Henri just who she was as he thinks, ‘oh shit she is the one from my dream the one watching the battle in the valley below.’

She looks at Henri who thought she didn’t believe them and said sounding very unsure, “You’re the guardian?”

Zyvin was shocked at the sight of a horseman and a wild elf on the ground kneeling before Henri.

Henri managed a nod more than a little lost as she continued, “Are Ivan and Kinʹ Pisni there really from another world? Are you really from another world?”

Zyvin answered for him saying, “He is a horseman, yes? She is a wild elf.” This woman just nodded and Zyvin continued, “They are from another world, his they left 5000 years ago after the last conjunction. He is from a world called Earth, which will be our home as well now.”

Henri felt compelled to re-introduce himself again and said extending his hand, “Private Henri Bordeaux USMC from the planet Earth.”

He yelled into the woods for Zilvra to get his stuff and bring it here, he sure hope she doesn’t do something stupid like shoot one of them.

The Angel in front of him asked as her hand goes to her sword, “Who was that for?”

Henri just said, “My companions number four so far and if what he says is true then I guess you will make five. By the way, what is with the wings on you and the others?”

She explained and he thought she might have felt insulted he didn’t know who they were, “We are The Knights of the Ride and I am their commander Brynhild Sleipnirsson the only child of Greve Porr Sleipnirsson”

She was as tall as Zilvra and looked suited to fighting, her armor was like nothing Henri had ever seen, and it had a helm with a brim like a baseball cap and had an open face with a guard that came over the nose. Flaps that went over the ears with holes on each side, she had a piece that covered her chest and guards that came down to her elbow she wore chain mail shirt to cover any areas like her elbows, she had bracers below her elbow, greaves to protect her shins up to her knees and a saber at her side.

After a few minutes he heard Zilvra shout from the trees, he was glad she had kept her head. Henri walked over and she handed him the assault rifle and he holstered up his weapons, he explained that the men on the horses might be with them and for her to head back and he would come and get all of them and they would probably be moving if all went well. She agreed and headed back, Henri thanked god he wasn’t looking forward to any misunderstandings now. As he walked back he slung his rifle over his shoulder and marched back.

Brynhild asked what he was carrying and he told her proof he wasn’t from here, Henri drew his pistol and aimed for a fence post near the road, fired and looked at her. She just smiled reached into her bag and pulled out a black powder pistol and did the same asking what the big deal was. He slung his rifle off his shoulder and hit the post about fifty meters away and emptied the clip while slapping another in place and ceased firing. She looked on in shock, he explained that his people had developed technology instead of magic and if he wanted her and her men dead they would have been before they could have gotten close enough to attack him.

Henri walked over to a very shocked Mikhail and said, “I’m sorry for not telling you, but I thought you would think me mad. I would like to call you a friend if you can forgive me for lying to you.”

Mikhail said still shocked by his little display, “You’re probably right. If I hadn’t heard what I just heard and saw what I just saw I would probably think you had gone mad, I can’t argue with what I have seen though.”

As they walked up the drive towards Mikhail’s house, Brynhild removed her helm and her long blond hair came crashing down. She was as tall as Zilvra was now and had blue eyes, she carried herself like someone used to giving orders. Henri couldn’t say she wasn’t attractive but after who knows how long on the road can anybody truly look good. Valkirya ran out to greet her father and to show what she had learned from him. Brynhild saw her stance and her moves and pointed out that a saber is best used from the back of the horse and with only one hand. Valkirya mentioned that Henri was her teacher and that he fought with two hands.

Brynhild looked at him and wanted to see for herself, Henri thought, ‘oh great know a person of five f-in minutes and they want to fight.’

After some prodding, Henri agreed and set the rules so that the first to land what would be a hit wins, not that he thought he would but hell even a blind dog could find a bone. Henri knew she was holding all the cards and got ready for a quick strike to end this quickly in Pendik travestileri a long fight she would most likely win after all she was used to fighting with a sword. She drew her sword and Henri took his stance she had a very shocked look on her face, he guessed she had never seen this stance. As she charged in Henri drew and cut and sheathed in one motion, with her sword on the ground and his back at his side he asked if she wanted to call it a draw.

She nodded and grilled Henri on how he could do that so fast, honestly if she hadn’t charged in he would have been toast but she made the cardinal mistake and underestimated him. Henri told her that she should ask Zilvra about how well he could use his sword. She turned to ask Zyvin, who told her that was the name of our other companion and looked at Henri nervously. Henri pulled Brynhild to the side and explained that they were going to get the other member of their group and asked for her sword and pistol. Henri asked Mikhail if they could use his farm until they were ready to leave, Mikhail agreed with everything settled he asked Brynhild to join him and only her.

She agreed and when they got into the woods Henri asked for her weapons and said he didn’t want any problems. She complied begrudgingly and when they came to the camp she understood why he had taken her weapons as she saw about a dozen Drow come out of a cave. He handed her weapons to Zilvra and asked her to watch Brynhild. They hitched the lizards and Henri changed into his fatigues figuring no need to pretend to be something he wasn’t anymore.

When they came up the drive Henri saw the looks of shock from the people on the farm, because of who they were traveling with. Brynhild tried to convince her men to stand down but they weren’t listening we had a bit of a standoff till Zyvin got them to trust us with the help of Ivan and his wife. Henri turned to Zilvra and her family and told them that any problems with any of these people they bring to him and those people will answer to him, the same went for them as well. Henri knew there is strength in numbers and well Zilvra might be useful in the daylight but her family was useless in daylight for now.

Henri put Zilvra’s family and the other Drow in the barn it had the least direct light so they wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. He had the rest in the bunkhouse and set watches with Brynhild to see if she would agree, once they had agreed on watches he headed off to get some sleep on the front porch. Henri had Ivan and his wife trying to help him like he was a cripple or something, he got that from his father who had people doing things for him and hated it. Henri really just wanted to be alone and he didn’t need servants, he liked to be alone and the best part of being around Zilvra and her family is that they wanted nothing to do with him if they could help it. Henri fell asleep on the veranda with what felt like a million eyes on him, Henri was sure that a great discussion was being held about him by all the interested parties.

The next morning Henri got up and headed to get Valkirya for our lesson to find her practicing with Brynhild. He saw Mikhail watching and asked him how he got these many people to come here Henri had to admit this was not how he wanted things to go but they would have strength in numbers and would have guides who knew the way.

Mikhail said, “When he got into town he saw Ivan and asked him if he would be willing to teach you how to ride?” Henri nodded as he continued, “The woman teaching my daughter found it odd that you didn’t know how to ride a horse since around here a horse is a must and asked where my farm was.”

Henri said, “And?”

Mikhail replied, “When I told them that you were a caravan guard needing horses because the Dwarves and Underearth gave you lizards. She explained that there was no trade route out of Underearth and that Dwarves use a small draft animal that can pull a great deal and they would have given you those. She thought you might be brigands or slavers and wanted to accompany me back and if you weren’t then Ivan would sell horses to you but he didn’t have time to teach you, I guess that has changed now.”

Henri saw Ivan waving at him and as Henri walked over to him, Ivan grabbed Henri, Ivan’s face beaming with pride. They walked to where they had tied their horses together, Ivan pointed out a horse and told Henri that was his horse and that it was Ivan’s fastest, Henri thanked Ivan and told Ivan that he didn’t know how to ride, Ivan told Henri that Brynhild would teach him if Henri took her with him. Henri wanted to say no but he knew he needed to learn to ride it would be much faster than walking. Henri told Ivan that she would have to swear an oath to him.

Ivan called her over and explained the deal and she asked what kind of oath she had to swear and why. Henri explained that both Zyvin and Zilvra had both sworn and that they received my mark when they held my sword and swore. He also told her that Travesti pendik this was probably the only way to get them through the gate until he opened the other one on Earth. She said that she would swear the oath, Henri could tell she was coming to grips with this absurdity just like he was. Henri called Zyvin and Zilvra over and had them witness as Brynhild made the same oath they had sworn, It still didn’t feel right with them swearing loyalty to him. Henri also swore to all of them that he would do all that he could to keep them safe and wouldn’t ask anything from them that he wouldn’t do himself. As their commander, Henri felt he owed them that much.

Henri had one more person to make swear loyalty to him and headed off to the barn explaining that the priestess in there was part of our group. Brynhild looked at him lost, she knew that priestesses got their power from their god or goddess and that was where her loyalty lay. As Henri entered the barn he saw Belar lost in thought like she had been, ever since she connected with his child. He saw Rikton studying them, he was the closest Drow Henri had ever come to trust, Henri had asked Rikton about it and he told Henri that he had read a lot about the surface culture and was just repeating it. Zilvra’s father was getting better being in the light and was even helping Mikhail to maximize his inventory so he could profit more. Her mother kept watch over Belar and seemed to accept that the future of her family was in the sun.

Henri walked up to Dirzune wanting to put this to bed once and for all and asked, “You were chosen to be my companion, weren’t you? And that is why you weren’t involved in the attack on their house.” As Henri pointed in the direction of Belar and her mother.

She said very plainly which he found disturbing, “Yes, I had the dream of protecting you and it was my house that Mica lead against you. I took my two youngest and left, with the man I love.”

Henri asked lost again that she would admit to being in love, “Why didn’t you tell us, I would have been more inclined to trust you. I thought love was a weakness to the Drow.”

Brynhild asked trying to understand, “Why do you call them Drow? We call them night elves because they always attack at night, as well as their skin being the color of midnight.”

Henri said hoping this would make sense to her, “Because that is there name, just like I am French and you are… What would you be?”

Brynhild said very proudly, “I am a Captain of Knights of the Ride and heir to the lands of Translesya. If I might add your loyal companion as well.”

Henri could see that she was serious about that and turned back to Dirzune and said, “I will welcome you into my group if you swear before me and your goddess that you will obey. Before you do that know this, your spells will come from me and not from your goddess, or at least that is what I have been told. So crossing me would leave you without any of your powers do you understand? And do you accept?”

He could see her thinking about the impact of this decision and finally, she said, “I understand and accept”

Henri unsheathed his Katana and had her swear just like the others as she grabbed the Katana she shook violently and feel to her knees none of the others had this happen something was strange about this.

He asked honestly worried that he may have killed her or something, “Are you alright?”

She stood handed back my Katana and said, “I will, the connection to my goddess has been cut tomorrow I will be fine, I hope.”

Henri told both of them that they would be learning one of the languages of his planet so they won’t be so dependent on him or on this ring. He also took the time to do the same with Belar but he didn’t feel it was needed, because she was pregnant and he knew he couldn’t take her into the war zone that they were going to be going to.

Henri didn’t know why but the more he got involved the more he felt this would end badly. Henri felt like this would end with the deaths of these women and he couldn’t stand being near them or building the connections needed to survive. Henri would learn what he must from them and would do what he must to keep them alive. Henri wanted no more of the letters, the bags, or the tags and no more losing people like Mother.

After watching them today and having three more swear to him. Henri looked out over the men that are under her command he could see how much she meant to each one of them and Henri couldn’t stand the smiles and laughter it made his skin crawl. As Henri walked off to the woods where he was living for the past week he had come to understand that he couldn’t be around these people they were not his people and they never would be. Henri walked over to the waterfall and curled up near the fall and fell asleep.

When Henri woke up he climbed into the water and cleaned his fatigues and himself getting dressed. Henri cleaned his weapons and took inventory of his stuff. He walked back to the farm, was greeted by Mikhail who saw his wet head and asked where he had gone Henri told Mikhail of the waterfall. He asked where his student was and Mikhail said she was with Brynhild. Henri walked around back and saw Brynhild training Valkirya and it looked like she was enjoying herself.

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Death and Glory

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It began with a series of beautiful, tall, muscular women appearing suddenly in the hinterlands. None of them was shorter than 6-foot-4, and the height ranged up to 6-foot-11. Fifteen sightings were confirmed in the United States within a week. More appeared worldwide: five in Africa, six in Asia, 12 in Europe, seven in Russia, nine in South America. Three even showed up in Canada, and three more in Central America. None of them were near cities, and when initially questioned by locals, it was, “Oh, we just moved into the neighborhood.”

That explanation didn’t hold up for long, as none of them had ID’s. They did, however, all have odd-looking computerized hand-held devices that they would point at the male humans they encountered. They would repeatedly shake their heads at the results. No explanation was forthcoming.

Finally, one of them scanned me and did something different. She smiled at the result of the scan on her device. Then something very odd happened. The song “I Ran (So Far Away)” by A Flock Of Seagulls began playing [it sounded like it was coming from her device,] and I stood and stared at her. “I didn’t know those things played music.”

“They don’t,” she responded. “Only this one song. Is it a song you like?” I nodded. “Good. Let us listen.”

As the words “A beam of light comes shining down on you” emerged from the device, a beam of pure green light actually DID come shining down on me. A similar beam of violet light shone on her, and I felt my body being lifted off the ground. “What the…?” I gaped, open-mouthed.

“A magnetic substance has been deposited on us,” she replied. “A powerful electromagnet is pulling us upwards against the force of gravity. Electromagnetic forces, as you know, are much, much stronger than gravitational forces.” I nodded again. “We will finish our rise soon.”

In a moment, I entered what seemed to be a small cloud, but I very soon found a spaceship hidden within. “Whoa! Alien space-babe, is this for real?”

By now we were inside the ship. A panel in the bottom closed. Lights on the ceiling lit up the corridor. “Very real.”

“Why?”

“I’d like to give you the standard spiel about some dread disease wiping out all our men, but the truth is that we’re all scientists performing an experiment. We have plenty of men of our species on our home planet, but Thk’shaan decided to see if we could mate with your species. That’s what the scanners were for, to find some male with a compatible genetic makeup.”

“Who’s Thk’shaan?”

“Our leader. Oh, I’m Blt’meehk.”

“I’m Anteros, which means ‘mutual love’.”

“We will call you Fhk’diimv. That is the male name with the equivalent meaning in our language.”

“Fair enough.” I gave Blt’meehk my best smile.

“Oh, yeah,” Blt’meehk giggled. “One more thing to do.” She stripped, then removed my clothes for incineration. “We won’t be needing these.”

The ship zipped around and within the hour all the females had been picked up. I was surrounded by naked aliens. Thk’shaan proved to be a brunette. “So, you Üçyol travesti are the one whose genes are compatible with ours.” She examined my body from all angles, walking around. “H’mmmm… I think you’ll suffice for the task.”

“When do we start?” I giggled, ogling Thk’shaan’s marvelous body.

“Patience, Fhk’diimv,” Thk’shaan replied. “As the saying goes on your planet, good things come to those who wait.”

There was a hissing sound from my right, and a hypodermic needle slammed into my right shoulder, apparently fired from a dart gun. The full syringe of fluid flowed into my bloodstream, and in seconds I was unconscious.

When I awoke, I was standing straight up, spread-eagled, my arms fully extended… 2 feet off the floor. What appeared to be beams of energy were coming from the floor and ceiling, surrounding my wrists and ankles. I didn’t feel like I was restrained at all, although there was a slight warmth where the beams looped around my skin. I couldn’t move my limbs even a millimeter.

“It’s only been 3 minutes,” Thk’shaan grinned. “A drug similar to your planet’s lidocaine.” Various women, all naked, bustled around me, touching me with instruments, drawing blood samples and inserting things in my various orifices. The process didn’t last very long. All the collected samples were put onto a large tray and a mechanical device lifted the tray vertically into an opening in the ceiling. “Our analyzer will have the results momentarily.”

Blt’meehk returned with a strip of computer print-out. Thk’shaan studied it briefly and smiled. Two devices were attached, one to my scrotum with a small tube that went into me, and one into my rear opening. “Your bodily wastes will be disposed of before they ever leave your body,” Thk’shaan explained. She gestured for me to open my mouth, and she poured a vial of odd-smelling but not unpleasant fluid into it. I swallowed it all. “Nutrition for your body. Now, the experiment begins.”

Thk’shaan herself would be the first alien to try me out, I discovered. She gestured, and my body was rotated so that I was lying in the air horizontally, about 40 inches off the ground. Thk’shaan wrapped her hand around my pecker and quickly stroked it to hardness. I moaned softly. She leaned down to kiss me, and as she parted her lips, her tongue snaked out and met mine. It was forked like a snake’s tongue, too. I imagined it running over my pecker, and got even harder.

She broke the kiss, removed her hand from around me, and lowered her chest to my face. I obediently began suckling her nipple. I felt some fluid squirt into my mouth. “Our mating milk,” she explained. “You will now stay fully erect until you ejaculate.” I switched my mouth to her other breast, then alternated between the two for a bit. Sure enough, my pole was harder than it had ever been even though I wasn’t being touched.

Thk’shaan shifted her position, lowering her slit towards my face. It opened up like a flower and I could see a horde of tiny, wriggling tentacles seeking attention. I extended Üçyol travestileri my tongue, and as she finished lowering herself, the tentacles grasped at my tongue and swarmed it. Her sexy moans made me quiver. Then I felt her tongue on my pole, and I gasped with pleasure.

“You are skilled, Fhk’diimv,” Thk’shaan husked. I was unable to respond, as the tentacles were now swarming all over my mouth and tongue. The taste of her was sweet and slightly tangy. I tried to swirl my tongue within her. It wasn’t as easy as it would have been with a human, as the tentacles tended to resist the movement, but I was able to accomplish it. Thk’shaan laced her forked tongue up and down along my shaft, making me shudder.

A sticky, hot fluid seeped through the mass of tentacles and into my mouth as Thk’shaan’s body violently spasmed. Her legs locked around my head. When her climax was finished, she relaxed her legs and lifted herself off of me. She repositioned her body so that her slit was directly above my swollen pole.

I smiled encouragingly, and Thk’shaan slowly enveloped my pecker with her slit. The tentacles were everywhere, and driving me wild. “Oh my,” I managed to pant. Thk’shaan didn’t need to slide up and down. She simply fully lowered herself onto me and let the tentacles do the job of stimulating me. My voice became an incoherent babble interspersed with gasping moans.

“Now to finish you, Fhk’diimv,” Thk’shaan purred. I felt one of the tentacles slide through the opening at the head of my cock and go inside me. I could feel it wriggling as it slithered into my balls. “There we are,” she husked. “I will extract all your sperm now.” The tentacle withdrew, and I felt my fluids being milked from my trapped cock. It felt good… but very different than anything I’d ever experienced.

Thk’shaan climaxed with me, then removed herself from me. “Our analyzer indicates it will take 20 minutes for your body to be ready for more, as you call it on your planet, lovemaking. You may rest for that interval.”

20 minutes didn’t seem like much time. Sure, my pole might be able to get hard again at that point, but would I have anything left in terms of cum? I let my eyes close. Seemingly in a blink, the time was up and another sexy alien was ready to extract my genetic material.

This one was a redhead. “I am Ljk’huumd,” she said by way of greeting, before kissing me. When her lips parted from mine, my rod was rising. “I hope you will perform equally well for me, Fhk’diimv.”

“Let’s find out,” I replied. Ljk’huumd placed my pole between her breasts to get it hard before feeding me the shot of mating milk. She had me kiss much more of her than Thk’shaan had. I used my tongue on her neck, chest, belly, lower legs, upper legs, back and butt cheeks before licking her tentacled pussy. After climaxing several times using my tongue, she mounted me and climaxed several more times before using her ass to finish me. Her bumhole didn’t have tentacles, but the tight fit made me climax quickly.

I was washed Travesti üçyol and fed again, then suspended horizontally and given a chance to sleep. Three or four alien babes tried me out each successive day, until I had been intimate with all the crew members. Thk’shaan then ordered them all to finish me with their pussy the second time through the lineup, so that they had a deposit of my genetic material in their reproductive system. “We don’t get pregnant the way you humans do,” she explained. “We can consciously choose to send an egg out and have it be penetrated by your sperm… which is kept in a hidden pouch within our uterus and stored, fully potent, indefinitely.” I nodded. “Then, once conception has been initiated, the embryo is transferred to the incubator room, and after it is developed the computer raises it to adulthood… which takes about 5 of your years. We then stay reproductively functional and as fully mature adults, both physically and mentally, for the rest of our lifetime. How old do you think I am?”

I looked her up and down. “36 of my years?”

She shook her head, laughing. “Try 456 of your years. There’s not a member of my crew that isn’t at least 330 of your years old.”

“I’m only 24 years old,” I laughed. “I guess that makes me the young ‘un on this ship.”

Thk’shaan nodded. “That is so, Fhk’diimv.” She smiled. “And now for one last test. I’d like to see if you can pleasure us all consecutively without a break.” She injected me with a syringe of blue liquid. “This will keep your penis erect even after ejaculation.”

All sixty of the crew drew a number and lined up against the wall. The first five were no problem. By

5 I was very tired. By
3 I was exhausted to the point of almost passing out on the spot. Blt’meehk had drawn

0, and when she finally reached me I felt like I was literally going to die from overexertion. But what a way to go, I thought.

Thk’shaan suddenly put a large box around my head and told me to close my eyes. There was a flash of light and a humming sound, then nothing. She removed the box and gestured for Blt’meehk to have her turn. I could feel the energy leaving my extremities and being focused first in my core, than solely in my penis. As Blt’meehk approached climax, I knew it was my time. “For death and glory!” I panted. I ejaculated into her as she climaxed, and the world turned black.

An unknown amount of time later, I awoke. I looked down at myself. My body looked… different. I was much taller, better muscled, and my pecker was longer and thicker than I remembered it being.

“Hello, Fhk’diimv,” came Blt’meehk’s voice. “Your human body failed right as you finished the final experiment. Thk’shaan recorded your brain state and imprinted it onto your new body. She used your sperm and one of her eggs to create it, and you have been kept unconscious for 18 of your years while you grew physically. The cross-breed doesn’t grow as fast as our pure species.”

“What now, Blt’meehk?” I inquired.

“Our experiments are over,” she smiled. “The results were radioed in years ago. But you are on a ship with 60 naked women that’ll take 30 years to reach the nearest one of our planetary outposts. I’m sure you can think of something you want to do…”

I reached for her naked body. “I think it’ll be a fun 30 years.”

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Emily on the Road

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The weather outside Castle Elid was sunny and warm, the sky marked by a scattering of fluffy clouds. The heat felt somehow soft, unlike what Emily was accustomed to in her own world–the prickling scorch of Earth’s sun was strangely absent. Whether this was down to the nature of this world or the protection of the Stoneshell, Emily had a feeling that she would not need to worry about sunburn. Some consolation for a naked girl on a long journey.

Once the initial shock of stepping out into the open wore off, Emily walked calmly, arms swinging at her sides, boots crunching on the dirt path. The feeling of sun against almost every inch of her skin was a new but not wholly unwelcome sensation. It was a very surreal, dreamlike experience, overall, though a knot of tension remained in Emily’s throat and would spike every time there was a bend in the road, lest another traveler appear behind it.

After some miles, Emily realized she hadn’t eaten anything since arriving in this world. Her stomach growled fiercely, and she placed a hand on it, feeling weak and light-headed. “I’m starved.”

“Ah yes,” said Aria. “Flesh requires food. Let me see… over there, a Starvine bush!”

Emily’s eyes followed Aria’s gesture to a small bush by the side of the road, its branches heavy with clusters of big, gleaming purple berries. She raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Are you sure they’re not poisonous?”

“Certainly not!” Aria scoffed. “Don’t you have Starvine berries in your world?”

Emily shook her head.

“Then you’re in for a treat, my dear Emily! They were one of my favourite things to eat, back when I had need of food.”

“I don’t know,” replied Emily, “I’ve never eaten anything that glowed like that before…”

“The glow is what gives them their divine sweetness!”

Emily’s stomach growled again, and that decided the matter. She plucked a berry from the bush and rolled it between her fingers. It was smooth to the touch, and once plucked, its steady glow became a pulse.

“Oh how I envy you!” cried Aria, staring intently at the berry between Emily’s fingers. “What I would give to taste a Starvine berry again…”

Emily took a cautious bite. Sweetness burst onto her tongue, followed by a tart, spicy quality with an earthy undertone. “This is delicious!” she said, before finishing off the berry in a second bite. She could feel energy spreading to every part of her body.

Purple berry juices dripped down Emily’s chin and stained her fingers as she wolfed down another three berries. As she was reaching for a fourth, Aria stopped her. “Too many Starvine berries can make you sick.”

“I’ll take some for the road, then,” Emily replied, plucking another berry. “Just… oh, I guess I don’t have anywhere to put them.”

“I’ll carry them for you,” Aria said, taking the berry from Emily and dropping it down the front of her gown.

“I miss being able to do that,” Emily replied, glancing down at her bare breasts.

With Emily’s hunger sated, the two travelers continued their journey. In the late afternoon, the wind started to pick up. At first, the sudden coolness of the light breeze was refreshing, but as the wind continued to strengthen, it whipped Emily’s hair into a wild inferno. She found herself constantly blinking and spitting, swiping away the long strands every few steps.

After one such futile swipe, she caught sight of the hairband still encircling her wrist. Swiftly, she gathered up her chestnut-brown locks and twisted them into a hasty bun, snapped into place with the tie. Finally, her vision was clear and her face free of constant tickling. But with all her hair piled up on top of her skull, the sensations of the wind against the skin of her shoulders and neck were a fresh reminder of her nudity.

“What a marvellous device!” Aria said, and it took Emily a moment to realize that she was referring to the hair tie. “How it grows and shrinks in your fingers!”

Emily chuckled. “It’s great for windy days like this, but it does make me feel a tad more… exposed.”

Aria’s soft laughter blended with the howl of the wind.

Some time later, when the wind had relented and the pair’s shadows were growing longer in the approaching dusk, Aria pointed out a dark shape on the horizon. “Someone approaches!”

Emily squinted at the distant shape, which was slowly growing larger. It appeared to be a horse-drawn caravan. If she looked really closely, she could just about make out the shadow of a man sitting at its front.

“That looks like the traveling merchant we’ve been awaiting,” said Aria. “What luck! Emily?”

In a flash of pale skin, Emily had darted backwards and was now crouching behind Aria’s marble form. “I can’t let him see me like this!” she squealed.

“Oh, yes, of course,” said Aria. “I will stay rooted to this spot and you may hide yourself behind me.” Aria spread her arms out at her sides, causing her marble gown to drape. “We’ll explain the situation and have you in a dress and cloak in no time!”

“Thanks porna Aria,” said Emily, blushing as the caravan came ever closer, its wheels and the clip-clop of horse’s hooves now audible.

Before long, it was possible to make out the details of the traveling merchant’s face. He was an older man, though still quite handsome, with a head of gray hair and a neat gray beard which framed strong brown eyes set into a lined face. A curious air came over his complexion as he approached what to him must have appeared to be a marble statue curiously placed in the middle of the road.

A shiver ran down Emily’s spine. She’d been embarrassed once she’d learned that the statues in the castle were alive, but that had been tempered somewhat by the strangeness of the situation and their relative inhumanity. Now that a flesh-and-blood human being was almost in spitting distance, this embarrassment was renewed and magnified tenfold. Here she was, completely naked in the middle of a country road, about to ask a strange older man for a dress she could wear. But first, she would need to get his attention.

“Hi there!” Emily squeaked, standing on tip-toes to poke her head over the much taller Aria’s arm. She waved her arms over her head, and this seemed to catch the man’s attention. “Please! Don’t come any closer!”

The man made eye contact with Emily, and it was all she could do to keep herself from ducking back behind Aria and curling into a fetal position. Even though only her head was visible to the merchant, she could feel every inch of her exposed skin as he held her gaze.

“G’d afternoon, ma’am,” the man said, speaking in a slow drawl. “How may I be of service?”

“Hail and well met!” said Aria. “Might you be a traveling merchant?”

At this, the merchant almost leaped off his seat. “A talking statue! What in the world?!”

Emily smiled at his shock. Clearly talking statues weren’t all that much more common in this world than in her own.

“My name is Lady Aria of Castle Elid,” said Aria. “Many years ago, I was cursed by a mage to inhabit this body of stone for all eternity. I wish you no harm.”

The man scratched the back of his head and sat in contemplation for a while. Then his face broke out in a grin. “Those mages, right bastards the lot of ’em. I met one in the last town who wasn’t happy with the price I gave him for his home-grown cabbages. Enchanted my coin purse over it! I had pieces of silver jumping around like grasshoppers! Lucky it only lasted a day…”

Aria contemplated the dirt. “Yes, it is a profession often undertaken by those of a capricious nature.”

“You can say that again!”

A moment of silence passed as the man silently observed the sad, contemplative talking statue and the human girl hiding behind her. It could hardly have escaped his notice that both were quite beautiful. “It’s a pleasure to make the acquaintance of two lovely ladies,” he said. “The name’s Brevin. I’m a traveling merchant.”

“Excellent!” cried Aria, the melancholy disappearing instantly from her marble features. “Might you have some ladies’ garments among your fine wares? My companion Emily is in need of a new wardrobe.”

Brevin stroked his bearded chin. “I have a fine selection of outfits to dazzle the eye and delight the skin. If Miss Emily would be so good as to step this way, we can pick something out.”

Emily blushed. “Well, uh, actually… the thing is…”

Brevin dismounted the front of his cart and stood a few feet from Aria, cocking a curious eyebrow.

“My companion is in desperate need of clothing because she does not currently have any,” said Aria.

Emily smiled weakly, blushing again. She rose up slightly more on her toes, just enough to expose a single bare shoulder.

“Oh!” exclaimed Brevin, eyes widening. “Begging your pardon then. I’ll go fetch some things from the back and hand them over.”

“Thank you!” Emily squealed.

“It’s a pleasure doing business,” said Brevin. “Heh, you ladies sure are lucky I came along. Just bought this stock too.”

“An act of Providence,” said Aria.

Brevin disappeared around the side of the caravan, his footsteps muffled on the soft ground. Aria turned her gaze towards Emily, a sweet smile carved into her marble face. “What wondrous luck!”

Emily sighed, the tension in her body releasing slightly as she leaned against Aria’s cool stone form. “Keep yourself between us. He seems kind, but I don’t want to flash him.”

“Of course.” Aria puffed out her chest and spread her arms wider than before. “You won’t have to worry about your modesty for too much longer.”

Sounds of clattering and ruffling echoed from the other side of the caravan, interspersed with Brevin’s low muttering. These were followed by footfalls, and Brevin re-emerged with a large pile of fabrics. It was all Emily could do to stop herself from salivating at the sight. He placed the bundle on the ground and took a few steps back before turning around. “I’ve brought a few options for you to choose anal porno from. At least one should be both your size and to your liking. I’ll not look while you fetch the garments, ma’am.”

Emily peeked out from behind Aria, her eyes darting between the pile of clothing and Brevin’s back. “Thank you, she whispered, before scampering out from behind her statue friend, snatching up the bundle, which was almost too big for her to get her arms around, and backtracking in a half-crouch. Brevin did not budge.

“Let me know when you’re decent,” Brevin said. “Take all the time you need.”

The feeling of soft fabric against her skin was immensely comforting after Emily’s hours of nudity. It was with some reluctance that she released the bundle of clothing and laid it out before her.

Brevin had brought her a selection of shifts, corsets, petticoats, dresses and cloaks of different colors. After contemplating her options for a moment, Emily decided to keep things simple and picked out a white shift and a dress of deep burgundy.

Slipping the shift over her head, Emily felt an immediate sense of relaxation. Though she was still in a strange land, far away from home, the sensation of fabric against her skin brought some sense of normality.

The shift was fitted, but not overly tight. The hemline came just past her knees and its long sleeves almost covered her hands. Back in her own world, she had regularly worn full outfits that showed more skin than this, and it was a mere undergarment.

Apart from its rich color, the burgundy dress was simple and plain, with a hemline that almost trailed on the ground, coming to rest against the tops of Emily’s boots. Feeling slightly overdressed, but giddy at the prospect of further covering her poor, overexposed flesh, she picked out a matching cloak to complete the outfit. She would leave the hood down for now.

Step one, get some clothing. Check. Now she could focus on step two, finding her way home. Thoughts of the adventure ahead of her, with her mysterious and elegant friend Aria by her side, stirred something in her blood. Now that she was properly attired, she would face the world of Thessolan head-on.

Emily stepped out from behind Aria and did a small twirl to show off her outfit. “What do you think?” she asked.

“Beautiful,” said Aria. “Your outfit makes me long for the days when I too wore colorful clothing.”

“You can look now, Mr Brevin!” called Emily, a beaming grin overtaking her face.

Brevin slowly turned and smiled as he saw Emily properly for the first time. “A perfect fit. You’re a vision, Miss Emily.”

“All thanks to you!”

“Just doing business.” Brevin walked past Emily, still enraptured with her new outfit, and gathered up the clothing she hadn’t chosen, his careful merchant’s eye noting what was missing. “Now, that will be two silver for the dress, one for the shift and one silver eight copper for the cloak. Four-eight is your total.”

Emily’s face fell. A small voice in the back of her mind had been nagging her about the problem of money, but she’d done her best to ignore it in her desperation to get clothes. She darted over to Aria and looked her pleadingly in the eyes, but was met with an embarrassed and apologetic grin.

“I… have not had much occasion to deal with money,” Aria said softly. “My sister always handled those matters for both of us.”

“But you have some, right?” Emily whispered sharply.

Aria shook her head sadly.

“You said we would buy a dress and cloak from a traveling merchant!”

“Ah, yes, I did say that, didn’t I?” Aria adopted a thoughtful posture, with a hand on her chin.

“How did you expect to get money?! Surely you could see that I didn’t have any! I’m not even from this world!” Emily was red in the face, gesticulating wildly, and the tall statue seemed to shrink at her anger.

“Well… uh… I suppose I didn’t think it all the way through. I’m sorry, Emily.”

Emily took a deep breath and gripped the bridge of her nose between her fingers, which usually helped to calm her down. “It’s fine. We’ll figure something out. Brevin seems kind. I’m sure… I’m sure he wouldn’t just take the clothes back.”

Emily turned around and approached Brevin, who had been waiting by his caravan, staring into the distance. He was clearly trying to give the impression of not having heard the ladies’ discussion.

“Mr Brevin,” Emily began, her heart pounding in her chest. “First off, I would like to make it clear how much I love these clothes. They are a perfect fit, well-made and clearly of high-quality material. I am certain they will last me a long time. And they must, for they are the only clothes that I have.”

Brevin nodded but remained silent, a curious squint appearing on his face.

“Unfortunately, neither I nor my companion have any money. We have just emerged from Castle Elid, perhaps you’ve heard of it. My companion, Lady Aria, was cursed to roam its halls for centuries, and it is arap porno only through the recovery of–hey!”

A forceful stone elbow nudged Emily, almost knocking her over. Emily looked angrily at Aria, who had suddenly appeared by her side but was struck into silence by the severe look on the statue’s face. Where moments before there had been a sheepish grin, there was now only a stony scowl of resolution.

Cold marble brushed against Emily’s ear. “Say nothing of the Stoneshell,” Aria rasped, in a tone that sent shivers down Emily’s spine.

Dumbfounded and quivering, Emily shut her mouth tight. Brevin raised a curious eyebrow.

“Mr Brevin,” Aria began. “As my companion has related, we have no money. Indeed, before we made your fortunate acquaintance, the only possession we had between us was an old pair of boots, found abandoned. We are two ladies in distress, in dire need of charity. Without your gift of clothing, poor Emily would be force to wander the land of Thessolan entirely naked, at the mercy of nature.”

“She has boots,” retorted Brevin, eyes pointed down. “And not a bad pair.”

“Please, good Brevin, see it in your heart to do an act of kindness to a lady in great need. Only your charity can defend her honor. The gods will surely smile upon such a selfless act.”

There was a long pause, during which Brevin attempted to hide the beginnings of a knowing grin. Emily felt she might be sick.

“Listen,” said Brevin. “I’ve got a wife back home and twelve hungry children to feed. Maybe you don’t understand that so well, statue, but we of flesh and blood need to eat. I can’t part with nearly five silver of goods out of charity!”

Emily blushed and looked down at her burgundy dress, cursing herself for choosing such a beautiful and probably expensive color. “I can take something cheaper!”

Brevin eyed her. “That lot’s near the bottom of the barrel already. And you’ve messed on it!”

Emily followed Brevin’s accusatory stare to a purple mark on her dress and blushed furiously. The Starvine berries!

“I’m sorry!” she cried.

“It’s fine, just return them,” Brevin replied. “Out of the goodness of my heart, I won’t change you for cleaning.”

“That’s very kind of you,” Emily said, trying her best to sound sincere. “Listen, what if I give back the cloak and dress and just take the shift?” She had grown quite enamoured with the dress and cloak and would be sad to lose them, but the shift alone would be a more than adequate covering.

“You’re still asking for me to give you one silver! Half my children will go without their supper!”

“You can’t just send me away naked!” At this, Emily fell to her knees, begging and pleading, her eyes wide and desperate. “Please, I need something to wear! There must be some way…”

“I won’t be taken in by your wiles, if that’s what you mean,” Brevin snorted. “My Dolores is the only one for me. Stand up, woman, you’re dirtying my wares!”

Emily gasped at the implication, which took a moment to sink in. “What? No! I wasn’t suggesting that! I’m not that kind of girl!”

“Running around the countryside with no clothes on, people might think otherwise.”

“Does it look like I want to be naked?!” Emily was on the verge of tears.

“Well.. I s’pose not.” There was a softening in Brevin’s tone.

Emily continued to haggle with him, racking her brains for some way she and Aria could pay for the dress. She offered to travel with Brevin and work for him, feeding the horses and running errands, but he was quite uninterested. “That statue’ll weigh down the cart.”

Eventually, Emily ran out of ideas and could only plead again for Brevin’s charity, for him to part with at least the shift.

“I can’t do it,” he said with an air of finality. “But I won’t make you go naked. I have something in the back, I’ve just remembered. A piece of clothing left in my caravan by a stowaway I chased out just yesterday. That item didn’t cost me anything, and I won’t be able to sell it. I can give you that, and we both walk away happy.”

Emily wiped a tear from her eye. “That sounds wonderful. Thank you, Mr Brevin.”

Twenty minutes later, as the caravan was disappearing into the distance, Emily cringed at the memory of those words. In his vagueness, Brevin had neglected to mention that the stowaway had been a gnome and the item of clothing a pair of threadbare gnome britches. “Quite a fat gnome,” Brevin had said, but that wasn’t much of a consolation. Changing into the new “outfit” had been a slow and mournful process.

Emily now stood on the road with her arms folded across her bare chest and the britches stretched over her hips. The gnome had been squat, so the legs barely made it down to her mid-thigh and the waist was very low-rise. Though the britches were quite large for a gnome, Emily could not force their top button closed, and curls of hair poked out indecently.

Aria gave her a sympathetic look. “At least we shan’t be the cause of his children’s hunger.”

Emily pouted, dearly missing her long burgundy dress. Wearing that, she had felt like a plucky medieval maiden out on an epic adventure. In her current outfit, she just felt like a slut. Too-tight shorts were better than complete nudity, but not by a lot.

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Bed Head

I don’t remember dreaming, and it felt as though I’d only just got to sleep when a sharp smack on the ass woke me.

“Geezus Hooker, have a little modesty!” said Pauli as he stepped into the bathroom. I could hear him doing his morning routine, and drifted into a semi-conscious state. The morning sun was warm on my skin, and the noises outside the window seemed so far away. I heard Pauli say something, but I couldn’t make out the words.

Suddenly I was awake again as Pauli leaned over the bed and said loudly “Do You Want Breakfast Hooker?!”

“Mmhm” I nodded.

“Then get yer lazy ass out of my bed and take a shower” he said, “you smell like sex and Jergens lotion!”

I rolled out of bed, still naked and made my way into the bathroom. I could hear Pauli behind me stripping the sheets off the bed.

“Christ, the fuckin’ sheets are soaked” he mumbled, “who knew an elf could come so much!”

I started the shower and stepped in, the cool water helped wake me up a little more. He was right, I did smell like sex. My ass wasn’t sore anymore though, and the slippery residue of the lotion washed right off.

I stepped out of the shower feeling like a new elf! Clean and wide awake, I toweled off and equipped my cut-offs and a tank top. I brushed my long cobalt blue hair and stepped out of the bathroom. The bed was made already, clean sheets and comforter in a deep rust red. The Dildo still hung from its straps on the closet door. I followed my nose to the kitchen where a fresh cup of coffee awaited me.

“Mmm…coffee!” I sighed happily.

“Yeah,” he said, “I figured you could use coffee after the late night you had.”

I felt myself blush.

“Wow” he chuckled, “You turn deeper blue when you blush. That’s cool!”

“Guess you heard me, huh?” I said in a low voice.

“I’m pretty sure everyone within a two block radius heard you” he replied.

“Ugh, sorry ’bout that” I said, “I was just feeling a little…stimulated, if ya know what I mean.”

“I get it” he said, “it’s been an interesting few days since you’ve been here.”

“Yeah, and it just keeps getting more interesting” I replied.

He was cooking breakfast for the both of us before he had to go in to work. I gratefully accepted the fried eggs and bacon and hastily devoured the meal.

“I got the dishes, brother.” I said, “Don’t want you to be late for work.”

“Thanks” he said, “what else are you gonna do today?”

“I’ll probably do some shopping” I said, “maybe practice a little herbalism.”

As he finished getting ready for work, he chuckled “Herbalism, right. Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

I knew Pauli was a stoner from way back, and gently explained that no, I was not gonna smoke a bowl, and that the herbs I would be hunting were purely medicinal in nature.

“Yeah, medicinal herb” he grinned, “that’s exactly what I’m saying!”

“You’re incorrigible!” I said, shaking my head.

He finished getting ready for work while I finished up the breakfast dishes.

“Hey Hooker” he said before he left, “see ya after work.”

“I’ll be here” I said.

“Great, see ya after I get off!” and out the door he went.

I puttered around the house, eventually equipping my leathers and whistling for my Hippogrif. If I focused on what I was looking for, I could find herbs for healing, physical enhancement, and even a boost of energy if I was lucky. I checked my cell phone and pulled up the Maps app. I charted a course that would take me out over the still wild portions of the island, while avoiding houses, roads, and no-fly zones. I mounted up and set off into the bright sky of the island morning.

When I got to the heavily forested area of the island, I started flying low and slow, looking for the tell-tale flash of golden light that would alert me to the presence of a usable herb. At this point, I was more or less running on auto-pilot. When I sensed a usable herb nearby, the Hippogrif would dive through the canopy and land near the desired herb. I didn’t have to think about what I was doing, it was as if I was operating on muscle memory as I harvested the useful part of the herb.

After a few hours of low flying, exploration, and harvesting, I had enough herbs to start crafting some potions to replenish my supply. As I was about to return to the air, another changeling plunged through the canopy and pulled up short when they saw me standing by the herb “node”.

A cute little gnomish woman hopped off her gyro-copter and, with a huge smile, introduced herself “Hi! I’m Picadilly” she said, “but you can call me Pica.”

I knelt down so that we could see eye to eye and smiled, “Hi Pica” I responded, “I’m Eniari, but you can call me Eni.”

Her smile was brilliant as we shook hands and added each other to our friends list. We chatted while she harvested from the herb “node”.

“Thanks so much for showing some courtesy” she said, “are you from the Islands?”

“Nope, porno just on vacation.” I said, “How bout you?”

“I was born here” she replied, “my family has been here for ages.”

“How’d they feel about the shift?” I asked.

“They were a little shocked” she said, “but they’ve gotten used to it.”

She finished harvesting what she needed and gave me a hug around the neck “Again, I really appreciate that you took a knee to chat with me. It sucks when tall folk just expect me to look up to them.”

She climbed back onto her ‘copter and off she went. I summoned my Hippogrif and headed back to Pauli’s place. And now I knew a Mage on the islands.

Gone Shoppin’

As I was gliding in for a landing, I saw the Bartenders car in the drive-way. She had just pulled up and was getting out as I touched down on the grass.

“Good timing” I called, as I dismounted.

“Hiya Eni!” she said, “Ready to do some shopping?”

“Yep, but we can’t be too long” I said, “I told Pauli I’d be here after he gets off.”

“Please” she said, “all he’s gonna do after he gets off is take a quick nap.”

We both giggled at the double entendre, and I clarified, “I meant, after he gets off work.”

“Oh of course” she said, “you think he’d mind if I was here too?”

“I’m sure he’d love to see you again” I replied.

The Bartender and I took her car downtown. As she drove, she explained “We’re not rebuilding your wardrobe from scratch, we’re just working with what you have to expand your possibilities.”

“That sounds good” I said, “I can’t afford to shell out for a new closet full of clothes.”

“And with that in mind, here we are” she said, parking the car.

I got out and looked up. The sign above the window said “Stitches” in stylized lettering. The display window had a few mannequins dressed in retro and goth clothing. The clothing was well coordinated, but the mannequins had been modified. Septum and brow piercings, tattoos applied with fine tipped markers, and props: Electric guitars, chainsaws, one had a battle axe and what appeared to be a Norse shield slung across its back.

“What are you getting me into?” I asked.

“Trust me” she said, “if anyone can help you with your aesthetic, these folks can.”

As we entered the shop, a small bell tinkled above the door. I looked around and determined that this was a thrift shop, more or less. It was obvious that the Bartender knew the people who ran the place, as they greeted her warmly.

“Who’s yer friend” asked a person with a name-tag that read “Fuck. Off.”

“This is Eni” replied the Bartender, “she wasn’t always…ah…what you see here now.”

Fuck Off looked me up and down “Changeling huh? I’m kinda glad I never got into computer games, but I’m kinda sorry at the same time” they said, “can you even imagine how metal it would be to be one of the walking dead and running this shop!?”

“I’ve met a couple of the Forsaken IRL” I replied, “Generally, they are not really stoked to be mistaken for The Walking Dead.”

“Yeah, well” Fuck Off said, “their loss. Now, what can we do for you?”

“She needs help with her look” replied the Bartender.

“Looks fine to me” said Fuck Off. I realized I was still in my Leathers.

“Ah, yeah…this is my Armor” I said, “I can’t very well wear this everywhere.”

“Why not” they asked, “It’s sexy and dangerous looking. Nobody’d get any stupid ideas while you’re dressed for battle.”

“But she doesn’t always wanna be battle ready” said the Bartender, “if you get my drift.”

“Fine” replied Fuck Off, “let’s ruin a perfectly good look.”

The next couple of hours was spent talking to Fuck Off and the Bartender, while they threw clothes at me to try on. I came away from Stitches with a few cute tops, a more casual sari style dress, a short black leather skirt, and a long jacket. I thanked Fuck Off and the Bartender for their help, and stowed my purchases in my bags.

We got back to Pauli’s place in time to see him pull into his driveway.

“Hey Hooker” he called as I got out of the car, “where ya been?”

“Doing a little shopping with your girl” I replied, “it’s not a total make-over, but I got some items to make me feel a little more in touch with my femininity.”

He shook his head, “Like you need to be more in touch. Hey Baby” he and the Bartender shared a quick embrace and a kiss.

I was definitely feeling like a third wheel again, but I kept my head up. “I’m gonna take my stuff inside and put some outfits together.” I said, and left the couple to their own devices.

Again, I spread my gear out in the bedroom. There were more than a few new combinations of stuff that I could wear. A lot of what I’d purchased was definitely much more feminine than the clothing I was used to. I’d been wearing cut-off jeans, extra-large men’s tee-shirts and tank tops, a couple of flannels, my leathers, and the only dress that I had from the in-game world. The majority of my gear bedava porno was men’s clothing that I’d been wearing before the Shift that either still fit me, or that could be made to fit me.

Suffice to say that I was unprepared for how I’d feel when I actually dressed in clothing that fit my tall, feminine, Elven body.

Still wearing my shorts, I tried on the tops. Cute, cream colored, off the shoulder, midriff revealing button down – check! It gave me an almost innocent country girl vibe, and I loved it. I repeated the process with the rest of my haul, losing track of the time as I started building outfits with what I had. I’d actually forgotten about Pauli and the Bartender until she walked through the bedroom on her way to the bathroom.

“That’s a cute outfit” she said, “but I think that top would pair better with the skirt.”

I almost jumped out of my skin when she spoke. “Goddess, I’m sorry, I forgot y’all were even here!”

“No problem Eni” she said, “gimme a minute and then I have an idea.”

She closed the door to the bathroom and completed her business. When she came out she was grinning from ear to ear. “Okay, let’s put on a little fashion show for Pauli” she said, excitedly.

“I’m no runway model” I replied, chuckling.

“I know” she said, “but trust me, this will be fun!”

“This must be some new definition of ‘fun’ of which I was not previously aware.” I said.

“Look, you never got to be a little girl” she explained, “and therefore, you never had the joy of making a full grown man sit and watch while you modeled all the new clothes you got for school, or Christmas, or your birthday.”

I thought about my own daughters, for whom I’d sat and clapped and made a big deal over when they showed off new clothes. Hell even my ex-wife had modeled new purchases, I guess some girls never really outgrow wanting to show off.

But I was not originally a girl, still I felt something stir inside me. Something that longed to be admired, and called pretty. “Alright” I said, “how does this work?”

The Bartender squealed with delight “Wait right here, I’ll be right back!”

She flounced into the living room and announced to Pauli that there would be a fashion show, and for him to just sit back and enjoy.

She quickly returned and put together an outfit with what I had laid out on the bed. “What else do you have in your bags?” she asked.

“Just my armor, weapons, potions, and herbs” I replied, “maybe some random food, alcohol, bandages…you know, the usual.”

“Pull your armor out and let me see what you’ve got to work with” she commanded.

The dark, supple leather was laid out next to the mundane clothing.

“Excellent” she said, rubbing her hands together, “this will do nicely!”

“Okay, this top, these shorts, these sandals, hair tied up, sunglasses on top of your head” she ordered, “this is your flirty look.” I put the clothing on and named the set “Flirty” before strutting out into the living room.

She followed me out and instructed me on the fine art of modeling for an audience of one “And strut, two, three, now stop, plant your forward foot, cock your hip, take another step and turn, toss your hair and look over your shoulder, and now back to the bedroom, strut, two, three, four…perfect!”

She was right, it was fun, and Pauli seemed to really enjoy the show. She hurried back into the room and had me strip, before dressing me up again. This time using the thigh high boots from my armor, the leather mini skirt, and the leather chest piece from my armor which, when taken on its own, resembled nothing so much as a well made leather bodice.

We repeated this cycle several more times, each time a new outfit was donned, named, and modeled. By the time the Bartender was through with me I had established several well defined looks: Flirty, Dangerous, Innocent, Goth, Club, Professional, and Casual. These I added to the existing sets of Beach, Dress, and Assassination (the only look that included weapons, and was really just my in-game armor).

“I’m impressed” said Pauli as I tucked all the clothes back into the pocket dimension of my bags.

“I had a lot of help” I said.

“I was talking to her” he said, indicating the Bartender, “I’m impressed that she got you to go along with this!”

“Let’s just say I appealed to Eni’s inner goddess” said the Bartender.

“Or maybe my inner little girl” I said, under my breath.

“What was that, Hooker?” said Pauli, “I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“I said I should probably call my little girls” I lied, “y’know let the kittens know how I’m doing.”

“Right” he said, “I’m sure they’re dying to know what you’ve been doing since coming out to the Islands.” The sarcasm was strong with this one.

“Don’t listen to him, Eni” said the Bartender, “you look wonderful in your new clothes!”

“Yeah Hooker” he said, “you do look seriously hot in more than one of those outfits.”

“But do you think brazzers she looks bend-me-over-and-fuck-me hot?” asked the Bartender, mischief in her eyes.

“I mean…yeah?” Pauli stammered, “But I always wanna bend you over and fuck you” he told her.

“Who wouldn’t?” I added, looking at Pauli and nodding.

“You both know” said the Bartender, “that I am eventually gonna have my way with you!”

I knew what she was getting at, and while I was not vehemently opposed to her proposition, I didn’t think that tonight was the night for my introduction to Double Penetration. Instead I opted for distraction.

“Y’know none of us has had even a single beer since we got home” I observed.

“Speak for yerself, Hooker” Pauli replied, “I’m on my third!”

“That’s the naked beer” the Bartender said, giggling.

“So it is” said Pauli and began to strip out of his clothing.

“Your girl and I haven’t had so much as a drop, though” I said, “so it looks like either we need to catch up, or you’re the only one gonna be nekkid tonight.”

“I’m okay with that” said the Bartender, nodding, “are you okay with that Eni?”

“I’m fine with that” I said, licking my lips.

Pauli seemed to get a little nervous, and began to reach for his clothes.

“Not so fast, Big Boy” said the Bartender, “I got a deep need for some Vitamin P.”

She pushed him back onto the couch and dropped a knee between his legs as she leaned in for a kiss. I started to pull back, preparing to leave them alone on the couch. Pauli reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the couple.

The Bartender broke their kiss, “Where do you think you’re going, Miss Elf?” she inquired. It was obviously a rhetorical question, neither of them wanted me to go anywhere just yet.

“I just felt like maybe y’all wanted some alone time” I responded. My breath was catching in my throat as I watched him grind his hardening cock against her leg.

“We’re all friends here” said the Bartender, pulling me in for a deep kiss, “nobody gets left out tonight!”

Goddess! Was this actually happening? Was I going to get fucked by my best friend and his girl friend? The Bartender and I made out while Pauli continued to grind on her thigh. Pauli had let go of my hand, and instead was focused on grabbing as much of my ass as he could reach while simultaneously fondling the Bartender’s generous breasts. Not gonna lie, I was pretty turned on, and at this point, felt like maybe anything would be fair game.

The Bartender broke our kiss, and slid off the couch to kneel between Pauli’s legs. She stroked his length, and fondled his balls while maintaining eye contact with me. I leaned in and kissed the tip of his cock and she smiled before running her tongue up the length of his shaft. Our lips met again around the head of Pauli’s dick. I was excited to be here with them, but was keeping my emotions in check. I didn’t want to get my hopes up and then end up sleeping alone again. I found myself with Pauli’s cock tickling the back of my throat as I buried my nose in his neatly trimmed pubes. The Bartender was lavishing her attention on his balls, kissing and licking the sac, spreading his legs to tickle his taint. I just closed my eyes and bobbed up and down on my friend’s cock, enjoying the feeling of his hot flesh moving between my lips, and pressed against my tongue. I could feel his hand gliding over my ass, stroking my back, and eventually cupping one of my breasts. For my part, I was laying across his abs, resting my weight on one arm, while the other hand kept a firm grip on the base of Pauli’s cock. The Bartender and I were almost face to face with Pauli’s junk between us.

Pauli groaned softly “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum in your mouth!”

I took his length down my throat again “Mmhm” I purred, with my mouth full.

The Bartender grinned up at me as she gently sucked one of his testicles into her mouth. I felt Pauli stiffen, the hand on my tit, now gripping instead of gently cupping. His hips lifted off the couch as his body tensed, and I knew what was coming next. I pulled back until just the head of his cock was in my mouth and began to stroke his length with my hand. I was immediately rewarded with a mouthful of hot, creamy cum. His cock pulsed several times, each time depositing another load of the salty substance on my tongue.

He eventually pulled me away from his dick “No…more” he panted.

I grabbed the Bartender by the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss, sharing Pauli’s load between us.

“Mmm…yummy!” she purred as she swallowed.

Pauli’s grip on my tit had relaxed, and his hard dick had started to soften. The Bartender and I continued to kiss and make out until we heard a soft snore from the only man in the room. We looked at each other, wide eyed and grinning.

“We wore him out” she whispered to me.

“He’s been pretty busy since I got here” I whispered back.

“Poor guy” she said softly, “but it is a work night…”

“Shall we pick up where we left off on Saturday?” I asked.

She nodded excitedly and grinned.

Gently, we disengaged from Pauli and covered him with a sheet. Both of us were still dressed, so I walked the Bartender out to her car.

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Pegging

Chapter Eight

By the time the sun had peeked out above the horizon of the city, Adam had already been awake. He barely slept and what little sleep he managed to grab was shallow, half aware that he was fitfully twisting and turning. Xerea was already awake and stretched her arm across the thin hairs and defined muscles of his bare chest. Both of them knew what the other was thinking, wanting to believe Xanxaa was alright but apprehensive that she in fact was not.

Adam had no idea what to do next, so he decided to focus on making Xerea feel better. He whispered “I want to taste you,” then he moved down until his head was buried between her thighs. She spread her legs apart and moaned as he ran his tongue around the outside of her pussy. He could already feel her becoming wet, and he lapped her sweet juices with fervent intensity. She dug her fingers into his hair and pulled him closer, and he thrusted his tongue inside her. Tasting her moist vaginal walls made her arch her back and slowly twist her hips with pleasure. He pushed his tongue inside her cunt repeatedly and soon her cavity was flooded with wetness, which he zealously licked and drank.

She tried to pull him up on top of her, but he pressed her thighs apart and continued shoving his tongue into her. He kept her legs apart with his arms as he reached up and began kneading her enormous breasts. His fingers took turns alternatively between squeezing her erect nipples and sinking his fingers into the massive soft flesh of her huge tits, while his lips pressed against her soaking wet cunt and his tongue thrusted inside her warm, drenched interior.

Xerea sighed at his insistence on licking her pussy and giving her an orgasm. Even though she loved the feeling of his tongue inside her, she started clawing at his shoulders trying to turn him over so she could feel his cock. Adam was too strong, however, and he kept her pinned to the mattress and relentlessly continued licking her. He loved the sweet taste of Xanxaa’s pussy, but he found Xerea’s wetness had a slightly more tart flavor and had a marginally thicker texture that reminded him of watered honey.

Adam was holding on to her breasts as tight as he could as Xerea tried to overpower him. Her naked body was spasming with carnal pleasure and her shrieks of delight filled the room. Adam could tell she was having another orgasm when she moaned as loud as she could and every defined muscle of her curved, naked figure began convulsing uncontrollably.

He pulled his arms down and allowed her thighs to clamp onto his head, then he reached around her hips and began caressing her humongous, quivering tits again. Her body continued to shudder every so often, but he did slow down his thrusting and delicately ran his tongue around her pussy and inside her drenching wet hole. Xerea’s breathing was heavy but became less desperate, and she relaxed her body and loosened her thighs to allow Adam to continue exploring her cunt. He took a few more prolonged laps at her groin, and then he climbed on top of her.

As he began nuzzling her neck, Xerea clenched his shoulders and flipped him around so she was now on top of him, her drenched thighs straddling his hips as she moved the moist folds of her pussy up and down the shaft of his dick. He lovingly caressed her enormous tits and licked her nipples as his erection solidified in her warm groin. Together they swiveled their hips until his cock was able to thrust into her soaking wet cunt.

Adam felt her experience of orgasm and her immense pleasure and gratitude. Xerea could feel his delight in giving her such a wonderful experience and appreciation for giving him a respite from his fears and despair about Xanxaa. They could feel each other’s concern for Xanxaa, and their love for her, sharing their hopes and fears of what had happened to her. They felt each other’s desire to comfort the other, to hold on to their wish to be reunited with Xanxaa once again.

Suddenly Adam felt himself spinning between his mind and Xerea’s, and a flash of light filled his senses.

XereAdam felt their bodies inside each other, pressing and moving skin against skin. XereAdam moved his hands up and squeezed her tits and XereAdam moaned with joy. XereAdam loved his cock and her breasts and how good each other felt. Orgasmic pleasure rippled through their naked bodies, and XereAdam’s torso jolted with spasms of pleasure from the orgasms inside her causing her gigantic tits to tremble against his face. XereAdam bit one of her nipples as the orgasm continued to surge through her body, and she gasped breathlessly as he opened his mouth wide and playfully gnawed on her immense areole.

XereAdam had never felt as close to her as he did now, and XereAdam felt completely connected to him in thought, in spirit, in mind, in heart, and in the depths of her soul. XereAdam could feel cum pulsing inside his cock and she welcomed it bursting inside her wet, swollen vagina. XereAdam leaned back and put her hands on his knees as he porno film spread his fingers across her huge breasts and sank them deep into her sweaty, soft flesh. XereAdam moved their hips against each other to swirl his stiffness inside her hot, cum-soaked pussy.

XereAdam was overwhelmed with affection for each other, and they knew the other’s intense love for Xanxaa, as though their three hearts would split apart from their inability to contain their infinite love. XereAdam finally understood what her sister had told her about the Xymian bond and what he had been trying to help her experience, and she was infinitely grateful to them both.

Adam stared wide-eyed at Xerea, who had an equally confused expression on her face. Xymian bonds were rare on Hryulla, but achieving a Xymian bond with two people was impossible, or so they had believed until a moment ago.

“Did you….? How did that happen?” Xerea started to ask, although Adam could tell she already knew telepathically that he didn’t have an answer for either of them.

She was still straddling his hips, with his throbbing cock embedded inside her drenched pussy, as he leaned back in exhaustion and bewilderment. “I didn’t think that could be done,” he finally said wiping the sweat of his forehead.

“It can’t… I mean, it shouldn’t. But…” Xerea and Adam felt each other’s thoughts and emotions, their confusion as well as their lingering pleasure of what they had experienced. They loved each other and they loved Xanxaa, and now their love was exponentially heightened in a way that neither of them could explain or forecast its impact.

The door of the hotel room suddenly burst open and a small ball rolled into the room. A large cloud of dust instantly sprayed out and filled the room in a few seconds. Xerea coughed and fell down to the floor, while Adam gagged and fell asleep with his arm extended trying to reach for the smoking ball. Six Hryullian police officers walked in with gas masks, turned off the smoke bomb, and dragged Adam out of the room.

One of them clicked a button on his helmet, “What about the sister, sir?” He waited a few seconds before he spoke again. “Acknowledged.” He turned to the other officers, “Leave her. Take the fugitive to headquarters.”

Xerea was left lying naked on the floor, her arms sprawled out and her long, white hair spread tousled across the mattress, and she remained unconscious long after the fumes had dissipated.

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Xanxaa had been awake for a few hours expecting at least one of the animals to come mercilessly fuck her, but she was left alone for what felt like most of the morning. No one had bothered to remove her blindfold or her shackles, so her shoulders felt close to dislocated. Her stomach was rumbling loudly, but if anyone had thought to give her any food or water, which she doubted, she had no way of finding it.

She rolled over and managed to ignore the pain in her legs enough to get onto her knees and stay balanced. Holding her breath, she tried to listen for anything that would give her a clue about what was going on around her, but other than the distant hum of mechanized systems in the walls performing their duties, she did not hear anything revealing.

Her head was pounding and she felt light-headed. She could feel the raw soreness of her skin, but she still couldn’t tell if she had lost any blood or how much. She wanted to get up on her feet to try to walk around and figure out where in the room she was, or even if she was in the same room, but she became groggy when she started standing up. She lost her balance and fell backwards onto her ass then her torso flopped down on one side.

She was lifting herself back up when she heard the thunderous clatter of the main doors opening up. Her chest instantly clenched with dread and the air in the room immediately dropped several degrees, at least to her. Several sets of footsteps chaotically came into the room, and then there was a loud thump on the floor before the clamor of feet leaving the room and shutting the door.

“I’m glad you’re awake,” someone sneered, and Xanxaa was fairly certain it was Xerig who was mocking her. “I have a special present for you.”

“I don’t want anything from you,” she snapped, suddenly realizing how much her lips were in pain.

Another voice emerged behind her. “I think you’ll be interested in this.” This was clearly the older, condescending voice of Xroqx. She heard his feet walk past her and then stop. There were several whacks like someone punching a bag of dirt.

There was a groan and Xanxaa instantly recognized the timbre and resonance of that sound that made her ecstatic with joy and smothered with fear. “Adam! Is that you?” She heard a few more thwacks and screamed, “Please! Stop!” Another set of footsteps came up to her, and suddenly she felt something hard painfully slam against the side of her face. The room spun out of control until her body crashed somewhere in the dark, and she brazzers porno assumed she was lying on the floor again. Her cheek was throbbing and she could taste blood in her mouth.

She felt a hand dig into her hair and then yank upwards, lifting her body painfully off the floor by her scalp. She scrambled to put her knees underneath her to support her weight before the pain became unbearable. “We found your alien friend,” Xroqx said with disgust. “You should be happy.”

“Please don’t hurt him…” As soon as the words left her, she heard the sound of metal smashing against bone and flesh along with the horrible scream of agony from Adam. Xanxaa realized her mistake, “Yes, Master!” she cried. “Yes, Master!”

There was a long silence, except for heavy breathing and soft grunts. “Do you like being our sex slave?” She could envision the demented grin on Xroqx’s face dripping with glee at her humiliation.

She impulsively strained against the heavy shackles stretching her arms behind her back, but they were firmly locked on and her blindfold was still keeping her completely blind. ‘Yes, Master.” She hated that they could hurt Adam, but she felt better in the thought that her sadistic tormenters were more likely now to make a mistake and that she wouldn’t be alone when that opportunity arose. Some blood had accumulated in her mouth, so she gulped it down and took a deep breath.

“Xanxaa, are y…?” There was sickening sound of flesh and metal colliding, followed a loud thump on the floor.

“Do not speak to her, she isn’t yours. Not anymore.” Xroqx was practically cackling with glee. “Isn’t that right?”

Xanxaa tried not to reveal how hard she was gritting her teeth with disgust. “Yes, Master.”

She heard several strained groans as Adam growled, “How did you find me?”

Xerig answered, “Some random citizen saw you last night walking back to your hotel and informed the authorities.”

“Where is Xerea?”

Xanxaa heard nothing for several seconds, then Xerig began to stammer. “Well…. She… of course, she wasn’t…. we didn’t arrest her.” A stony silence fell across the air. “She’s his sister, so she didn’t commit a crime. I told the officers to…. that we couldn’t arrest her.” Xanxaa heard a longer stretch of more silence, so she could only imagine the blisteringly disappointed glare Xroqx was likely giving Xerig in that moment.

“So you did nothing?” Xroqx finally asked icily.

“An unjustifiable arrest will look suspicious. Even judges we contr…” He stopped, apparently remembering Adam and Xanxaa were in the room. “Even judges who support us would ask too many questions. There was no reason to risk that kind of exposure.” Tension will still floating between them. “Prime Arbiter, she is unimportant.”

“She is a loose end,” Xroqx responded without emotion. “We will have to take care of her later. In the meantime,” Xanxaa heard his voice talk directly at her now. “I guess you’ll have to please us twice as much, right?” Xroqx tightened his grip on her hair.

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* This next section has sadomasochism, cruelty, and humiliation.

* Xanxaa is abused by Xroqx and Xerig.

“Yes, Master,” she said without enthusiasm. A limp cock now rested against her cheek, undoubtedly Xroqx’s, so she dutifully opened her mouth and sucked hard. She forced a lot of pressure on him and ran her tongue all over, and soon she could feel his wrinkled dick inflating. Her lips pressed into his shaft as she kept sucking hard, and now he was at almost full erection. Her head was jerked back, releasing his cock from her mouth, and she gently ran her wet tongue along the bottom of his stiff dick and around his wrinkled balls.

She felt another firm cock brush against her lips, and she turned so she could wrap her lips around this new erection. Xerig moaned in appreciation as she moved her warm mouth around his throbbing shaft, and she felt his hands forcing her head into his body so his cock became shoved deep into her throat.

Both Xroqx and Xerig were gripping her hair tight, each laughing as they struggled against each other trying to pull her head in their direction, each trying to jam their erections into her mouth. Xanxaa tried to move from one impatient cock to the other, licking and sucking on them before switching to the other. Her shoulders was throbbing a little from her arms being bent behind her back, and her neck was becoming strained from being jerked back and forth.

“Stand up, whore,” Xerig barked at her, which made Xroqx snicker.

Xanxaa got up on her feet, “Yes, Master.”

She heard the two of them circling around her, then she felt a hand grab her from behind one her knees and lift her leg off the ground. Her knee were bent up high, with her other foot standing on her toes, and her body was leaning back against the man behind her, who she assumed was Xerig because she doubted Xroqx had the upper doeda body strength to hold her up for very long. Xerig was using his other hand to push his stiff shaft into her ass, and it didn’t take long for him to find her hole and stuff his cock inside her. He grabbed her other knee and was now holding her up in the air. Her legs were bent and her thighs were spread far apart, so she could feel her cunt completely exposed as Xerig began thrusting himself into her ass.

Xanxaa felt Xroqx’s hot breath first, which to her had the stench of a farm animal, before she felt him burrowing his erection into her pussy. She felt herself become wet from the stimulation, and after he starting pounding his dick into her cunt, she felt him dig his fingernails into the tender flesh of her gigantic tits.

Her naked body was buffeted between the two of them, blindfolded with her hands shackled behind her, as the two men drove their cocks into her ass and pussy simultaneously. She had no leverage since she was being held by her knees, and her huge breasts were being twisted and clawed mercilessly, which made her wince.

She could hear both of them grunting with delight, and she bit her lip trying to ignore the discomfort in her groin and wrists. Her pussy was drenching wet from the sexual pounding, but her dry ass felt like it was being scraped raw. Her back kept slapping against Xerig’s chest while her round tits were being painfully twirled by the old man’s hands that felt more like talons.

“Get on your knees,” she heard Xroqx say, and Xerig dropped her down. She fell hard on her legs and her torso slapped down on the floor as well, but she quickly regained her balance and knelt upright.

“Yes, Master,” she groaned, right before she felt a stream of cum land on her face. She opened her mouth and held of pool of jism on her tongue, but she felt his cum splatter onto her chest.

A pair of hands twisted her head to one side and crammed his erection into her mouth, as more jism sprayed onto her naked body. She could feel cum dripping down off of her cheek and tits as her mouth was ferociously battered by the hard shaft being rammed into her throat. The torrent of cum that had been spraying on her body was waning until it became a small flow dribbling onto her jiggling tits. It only took a couple of minutes before the throbbing of the cock in her mouth became an explosion of jism. He pulled his dick out of her and let his cum spatter her entire face and chest. She could feel huge globs of his viscous cream sliding down her skin, but she opened her mouth obligingly and tried to capture what she could.

“What do you think, Xerig?” The insulting contempt in Xroqx’s voice was unmistakable.

Cum was spattered all over her face and breasts, trickling down in a series of waterfalls of jism from her chin to her tits to her thighs and finally to the floor. “I’ve never seen her look better,” Xerig replied. “You liked that, didn’t you Xanxaa?” The two of them snorted with delight at her humiliation.

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* This ends the section with sadomasochism, cruelty, and humiliation.

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With her blindfold on, she couldn’t tell exactly where his voice was coming from, but he was moving around the room. Her wrists behind her back were burning from the heavy shackles digging into her skin. She gave her mandatory response, “Yes, Master,” trying to use the sounds of their walking and their laughter to figure out where everyone in the room was located.

“You’re lucky you’ve been able to fuck that whore for so long,” Xerig taunted Adam.

“You’re lucky to finally use that tiny dick of yours on anyone,” Adam said derisively.

“Let’s see how lucky you feel about this,” Xerig replied with a rage in his voice. Adam always told her that in a fight, anger makes someone careless. She heard some shuffling, and then a thump with Xerig groaning in pain and the loud clanging of a metal bar clattering on the floor, apparently proving Adam’s point.

Her hair was pulled taut and she had to lift her head up to ease the strain. That was when she felt a sharp point press into her throat. “Stop or she’s dead.” Despite her heavy breathing, she could hear Adam faintly snarling with anger and a contemptuous scoff from Xroqx’s chest. The metal bar shuffled on the floor, so she assumed Xerig was picking it up again. “I must thank you, Adam. Your being on the run did more to stoke fear and suspicion of immigrants than any speech I could have made. And I admit that I’m impressed how you were able to stay hidden from detection for so long.” She could hear Xerig laughing in the distance. “And now best of all, I can report that you were captured, but then broke free forcing me to tragically take your life. I will be a hero to the people for ending the terror you brought to our city.”

“What about Xanxaa?” Adam asked, ignoring the threat to be killed.

“Oh, she will stay here with me as our sex slave for a little while longer. I imagine we’ll eventually find her murdered body somewhere, with evidence which proves you did it while you were a fugitive. But for now,” he sneered as he ripped the blindfold off her eyes. “She can watch you die.”

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Babes

Author’s Note: Collaboration with the excellent Abby White. This one’s from a while back, but haven’t gotten around to properly editing it.

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It was a stupid idea. Aliens didn’t exist. Alice has told herself that for years, yet here she was with Genieve and Becca in a goddamn forest looking for little grey men. She shook her head well you two can keep looking at the stars imma go over here and call John she misses her boyfriend. She made her way to a small clearing and took out her phone, momentarily blinded by the sudden light and began to text away.

Alice was too fixated on her screen to notice the stars above her being blotted out silently, the night sky being replaced by an inky blackness. There was a barely audible hum of otherworldly machinery powering whatever massive machine that was now directly over her.

Her phone flickered and the signed died, she tugged and smacked her phone against her thigh come on you stupid thing it was then that the hairs on her body stood on end. Humans were animals though they claimed the questionable honour of being self aware, however, animal instincts screamed through Alice’s body as a fundamental sense of wrongness seeped into her “Hey guys! Guys where are you?” her voice seemed to have lost the echo it had mere moments ago

But it was already too late, her cries might as well have been a hundred miles away. Alice was not trapped, though she wouldn’t realize just how trapped until later.

An observer, if that had been at all possible, wouldn’t have seen her being raised into the sky like in so many movies. No, Alice would have seemed to simply slip, sideways from space in a single moment; her shocked face being the final thing visible before vanishing from the Earth.

she screamed in wordless terror as the ground kitten away from under her, her limbs flailing uselessly in the air, her long brown hair haloing her head.

As she was lifted up and up, she thought she saw a few other figures levitating as well but when blackness enveloped her, she felt cold solid ground under feet before a small prick stung her on her neck. She immediately felt woozy, her limbs giving out from under her as true darkness enveloped her mind

Alice went limp. In mind. In body. In will.

There was no question she was awake, she was aware of who she was and what her senses perceived. But all ability to think, to fight, in any truly meaningful way, had been snuffed out in an instant.

she for a brief moment thought she was home, in a comfortable bed in her quiet Midwestern town. Then she felt the cold metal of the binding on her arms and legs. She was laid out, spread eagle on a slab of some kind, panic tried to force its way into her mind but met only a chemical soup, her looked around dully her eyes glazed over. She porno izle couldn’t remember where she was but she could say if that was a good thing or not

Her visage remained fixed, uncannily so. Even in her drugged state, she knew it was wrong to turn her head and still be looking at the exact same perspective. It was welcome, familiar… but dizzying if she tried too hard to focus. So she stopped trying. It wasn’t hard to stop. In fact, it felt so good to just stop trying to think.

she didn’t know how long she laid there, it was near pure darkness, she left the empty thought flow through her head, it stopped her head from hurting at least. She knew she was still wearing clothes, that was a start, but aside from that it was best just to lay there and enjoy the cool, soft breeze that occasionally drifted across her

When something finally did start to move nearby, it was welcome. Rationally, she should be terrified, but the thought never crossed her mind. Those chemicals had been turned off, or overwhelmed. Without seeing or even knowing exactly what inhuman figure (figures? it was difficult to tell) lay just outside her perception, she was flooded with the certain sense that they were something she’d always desired. Something she’d always loved. Something that she wanted, needed and accepted.

the thoughts were alien to her mind, it didn’t quite jar with what she was seeing, a small part of her mind resisted but resisting made her head hurt again so eventually she just let the thoughts linger, reasoning that they must be hers in they were inside her head. She felt fingers or tools run over her body as lights danced across her form. Her clothing was examined too. A simple t-shirt and a pair of short shorts.

As something passed over the back of her neck, the spot where she’d earlier been stung seemed to grow hot. The warmth spread outward, over her head, down her back, circling her neck. It was a pleasant warmth, but some deep instinct knew it was wrong. Panic tried to claw its way back up, and Alice let out a single gasp of shock before being pushed back down, into the warmth.

the tingling spread rapidly throughout her body. Her whole body seemed to vibrate, it was an extremely arousing sensation heightened by thoughts of breeding and big dicks and eggs. She’d never had those thoughts before but as they raced through her mind. Her body arched as an orgasm stained the front of her shorts. She thumped back onto the table and felt as her body began to swell

In the moments of the first changes, she was dimly aware of something pressing against her lips. When she opened her mouth to plead, to beg for (help or explanation, or mercy, or more, or to not stop) the presence took advantage of the moment and filled her mouth.

Again, it should have been worrisome, ensest porno even nightmarish, but her drugged brain told her this was something she had been missing. She instinctively cooed and began suckling on the warm flesh around her lips.

As she did, she found the warmth spreading from her mouth, just as it did from her neck. This wasn’t a tingly or superficial, though. No, this was a warmth that seemed to fill her soul, her insides.

It filed her in a way she never knew possible. It was bliss, sucking like this, letting it in.

Her clothes seemed uncomfortably tight now. Restrictive, holding her back from her new purpose.

When some unseen force split her shirt, ripping it in two down the middle, she cooed in relief.

When her shorts and underwear were shredded, she quivered in pleasure, knowing nothing would keep her from being who she was becoming. What she was meant to be.

the warm appendage in her mouth filled her already limited vision, she closed her eyes as she sucked, to her mind it reminded her of those great nights with the boy from the football team and how his big thick cock had pumped cum. This felt the same satisfaction as she swallowed the thick liquid it shot into her mouth. She now felt two great weights on her chest and her nipples seemed on fire, within her mind a sudden image of latching appendages filled to bursting lanced into her brain and as if on cue she felt two beads of milk form at her nipples and run, hot, down her breasts

This was her purpose.

She thought it and felt bliss. This… cock. This was her maker, her master, her sustenance.

She came instantly at the thought. Accepting seemed to make it all the better.

Her breasts were full, and they felt wonderful. Yet, she knew she’d soon be aching… it was already starting in her pussy, the deep ache that came with an unfilled womb, with tits unnursed.

When a second appendage began to wrap itself around her thigh, she trembled with excitement, praying it would take away the ache. Praying it would fill her like she needed to be filled.

The tentacle in her mouth began to push further inside her, she a gag and a jolt it forced its way into her throat and down her neck. Her pussy burned as the second appendage pushed against her vagina, with a wet Schlick noise it entered her, her knees twitched and her hips shuddered as it went deep inside her

As wonderful as it felt, as much as her brain was pumped with pleasure, it was still agony.

She squirmed and protested, muffled and restrained from making a meaningful resistance. The tentacles seemed to sense this and pushed further, harder. Their impossibly thick girth moving beyond what Alice’s senses thought possible. They seemed to twist the full length erotik film of her.

And slowly, insistently, the pain faded. Her body seemed to shift to accept her new hosts, clenching along every inch, welcoming and holding the alien appendages.

She could not see but felt the tentacles push out her skin in her womb and belly, she felt them as they expanded fill the spaces, she felt totally violated and she nearly came as she thought that, she felt two larger tubes latch onto her breasts and will a shiver then started sucking at the milk she was making, she sensation new to her but pleasurable beyond words.

Her mind was feeding her a new purpose, just as the tentacles were filling her womb.

She was a mother, a breeder.

The warmth began to spread again in her womb, pushing her stomach out. Inflating her with seed.

She was a breeder, a host.

Her old mind thought, in horror, of how she must look now, filled and speared through, and she came harder than she’d ever cum.

YES!

Her mind screamed in joy. She was being filled, she was being used.

A long stream of drool and cum trickled out of her mouth. She was still sucking, mindlessly.

It felt so good. How could she ever want this to stop?

The pumping of cum was nearly the first stage, after what felt like only moments her belly was bloated, sloshing a little with every movement but then, traveling down the tubes, came the eggs. Each was roughly the size of a tennis ball, she realized what was happening as the first one was forced directly into her womb. Though her mouth and throat was filled she still managed a weak scream at the pain but the rest was cut short as a dozen slightly smaller eggs slide down the tentacle in her throat and directly into her belly. Her mind was quickly unraveling as she was stuffed with eggs and cum in alternating order, she was filled and milked. Cumming and lactating as she was filled.

Each of the eggs vibrated inside her. Alice was nearly thrashing now to get free, it was too much for her brain to handle.

When it seemed as though a hundred of the eggs had been laid, after what may have been minutes of hours, the two tentacles finally, mercifully relaxed.

Limp, they slid out of her, slowly, making a sickening sound as they exited.

In spite of all the horror they’d inflicted, Alice couldn’t help but let out a whimper when they left her body. The ache was already starting again, and a part of her was yearning to be filled once more.

The emptiness didn’t last long, though. Impossibly, Alice knew exactly what was happening inside her. Some faint telepathic bond had already been formed with her brood. (Her ‘children’.)

They were already hatching, moving inside her, finding their ways out of her mouth and pussy.

Their thoughts, their cries echoed through Alice’s shattered mind.

“M-milk!” she managed to mutter before her children began climbing over her, searching for their mother’s leaking teat. Searching for the sustenance that would let them grow and continue the cycle.

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From the Blood of the Wolf Ch. 04

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Amateur

As if someone had flipped a switch, what I could dream up was now reality. I remembered hearing people talk of what it was like to trip on mushrooms or acid. Walls with paint blistering and running off, talking animals, seeing someones face turn into an orange. It was probably the number one reason why I never had a desire to do more than smoke a joint. I never wanted to actually see what I dreamed about…with my own awake eyes. But, I did now. Or at least, was starting to. Part of being consumed by the virus, I guessed. Either that, or the effects of a high fever.

It was hard for me to say what was real and what was a creation of my slipping mind during the whole ‘save me’ process. A big black wolf in the room, snowflakes falling from the ceiling, balloons that filled with blood, glowing text on the walls…thankfully, none of it was too disturbing. The fever eventually caused me to pass out.

When I opened my eyes, the room was pitch black. Something that I still wasn’t used to yet was how dark it was at night, without electricity. No street lights, no lights from gadgets as they charged, no alarm clocks. But, if you were outside, you had the experience of the brightly twinkling heavens. There wasn’t even any light pollution from Portland to dim the stars. They were able to shine with all their magnificent glory.

“Mitch?” I hoped that he didn’t leave me alone in the room…in the dark.

I heard him wake up. “Anna.” He slipped his hand into mine and squeezed.

“Do you have a flash light or anything? It’s so dark in here.”

Mitch sucked in a sharp breath and was silent. I turned my head towards him, my eyes searched the black for answers.

“Your eyes,” he said softly.

“What?!” I felt a little alarmed. How did he see my eyes in the dark?

“Josh…” Mitch said. Who was Josh? I assumed it was the stranger, but had no way of knowing.

Steps came towards me and I could feel someone getting closer. “I was afraid of this. Anna, can you see anything at all?” It was the stranger.

“No…” I said angrily. “What’s going on?! Tell me what’s happening!”

Mitch was the one to speak. “Your eyes are clouded over…I can barely see your irises.”

“What…so I’m blind?!”

“It’s about 10am and the sun is shining in the window right now.” Mitch grabbed my hand and moved it into the sunlight. I could feel the temperature change. It was warm.

So, that was it. I was blind. My heart sank into the bed that I was on, no longer was a part of my body. Colors, shapes, sunsets, flowers, faces… all gone. I might as well be a zombie.

Mitch tried to comfort me, but I was numb again. I knew I couldn’t live this way…not in this world anyway. Being blind would only cause me to be a burden on our group. I was too stubborn and too proud to be a burden…on anyone. “Mitch…”

He didn’t answer.

There was no way for him to have known what I was going to ask, or did he? I continued anyway. “You remembered what I asked porno you?”

“I won’t do it, Anna.”

“Mitch, we don’t even know if the virus is done. For all we know, this is one of the symptoms.”

“Your fever is gone.”

The fever. We assumed that the fever was what killed the thinking part of the infected, making them unable to speak, reason and act human. It looked as if our assumptions were correct. Could what Josh have done to me stopped the virus? What exactly did he do? “Josh, Mitch… You guys need to find people and let them know about this possible treatment. Perhaps if it’s administered early enough, it won’t cause blindness.”

“You can tell them, Anna. You are the proof.” Mitch said.

I knew that he desperately wanted me to stay with him, but I was getting annoyed. “Mitch, I won’t be anything but a burden to the group. There will be nothing I can contribute and someone will have to watch out for me at all times… and nobody wants that.”

“You’re wrong. I want that. I’ll take responsibility.”

He’ll take responsibility…for me. I wasn’t ANYONE’S responsibility! “No, dammit! Enough of this childhood obsess…” I sat up quickly, forcefully hitting my head into Mitch’s jaw. I fell back into the bed, seeing stars with my blind eyes. “Please just kill me.” The black world spun around me.

“No,” came the answer from Mitch.

“Please, Mitch….please do it.” I begged. I felt like I was about to pass out.

“NO. Just drop it Anna. I’m not going to kill you.” He sounded annoyed.

Why was HE annoyed? What right did he have to be annoyed AT ME?? This was MY choice, not his! Fine, I thought, two can play that game. I put my hand on my head, trying to stop the spinning. “Josh, since Mitch is too much of a coward do it…”

“NO ANNA!” Mitch jumped up quickly, I heard the chair he was sitting in fall backwards. “Stop asking for someone to kill you!”

“Dude, she wants to go…” Josh tried.

“DON’T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, GODDAMMIT! Do you hear me?!” Mitch’s voice boomed. I would’ve sworn that I heard the glass windows rattle in the frames. “Don’t you THINK about touching her!”

That was the last thing I heard before I passed out.

The sleep I had was not restful. I would reach for something I couldn’t see, feel myself falling, hear voices and not see faces. At times, I thought that I might be awake but realize that I didn’t feel anything. In one dream, I was surrounded by a thick fog. People were teasing me by staying just out of my visibility. I could see their forms, but the fog kept their identity obscured. When I moved closer, they would only take a step back.

I woke to someone gently shaking me. I held my eyes closed and listened.

“Anna,” whispered Josh. “I am laying the gun on the bed for you. If you feel like you need to…do it, Mitch is asleep right now.”

“Thank you, Josh.” I smiled as I heard Josh slowly creep away, out of the room.

I felt for the gun and wrapped my rus porno hand around it. It was a larger pistol with a clip, but I couldn’t be sure of the make. It might even have been the 9mm that Mitch had earlier. That would be smart of Josh. After I killed myself, Mitch couldn’t blame Josh for doing it…if it was Mitch’s gun.

I listened to the sound of Mitch breathing…the heavy, deep breathing of sleep. I felt bad for the argument earlier. The last words Mitch will have heard me say would’ve been me calling him a coward. So much I wanted to tell him, but I couldn’t. Waking him would only mean ending my chance to free myself…and free my group of me.

I brought the pistol to my head, finding the trigger with my right index finger. I smiled. It would soon be over. I whispered, “forgive me, father.”

I was startled as I felt someone leap across the bed, and I accidentally pulled the trigger. The sound was deafening. My eyes shot open as weight was crushing my chest. Mitch rolled off of me, clutching his right shoulder. He was bleeding. I had shot him.

“Oh my God, Mitch!” I screamed. “I’m so sorry! Why did you do that!” I leaped up and grabbed his arm, inspecting the damage.

His face showed all that he was feeling as he turned to face me. Pain, anger, relief… then…joy. “Your eyes!” I didn’t have time to think about what he had just said before I was being crushed in his arms.

My eyes? My eyes! I could see!

Josh burst in the room and took us in. “What happened?”

Mitch and I answered him at the same time, “she can see!” and “I shot Mitch!”

Josh looked at Mitch’s arm, then grabbed my chin and looked at my eyes. “Your eyes weren’t like this before…this ice blue, were they?”

“They are blue now?”

Mitch inspected my eyes too. “Not just blue…more like…the color when a dog’s eyes are blue.”

That would be interesting to see on a person, I thought. I shrugged. I didn’t care. I could see again. I stared at Mitch.

Josh got off of the bed, “I’ve got something to get the bullet out.” He turned at the door to look at us. “I’m tired of playing nurse to you guys. Knock it off.” He smiled and left the room.

Mitch and I stared at each other for what seemed like several minutes. He was breathing just as hard as I was. Was his heart beating as fast as mine too? I couldn’t take it one second longer. I leaped at him and found his mouth with mine. I was so hungry for him…and so upset with him at the same time. I grabbed his hair with my hand and pulled his head away from my face for a moment. “Why did you do that! That was so stupid!”

Mitch stared at me with wide eyes. Even though I was pulling his hair, he didn’t stop me. “If I didn’t, you’d be gone right now.”

He was right. I would be dead. “You STUPID, wonderful man!” I found his mouth again and climbed into his lap. His arms wrapped tightly around me and pulled me even closer. Obviously, he was ignoring the pain from seks filmi the gun shot.

My body had assumed control of my actions again. My brain no longer functioned. My body was starving and it knew that my hunger could be quenched by Mitch.

“Ahem…” It was Josh.

Somewhat embarrassed, I quickly climbed from Mitch. Staring at the wooden floor, I tried grasping the area rug with my toes…when Mitch’s hand found mine. Josh ripped the sleeve of Mitch’s shirt for better access to the wound. I looked at Mitch. He simply smiled.

Josh brought a pair of forceps up to Mitch’s wound, “this is going to hurt… a lot.”

I got up, “maybe I should go…”

“No.” Mitch’s eyes begged me to stay. I really didn’t want to. The whole scene made me uneasy, but I sat back down next to Mitch. He did just save my life. When he squeezed my hand so hard that I thought he was going to break it, I said nothing. I knew Josh was fishing in Mitch’s arm for the slug that I had meant for me. Thankfully, it didn’t last long.

“Got it!” Josh held up the rounded piece of metal in the forceps.

I held out my hand. I wanted to keep that slug. While it might have seemed silly to someone else, that bit of metal was significant to me.

Josh rinsed it in the pan of alcohol he had, then plopped it into my hand. I marveled at it’s shape as Josh finished with Mitch’s arm.

“There we go.” Josh said as he packed up the medical things he had used on Mitch. “I have some venison to cook up when you guys…are ready. Until then, I’ll give you some privacy.” He smiled as he closed the door to the room.

Josh could only have meant one thing. The bravery I had felt earlier was gone. I was alone in a room…with a bed…with Mitch. I looked at him. Instead of looking at me like a tiger about to devour it’s prey, he just smiled sweetly.

“You’re eyes…they are so different now.” He had to have been ignoring the look of fear on my face. Mitch scooted a little closer to me, inspecting my eyes. “I need to find a mirror to show you, but they look like glacial water. Bright blue around the edges. They are very beautiful now, but I loved your old eye color.”

“Thank you,” I said. My thanks wasn’t for the compliments on my eyes though, and he knew it.

“I told you I wouldn’t let you leave me again.”

I smiled. “Stalker.”

He laughed. Mitch eased closer, finding my mouth with his. He was gentle, as if he sought out my receptiveness to his touch. I was slightly amused at how tender this big man could be.

I reflected upon him saving my life and the fact that I somehow avoided turning into a zombie. I pulled away from Mitch for a moment and looked at him. I had survived all of that…I had no reason to be afraid of intimacy…especially with Mitch. While those thoughts helped, I was still nervous. I kissed him once more, gathering the courage to say what I wanted to. “I have something I want to give to you.”

“What…the slug? I don’t want that,” Mitch said. He kissed my neck. “It would just remind me of how close I came to…” and he didn’t finish the sentence.

“No, not that. The slug is mine.”

Mitch looked at me. “Then what?”

I took a deep breath. “My virginity.”

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Found in the Dark

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Big Tits

Spires and fins of sandstone rock stood black against the orange horizon of sunset. Joe snapped pictures until the sky grew too dim, then he sat on a boulder and watched the stars appear over the backcountry of Arches National Park.

The desert air soon grew too cool for him to sit much longer wearing only a T-shirt and shorts. As he started to stand up, he heard a wooshing sound overhead. A gust of wind blew dust into his eyes. He squinted and saw a black shape occlude the stars, heading to his right and moving very fast. He wondered what it could be. A plane would have had lights, and if it had been in trouble he would hear a crash. He waited, but didn’t hear anything more. Probably some secret military craft.

Joe tucked the digital camera into his backpack and pulled out a flashlight for the long hike back to his car. The trail was tricky enough to find during the day, he hoped he remembered it well enough from when he was here four years ago. It was a loop trail and the section he had walked in on was longer so he didn’t want to go back that way.

About half an hour later he thought he heard the crunch of gravel some distance behind him. He stopped to listen. Nothing for several seconds, then he heard it again. But he saw no light. He shook his head. Who would be fool enough to try this trail without a flashlight? Probably some tourist who hadn’t believed the warnings about how long the trail took to hike.

Or could it be an animal? He tried to recall what sorts of wildlife lived in Arches. Deer certainly, but he thought a hoofed animal would sound different and a predator, like a mountain lion or coyote, would be quieter. It was most likely a human.

Maybe he should wait up for the hiker. At least they could get lost together. He stood waiting in the dark and turned his flashlight off so he could look at the stars. The Milky Way stood out like a bright splash of milk across the sky. There were so many stars visible that Joe had trouble even picking out the Big Dipper.

After ten or fifteen minutes he realized he hadn’t heard any more footsteps. He shrugged, figuring the hiker had given up for the night, or the noise had been something else. Turning his flashlight back on, he continued down the trail to his car.

He was relieved when he recognized some rock formations that marked the last section of the primitive trail. Soon he would be at the better-marked main trail of Devils Garden. Not paying as much attention to where he was walking as he should have been, Joe suddenly stepped down into a hole and fell forward, dropping his flashlight. Pain shot through his right leg as his shin cracked against a boulder.

“Shit.” He sat up and gingerly felt his leg, hoping he hadn’t broken the bone.

“Are you all right?” said a female voice, with a slight foreign accent Joe couldn’t identify.

“Not sure,” he answered. “I hit my leg pretty hard on a rock.” This must be the hiker who had been behind him. He reached for the flashlight, not broken at least, and flashed the beam over her. She held up a hand to block the light from her eyes.

“Sorry,” he said, and pointed the light down. He had glimpsed a nice-looking body stuffed into short shorts, a tight T-shirt, and hiking boots. She had long, golden-brown hair, but he hadn’t been able to see her face with her hand in front of it. He wondered if it looked as good as the rest of her. Now he wished that he had waited for her longer.

She squatted next to him and gently pressed his shin. “I don’t feel a break, but I think you should stay off that leg until you can get it checked out by a doctor. I’ll help you back to your car.”

He didn’t think he needed to baby his leg that much, but couldn’t pass up the chance to wrap an arm around her for a mile. “Thanks, I’d appreciate it. I’m Joe, by the way.”

“Cailli.”

She wasn’t a large girl, only about five six, but he could feel firm muscle as he put an arm around her waist. It felt very good.

He tried not to lean too much of his weight on her, he was a good six inches taller, but his leg hurt more than he thought it would. Her breast bounced against his side as they walked, keeping his mind off the pain. When they reached his car, an old Toyota Celica, he sat against the hood and shrugged off his backpack. “Thanks for the help,” he said, as he dug the car keys out of a side pocket. “I might have been stuck out there until a tourist found me in the morning. Are you camped here?”

“No, I was hoping I’d be able to hitch a ride into Moab.”

“It’s kind of late for traffic, especially at this end of the park. It’s nearly twenty miles out to the highway.”

“I didn’t realize I was so far from this parking lot. I was hoping to get here before everyone left. I can’t wait until morning since Senator Barimer is speaking at eight.”

“Barimer?” He couldn’t help saying the name venomously.

“You sound like you don’t plan on voting for him.”

“No way would I vote for that villain. I don’t know how he ever became a presidential candidate. porna He must have the best PR people money can buy.” He shuddered at the thought of Barimer as president of the United States and prayed it wouldn’t happen.

“Do many people feel that way about him?”

“I don’t know. Most who do are probably afraid to say anything against him in public. What about you, are you voting for him?”

“I’m not an American.”

“Oh, where are you from?”

“No place you’d have heard of. I’ll drive.” She grabbed the keys from his hand and opened the doors. As she threw both of their packs into the backseat, he hopped into the passenger side.

He was pretty good at geography and was annoyed that she assumed he wouldn’t have heard of her country. He took a good look at Cailli as she got into the driver’s seat. She looked European, but also kind of exotic. Sort of Sophia Loren-like, but with a smaller mouth. And younger of course–about twenty he’d guess.

She gave him a mischievous-looking smile as she turned the key in the ignition, as if she knew he was checking her out and liked it. Or at least he hoped she did.

The car’s interior light winked out and he sighed and tried to relax. His leg throbbed with painnow, but it was worth it–she probably wouldn’t have noticed a rather ordinary-looking guy like him otherwise. He kept himself in good shape, working out in the gym whenever he could, and women did say he had nice brown eyes. Was Cailli interested in him? She looked like an actress or a model, though. Well, no, definitely not a model. They were usually much skinnier. Cailli had curves.

He glanced at her breasts, dimly lit by the instrument panel. They weren’t too large, and the shape looked natural. Probably real. His cock stirred as he thought about what she would look like naked, taking his mind off his aching leg.

“I like dark-haired men,” she said. “Are you a student?”

Yes, he thought, maybe this encounter could lead to something. “Yeah, I’m a grad student in engineering at Michigan Tech. I’m out here seeing some of the West before starting my summer job back in Detroit. What about you?”

“Hiking at night can be dangerous.”

“I’ve noticed,” he replied with a laugh, while wondering why she changed the subject. Was she hiding something?

Cailli drove a bit faster than he thought was safe at night, and much faster than the park’s speed limit. She didn’t slow down when they reached the steep, curved section of road near the park entrance. He grasped the edges of the seat with both hands and was about to warn her to slow down when she finally did so. He started breathing again.

When they reached Moab, she insisted on driving him to the hospital emergency room to have his leg examined. To his relief, nothing was broken. He did get a prescription for pain-relief medication.

“Do you have a motel room?” he asked Cailli, after he joined her back in the car.

She shook her head.

“I doubt if there’ll be any vacancies at this time of night,” he said. “Not with the Senator speaking here tomorrow. I was planning on sleeping in the car after I get this prescription filled.”

“Oh, I think I’ll be able to find a room. People are always making reservations and not showing up.”

She drove down Main Street and stopped at a drugstore to get the pain meds for him, then pulled into a Best Western.

He looked doubtfully at the No Vacancy sign, but Cailli bounced out of the car and into the office, looking confident. He wondered if she was going to try for one room or two. He should have warned her that he couldn’t afford a place like this.

Several minutes later she left the office with a big grin on her face. “I hope you don’t mind sharing a room,” she said, as she slid back into the driver’s seat. “It has two double beds.”

“Not at all.” He tried not to sound too happy.

She parked in front of a door and carried both of their packs, plus his suitcase, into the room and dropped them onto one of the beds. After helping him settle comfortably into the other bed and propping him up on pillows with the remote control, water, and pain meds to hand, she went out for ice.

Later, as she was making up an icepack for his leg, he asked, “You’re not a nurse are you?”

“Nah, I’ve just studied first aid, stuff like that.”

“How much do I owe you for the prescription and half the room? I don’t have too much left, but–“

“Don’t worry about it.” She smiled. “I have a generous expense account.”

“That’s unusual these days. What do you do?”

She shrugged. “I fix things.”

He was about to ask what sort of things, when she leaned over and kissed him. A long, slow kiss. She swirled her tongue slowly around his, playing with it like a cat playing with a mouse. He was fully erect by the time she pulled away and licked her lips. In the light of the lamp over the bed he could see the edges of contacts in her light-brown eyes. He felt more relaxed and sure of himself knowing she had some imperfection, and that she really pprno did seem to like him. Was there going to be more than a kiss?

“I’m starving,” she said. “How about you?”

She was out the door before he could answer. While she was gone, he hopped to the bathroom for a quick shower, then changed into clean clothes. At first he was going to skip the underwear, but decided to wear his best briefs, the blue ones. He didn’t want to seem like he had been expecting sex–he had heard that usually turned women off. Although he had had sex with a few women, he wished he could appear more experienced and knowledgeable. With his bruised leg, she couldn’t expect too much from him, like fancy positions.

About a half-hour later she returned with four large boxes of Chinese take-out, and a large bottle of orange juice. Not exactly what he would have liked with Chinese, but since she was paying, he wasn’t about to complain.

Joe figured Cailli would only eat a few bites, like most girls he took out to restaurants, but she ate as much as he did. They polished off everything, down the last morsel of sweet and sour pork and the last grain of rice, leaving nothing for breakfast.

Cailli stretched her arms over her head and leaned back against the headboard, next to him. Then she opened her fortune cookie. “Your success will astonish everyone,” she read. “Well, that’s good to know.”

“What kind of business are you here for?” he tried asking again. He was hoping for another kiss more than an answer this time.

“Sometimes I just observe events, but this time, I think I’ll have to intervene a little.” She brushed cookie crumbs off her breasts. “I feel dusty. I think I’ll take a shower before bed. Do you need anything first?”

He needed to fuck her, but knew that wouldn’t be the right thing to say, so he just shook his head and turned on CNN as she skipped off to the bathroom. The news was all about the candidates, even though it was four months until elections. Joe watched an old episode of Seinfeld until his leg began hurting. He started to take another pill, but noticed he was out of water. Cailli had just turned off the shower and probably needed to towel herself off and do those million things women did in the bathroom, so he hobbled to the sink himself.

When he got there he noticed that the door to the bathroom was cracked open. He peeked inside. A mirror faced the opening in the door, but it was too steamed up for him to see more than a misty shape. The details were fuzzed out, like they do for TV. He hated shows like that.

He returned to bed, wondering if Cailli was just teasing him. Usually he wouldn’t even try to talk to such a beautiful woman. They usually ignored most ordinary guys. But if she was interested in having some fun, he certainly wouldn’t discourage her. What would she wear when she came out of the bathroom? He didn’t remember her taking a change of clothes in there with her.

Just as he was imagining her naked. She came out much sooner than he expected, wearing only a skimpy white towel around her torso. She rummaged in her pack for clothes, bending over not quite far enough for him to see her pussy. Mentally he urged her a little farther over. It didn’t work. She straightened up and scampered back to the bathroom with some clothes. He sighed and told his erection to calm down.

As he listened to Cailli blow-dry her hair, he closed his eyes, then awoke with a jerk and sat up straighter. This was a bad time to feel so drowsy. He wished he hadn’t taken that second pain pill now.

His eyes closed again.

* * *

When he woke from the pain in his leg he couldn’t remember where he was at first. The silent room was dimly lit by outside lights shining through a gap in the curtains. He was alone in the bed, and the other bed looked empty also, except for the two backpacks and his suitcase.

“Cailli?” he called out. No answer.

With her backpack still here, she couldn’t have gone far, he thought. He hopped to the window and looked outside. His car was gone.

“Fucking bitch!” He pounded the windowsill with his fist, then turned on a light and sat on the bed to look through her pack. All it contained was the shirt and socks she had been wearing earlier, a contacts case, a bag of toiletries, a water bottle, and some energy bars. He was disappointed not to find any underwear to sniff, and wondered if she ever wore any. Anyway, there was nothing in the backpack that she would miss if she left it behind, but why would she leave her pack if she was taking off?

He was tired and his leg hurt, so he decided not to worry about it until morning. If she hadn’t returned by then, he’d call the police. After taking another pill, undressing, and crawling under the covers, he fell back to sleep.

* * *

Bright sunlight hit his face, waking him. He squinted as Cailli entered the room and closed the door.

“Breakfast time,” she said, too cheerily for him. “How does your bruise feel this morning?”

Joe rokettube glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Seven-ten. He could have slept for a couple more hours. Instead he sat up and yawned as he felt his leg under the covers.

“It’s a little swollen, but not as painful. Where were you last night?”

“Oh, I couldn’t sleep so I drove until I found this peaceful this spot near the Colorado and listened to the water for a while. I hope you don’t mind? I filled the car with gas on my way back,” she said, as she kicked off her boots and spread out bagels, cream cheese, apple juice, and strawberries on the bed.

Another big meal on top of last night’s feast–she really was unusual, he thought. He wasn’t sure if he bought her story, but at least she was back, with his car.

“Did you get any coffee?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I can’t drink it, but I forgot that you might want some. I think there’s a coffeemaker here somewhere.” She found it in a cabinet and got the pot going. He slipped on his T-shirt and shorts while her back was turned.

The coffee tasted stale, but at least it woke him up. He turned on the news while they sat together on the bed and ate. It was more of the same election crap as last night. He was about to turn it off when they came on with a special news bulletin.

“Earlier this morning, Senator Barimer woke in his hotel room unable to remember who he was or why he was there. He had been touring his home state of Utah and was to speak in Moab later this morning. Currently, he is being held at the Moab hospital, where doctors are trying to determine more about his condition. We will–“

“Well, it looks like he may be out of the race.”

“It’s a little too soon to say that, but it would be a relief. I wonder what happened?”

Cailli turned off the TV and rolled toward Joe. “I’m glad your leg is better today,” she murmured as she nuzzled his ear. When she placed a hand on his leg, just below the bottom of his shorts, he set his unfinished coffee on the nightstand. He ran his fingers through her hair then down her back to her buttocks. They were so nice and firm under her tight shorts.

She got up on her knees and threw a leg across his hips to straddle him. After tugging off his shirt, she leaned over and kissed him. He fondled her pendant breasts, unfettered by a bra. As he cupped and gently squeezed her breasts, the nipples hardened, pressing against her shirt. He swirled his fingers over her nipples several times before pulling her shirt up over her breasts to fondle them further.

Cailli moved her mouth down to lick one of his nipples, then the other. She moved backward, kissing her way down his body to a point just past his navel. She glanced up at him with a mischievous grin and licked her lips like a cat, then brushed them over his bulging erection.

“I think we need to free this little beastie, give it some air,” she said, as she slowly unbuttoned, then unzipped his shorts.

He gazed at her breasts as she straightened up and pulled her shirt over her head. The lovely orbs changed shape, the pink nipples and brown aureoles riding up, then down. Before he could reach for them, she climbed off the bed and unbuttoned her shorts, then eased the zipper down, uncovering golden-brown pubic hair. She turned around and wiggled her ass as she pulled her shorts down.

Before turning back to him, she rummaged in her backpack and pulled a red and pink tube out of the toiletries bag. Joe hadn’t looked carefully at what she had in there and wondered if this was lubricant.

After she turned around again, she nibbled at the tip of his cock through his underwear as she massaged his balls. He sat up and caressed her hair and drew it to one side so he could better see what she was doing to his cock with her mouth. Her ear looked strange and he brushed the hair off it. The tip was pointed.

“I’ve never seen anyone with pointed ears, although I have heard of people getting it done surgically so they look like Vulcans or elves.”

“Mmmm . . . It’s actually a family trait,” she mumbled, as she continued to nibble at his cock.

He lay back down and she pulled his underwear up and off his erection. She gave his cock a few quick laps of her tongue before slipping his underwear off and tossing them onto the other bed. As she took the head of his cock in her mouth and flicked her tongue over the tip, he couldn’t help trembling. Sloppily she licked his whole cock, then straddled him again and rubbed her pussy up and down along the length of it.

Her pubic hair felt so soft. He reached down to run his fingers through it. It was like fur, thick and soft like long-haired-cat fur. She slid a little further forward and teased the tip of his cock with her soft, wet pussy. He swirled his finger over her clit.

“Oh, yes, there,” she gasped out. After wriggling on his finger for several minutes, she opened the tube and scooted back, exposing his cock. She squeezed a glop of lotion onto his cock and used both hands to rub it up and down and around.

It felt so good he was afraid he’d come right away, but then his cock began to feel hotter and hotter. Just when it was to the point of becoming uncomfortable, it cooled down again until it felt icy.

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12:43am
Blitz house, Somewhere in Enddinhton

I just Got there and it was only Me Blitz and Fox. We were going to Set

some stuff up and then Smoke some pot till the Others came.
“SQUIRREL!” Fox screamed from down stairs,
“Once sec, Gran!” I told Blitz’s Grandfather as I dashed down stairs

“What, Do you want to suck my dick, or just hand over the Jeany?”
Jeany was the Bowl Fox one that week at a game of poker with a few of the

dealer here in parchment.
“No, I got a girl that just texted me, she said She wants to meet you”
“Me?”
“You”
“Why? did I do something?” Blitz walked by and I stoped him “Hey, bro Can

I steal one of your cigs?
“Make yo self at home, Your gonna be here for the next week” he told me,

I thanked him and light up.
“Because,” Fox started again, “she added you on facebook and says your

hot.”
“What? does she do Meth?”
“No, she’s a stoner… Not a crackhead”
“Oh,” I raised my right eyebrow “Who’d this girl?”
“She’s My friend”
“Oh Thanks That’s Helpful”
“I know, She’ll be here at 1am”
“Okay, What, am I her babysitter?”
“Yes, she’s 14 and she’s German..”
“What!” I gasped “Dude, You know how HOT! German girls are?”
“Very, I know. If she was on the no touch list from Zach, I’d fuck her,

but she is so I won’t.” He said taking a sip of his Beer “and if you

don’t want your ass kick by Zach you’d keep your pants on too.”
“I’ll Try Fox,” I said ending this chat, I went karaman escort up stairs with the Cig in

my mouth, I puffed on it alittle bit, but went out looking for Blitz AKA

Zach, there was alot more people there now, about 15 not including: Zach,

Fox, and me. I didn’t know any of them, I didn’t care. I was to busy

thinking about this German girl, that wanted to meet me. The smoke from

ciggiret burned my eyes after a few minutes as the cherry, the red

glowing part of the cig, almost reached the fliter. “damn it” I muttered,

throwing my butt on the grass and then stomping it out,
“Zach Where the fuck are you!” I shouted into the woods
“Over here” he called back,
“Where the fuck is over here?”
“Turn around dumbass” he said a-merging from the woods
“What are you doing in there?”
“Looking for a bush” by bush he met someplace to have sex
“right. Is brit gonna be here?”
“Yes, She’s back there getting dressed.”
“Damn Zach, You lucky bastard!”
“Yea, I know.. come’on, Let go get high”.
he said pulling out some weed.

“Right behind you,” I said pulling out my wooden pipe,
“Nice Squirrel” Zach said grabbing the pipe. “I Like it! How much do you

want for it?”
“Give me 30 in weed and It’s yours,”
“tomorrow Squirrel, and I shall take this with pride” I started to pack

the bowl, that’s where you start putting the weed into the bowl and

backing it down, I lit karasu escort up the Pipe and then with the end oh the lighter I

pushed down the burning weed down into the un burned part, I took a Big

puff and the handed it too Zach. “Dude” I ex-hailed “that’s the shit

right there hahahahaha” when you smoke, everything becomes funny and your

secnes are Highthin and the colors are deeper.
“Yes it is.” he said Agreeing with me.
A girl walked up to us, She was pretty, and was young, younger then me,

and I was the youngest.
“Hallo” she said in a thick German accent.
“Hi,” i said dropping the pipe out of the mouth.
“SQUIRREL” Zach yelled “Dont lose the weed!”
“Fuck,” I whispered, and pick the bowl back up. “who are you.”
she introduced her self and for the life of me i can not remember her

name.
“I am from Germany and the.. Pot as you call it… is legal… “
“really” i said passing her the bowl, and she took a big puff “jesus,”
“Squirrel, keep you pants on,” zach said. she leaned over and kissed me

on the lips and passed the smoke to me. “Fuck,” Zach moaned.
“We will” she told him standing up and pulling out a pipe of her own full

up weed, “follow me she said pulling me by the hand into the woods…

after alittle bit she stopped and turned arounded and kissed me again,

‘this will be good’ i though to myself. she pushed me to the ground and

unzipped my karatay escort pants, pulling them down to my knees then lit up her pipe.

“This is Love Poison”
“You mean Potion,” I correted her,
“Yes yes.” she said putting the pipe to my lips I inhailed the smoke,
and if i didn’t have a big enough boner, My dick grew, more.
“Jesus,” I pulled her close to me and kissed her, while taking off her

pants. I pulled them all the way down when I saw she wasn’t wearing

panties or anything… I rubbed my dick up and down her pussy, till it

was nice and wet, and then Slowly I inserted it. It was like nothing I’ve

ever felt before. It was warm, and tight. Our bodies were one at that

moment.
We moved together, then she sat up and moved up and down, I flipped her

over onto her back, and I pounded that pussy till I was almost coming in

side her and I pulled out, she grabbed my dick and put it into her mouth

and like that, I came.
she spat it out then Took a drink of her vodka. and kissed me.
“you, are good. one of the best.” she told me
“I am… well was a virgin. you were my first.”
“I don’t believe you. but that is fine with me.”
She got up and put her pants back on. She held my hand, and for the rest

of the night we were one.

When i woke up the next morning she wasn’t cuddled up next to me like she

was when we fell asleep, on Zach’s bed. I asked Zach what happened to

her, he told me that she had to be at the airport back home at 5am. I

never would talk to her again, to my regret. I will always want to talk to her again, and ask her if she remembers me.
Maybe the Gods will bless me and I shall meet her the the next life.

fin.

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Chapter 4

Back to the castle, up to the royal chambers, and to the lady Isana’s room; here the two women of the previous scene have retired, to the safety and comfort of the lady’s room. The lady has already sent word that she had a headache and would be unable to attend dinner. They sat together on the lady’s bed, discussing what had just transpired.

“I am so sorry for putting you through that ordeal,” Isana spoke, “I should’ve never asked you to do it.”

“It is alright my lady,” Alicia replied, “It is I who has failed you. Had I had more experience in such things, I would have fulfilled my duty.”

“Wh-What experience have you had in… such things?” Isana asked hesitantly.

Alicia paused as her cheeks flushed, “None, my lady. I am still yet a virgin.”

“Still a virgin?” Isana asked stunned.

“Yes Lady.”

“Surely many young men would fancy you.”

“Alas none fancy me enough to court me. Honestly I can’t blame them. Who would fancy such a plain thing as me?”

“What nonsense do you speak by calling yourself plain? You are beautiful! Any man would be most fortunate to have you.”

“You think me beautiful?”

“I have always thought you beautiful. Do you recall when we were little and I would pull your hair?”

“Yes.” Alicia giggled at the recollection of those childhood days.

“I did that because I was envious of you. I thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world; especially your hair.” Isana brushed her hand over Alicia’s head, to the back and gently cupped her hand around a lock a of Alicia’s golden hair, letting a fine hairs flow from her fingers.

“You thought me most beautiful?” Alicia’s insides tightened in a strangely pleasing way as Isana played with her hair. It felt like when she had been with the knight, but somehow this was different.

“Yes.” Isana still admired the golden silk of Alicia’s head. Even as a child, she knew there was something about Alicia that drew her close to this golden girl. Whenever they had been separated, Isana’s mind would invariably drift to the thought of seeing her again. Now she felt more drawn to her than ever.

Both of them felt intimacy of the moment. Isana could see her maiden’s devotion to her. She knew that Alicia would never betray her or leave her side. She longed to express the love for her maiden that she felt.

Alicia saw in her lady’s eyes that she truly regretted what had happened, and how she deeply and truly cared for her. She knew that her lady would never intentionally hurt her or put her in danger. She felt closer to Isana than her sister.

As they sat on the lady’s bed, there was a gentle rapping at the door followed by the voice of a guard, “Ma’ Lady, the Knight Aldwyn has arrived and wishes to see you.”

“Send him in,” commanded the Lady Isana. The bolt turned and the door opened and here entered the knight Aldwyn. “Make you report. What have you learned of my future husband?” inquired the lady Isana.

“Of course my lady,” replied the knight in an even tone, “however I would prefer to do so in… complete privacy as this is a delicate matter,” his eyes momentarily shifted towards Alicia.

“You will make your report now and in present company,” the lady Isana spoke sharply with a most irritated expression.

The knight Aldwyn bent his head down, lowering his eyes to the floor as a gesture of respectful supplication, “As you wish. Your husband to be is the son of your royal father’s ally, King Dietrich. He is said to be of a quiet disposition. He is a studious ayvalık escort young man with a vast memory. It was even discussed at one time whether he should enter the clergy for academic study, however his status as the sole heir disallowed the possibility. He is a regular patron of local artistic and theatrical productions.”

The lady Isana interrupted sharply, “What of his nature? Is he handsome or a fatted glutton? Is he prone to drunkenness or violence? Is he a graceless twit, or will he dance me off my feet at the ceremony? Is he…?”

“He is queer,” Aldwyn interrupted loud enough to stop Isana’s rant but low enough not to alert the ears of others.

“What?” the lady Isana’s face stunned.

“Your future husband is queer my lady,” answered the knight Aldwyn, “It is whispered that the prince has be intimate with one of his escorts for some years.”

Aldwyn paused with a most disheartened expression. Isana knew it well and asked, “What else is there to know?”

“It is also whispered that in order for you to conceive an heir, the King Dietrich will have to do the honors himself,” the Knight Aldwyn finished.

The lady Isana sat on the bed of her chamber her expression rendering frustrated contemplation. “You may take your leave,” the lady Isana spoke in a barely audible voice. The knight bowed, turned and left the room. As the door shut behind the noble knight, the lady and her maiden sat together in silence.

Chapter 5

Some weeks later, the country is preparing to send off their Lady Isana to the neighboring kingdom to be married. It is a time of both joy and sorrow; joy in that their lady will finally be made a proper princess and soon a queen, but also sorrow in that she will have to leave her country and may not return for many years.

For the lady, the idea of leaving the place she had called home all her life was deeply troubling. However she did take solace in the fact that Alicia would be coming with her. Also the valiant knight Aldwyn would be assigned to her as her personal escort. He may not have been her first choice but her father had made up his mind and she respected her father’s decision.

After the ceremonial sendoff, the lady’s convoy was finally on its way the court of King Dietrich by mid morning. The procession began with several horsemen, the knight Aldwyn riding among them. Next was a horse drawn wagon containing possessions of the lady and her dowry, protected by several armed men. In the middle was the carriage of the lady Isana herself which, although well furnished, was small and the uneven road made travel in the carriage uncomfortable. Behind the lady’s carriage was another wagon of guarded valuables. Bringing up the rear were a few horsemen.

Inside the lady’s carriage, Isana and Alicia sat and talked as girls, attempting to forget both the journey and what lay at the end of this three day journey… with little success. Isana could not fathom why her father would betroth her to a man who would not truly be her husband. Not only that, she couldn’t even to begin to contemplate the idea a siring a child with a man old enough to be her father. If she had been able to bring herself to think of it, she would have thought her to-be father-in-law a lecher.

On the first night, the strange cot Isana lay on gave her as much comfort as her thoughts. Alicia who was more accustomed to cots had less trouble getting comfortable. Even though she found the prospect of leaving home as disheartening as Isana, she found peace aziziye escort in the presence of her lady who was less than an arm’s length away. As Alicia slept, the moon’s light cast though the window, softly illuminating her angelic features. Isana saw her faithful maiden lying next to her. The look of contentment on her face seemed to wipe away the unrest in Isana’s heart. “She could always do that for me,” Isana thought to herself as she finally began to drift off to sleep.

Outside, among the men on watch, the knight Aldwyn was in conference with one of his lieutenants, the knight Waren. Both of the men were kneeling down examining a set of fresh horse prints. “Do you recognize these?” Aldwyn asked his subordinate, indicating a particular set of tracks.

“No,” Waren answered, “These are strange to me. The shoe is too narrow and the stride length is too short to be any of our horses. Do you know these tracks?”

“Yes,” Aldwyn sighed irritatedly, “It’s been six years since I saw them last but I know those prints all too well.”

“Six years?” Waren asked puzzled and then it struck him, “You don’t mean… Barbarians?”

“Over the last few weeks, I’ve received reports that some horsemen had been seen just beyond our southern boarder, but they must have moved heaven and earth to make it this far north,” Aldwyn said.

“I’ll rally the men.”

“No, leave them be. We don’t know that these were raiders. It could have been an envoy or traders. Besides, the possibility of the barbarians knowing the exact route and date of our journey is a remote one, and we’re too close to our own castle for a raid to go unnoticed. They may be barbarians, but they are not fouls.”

Aldwyn was silent for a moment. The lieutenant saw that his superior was in deep thought. After a moment, Aldwyn turned to the knight Waren and instructed him, “Find our two fastest riders and quietly bring them to me. I will have a message for each of them to carry. I will have specific instructions for each of them. They ride tonight. Go.”

With that, the lieutenant stood and left to carry out his instructions. Aldwyn did not rise, but remained kneeling as he prayed God that his suspicions were wrong, but the prints in the ground before him was evidence enough for him. They were riding into an ambush.

Chapter 6

It was mid-day on the second day of travel. The white light of the sun beamed through the green leaves high above. The smell of perspiring horses permeated the air. The sound of pattering hooves, cranking wheels and jostling wagons droned on incessantly. The journey was already wearing on the lady.

An unsatisfying night’s sleep and the confining accommodations had not improved her mood. Alicia’s presence was about the only restraint on the lady’s mood. Had she not been preoccupied with her own situation, she would have noticed that there was one less voice to the choir of noise.

All the men were silent. All of them had seen the look on their knight’s face. Although he had said nothing of his suspicions, they did notice that they were two riders short, but more importantly; they noticed their knight’s expression. Those who had served with him on the Barbarian campaign six years ago knew that expression all too well. He only wore it when he was about to go into battle. The mood among all the soldiers was tense.

The knight was had not rested since the previous night. He knew that if an ambush was imminent, there would be scouts observing them as they approached and that meant that his babaeski escort safety was in danger.

He knew from experience that barbarian scouts would often enter into encampments that they were supposed to observe to steal valuables, food, and when possible weapons. They would also assassinate commanders just before a battle.

They were ruthless and brutal, but also undisciplined. In fact, it was often a punishment in barbarian armies to be made a scout. The high causality rate made it an effective means of either execution or instilling discipline.

Aldwyn had taken a tonic that an herbalist had assured him would stave off sleep for at least a full day with no ill effect. While he did not feel the need for sleep, his inability to still the anxiety in his heart was most frustrating. “I’ll have to have a little talk with that herbalist when I get back,” He thought to himself, “If I get back. If I survive. If I don’t get killed.” Aldwyn sighed and closed his eyes trying to quell the disquieting thought that seemed to buzz inside his mind. He opened his eyes again in time to see the column of men jump out from the tree line in front of the lead horses.

A horrendous roar of the barbarian battle cry went up. A dozen or so men dressed in animal skins wielding axes charged them from the front and what sounded like an equal number of men were also charging from the rear. The horses began to nay and buck their riders in fear.

The knight immediately began to bellow his orders, “Halt! Guardsmen dismount! Form ranks around the lady! Horsemen to me!” With that, Aldwyn spurred his horse and charged the forward column with his sword in hand.

Chapter 7

The battle was fast and brutal. The guardsmen were inexperienced and unfamiliar with the tactics of repelling an assault. The narrow lane of road made charging with horses nearly impossible and the savage efficiency of the barbarians was most effective.

Nearly all the guardsmen were dead, half the horses were either dead or dieing, and most of the horsemen were bloodied and cleaved. However the barbarians did not go without causalities. In fact, of the twenty some men they began with, fewer than eight escaped. The rest were either dead or severely bloodied.

Aldwyn sat on a felled tree as one of his men bandaged a wound on his left arm. Waren trotted up to his commander as fast as his limp would allow him. “Sire,” the lieutenant blurted out.

“Yes lieutenant,” the knight replied.

“Sire, they’ve taken the lady,” Waren spoke hastily.

“What?”

“The barbarians weren’t after the riches. They were after the lady. She’s gone. Her maiden with her.”

“Fetch me a horse,” Aldwyn stood as the man binding his wound was finishing the knot.

“But Sire, we can’t mount a search now. Too many men are still injured. We can’t spare any…”

“I’ll go alone.”

“But Sire, one against how many barbarians with a head start? It is mad…”

“Acting captain Rainart should be arriving soon with a full compliment of cavalry, per the message that I sent him last night. Knight Sheridan of King Dietrich’s court should meet up with you in a day or so with fresh troops and horsemen. Tell them to follow my trail as I will be following the lady.”

Aldwyn continued, “They had to have ridden all the way from our border to here in just a few days. Their horses will be tired and the men will need rest after the battle. Besides, if I know the lady, she’ll be fighting them tooth and nail all the way. They’ll have to camp here for at least the night. If I can find them, we can save the lady.”

As Aldwyn was saddling onto his horse Waren asked, “Sire, if you should fail, what would be the random for the lady?”

“Our home Lieutenant. Our home,” with that, the knight rode off in search of his lady.

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