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From the Ashley Cooper Series.

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I’ll be the first to admit, I’ve been a bad girl the last couple of years and Santa has made exceptions for me that he probably shouldn’t have. Well, it all came to a head (ha… ha…) one evening before Christmas, when Santa paid me a visit. While I’m sure he meant to persuade me into being a good girl, he taught me that being bad can also be very rewarding. Needless to say, I met the North Pole that night and it was more exciting than I could have possibly imagined. To this day, I’m still not sure if it was a dream because it felt so real, and my pussy smelled like a peppermint candy cane the next morning. Regardless, it was the most amazing Christmas gift I’d ever received.

The night in question happened shortly after I’d fallen asleep one cold night in December. Before I could comprehend what was happening, someone grabbed my leg and pulled me to the edge of my mattress.

“Ho..ho..ho…! Ashley, wake up!”

“Santa?” I asked turning to look at him. I rubbed my eyes. “What’s going on?”

He wagged his white glove at me. “Ashley, you’ve been a very bad girl. You’re on Santa’s naughty list.”

I sighed and thought about all the sexual encounters I’d had over the past year. “I know. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.”

“You didn’t leave me any cookies either Ashley. I’m very disappointed,” said Santa, shaking his head. He removed his velvety red cap and put it on my nightstand. “I’ve got to teach you a lesson Ashley.”

I sat up. “What do you mean?”

With a twinkle in his blue eyes he touched the top of my pajamas. “You need a good old fashioned spanking. Apparently, it’s been a long time coming.”

I shook my head. “Oh, I don’t think so Santa. I’ll just take the coal this year.”

Santa picked me up off the bed, he was surprisingly very strong for a jolly old elf, and sat down on a big red chair, that magically appeared out of nowhere. I’d worn a long white t-shirt to bed and a red lacy thong, so when he bent me over on his lap he had an easy access to my rear. He moved my shirt away from my ass cheeks and I could feel his warm breath on my skin.

“I didn’t know you dished out spankings, Santa,” I said.

He chuckled. “In your case, it’s needed.” He removed one of his gloves. “Believe me Ashley, this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you.”

I rolled my eyes. Right.

Then he raised his hand and slapped me hard on the ass.

“Oh! Santa,” I pleaded. “Please don’t spank me!”

“You’ve been a bad…bad…girl,” Halkalı travesti he said, raising his hand. He slapped my ass again, this time even harder.

“Oh…no…please. I’ll be good!” I cried. Having Santa spank me was sending mixed vibes. Part of me enjoyed it, the other part was mortified.

He slapped me again. “You didn’t even leave me any cookies. Santa needs to eat!”

“I’m sorry…I forgot!”

“Ashley,” he said, now rubbing my sore red cheeks. He chuckled. “I bet you didn’t know that Santa likes to eat more than cookies…”

I raised my eyebrows as his hand slipped under my thong.

I looked back at him. “Santa?”

“Oh, yes…” he licked his lips, his breath coming faster. “Santa likes his pie, too.”

His fingers slipped inside of my pussy and I became instantly wet. “Oh, Santa…” I whispered.

His eyes glowed with lust. “I like all kinds of pie, but my favorite…do you know what my favorite is Ashley?”

“What?” I moaned as his fingers strummed my swollen clit.

“I love cherry pie. Oh, yes…I love cherry pie…” he growled, thrusting a finger into my slippery wet pussy.

I could now feel Santa’s hard cock poking me in the stomach as I lie across his lap. I couldn’t help myself, I had to see it. So I slipped my hand inside of his velvety pants. “Oh,” I gasped, pulling it out. It was huge, so big I had no idea. “Oh, Santa you’re cock is so thick,” I whispered, licking my lips.

“Ashley,” he growled. “I’m very hungry…”

Then he lifted me up and threw me down on the over-sized chair. He kneeled down, wrapping my legs around his neck and began eating.

“Oh, tastes so good,” he announced, licking my labia.

“Oh, Santa,” I moaned, touching my nipples through my thin t-shirt.

He sucked my clit and stuffed one of his fat fingers deep into my hole, then began fucking me.

“Sweet pie,” he groaned, pushing his nose deep into my snatch. He inhaled. “Delicious.”

“Oh…oh…” I moaned. “Santa…I…oh…”

He reached up and tore off my t-shirt, exposing my breasts. “Yes…” he said, squeezing one of my boobs with the other gloved hand. “Santa loves these kinds of toys…” He then pinched the tip of my nipple, sending spasms of pleasure all the way down to my clit.

I closed my eyes. “Fuck… yeah.”

He scowled and pinched my clit. “No…bad language, young lady. No swearing!”

“Sorry,” I gasped.

“Are you going to be good?” he growled, thrusting his plump fingers deeper into my hole.

“Yes!” Halkalı travestileri I yelled.

“Promise… Santa!” he demanded.

I threw my head back, thrashing it from side to side, I cried out. “I…promise…Santa!”

He sucked my clit hard, his white moustache tickling my inner thighs. “Naughty girl,” he growled, wiggling his finger inside of me. “Santa… teach you… a hard lesson.”

And oh how hard Santa was! With my hand I pumped his jolly big cock as he devoured my cherry pie. It was such an amazing turn-on seeing his white head and pink cheeks shoved against my snatch that an intense pressure began to build in my pussy. “Oh…Santa…” I groaned.

“Going to be good? Promise me Ashley and I’ll keep eating your pie. Santa will clean his plate!”

“Yes, Santa…I’ll be good!”

He thrust his fingers in and out, wiggling and sucking like a starving reindeer devouring a delicious apple.

“Oh….yes….” he groaned against my cunt as I pumped his cock. “Hoooo…”

My hips began bucking against his face and I grabbed Santa’s white hair, shoving him deeper into my cunt. “Yes!” I screamed as my juices exploded all over his cheeks. “Yes! Oh God…Santa!”

“Good…” he nodded, licking up my slick pussy, apparently very pleased. “Good girl…”

After he was finished with his pie, he stood up and grabbed his cock. “Now… it’s time to visit the North Pole. Bend over Ashley.”

I got on my knees and with one thrust, his super huge cock squeezed into my tight pussy. “Yes, Santa. Oh it feels so good…”

He tightened his grip on my hips and pumped his shaft inside of me, in and out, faster and faster. “Ashley, good girl…” he growled as he reached around and grabbed my tits. “Very nice…”

“Harder Santa,” I moaned as he squeezed my boobs. “Don’t stop…”

He began thrusting again, much harder. “Tell Santa what you want for Christmas,” he demanded.

“You,” I groaned. “Inside of me.”

He was breathing so hard. He leaned on me with his weight squeezing my tits and smashing them together “Are you going to cum for Santa?” he grunted.

“Yes,” I panted.

He moved one of his hands and began strumming my clit as he banged the shit out of me. “Good,” he growled into my ear. “That makes Santa very happy.”

His words were so kinky, it didn’t take me long to keep my promise. “Oh!” I yelled as another orgasm began to build up in my pussy. “I’m going to cum again!”

He chuckled, slamming into me harder and faster. Travesti halkalı “Cum for Santa,” he demanded. “Cum for me. Be a good girl now.”

And I did. I came so hard that my pussy clenched around Santa’s cock and he hollered out loud. “Oh!”

“Yes!” I cried, relishing the feel of him, touching and thrusting into me.

“Santa’s going to cum,” he declared, grabbing my red hair. He pumped and pumped into my pulsating pussy.

“Wait,” I said, moving away. I turned around and took his cock. “Cum into my mouth,” I said licking his smooth round head.

“Yes,” he growled. “Suck it.”

I stuffed his hard rod into my mouth and began sucking as he watched me.

But, then, he pushed me away and bent over my boobs. “First things first…give me these titties,” he said, grabbing my giant globes. He began licking my nipples, sending tingles all the way down to my pussy again. “Now these are gifts,” he growled, burying his face into them. “Yes…so big and tasty. Nipples like candy…”

I slid his cock in and out of my hands. He closed his eyes, sucking my tits and grunting with pleasure.

“Let me suck your pole, please Santa,” I begged.

He opened his eyes. “You’ve been good so far. Time to reward you,” he said, his blue eyes twinkling. He stood up and began thrusting his cock into my mouth. “Suck it,” he growled. “Suck it.”

I sucked it and pumped it with my fist, watching his hips buck while I worked him.

“Yes!” he hollered, closing his eyes again, his face turning red.

“Cum for me Santa,” I demanded.

He grabbed the top of my head and held on as I devoured his cock. “Keep going, suck Santa. Good girl.”

“So good, Santa!” I hollered between sucks.

He was hitting the back of my throat with the tip of his cock and groaning loudly.

I took him out of my mouth. “Come on,” I demanded, pumping his cock. “Let me taste you Santa.”

Well, that apparently did it because he yelled loudly and then shot his load as soon as I stuck him back in my mouth.

“Ho!” he hollered as he came in my mouth.

“Yes…yes…yes…!”

I licked my lips and swallowed his cum down. It was yummy and sweet, tasting like sugar cookies.

“Thank you, Santa,” I said as he put his cock away and got ready to leave.

He grabbed his hat from my nightstand. “You’re welcome. Now, remember to be a good girl or I’ll have to come and visit you again next year.”

“Okay,” I said, lying my ass off. If this was what awaited me next year for being bad, there was no way in hell I was going to be good.

With a twinkle in is eye, the Jolly Old Elf grabbed his sack of presents and placed it over his shoulder. “Ho…ho…ho…Merry Christmas Ashley!”

Then he disappeared and I fell back to sleep with a trace of cookies still lingering in my mouth.

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Cowboys and Aliens Ch. 37

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37. Justice

Knowing that Rift 5 was that close to Earth, made Mark a bit nervous. Earth was his home and all that remained to defend the planet was the Earth Spaceport.

Sure, it was a space-based version of an aircraft carrier, but it was simply a fighter base with pulse cannons, laser turrets and TRDs… it had no singularity drivers, which was the only weapon proven to quickly dispatch a Destructor ship, albeit at great cost. All other weapons, TRDs included, required a lot of shots hitting the exact same location. Not an easy accomplishment against a moving target.

From Thulark, there would be no time to return to Earth to defend it if something were to come through that rift, and losing the two Sentinels in the attack on the Destructors meant there weren’t any currently unassigned Sentinels in the Federation.

When Mark didn’t come to bed right away, Annabelle, Rayven and Ra’ki had decided to check on him, as they donned some oversize nightshirts, just in case Mark was on a call, which could be at any time of the day! The door from the bedroom came in beside his desk and the door to the common area came in beside his throne, normally that wouldn’t be an issue if he was at his desk, but he tended to walk around when he was deep in thought.

Fortunately, the one time Annabelle had walked into his office naked, he was talking to Angela and it was a private call, not a conference call, but she felt so embarrassed that she vowed to never enter his office naked and the others followed suit.

Since he wasn’t on a call, the trio entered his office, where they could see something was bothering him, so Annabelle got his attention by asking, “What’s up?”

Mark broke his reverie of thought and then informed them about the rift and his worries about the protection of Earth.

Annabelle said, “That rift didn’t just suddenly appear, it’s probably been there for billions of years and nothing has come through it so far.”

Ra’ki then pointed out, “Actually it’s quite possible that rift has been used before! From what we were taught, there was a race of short people with grey skin and large eyes that had disk or saucer shaped ships, similar to the Destructors, but much smaller. They called themselves the ‘Norn’, and they were the ones that originally told us about the rifts. We’ve never encountered them again, but they were travelling these rifts long before the Rifters were, and even they mentioned that they were following in the footsteps of the Colonials, which was some ancient civilization that travelled the rifts looking for suitable planets to seed with life, with each planet being its own experiment.”

Rayven then realized, as she pointed at everyone in the office, “Some, or all of us, could simply be the results of experiments by the Colonials and that’s why we are all similar, yet different!”

Annabelle then had an epiphany, “What if the Norn had come through the rift and then crashed on Earth… maybe that’s what happened at Roswell, or maybe they’re keeping secret at Area 51?”

Mark laughed, “I guess both of those ideas are valid possibilities!”

Ra’ki asked, “What is Area 51?”

Mark explained, “It’s a top secret government base in Nevada, on Earth. There’s been lots of rumours that aliens had crashed on Earth and that the government had recovered their ship and the bodies and have been doing experiments and trying to reverse engineer their technology.”

Ra’ki asked, “That’s awful! Do you think any of the aliens are still alive?”

Mark answered, “I don’t know if the rumours are even true, but if they were alive, I doubt they would still be. Those rumours go back more than 70 years, but just to be sure, I’ll have Cricket do some intensive scans of both areas and see if she can detect anything.”

Annabelle walked around the desk and sat on the edge in front of Mark, as he leaned in and kissed her now very noticeable baby bump, while she cupped his face in her hands and said, “Either way, I don’t think that rift is an immediate threat worth worrying about. If you think it’s an issue, dispatch a Sentinel to watch over it. Right now, you have 3 horny girls that want you to come to bed!”

Mark smiled, as he looked up into her eyes and gave her a kiss, they then all got up from their seats and went through the side door into the bedroom.

Just to play it safe, Mark told Cricket to dispatch the Poseidon’s Sentinel to Rift 5, the Poseidon could take the Cleito’s Sentinel, and the Cleito could have one of the new ones being constructed at the asteroid shipyard, after the two got destroyed confronting the Destructors… after all they were going to get sent back to Atlanterra for some rack time anyway.

Following the girls out of the office and into the bedroom, they all slipped off their oversized night shirts once they were in Gümüşsuyu travesti the room and then worked as a team to remove Mark’s clothes.

With all the attention from the girls, Mark’s cock was already stiff and ready to go. As he stood there naked, the three girls knelt on the bed with their asses and pussies directed at him.

“Hmmm, so many choices!”, as he started with Annabelle on the right dragging his fingers and the head of his cock across her ass, pausing briefly to apply the slightest bit of pressure at her wet slit, then repeating the process with Ra’ki in the middle and then again with Rayven on the left. Leaving a trail of precum and pussy juice across the three women.

As he reached Rayven he slipped just the head of his cock into her waiting pussy, causing her to moan with pleasure as her cock hardened beneath her. He then slid out and across her ass and over to Ra’ki, again repeating the same procedure and finally over to Annabelle.

With Annabelle he slipped in and out a couple of times before fully sheathing his cock in her luscious pussy. She groaned with approval as the other two girls looked on in anticipation.

After a couple of strokes into Annabelle, he repeated the same thing on Ra’ki, giving her several good thrusts, before moving on to Rayven.

As he sunk deep into Rayven’s pussy, Annabelle flipped over onto her back, spread her legs wide and guided Ra’ki’s hand to her pussy.

Ra’ki knew exactly what to do as she curled her thumb under and slipped her fist deep inside Annabelle.

Rayven was enjoying Mark’s attentions, but warmed that if she didn’t get her cock into something soon, she was going to make a mess all over the bed.

Annabelle maneuvered herself over so she could lie under Rayven and suck on her cock. Ra’ki redirected her ass towards the group and Annabelle sank her fist deep inside the slippery black pussy, but because of Ra’ki’s reptilian body, she actually went further than her wrist, she went in almost to her elbow.

Just then Rayven tensed and began unloading her pent up cum into Annabelle’s mouth. Annabelle happily swallowing her lovers load as she continued to get fisted by Ra’ki.

As Annabelle began to cum she withdrew her forearm from Ra’ki’s pussy, allowing Rayven to take up the reins and thrust her forearm deep into Ra’ki, causing Ra’ki to scream in orgasm from the unexpected fulfillment.

Seeing Ra’ki and Annabelle enjoying their orgasms pushed Mark over the precipice as he began emptying his balls into the sexy devil.

Once everyone cleaned up a bit, they reset the bed and were all asleep in no time.

Mark woke up the next morning feeling well rested from the previous nights activity. He extracted himself out from between the sleeping beauties, made his way to the washroom and then to his office.

As he was drinking his coffee, he realized that Annabelle was right, the rift wasn’t an immediate concern and there would soon be a Sentinel watching over it, so Mark began talking to Cricket about a possible new weapon to use against the Destructors… something a bit more controllable.

The singularity drivers used a super accelerated heavy projectile that did a lot of damage just on its own, despite creating a temporary pocket of super gravity, similar to a black hole, compromising structural integrity as it crushed the ship, but it also contained any of the outward explosions caused by the fuel and energy systems inside the ship, then, when the gravity pocket disintegrated, all the contained energy got released outward.

The problem was the electromagnetic barrels were 250 metres long and the projectiles themselves were 10 metres in length and 2.5 metres in diameter. A bit too big for anything other than a Battlestar or a Sentinel, as the barrels themselves were longer than a Destroyer was, plus you wouldn’t want to fire a weapon like that very close to a planet, so it wouldn’t be feasible to add those to the space stations.

The shells themselves were made of super dense Mazjik material, which more or less made them indestructible armour piercing rounds, but they did break apart to release their payload seconds after impact.

What they needed was something a bit smaller and maybe not quite as destructive that would fit on a Destroyer class ship.

Mark then asked Cricket, “How much smaller could we make either the shells or the barrels, yet still keep up enough mass to get past the shields and hull? Then, rather than creating a singularity, they could release TRDs into the interior of the ship. Thus eliminating the devastating explosion and more or less destroy the ship from the inside out.”

Cricket said, “We could make miniature versions of the drivers with Destroyers in mind. We could shorten the barrel down to 100 metres and make the Gümüşsuyu travestileri shells about 5 metres long and 1 metre wide, so roughly half the size. As for making them mass driven TRDs, that’s actually a great idea, we could colour all the material as black, so they can track the spread and give them time to abandon ship.”

“I like it! Each Destroyer probably wouldn’t be able to carry many shots though.”

“Actually, just like the singularity drivers, the shells actually construct themselves in the barrel. It would take roughly 5 minutes to construct a new shell in between shots… if the ship has enough matter stored up.”

“So all this time they thought they only had 4 singularity shots, they actually had an unlimited supply? That’s funny, but I could see why that information would be kept from them. If they knew they only got one shot, they wouldn’t waste them!”

“The singularity shells are much bigger and quite a bit more complex, they take nearly an hour to construct between shots.”

“I like the idea of the new weapon, let’s put one barrel on each side of the underbelly bay?”

“With the shells only 1 metre in diameter, the barrels themselves would be 2 metres in diameter, they will easily fit on each side of the landing bay. With a ship the size of a Destroyer, they would be fixed barrels though, not mounted on a turret.”

“The shells are still guidable though, right?”

“No, they aren’t. That would take considerably more time to construct and, even if they were given lateral thrusters for guidance, they wouldn’t have that much affect at the speeds they will be travelling.”

“OK, so more or less they would be like self-loading torpedos on a submarine. So let’s just call them torpedos, and let’s put some of those on the Battlestars, Sentinels and the space stations, but put them on turrets on the larger ships.”

Mark then thought back to something Ra’ki had said last night, “Cricket, do you know anything about these Colonials?”

Cricket replied, “Possibly! Ra’ki’s account of the Colonials sounds similar to a mission by the Mazjik called the ‘Colonial Project’, whose mission was in fact to seek out habitable planets and then seed them with life. Their goal was to propagate bipedal intelligent life across the universe. The project launched using twelve Battlestars on a 10 year mission. Two of them never returned from the inaugural mission and they were recorded as lost in space. The remaining ships did countless missions, but eventually they were all lost in space. It is possible they found, or stumbled upon, a rift and they were never able to return!”

“So, how long ago did that project start?”

“They began the Colonial Project almost 3 million Earth years ago.”

Mark coughed in surprised and almost choked on his coffee, “3 million years! So it’s a definite possibility that life on Earth came from the Colonials?”

“Not all life, as there is evidence of life from long before that on Earth, but there’s a chance that human life on Earth came from them.”

Mark then thought for a second, “But if they did seed humans on Earth, why wouldn’t we be more advanced?”

“The protocol for planets that already had animal life on them, was to seed intelligence that was more animalistic in nature, such as your apes, rather than a refined bipedal species. Past experiments showed that refined bipedal species didn’t last very long in a world dominated by animals. Those were the more experimental planets to see what would survive and what wouldn’t. On planets with mostly plant life, they would’ve seeded a more refined bipedal species.”

“Hmmm, so all of the ships were eventually lost in space, therefore it’s possible that the Mazjik may possibly still be alive out there somewhere? They would’ve left long before the dying sun sterilized them on your home world.”

“It is possible. Unfortunately, the Mazjik had only ever officially colonized one other planet, Celestra, and it was in the same system as Andromeda was, so they couldn’t just relocate to it. All the other experimental planets were visited for monitoring purposes, but that was it, they never interfered with their experiments, well they weren’t supposed to anyway. One of the ships had made contact with your King Atlas and given them some technology.

When they realized their sun was dying, it was made public that technology had been given to the Earthlings, so they thought that would be the most advanced and civilized place for them to relocate to, what they hadn’t expected was how war-faring it was. So they saved the Atlanteans and went to Atlanterra, which was another of their experimental planets, but one that they were trying to create all life… on Earth, they call it terraforming. It wasn’t actually called Atlanterra until after they decided Trvesti gümüşsuyu to settle on it, up until then it was just an experiment number.”

Mark then thought, “And we know the rest of the story…”

Just then a notice popped up on his computer saying the Cleito would be arriving around noon today.

He felt almost nervous anticipation, that he would finally get to confront Sebastian in a situation that he controlled.

Mark got up and wandered out to the common area, where everyone was sitting around in groups, talking about a variety of topics, and drinking their morning beverages.

Seeing Mark exit his office was a signal as they all began to get up from their seats.

Annabelle had informed of ‘the signal’ after it had started to become routine. She had told him that when he exits his office on the Poseidon, it was a sign that he was all caught up with everything happening in the universe, he had a plan for the day and it was now time for breakfast!

Mark originally laughed when she told him that, but then had to admit that it was a fairly accurate assumption, besides you can’t delay the most important meal of the day for long.

The group made their way to the cafeteria and got in line for their breakfast of waffles, bacon, eggs and toast with juice and coffee.

Adam had joined them for breakfast and, of course, the topic of the Cleito arriving with Sebastian and Hawker came up. So everyone was curious as to what the plan was for those two?

Mark said, “I really have no idea, I kind of want to put them both on trial here at one of the native settlements in the mountains, but, since very little of the original population still exists, so I don’t think it would do justice. Plus they seem to have recovered well, so no use dredging up old memories.

So I’m thinking, once they’re officially in our custody, we will escort Hawker back to Silica, and turn him over to the Silicans for punishment, then we’ll return Sebastian to Atlanterra for punishment. Once that is done, I want to get back to Earth and start trying to clean up the place. I’ve read the reports from Earth and we seem to have plateaued with the world peace enrolment and there’s still no sign that the countries abstaining are ever going to join of their own accord. Personally I’m in no rush, people are moving to the areas we now protect, so eventually they’re either going to give in or they’re going to try something stupid and we will step in.”

Liyana asked, “So what’s the next plans for Earth?”

Mark said, “Well, we’re still not rolling out world peace worldwide, it’s still by request or if major violence breaks out somewhere. So the next items on my to-do list are to establish ourselves as the go-to resource for disaster relief efforts, I also want to step up our recycling efforts to try and get some of the worlds pollution under control, and there’s a lot of technologies that I think we can safely distribute to places that their own countries aren’t helping with as much. Mostly just providing food, water, washrooms, showers and recycling centres to provide communities access to clean drinking water, food and to promote good hygiene. At least to start, who knows, we may eventually just provide full outreach centres for those communities. Seriously, we could provide communities in the middle of nowhere with one of Solara’s camping kits, and it would be a big step up from what they currently have.”

Ra’ki smiled, “I like this, you really are the good guys, helping whoever you can, regardless of recognition or compensation. Just to do the right thing!”

Annabelle said, “No, it’s just doing what the other childish, self-absorbed countries in the world, should’ve done a long time ago.” She then got on a haughty face and said in a low voice, “No, let’s spend billions of dollars and resources to find more efficient ways to kill each other rather than helping those in need!”

Ra’ki was confused, “You mean there’s leaders that are that irresponsible?”

Annabelle said, “Yes and sadly, and some of them donate loads of money to organizations that promise to help the world, but few dollars actually make it to the needy, it’s all wasted on administration. I could understand doing that if they’ve got a surplus and they’ve already taken care of everything in their own countries, but sadly most of them don’t even do that, so the veterans that defended their way of life and the elderly that helped build the country and economy, are often the ones that get bypassed for any funding!”

Mark hugged her, “Now, now don’t get too riled up, we will try to right some of those wrongs, it’s just going to take time.”

Annabelle relaxed at his touch, “I’m sorry, it just makes me so mad that most of the world leaders are so incompetent. I’m so happy we have you!”

Liyana then added, “Yes, considering your background, you still amaze me that you’ve just taken this all in stride and literally have the undying support of several billion citizens on 17 planets now. I can see why the Mazjik were drawn to your bloodline, you’re definitely one of the most benevolent leaders there is.”

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Conquest of Sin Ch. 03

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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Addendum: All characters are 18 or over.

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Cassia lounged in her garden in late morning with servants fearfully tending to her every whim. Audible sighs of relief came from the semi-nude women when their mistress sent them for something as it gave them a short respite from the danger Cassia seemed blissfully unaware of.

The source of this apprehension was the large and graceful panther which rested its big head in Cassia’s lap while she stroked its silky and short fur. A small trickle of blood-tainted drool escaped its mouth and onto its mistress’ bare thigh as it seemed her pets and strokes were making it feel quite content.

Caius had recently eaten, the half-eaten remains of the boar it had been given to chase and eat lying in a gorey heap just beyond a thick bush. Cassia was quite pleased her pet had an innate sense of scenery and kept the disgusting thing away from sight.

The princess looked down at majestic predator as she stroked down its neck and felt powerful muscle ripple beneath her thin fingers until she reached the solid ridge between its shoulder blades. This beast was far from fragile despite moving with remarkable grace and agility, a greater cousin of the common house cat.

She took a sip of her warm tea, the sweet and fruity taste of the elven lands that was steadily becoming rarer and rarer in Talasia due to the revolts and lack of production. It was quite the luck that the palace had a considerable stock of the dried herbs and fruits native to the splendorous and primal forests the bronze elves called home.

The cup was set down when Caius lifted his head and turned his ears towards the hedges surrounding the entrance into the garden. He heard something.

One of Cassia’s returning servants, her bare feet slapping the stone path as she walked quickly, appeared first and bowed to the side as she declared. “The captain is here to see you, your highness!”

And there she was, walking with purpose and clad in polished armor of dull brass, the tabard bearing Veterius’ flaming sword in bright red on white, but her helmet was at her side. Nayla, Cassia thought, had the appeal of a warrior and her femininity was barely seen outside the softness of her features amidst the orcish tusks, nose and strong eyebrows.

The woman approached without fear for the panther that was staring intently at her, or perhaps she didn’t show it, and bowed before her princess.

“Your highness.”

Cassia hadn’t forgotten about yesterday, the way she took advantage of her while their father was…well, doing his duty in furthering the line. It was far too early to be sure but Cassia had a feeling his magnificent seed had taken hold. No seed escaped her womb thanks to his size that fired it straight into her.

Nayla was different, however. Cassia would’ve sent Caius at Nayla right this moment for what she did, forcing her beastial and filthy cock upon her. She was still uncertain why her half-sister even bore a manhood and this curiosity alongside something else niggling in her mind stayed her hand.

“Captain. What is it that you want? My lessons shall soon start and I really hate having my precious leisure time wasted with nonsense.” She spoke firmly and regally, a skill honed by teachers and her own father as she was brought up into a proper princess. This did little to temper her insatiable appetite, however.

“Forgive me for intruding but the emperor has deemed a change in your learning is required.” Nayla responded as she kneeled and kept her gaze down. Cassia relished this far more now than before and the idea of collaring her came to mind. Nayla was in no position to deny her princess, after all.

She did raise an eyebrow, however. Father spoke nothing of changing her education at this moment. The court wizard and Feowyn were the only ones tending to her intellectual needs and growth with a visiting scholar when she was particularly interested in a certain subject.

“Oh? What has my emperor decided?” She asked curiously as she stroked Caius back into her nude lap. With the belt gone, she’d instead taken to wearing silver and gold chains strapped in a similar way with gold framing her royal pussy and the silks that covered her breasts were finally discarded for mithral caps that were joined by a glittering chain. She was a grown woman now.

“It is his will that you, now of fully mature age, are ready to learn about the art of combat. I shall be your tutor.”

Cassia had never wielded a weapon before. She had no reason to, after all, but the way things have been going, she understood why Veterius thought she would require training. The unknown enemy was still present and she was far too precious to her emperor to be lost in any way.

She humphed. “What of Zereus? What will he be doing when he is not teaching me?”

Nayla shook her head. “I do not know, your highness.”

“Very well, I suppose his lessons are a waste of my time after all. Where shall we train?” Fulya travesti The princess asked and gently moved Caius’ head off of her lap and urged the panther to go back to his meal. The large sable cat stalked away while Cassia used a silken napkin to wipe the viscous and reddish saliva he left on her thigh.

After her birthday and the chastity belt gone, she looked far more mature and alluring than before with her jewelry decadent and accentuating her feminine features. Nayla couldn’t keep herself from glancing upwards at Cassia’s exposed pussy that was so neatly framed by delicate golden and silver chains that ran between her legs and joined with the ones around her waist.

It took a moment for Nayla to respond to the question, now staring at Cassia’s painted toes and mithral anklet. “In your father’s training yard. Shall we go?”

Cassia took one more sip of her tea and extended her foot to the captain. To kiss a woman’s foot was demeaning in all situations but it was a servant’s duty to serve their masters, after all.

The girl hummed softly when those thin lips were planted onto her foot with no hesitation and she swore she felt a bit of tongue before Nayla pulled away. Despite it being absolutely filthy and beneath her, she felt a tingle run up her leg and into her slit.

“Let’s.”

Women were not meant to fight, as far as the people of the Empire were concerned. They had no place in the legions and those that did were female slaves meant to keep the thousands of warriors content and sated while they fought Veterius’ wars. Although, ever since the Empire had civilized the tribal humans and subjugated the slightly-more civilized races around them, guilds of all sorts were springing up with women at the helm and it wasn’t unusual to see female mercenaries throughout the continent.

Cassia thought them foolish and misguided. It is good for a woman to know how to defend herself but to make a living out of it seemed ridiculous. Why do that when you can serve your husband and get safety and pleasure in return?

She made her way down the halls of her father’s palace, opulent and bordering on the garrish with its decor and riches that the family had accumulated over four centuries.

The princess was pleased to see women were like her even then with richly-woven tapestries of generations hanged down the halls. Each great member, each mother and battle were immortalized. Nude and curvaceous women decorated in rich jewelry stood alongside their husbands, each one growing closer and closer to today’s appearance.

Old ways have been having a resurgence for a few decades now and Cassia couldn’t be happier as both men and women exposed themselves in all their glory.

Nayla followed close behind, her sabatons thudding dully against the smooth and warm stone floor.

Their father’s training yard was a long courtyard that had been home to the Empire’s finest as they trained newer generations of emperors in the art of warfare. All weapons, armors and techniques were available to learn here and Cassia cared none of it as she stepped onto the white sand in the middle.

“This is pointless, you know? Me learning how to fight.” She said, turning to Nayla who had been staring intently at her with thinly-veiled lust. “I can’t lift a sword. Can’t push a potent male off of me even if I wanted to.”

“The emperor thinks otherwise, your highness. He speaks of you learning quite well of magic and its theory despite lacking interest. He must believe that you can marry it and combat together.” The half-orc said flatly, her tone schooled and forcibly calm. “Though that is not my concern how you do so. I’m only here to teach you how to fight properly.”

Cassia batted her long eyelashes at her, a smirk on her plump lips. “Are you sure about that?”

Nayla didn’t respond as she went over to one of the many cabinets. “Will you please come and choose your training outfit?”

“What for? I’m comfortable as is.” Cassia said but went over anyways when Nayla opened it. To call them outfits would be an overstatement as Nayla grabbed one of the top pieces which was an underbust corset made out of silk and layered with light mithril plates across the sections.

“Your highness thought you’d appreciate the more…feminine types of armor. Several pieces of armor have been imported from the mercenary guilds across the continent and all of them are quite effective despite being revealing.” Nayla said and presented the tubular piece of protective gear to the nude princess.

“This is from the Sisters of the Moon, a primal cult in the east. All of these pieces have been forged by their respective guild and cults but were further enchanted by the emperor’s mages.”

Cassia took the light piece of armor, looking it over and saw the subtle crescent moon that could only be seen on the plates when light reflected across the surface. She could feel the enchantments buzzing in the silk itself, having learned how to recognize it.

“I’ve heard of these women but I thought they Fulya travestileri wore armor like men.” She said and set the corset down onto the table next to her.

“They are very much woman-like, your highness. Their flesh is bare and beautiful in combat as it is when they are at rest.” Nayla brought out the other pieces. Long armlets, bracers and shin guards followed, all following the similar design of pale-white silk and silvery mithril. There was also a chain that goes around the waist to attach a chastity cup or equipment.

Cassia quite liked these women now.

“What else is there?” She asked excitedly.

Nayla showed her the other three sets. One made of leather and of fine and reddish adamantine that was a set of breast caps, abdominal plates and pauldrons with a choker alongside the customary shin guards and bracers from the Talasia’s own ‘War-Matron’ guild.

There was the more conservative one that covered the groin with a chastity belt, breasts and shoulders covered by a plate of dark-grey mithril and even sandals from the Felorum cult, a group of warrior women that kept their virginity until those who are both man and woman arrive to impregnate them.

And the final one seemed to be the joining of the last two, a bastard child of followers of Felorum and War-matrons in gold.

Cassia was torn between all of them and after a while she’d chosen the moon one. It was easy to put on, made for a woman to put it on independently and soon she was outfitted with the revealing outfit, her plump breasts riding high thanks to the corset and a barely noticeable film of protective magic covered her milky skin. She truly looked like a moon maiden now!

“It fits you well, your Highness.” Nayla said, her expression one of approval. Cassia preened under it and skipped happily.

“What’s next?”

“We will start with staffs. Learn the basics.” Nayla said and began to unlatch her pauldrons and chest plate. Cassia watched with interest, never seeing plate armor be removed before and was quite surprised to see Nayla was nude underneath it. She didn’t realise she was breathing faster as she saw the supple breasts above well-defined abdominal muscles, a trail of hair going down the middle towards her groin.

The crotch plate was next to reveal the half-orc’s flaccid member that was half its size than what Cassia had in her mouth yesterday and the large fuzzy balls that hanged low just beneath.

Soon Nayla was fully nude and had two wooden staffs in hand, a slightly embarrassed expression on her face as she handed one to Cassia.

Cassia said nothing and the two women began training. Nayla turned out to be quite a dominant person on the sands as she slapped Cassia with the staff on the shins and buttocks while the basic stances of fighting were went over. The protective enchantments stopped actual damage from happening but she could still feel the force behind the blow.

“Wider stance. Plant your feet in the ground. Arm higher.”

This went on for an hour until it was time for some actual practice. Nayla could sense the frustration and it was quite evident on her half-sister’s face but she had to commend her from not giving up. She stopped an arm’s length away from Cassia, at ease.

“Now relax. Feel the muscles? All of those you never thought you had. Now follow my lead.” She then began to stretch her toned body slowly by lifting her powerful arms upwards and laced her fingers together as she straightened her spine and stood on her black-nailed tip toes and waited for Cassia to do the same. “C’mon, we need to stretch our muscles before getting to the good part!”

Cassia followed the motion, her slim belly stretching and groin exposed even more. “Ngh…what’s the fun part?”

Nayla’s yellow eyes flashed wildly. “Sparring.”

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Uzara’s golden eyes watched with mirth, love and lust upon her lovely slaves, her plump lips open as she softly exhaled and contained her moans as her godlike cock was worshipped like it should be.

The length of her cock was enough for her small group of cultists to worship with their mouths, tongues running over her throbbing veins, teeth tugging at the perverted rings and a girly mouth working hard to siphon out of her her profane seed.

Uzara gazed into the feminine man’s half-closed ones, his mind enamored with her musk and cock inside his small mouth. His transformation had been progressing quite well, his face soft and gorgeous, short hair growing long and splayed across his back while the rest of his body grew wide in the hips and thighs. He was one load away from fully becoming Uzara’s lovely cock-slave that would live to feed her his mortal cum. All the while looking pretty and gentle while doing it. His purpose was much greater than that, however…

His tongue was frantic across her cumslit, trying to coax even a droplet of pre seed that she so evilly denied him. Uzara was pleased to see his lips firm up in his suction and stroked the beautiful heads of his wife and daughter Travesti fulya who licked and sucked on either side of her shaft.

Both women groaned and hummed amidst squelching noises as Uzara’s tail, now split in two, pumped roughly into their pussies and fed their pregnant wombs her nourishing seed. Her corruption was tame, restrained to keep the true signs of a demon-morph from coming out on her servants lest they attract attention. They’ll have to make do with their guts rearranged and needing only fresh seed to survive.

Still, Uzara’s asshole twitched and her guts stirred from the tendril within her. She is yet to use it and it quivered in anticipation as she was going to finally inflict it upon the weak and vile slave trader she bought Albuzara from.

The demoness respected the effects of his ‘benevolence’ upon his slaves but she couldn’t agree with selling them against their will. The slave trade here badly required a demon’s touch and she was sure to report to her Patriarchs that mortal breeding farms will most certainly be welcome to preserve the wonderful races this continent has to offer.

“Very good, my children. Worship your goddess as you’re supposed to…” She purred and groped a heavy breast as she released more seed into the two whores on either side of her cock. “You make the Patriarchs proud.”

She got an enthused response of ‘praise the Patriarchs’ from all three. She lovingly fucked their hearts open to welcome their true lords and they took to it eagerly. They were the beginning of the cult that will guide this empire into the age of decadence and love and it was time for their first task.

“The corruption inside you has taken hold very well, your bodies defiled so wonderfully. I am but one demon and there is three of you.” She spoke lovingly and finally let her male slave taste her pre seed once more. “I gladly feed you but it is your obligation to show others the path I’ve opened for you.”

“A-aah…what is your will, mistress?” Asked the young and bred daughter before resuming using her mouth to worship her owner’s cock.

Uzara caressed her obedient slave lovingly while her tail steadily pumped into her young cunt. “My will is for you to go spread the corruption. Find the sick, despondent and weary and let them find salvation in your embrace. Their seed shall feed you and you shall heal them. Show them the love our dark gods bear for all.”

“Yes mistress!” Moaned out the women as the Bitch of Sin fed their corrupted wombs with more seed. This shall be enough to heal the men they will save today.

She knew her male slave had no pussy of his own and he would have gleefully bore her spawn if he could, but she had a similar task for him. His form was far too strange to go out in public so instead he will be the cult’s first breeding stud.

Uzara won’t be here constantly to impregnate women and corrupt, though she would want to, and a cock was paramount in quick and efficient corruption. His wife and daughter will bring men and women for corruption alongside breeding for the latter. New generations raised in the cult would make the transition all the more easier.

With that in mind, her cum boiled with corruption and she had already prepared the corrupted crystals and studs that will adorn the stud’s sack, markings of his glorious position.

The slave had no idea of the dark future his mistress had in store and even then he would be content with just being a sheath for his mistress’ godlike cock.

Uzara moaned softly for the first time today and slowly rose from her throne. She had one built in the basement of this house she made into the cult’s staging point. The seat was fashioned in the lewd forms of writhing men and women who were in eternal pleasure and the stone cock she had been sitting on glistened with her juices.

This movement was followed by the three cultists, their lips not abandoning their posts, and watched happily as the tall demon lovingly held the male human’s head still. All of them could hear the churning of their mistress’ sack, feel the concentrated and profane power emanating from within it against their corrupted flesh.

The two women pulled away and watched as Uzara bent her powerful legs at the knees and began to push her demonic cock down the girly man’s gullet who gladly reached upwards to cup the bloated and muscled smooth sack hanging low.

“Bask in the glory of being my cocksheathe, my child, and devour my profane blessing!” The demoness said, bloating the man’s throat and chest, and let herself let go of the built up pleasure the slaves had accumulated. Her fat cock pulsed alongside her contracting sack and boiling demon cum was dumped straight into his empty and hungry stomach.

His mistress’ vile influence dug into his flesh, to guide the corruption she dumped inside him to finish the transformation his wife and daughter had already undergone but to a greater extreme.

First came the horns, black spikes rising out of his forehead and curving backwards with red veins on the smooth ebony surface. His human ears grew pointed, tongue bunching up as it grew longer and fangs softly dug into the base of Uzara’s cock. Next were his cock and sack, balls bloating and bloating until they sinfully split in two. The quartette of balls were then protected by the muscled sack.

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The next morning, they got started early as usual, even though they’d all stayed up late. After breakfast the first thing Natasha did was put through Lisa’s transfer request. she sent it directly to headquarters along with Lisa’s previous requests, all of them, and the receipts the other woman had been given when she’d submitted her original requests. It wasn’t wise to play with another’s career in that way, and they’d decided together to make a lesson of it. They’d also decided to take the wise course and let command deal with the issue. It should be enough to trigger an investigation.

Next, she contacted the local shipyard for berth space for the Czarinas modifications. These would be minimal and would take little time, as they were strictly interior and for the most part cosmetic. The most time-consuming part would be the plumbing, as two lavs were replaced by one larger more comfortable more convenient setup. The work should only take a day or two at most since most of the components were modular.

Once that was done, they could begin to move Lisa’s belongings into hers and Vixi’s new living space. She didn’t have too much in the way of possessions. Most of the items in her apartment were included in the rent and not hers at all. What remained were her clothes and other personal items. As a spacefarer, she’d never gotten in the habit of collecting much personal property. One couldn’t accumulate much on a government vessel when there wasn’t room for it, and things would have to be left behind.

The needed space was readily available at the shipyard since there was little work to be had in this area of space. Most of that was usually modifications and or repairs to space yachts owned by wealthy visitors to Aphrodite. For this reason, too, the prices were reasonable and the work could begin as soon as the ship was in place.

She passed this along to Vixi and Lisa who quickly cleared out the two rooms, making them ready. Karl had already moved his belongings into the room he was now sharing with Natasha, so all the rooms on that side of the ship were now empty. The girls would move into the remaining room on the other side of Bona’s. They’d decided they would stay on the ship while the work was underway to supervise and maintain their own security. There was a very dangerous man with many more working for him trying to kill several of them. Best not to give him an opportunity.

Natasha moved the ship an hour later and the work crews began immediately. They were quick and thorough, and the area to be redone was stripped to bare walls in a matter of two hours. Natasha sold the modular components to the shipyard, and put the proceeds against the cost of the work being done and the new components. All of which were in stock and available, which made quick resolution possible. By day’s end the structural and plumbing work was complete, the majority of the accessories was in place and all that remained was to choose the decorative points, including primary and accent colors. The furnishings would be delivered and installed the next morning. Then all that would be left would be to move the occupants and their possessions in.

While the workers performed their duties, Natasha discussed the items she’d been thinking about the night before with her three new partners in low voices. Karl liked her ideas, and was more than ready to help in any way he could. Lisa wasn’t averse to any of the ideas either, and thought they would be useful skills to have. Vixi though, was the most enthusiastic. She’d already decided on her niche. She wanted to be their medic. She was already trained in advanced first aid, only a few steps below a full paramedic, and wanted to learn more. She was also interested in law enforcement and knew quite a bit already, having gleaned what she could from her parents in their careers and their friends and associates.

She’d also not exaggerated about her prowess with weapons. Out of her purse, she produced several medals won in marksmanship contests back on Earth when she’d been younger. Surprisingly, several of these were for tactical shooting courses, with both rifles and pistols. These had been salvaged from the wreckage of her bungalow before they departed, and returned to her by a thoughtful security officer. When this could’ve happened, neither Karl nor Natasha could guess. They’d been among the little to survive.

A little discussion showed both the women would need fairly extensive hand to hand training to fit into the profile Natasha had in mind, and Karl thought they should take it a step farther even. Vixi was all for it, while Lisa was indifferent. She would learn it to make herself a more useful part of the team, but her true interest lay in the technical aspects of her job.

Lisa in turn had some ideas for the Czarina herself. There wasn’t much that could be done about her defensive capabilities, short of major modifications anyway. she could probably increase the force shield strength somewhat. But what she really thought she seks izle could do to protect them was to install an anti-missile laser system. This would consist of two or more small laser ball turrets that would lock onto and shoot down incoming missiles. The system would be entirely automated and would be able to engage missiles, and potentially mines, up to a hundred kilometers away in space.

Both Karl and Natasha liked the sound of that. Karl offered to foot the bill for half the equipment cost and Natasha told her to go ahead and look into getting what would be needed. If it was available here, then she was to go ahead and acquire it. Lisa would be the one to do the installation work on that particular system. The work would be sensitive and proper installation would be a necessity.

Her next suggestion also met with immediate approval. She wanted to install more powerful maneuvering thrusters to increase their maneuverability. This could be vital in a number of situations, including the one Natasha had found herself in when she first arrived in this system. Natasha didn’t even have to think about it, she just agreed and told Lisa to get the best she could find, no matter the cost.

Lisa’s final suggestion also got immediate approval. She told Natasha she could increase her engine and gravitic drive outputs by more than twenty percent altogether, which would dramatically increase maximum speed and acceleration. This too would’ve helped quite a bit in the pirate encounter earlier. This with the increase in maneuverability would drastically increase their odds of escaping and surviving future encounters of the kind. The only drawback would be a slight decrease in fuel economy, but with the larger fuel capacity her parents’d had built in, the Czarina still had far greater range than most vessels of her class and size should.

Since Natasha knew a bit about the maintenance and engineering of her own ship, she would be assisting, as would Karl, who also had an excellent general knowledge of electronics and mechanics. Vixi asked if she could observe and try to learn what she could as well, so she might be able to lend a hand in the future. Lisa smiled at that and told her she’d teach her if she wanted to know more, in fact she would teach them all. This would make certain they could handle most any problems that weren’t critical and could save them all in an emergency. Natasha Karl and Lisa all at least had a basic knowledge of piloting spacecraft, but Vixi knew almost nothing in that area. They decided they should all have the skills necessary for that task. To that end, Karl and Natasha would teach the other two. Lisa’s knowledge would be expanded and experience added, while Vixi would be taught everything she needed from the beginning. When Bona also expressed an interest, they agreed to teach her as well.

Bona had quite a bit to contribute in her own right. As it turned out, she was a medic first class with training to treat both humans and other Killhounds. She hadn’t had the needed medical equipment when Natasha had been struck down by Mallory, but she had put in a requisition for the more advanced nanomedical kit as well as the usual military issue units for her and Natasha right after that incident. She too had learned that lesson the hard way, and wouldn’t risk it again. Karl’s accessibility and possession of just what was needed at just the right time had been fortuitous, and that kind of fortune couldn’t be relied upon. Karl seconded that assertion wholeheartedly. They would requisition another unit for Lisa and buy a high-quality commercial unit for Vixi as well to be sure they all had what was needed to save themselves.

Bona, With Karl’s help would begin Vixi’s further training as their medic immediately. In addition, they would purchase another of the more advanced Nanomedical and biochemical systems like the one Karl had, for use in their shipboard medical kit. They would also be sure to have a large supply of basic medical supplies and basic drugs and antibiotics as well as the various healing salves and wound treatment compounds. All of this would contribute to their multi role capability.

There were a few other such units in G-Pol, but none with the SWAT rating. Most of the others were disaster relief units that would go in to maintain order until the local law enforcement was back up to par. This unit would be the ones to handle the more dangerous elements in the criminal world. Individuals and organizations like those of Mallory and similar. Working with G-Pol as they would be, they could even draw on CAF and BE or other government troops for some operations against well defended groups. Natasha would have no trouble working with Wolfpack troopers for instance since she herself had been trained among them. But that was for the future. There was a lot to be done between now and then.

When the work was finished that evening, they moved the ship back to the g-Pol section of the station for security, then went to sexmex the grav gym for some exercise since they hadn’t had the chance earlier.

Karl took them to the one he’d used most often. He was happy to find both Janice and Mike on duty, and introduced them to the others. Janice was quick to ask if Karl was headed for the bikes again. When Natasha looked questioningly at them, she smiled and quickly explained the whole thing.

Natasha immediately noticed the other woman’s interest in her man and took a good look at Janice, since she was in a barely there skin-tight leotard and thong that hid absolutely nothing. She was a hundred-sixty-three centimeters, her C-cup breasts were only a little smaller than Natasha’s own, with nipples standing proudly erect even through the double layer of fabric needed to support their heft. She was slimmer,but her curves were similar to Natasha’s too, with a tightly mouldede waist, flaring dramatically into beautifully formed hips and a perfectly rounded backside, and her legs looked long and lean. Best of all, she was rock hard with muscle in all the right places. All in all, she was gorgeous! Natasha did wonder though why the woman wore a leotard that covered her so completely. It went from just under her jawline, all the way to her wrists and down into her ballet shoes. It was almost as if the woman were ashamed to show her skin. Though she definitely wasn’t ashamed of her body in and of itself. In fact, she seemed to enjoy showing it off otherwise. She suspected the bare hint of a single layer sports bra was only there for forms sake.

Karl once again programmed the course from memory. It was actually a one-hundred-forty-two-digit code that gave the computer a set of parameters and instructions chosen from a set of preprogrammed components, that it then fit together to create the scene and the course going through it. This was a difficult program designed to put the individual to the test and provide a good workout at the same time, while being as safe as possible, being in a padded gym rather than out in the wilderness.

He went through a few warm-up exercises before beginning. Mike asked if he could try it out before Karl took his turn and Karl agreed, warning it wasn’t going to be easy.

Mike found this out quickly, but did reasonably well for the first part while the others watched interested. Partway down the first slope though, he made his first and last mistake, ending the course for him. He took the helmet off and just nodded his acknowledgement. It was a tough course. He was heavily sheened in sweat from the effort. He turned the bike over to Karl and took his place to watch what happened.

Karl mounted the bike and pulled on the helmet, strapping it in place securely. Janice and Mike helped the others warm up while they watched the screen. Others were attracted by the small crowd and also came to watch. Some remembered Karl from his previous visits and talked amongst themselves. Natasha heard much of this as she warmed up, and was duly impressed.

The course took Karl twenty-five minutes, and by the time he was finished, they’d attracted quite an audience. Judging by the crowd response, it looked as if this could become a real fad here. Mike ran over to the desk and fetched a program card so they could save it for later use. Once that was done, several bikes were programmed the same way and linked. Soon races were taking place.

This greatly amused Karl, as he knew most of the contestants would never finish the course the first time through, and the real race would be to see how far one could get. As he’d told Janice, he’d taken dozens of tries to complete it the first time, and far longer to reach the point he was at now. It would probably discourage most of these. A few would stick with it though, and those who succeeded would probably soon come up with their own challenges even more extreme than this one. It might be interesting to come back at some point in the future to see how it had turned out. Perhaps he could try out some of the future challenges.

Of more immediate concern though was the beginnings of Vixi’s and Lisa’s martial arts training. With a nod to attract Natasha’s attention, he pulled them off to one side away from the gym’s other patrons. Natasha and the others followed him. “Mike? Vixi and Lisa need to begin a martial arts training regimen. Natasha and I are already fully rated and we need to get them up to snuff quick. I was wondering if you’d be interested in giving a series of private lessons?”

“I have a small gym on the Czarina so we can avoid any interruptions.” Natasha offered in support of the idea, “Of course we’ll be paying a bit above the going rate as well. And if you know a good place to acquire some additional exercise equipment, that would be very much appreciated too. I have some, but we’re going to need more for all four of us. And Bona of course!”

Mike smiled happily as did Janice. “I have no problem with that at all. I’m already doing sikiş it for some other people. We’ve also got a distribution license for several brands of exercise equipment, so we can find pretty much anything you might think you need, and a few you didn’t think you would. We’re here tonight because I have a class in a few minutes. You can all join in if you like. Karl, you and Natasha can even help out a little with some of my more advanced students. It’ll give them a taste of some other styles than my own, and a chance to experience other techniques they might run into in the real world. Just don’t break any of them pleas.”

They all agreed to give the regular class a try, and Karl and Natasha would help out as Mike had asked. Janice was also in this class. She’d had an aerobics class to teach earlier, and had elected to join Mike’s self-defense classes shortly after they started dating. She’d found they complimented her own program nicely, and this gave her an advantage in that not only did she gain better cardiovascular results, but she also gained quite a bit in strength and muscle tone. This in turn improved her physical appearance, which in turn increased her class enrollment as others sought to improve themselves similarly.

Another advantage to their working together, was that they taught their classes on a contract basis. This of course meant they kept a larger portion of the proceeds. It also meant that the more students they brought in, the more money they made as well. Thus, increased class sizes helped them achieve their dreams much more quickly. They confided to Karl and Natasha, they eventually wanted to buy a gym of their own, and they were saving to do just that.

The class turned out to be fun for all involved, as Karl and Natasha were introduced as military trained martial artists, come to observe the class and to help out as needed. Vixi and Lisa were introduced as visiting students, also come to check out the class. Mike’s style turned out to be rather free form. It was predominately in the Taekwondo style for this class. He also taught a Judo class on another night. His main focus was self-defense, rather than tournament competition. There was no competitive martial arts circuit in this region as of yet, since the population was so small.

Natasha and Karl wound up sparring with many of the more advanced students, taking care to pull their punches, especially Karl, who wasn’t used to having to do so, since he never practiced this as a sport. They all used the proper safety equipment as well, and no one was hurt. The class was enlightening in many respects, and gave Karl several ideas for Vixi and Lisa’s training. He would learn much more from Mike and Natasha as well. He was always up to learning new skills and techniques to add to his combat effectiveness.

The highlight of the evening for the students was a rematch between Karl and Mike, which Karl once again won handily, leaving many of the students with jaws on chests. Even more enlightening for them, was the analysis of the encounter by both fighters afterward. Making use of the gym’s holo-recording and playback system, they broke the action down into manageable sections and replayed them, then demonstrated what should’ve been done to counter the moves used. All in all, Mike’s students learned quite a bit more than they bargained for with this class. The more observant also found there was no sovereign form. For those who weren’t, Mike made it a point to make this clear. Each had its own advantages and weaknesses, and it was all in how the practitioner used what he knew. It was also made clear that Karl was a professional with years of real-life field experience, and no amount of training in a gym could make up for that kind of conditioning. This was how he’d beaten their instructor.

After the class, Natasha Karl and the others were joined in the spas by Mike and Janice to further discuss the classes for the girls. It didn’t take long though for the subject to drift off topic. Janice once again showed she didn’t care about convention, and took the conversation into realms Karl and Mike both considered to be private. The women though, seemed to see things differently, so the two men kept their objections to themselves, deeming it the wiser course.

Before long, Janice had gotten into hers and Mike’s sex life and it became clear to Karl what her objective was. He could see it in Mike’s eyes as well. Apparently, the two men shared the same opinion on the matter. If the girls wanted to share, that was fine, but they weren’t so sure about being shared. They had the women they wanted, and that was enough for each of them.

Lisa was the next to figure out what was going on. Janice wanted another partner, a part time one, to share hers and Mike’s bed. Either a man or a woman would be welcome, but she would prefer a woman, because she wanted Mike to enjoy it too and he wouldn’t touch another man. When this became clear, Natasha understood Karl’s and Mike’s reticence on the matter. Lisa and Vixi though had no such qualms, and encouraged Janice in her desires. Natasha dropped out of the conversation at that point, much as Karl and Mike had, moved closer to Karl leaning on him comfortably, just enjoying his presence and the hot water.

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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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From the Blood of the Wolf Ch. 04

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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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Falling Up, Falling In

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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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Escape from Hyrulla Ch. 08

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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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Eniari IRL Pt. 09 – Fashion , Friends

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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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Emily on the Road

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Amateur

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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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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