Chapter 10: A Fated Reunion

Tiafell and his friends stood before the ruins of an abandoned town that was thriving not very long ago. Many of the buildings were partially collapsed and others were demolished completely, with very few still intact. It was eerily quiet.

“This is.. was Gatharham..” Cirris sighed.

“I don’t recognize it anymore” Mirya wiped tears from her eyes. Her brother put his arm around her.

“I’m not trying to sound morbid, but where are all the bodies?”

“I heard the Gashuan Military arrived and burned all the bodies they found. They came to look for survivors but found no one alive” Nadia informed them. The thought nauseated Cirris and Mirya. “But yet, I smell fresh blood in the air. Someone died here recently, a group of people!”

“Let’s hurry to Samora’s shop and see what we can find there, it may be more dangerous here than we realized” Tiafell suggested. They made their way through the ruins, taking in the sights of the devastated town. It was clearly a busy town before, but now all that was left were lifeless ruins and a deafening silence. Other than occasional animals, there were no signs of life anywhere. Various items lay scattered around the streets such as clothes, shoes, rotting food, purses, toys, and other things that people would have carried with them while out in public. There were also weapons lying around, swords, bows, arrows, staves, to name a few. Further into town, they discovered human corpses strown about the street. Mirya gasped at the sight, many of them were mangled or ripped apart.

“Who were these people? I don’t recognize any of them!” Cirris asked.

“They look like thieves; they must have moved in after the military left. An abandoned town like this one is the perfect place for them to set up a hideout in” Nadia stated.

Tiafell, though sickened by the sight and the smell, examined one of the bodies. “These men were killed this morning. I also detect traces of potent demonic energy!”

“Is it still here??” Mirya was nervous.

“No, I only sense animals around us.”

“Hopefully whatever killed them was just passing through and is long gone. Come on, let’s do what we came here to do and get the hell out of here in case it decides to come back!” Nadia said.

After further navigating the streets of the ruined town, they reached Samora’s shop. The structure was still standing but had suffered the same fate as most of the others. Every window was broken, the shop’s sign was lying on the ground, holes had been blown out of some of the walls.

“We were in the Town Square when they came for us.” Cirris said.

“If we had been home, the shop probably wouldn’t be standing at all” Mirya added.

“I just need something that has your mom’s energy on it, some of her clothes would be the best source. If I have that, I can get an idea of where she could have gone, I’m hoping her trail leads out of here” Nadia told them as they went inside. Bottles laid shattered, the counter was in shambles, and glass from the shattered windows lined the floor. They headed upstairs, finding evidence that the living quarters had been raided. Almost all their belongings were gone or destroyed, much to the distress of Cirris and Mirya.

Tiafell broke the somber silence, feeling the weight of the twins’ sorrow. “Do you think that some of Samora’s clothes would have been left behind?”

“Let’s go and see” Nadia said as she opened a door.

They went into Samora’s bedroom, which had been similarly devastated. Upon opening her closet, they discovered most of her clothes were gone, save for a few articles. Cirris and Mirya’s expressions saddened even further.

“Hey, I know this is hard, but I can work with this. We’ll find her!” Nadia confided to them, hoping to lift their spirits a bit. She then took a blouse and held it in her hands, closing her eyes to focus. “I’ve got it! I have a lock on her energy! Follow me, I’ll take you as far as the trail will go!”

“Thank you so much, Nadi” Mirya smiled a bit.

Together, they left the shop with Nadia leading the way. After walking for several minutes, they entered the Town Square, the most damaged part of the town. The sun had begun to set, limiting their light.

“Her energy is all over the place” Nadia looked around as she followed the trail.

“This is where the attack started, and where we were captured. I remember we were taken down there” Cirris pointed down a street.

“Nadi? Can you tell if the trail ends here…? Mirya nervously asked.

“Just a second..” Nadia closed her eyes and focused. After reopening them, she walked to the center of the square and looked up. “From this spot, her energy goes up into the air. But how?”

“Mom flies on a broom!” Cirris perked up.

“Then that means she left!! She’s alive!!” Mirya began sobbing.

“She must not have been able to see which way they took you, so it would make sense that she would take to the air to look for you.” Nadia continued.

“That’s possible, it was ataköy escort pretty chaotic here” Cirris answered.

“I’m so happy for you both!” Tiafell told them, relieved to finally hear something good after spending time in such a depressing place.

“Yeah. It seems like she flew all over the place and then went toward the mountain. I can’t follow it beyond that.” Nadia crossed her arms.

“I know, but this means more to me and Cirris than you will ever know. Now we must find her somehow!” Mirya smiled but Tiafell caught her attention. When she turned to look at him, he appeared to be very frightened. “Tee-Tee?”

Tiafell was trembling. His eyes were as wide as possible and his mouth was hanging open, his jaw quivering. Small whimpers escaped from his throat.

“Tiafell? What’s wrong, man?” Cirris asked.

“He senses it too..” Nadia was showing signs of anxiety herself. “It’s a demon, and it reeks of the blood of the thieves who died here! Holy shit, I have never sensed this much malice emanating from a single being before!”

“It can’t be..” Tiafell whimpered, “It was just a dream!! The night before I left Elfandall, a black demon with long white hair appeared in one of my dreams. It wasn’t real, but I still felt its presence like it was truly there, just as clearly as I feel it now! Does this mean that creature really exists??” he squatted down, holding his head in his hands.

“Hey, calm down! We’ll kick this thing’s ass just like we did Bovindor’s!” Cirris declared, but Nadia didn’t seem to be convinced.

“No, we need to hide right now, if it isn’t already too late!!” she commanded.

They quickly retreated into one of the few buildings left standing in the square, hiding behind a wall next to a window. Cirris held Mirya in his arms as she held her hands over her mouth, she was becoming scared herself. Tiafell, who was still visibly shaken, was between them and Nadia, who was the closest to the window. She peeked around the edge and quickly pulled her head back. She mouthed “I saw it” to the others.

“Hopefully it hasn’t noticed us and will leave” Cirris whispered.

Nadia looked again and didn’t see it a second time, she turned back to the others. “I don’t see it now. I think it’s-” she whispered but stopped herself.

A shadow slowly hovered by the window. Though they couldn’t see it clearly due to their position, they could tell that the creature was on the other side of the wall. It took everything in Tiafell’s power to not panic. Nadia had broken out into a cold sweat, and the mage twins were perfectly still, too frightened to move. They heard a loud screeching sound on the other side of the wall, like nails scratching across a smooth surface, followed by a deep low chuckle. The creature’s shadow then disappeared from view, seemingly floating away from them. Nadia slowly peeked out of the window again.

“Well?” Cirris whispered.

Nadia stopped looking and leaned back against the wall, whispering back to him. “I couldn’t see it, but I still feel its presence. We’re not out of-“

She was interrupted by a black fist that smashed through the window, shattering the glass and startling everyone. It was attached to a very long arm that whipped around with the flexibility of a rope, grabbed Tiafell by his left arm, and pulled him outside. As he was pulled through the air, his quiver and bow flew from his right shoulder, his arrows scattering all around. It happened so fast that before he knew what had happened, he was being held in the air by his arms and was looking into the yellow eyes of the figure he saw in his dream. He was just as he appeared before, a black ghostly demon that was only a torso with a head and long arms with broad shoulders. He had long white hair and lacked most facial features, having only eyes. Though he lacked a waist and legs, he was more than six feet tall from the top of his head to the bottom of his torso. He was hovering a foot off the ground as he held Tiafell. The elf began to panic, kicking his dangling feet.

“We meet again at last, Tiafell” the figure said. Despite lacking a mouth, his face shifted as though he was grinning.

“The.. the.. the dream! You came to me in a dream two weeks ago, didn’t you??” the frightened elf stammered.

“A dream? I did no such thing. Perhaps what you experienced was a premonition of our reunion. No, you and I met long before that, when you were a baby in fact.”

“When I was a baby? You knew me then??”

“Oh yes, little elf. I also knew your parents quite-” the figure grunted when he was struck from behind by something, causing him to drop Tiafell, who quickly moved away on his back, using his arms and feet to move himself. The figure turned to look behind him, narrowing his eyes.

“Leave him alone, you freak!!” Cirris demanded, having thrown one of his energy balls at the demon.

The figure sneered, turning his body to face them. “I have business with Tiafell, but I can make time for bahçelievler escort you three. He is the only prisoner I will be taking; the rest of you are going to die right here in this shell of a town.”

“Don’t count on it,” Nadia confidently declared. “The sun is setting, so you’re about to be in for a rude awakening!” she grinned, showing her fangs with her eyes turning red.

“What do you want with Tee-Tee??” Mirya asked.

“You’re not going to live long enough for it to be any of your business, now die!” he declared.

The figure flew forward at them. Mirya erected barriers to stop him, but he broke through them easily without losing momentum. Nadia stood in his path and jammed her spear into his chest, impaling him. Cirris and Mirya cheered, but their cheers were short lived when the figure swatted her away, sending her crashing against a wall. He pulled the spear out of his chest and broke the weapon in half, tossing the pieces aside. The hole that the spear caused closed itself, as if nothing happened. No blood ever spilled from the wound.

“Nadia!!” her friends shouted.

“You can do better than that. I enjoy toying with fools who think they stand a chance before I inevitably eliminate them. Come, stand your ground so I can pull it out from under you!”

Despite still being incredibly frightened, Tiafell was able to retrieve his bow and an arrow to try and attack the demon. He stood up and readied the projectile to hopefully take the figure down. He let his arrow fly, aiming for the back of his head, but the figure’s hand whipped back and caught it.

“Now Tiafell, I would rather not hurt you, but I will if you force me to. Do us both a favor and stay out of this.” he said, keeping its focus on the others.

“I don’t know what you want with me, but I’m not going to let you hurt my friends!!” he defiantly shouted.

Tiafell dropped his bow and drew his sword, then rushed the figure, intending to run him through from behind. However, he disappeared when the blade was within millimeters. He reappeared behind the elf and slammed his fist into his back, sending him rolling toward his friends. He was speechless and in great pain, barely able to breathe. He had never received such a heavy hit before. The monster’s strength far surpassed any human or elf. Even Nadia, the strongest in their group, was outmatched.

“Tiafell!!” Cirris and Mirya both screamed.

“I said stay out of this!! You may cause me to lose my temper and kill you!” the figure demanded.

“Mirya, boost me!” Cirris instructed his sister as he held his dagger, channeling magic to extend the blade. He began running at the figure.

“Boost!!” Mirya shouted.

Cirris flew at the figure with greatly accelerated speed, but in the blink of an eye, he found himself in the clutches of the demon, its long black fingers wrapped around his neck.

“No!!!” his twin sister screamed.

“That old trick. A worn out classic” the figure shook his head. “It doesn’t work if your opponent is fast enough to counter it.”

Cirris tried to pry the figure’s fingers away from his throat, kicking at his body. A second pair of arms sprouted from the lower half of the demon’s torso. He delivered a heavy punch to the mage’s stomach with one of his newly grown fists, then he tossed him to the ground in front of Mirya’s feet.

“Big Brother!!!” Mirya screamed, going to her brother’s side, who was curled up and clenching his stomach. She was visibly terrified, realizing they were no match for this creature.

“You and I haven’t played yet, young lady. Allow me to change that” the figure hovered toward the twins.

“Don’t!! Leave us alone!!” Mirya shouted, attempting to cover her brother as she trembled.

The creature backhanded her, knocking her away from Cirris. Mirya turned onto her back to try and stand but the creature pinned her head against the ground with one of its large hands. She was able to breathe, but the demon was crushing her head, she cried out in pain as tears streamed from her eyes.

“Does it hurt, little one? Do not fear, the pain will only last until your head pops, then it will all be over” he taunted her.

The creature gradually increased the pressure on Mirya’s head, making the mage scream louder. But then, he was run through with two blades, one held by Nadia and the other by Tiafell. The creature withdrew his hand from Mirya.

“Are you alright??” Tiafell asked.

“Take Cirris and run! We’ll handle this asshole!” the vampire added. Mirya quickly stood up and helped Cirris to his feet. The two of them moved away just as the figure grabbed Tiafell and Nadia by their throats. They let go of their weapons to try and free themselves, but the demon slammed them into each other, dazing and disorienting them both. He then used his bottom pair of hands to remove the blades from his body, dropping them onto the ground. He turned his attention to Nadia first.

“What does a low-ranking halkalı escort vampire like you expect to do to me? And you’re a dhampir to boot! Get out of my sight, you filthy weakling!” he said as he punched Nadia in the stomach before tossing her through a window. Next, he looked at Tiafell.

“What did I say about staying out of this?” he sneered. His arm stretched forward, slamming Tiafell’s back against a wall, causing the elf to grunt from the impact. He then retracted his arm and launched a small series of rapid-fire punches onto his abdomen with his other fists. “If I didn’t need you alive, I would rip your heart out of your goddamn chest! Do it again and I will break all four of your limbs!”

Tiafell had never felt this much pain before. He had taken more than his fair share of beatings during sparring matches with elves who wanted to humiliate him, but this was far more serious. Despite the figure’s insistence on taking him alive, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could survive, especially since he was beginning to see two of the demon. But at the same time, he had to save his friends at any cost, no matter how painful it would be.

“Done already? You need to toughen up, a half demon like yourself should be able to withstand much more than a few light punches. The elves have made you as soft as they themselves are, no wonder they hide behind that barrier!” he mocked, then started laughing.

“What… a half demon…?” Tiafell groaned, barely able to speak. “What do you mean by that…?”

Nadia had gotten back onto her feet and came back outside. “You’re really starting to piss me off!! I’ll show you what a dhampir can do, you’ll regret underestimating me!!”

She ran toward the demon, her anger getting the better of her. The figure held Tiafell by the scruff of his tunic and flung him at Nadia. He collided with her, causing the two of them to fall into a heap on the ground. Cirris and Mirya watched in shock.

“Cirris…” Mirya was clinging to her brother, scared for their lives.

“No, we just found evidence that Mom could be alive! It can’t end this way!!” Cirris yelled.

The demon sighed. “How pitiful, I seem to have broken all of you. None of you are able to put up a fight anymore.” All four of his arms stretched forward and grabbed everyone by their necks, lifting them off the ground.

“Tiafell, I want you to watch me choke the life out of your friends, and then you’re coming with me” he chuckled, turning the elf around to face his friends. He then squeezed the throats of the other three. All of them gasped for air and struggled to break free, but they were too injured to resist.

“Please.. let them go! I’ll go with you, but please don’t kill them…” Tiafell begged as tears rolled down his cheeks.

“You’re coming with me regardless; you have no say in the matter! These three fools had the balls to fuck with me, and now they will pay the price!” he laughed loudly as he tightened his grip on his victims’ necks, only holding Tiafell tightly enough to restrain him. The elf watched helplessly as the faces of his friends began to turn blue. He felt rage growing inside him, the sight of his friends being choked to death turned his despair into anger. He gritted his teeth, which had become sharper, and a red mist slowly gathered around him.

Suddenly, there was a quick flash of light, and all four of the figure’s arms were severed at the elbows. He roared as his would-be victims fell to the ground and pulled the limp hands away from their necks. Nadia, Cirris, and Mirya all coughed and gasped for air.

“Are you alright??” Tiafell crawled over to them, the mist that was forming around him had disappeared.

“I’m okay, but Cirris and Nadi are hurt, and so are you” Mirya said hoarsely.

“I’ll be fine, but I wonder what..” Cirris stopped, his mouth hung open as he looked up. “Mom??”

Standing between them and the figure, who was still reeling from his arms being severed, was Samora, giving them a warm smile.

“Mommy!!” Mirya screamed as loudly as she could, weakly standing up and hugging her mother tightly.

“My sweet baby girl..” Samora spoke softly as she returned her daughter’s hug, “and my strong young man. I’m sorry it took me this long to get here. I want so badly to hold you both and cry my eyes out, but there is something we must do first” she continued, letting Mirya go before turning toward the figure. He narrowed his eyes and growled as his severed arms grew back. Samora looked at him with the ferocity of a mother bear protecting her cub.

“You must be Samora, Marlon’s spawn. It’s a pleasure to meet you” he said mockingly.

“The pleasure is yours, Dred” she responded bitterly.

“Dred…” Tiafell said to himself. “I… remember that name..” Memories from long ago flooded his mind. He remembered a distant voice, it belonged a woman, a voice that was vaguely familiar to him but also one he could not put a name or face to. She sounded scared but also ready to fight.

“Get away from him Dred!! You can’t have him!!” she screamed. Snapping back to the present, Tiafell held his head, the situation and memories of the past overwhelming him.

“Mom! You know this thing??” Cirris asked.

“This is my first time meeting him, but yes. I’ll tell you everything I know later. Right now, he must be dealt with!” Samora declared.

Chapter 9 – A meeting of minds

Emma. 1

Jess was screaming. It was amazing how she could make it sound so real when Emma knew that it was anything but. As one of the best, most requested whores on the colony, Jess had a constant stream of men passing through their shared little apartment, and each of them paid an eye-watering amount of credits to get inside her. But god-damn, did that girl know how to put on a show. The headboard of her bed was knocking against the wall, and the fainter but growing grunts of her John were almost being drowned out as she screamed out the words that invariably hurried the whole process along.

“Oh fuck!” Jess’s muffled voice sounded through the thin walls. “Fuck that big dick into my slutty teenaged cunt, use it; you paid for it, it’s fucking yours! Do it, fucking dump that load into me, make me feel it, make me feel you cum, do it, baby, fucking ruin me!”

Jess watched too much porn.

Fortunately, it would seem that the men who paid for her company did too. Emma found it cringe-worthy. It was tacky, it was cheesy, and she couldn’t imagine for the life of her how anybody could get off on something so obviously scripted… both the porn and Jess’s panted tirade. She literally used those words, verbatim, on everyone. Of course, there was something to be said, Jess claimed, for the throes of passion. Seeing such a pretty face using such dirty words, the guy knowing where that mouth had been and what it was capable of. It was the loss of one’s self into the fantasy, and although none of these guys ever made her climax, she enjoyed the fantasy almost as much as they did. Men didn’t pay her for sex, she had said in one of her more thoughtful moments; they paid her for the fantasy, and then they paid her to leave. Or, more accurately – since Jess lived here – they paid for the ability to be able to leave, guilt-free.

That made less than no sense to Emma. It seemed to run contrary to everything she thought she knew about sex, love, or relationships.

But then, even Emma had to admit that she knew as close to nothing about those subjects as it was possible for her to know. Emma wasn’t quite a virgin, but she may as well have been. She was nineteen, and one fumble with a former boyfriend a few years previously did not a woman make. It had been quick, it had been unsatisfying, it had been confusing, and it had been more than a little tainted by the fact that the boy in question – a boy she had convinced herself loved her – had scurried out of the room immediately afterwards, only to dump her the next day, then hook up with someone more… worldly… about a week later. That had been her last foray into the world of sexual adventure.

Jess had no such qualms. Her body count had been in the double figures long before she realized that men would pay good money – a lot of good money – to get access to her body. Jess had it all: she had the sultry good looks, the killer body, the overly healthy attitude toward sex, and the dirtiest mind of any woman Emma had ever met. More than that, Jess argued, her father had always told her that the key to a happy life was to find something she loved to do and then find a way to get paid for it. Emma doubted this was what the man had in mind, but Jess loved to fuck, and she sure as hell had found a way to make it pay.

Emma’s own father had given rather different advice.

“There are two types of boys,” her father had said, sitting her down one day to have his version of ‘the talk’ with her. At the time, she had wanted the ground to swallow her whole; she had been mortifyingly embarrassed, but the more time had gone on since that day, the more sense everything he had said now made. “There are real men, and there are dogs, players, fuck boys, or whatever you want to call them. Now, no real man is born that way; a real man is made. He is made through sacrifice, hard work, through investing time in himself and in the people around him. It is his mission, his purpose in life, to improve himself, and a real man will take you with him on that journey. He will look after you; he won’t treat you like property, but you will be the most valuable thing in his life, and that is the way he will treat you. But a real man wants a good woman, and all women, at some point in their lives, want a real man.

“Fuck boys are the opposite. Either unwilling or unable to put the time or effort into improving themselves. They see dating as a game, and the only thing they are looking for is found in just one place…. Between your legs. They can be manipulative, abusive, inconsiderate, objectifying, and immature. It doesn’t matter how good of a person they are; if they have never put the time in to build their own lives up, they cannot possibly know how to be a positive part of yours. They don’t care if you are a good woman; they want to win the dating or the hook-up game and the prize for that victory is what şişli escort is between your legs. Access to that, be it for one night or for years at a time, is the sum of their ambition. They will take a good woman, drag her down to their level, and then beat them into submission with experience.

“This is the main difference between men and women. To have any sort of value at all, a man has to earn it. Success, ambition, drive, maturity, life experience, the ability to provide. Women are born with value. A woman’s sexuality is the highest of all prizes for a man, for any kind of man, and women come tailor-made to be everything a man could ever want. They come of age already in possession of their youth, their beauty, their femininity, their fertility, and their purity. I know it sounds awful, but no matter how evolved we think we are as human beings, we are still primal, instinctually driven creatures. Those are the women that men are biologically hardwired to desire because they are the ones most likely to continue his genetic line. But each time they give their sexuality to a man, it loses value.”

“So, what?” the younger Emma had argued defiantly, railing against the misogynism she felt she was hearing. “I have to save myself for the right man? No sex before marriage? Should I prepare myself for a life in the kitchen, too?”

Her father shook his head. “No, those concepts are, thankfully, long gone. What I am saying is that you should be selective in who you give yourself to. You should wake up each morning, look in the mirror, and see yourself for what you are. Not some trophy housewife or some piece of arm candy, but a vibrant, intelligent, beautiful woman that any man in the entire galaxy would be lucky to get. So if any man is to get you, then he had better damned well be worth it. Because by giving yourself to any guy who shows you attention, all you are doing is cheapening the value that every man should aspire to be worthy of. The more you do it, the cheaper it gets, until the men out there who you deserve, the ones you will eventually want to be with, won’t want something that everyone else has already been given for free.

“There are a million things that make a girl into a good woman, things she can do, just like men, to build herself up. Get your education, be the woman who challenges her man to be better, be able to match him, hell, beat him on an intellectual level. Find your passions and chase them with everything you have. Develop your sense of self, learn that there is a difference between being smart and being wise, that there is a difference between being hot and being beautiful, and that when it comes to a relationship, every single human being alive, men or women, are only the sum of what they can bring to the table. Beauty will never fade with age, hotness does, but beautiful women are born every day, you need to have more than that, and a man needs to be looking for more than that to deserve you.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be telling me to find love or something?” She had asked.

“Love is the most important and powerful thing on earth, Ems,” he sighed, using the pet name he had given her as an infant. “But love comes later. This is just to start the relationship; this is to get the door open. Love is through the door, but it can and will remain sealed closed if both you and your future partner aren’t careful now. And you deserve love.

“Every good, real man out there has been on a journey to build himself up for his entire life; he has built himself up to be a King of his own world. But contrary to what the magazines and the movies tell you, a King doesn’t want a Princess; he wants a Queen. But even if you are a Queen in every single other way imaginable, no King is going to settle for a woman who gave away the most intrinsically valuable part of herself to anybody who caught her eye at the time.”

“Jesus, Dad,” she had groaned. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I am a man,” he answered simply. “And I know how men think. More than that, I am the only man who is going to tell you the truth about this because I am the only man who is not going to try to manipulate or charm you into bed. One day, you will want to settle down, you’ll want to find someone, and you will want to be happy; I’m giving you the one piece of advice that nobody else can.”

“I’m not sure Mom would agree with that.”

“Who do you think asked me to talk to you about it?” he’d shrugged. “When I met your mother, I was 32, and she was 26; she had been with three people before me.”

“Oh, so she wasn’t a good woman ’cause she’d given it away?” Emma snorted.

“Three men in eight years, assuming she started at 18, is not giving it away. That is being in a few relationships that she dedicated herself to, and they didn’t work out. That is being selective. Your mom was 26 when we met, your aunt Kim was 22, and she had already fucked beşiktaş escort around with about 30 different guys. Tell me, what is the one thing that she always complains about now?”

Emma failed to stifle another groan as she thought about the long, wine-filled nights that she had been forced to listen to as her Aunt bitched to her mother. “That she can’t find a good man and that the only men interested in her are only after one thing.”

“She chased the cheap thrill. She lied, she cheated, she threw away the good men who were all around her because she wanted the next shiny object. Then, when her looks had dried up, and a new generation of easy women came along to replace her, she was left dealing with the consequences of her actions.”

“But mom tells her that she’ll find someone. So she’s lying? To her own sister?”

“Yup. Because your Mom doesn’t want to hurt her feelings by telling her the truth. She made stupid decisions, poor choices, and chased attention instead of affection. And now, real men won’t take her seriously because she can never be his Queen. Sure, they’ll fuck her; no single man is going to turn down free sex, but when it comes down to what she brings to the table, that is all she has, and it’s all used up.”

She had to admit, thinking about the miserable, lonely, bitter woman and then hearing her alcohol-fuelled recollections of her wilder, younger days, this was marking a morbid kind of sense. “So, what are you saying I should do?”

“Date, be normal, find happiness, just be selective. If you think a guy is only with you for sex, he probably is. If he ever says something like, “If you loved me, you will… whatever,” dump him. Immediately!”

“But what if I really like him?”

“That’s even more reason to get rid of him. If a man loves you how you will want him to love you, he will never ask you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. He will put you first. That goes for sex, that goes for being around heights, or closed spaces, or big crowds, or eating shellfish, or wearing the color yellow. It doesn’t matter. If a guy is using the fact that you love him to make you do something you don’t want to do, then he is manipulating you, and he needs to go.”

“But if he’s not doing all that, if he’s treating me well, and I want to… you know?”

“Go for it, enjoy it, but take it seriously. Sex is wonderful; it is beautiful, and it’s special. So treat it that way, have fun, learn what you like and don’t like, decide where your boundaries are, and then stick to them. But only when you are ready for it and only when you want it. The right guy will wait because he will see you as the goal, not the sex. Then, when you’re all grown up and want to settle down, you will have the men lining up to be with you, then you will be able to pick who you want to be with, and trust me, that is not a position many women find themselves in.”

“What do you mean?”

“Women control access to sex. They decide who gets it, when, why, and how much. Any girl… any girl… can walk into any bar, in any town, at any time of day or night, and is almost guaranteed to be able to find someone to fuck her. It’s easy for them. Men can’t do that; that is why they will take the free sex when it’s offered but don’t respect the women who offer it. But when the dust settles, and the woman grows up, when she wants to settle down, it is the man who decides who he wants to commit to; they control access to relationships, and a woman’s past will play a big part in that. So if you are selective now, you won’t only be safer, happier, and feel more fulfilled by any relationships you do have, but when you are looking for a life partner, your past can’t be something you are judged by, but something you are desired for.”

That conversation had happened a few years ago. Her father, ever the sage and worldly wise professor of human psychology, had retired with her mom to Capricorn, the paradise planet, leaving her with enough of his sizable retirement fund to get her settled on her own two feet. For a long time, his advice had made sense, but she could never really see how it fitted into her reality. But then she had decided to give her V-card to that boy. It had been a mistake, she was pretty sure she had known it was a mistake when she was making it. The whole thing had left her feeling cheap, used, and disrespected, and her father’s words had come flooding back to her. Suddenly, they tied up perfectly with reality. She had been played, and she had fallen for it. After that, she followed his advice to the letter. She had been in a handful of short-lasting relationships, but the red flags he had told her to look out for had always reared their ugly heads, and she had cut them off before they ever got between her legs.

Then, she had met Jess. Jess was a wild child. They had first been introduced in college. Emma was aiming for medical mecidiyeköy escort school, and Jess was toying with the idea of going into childcare, two very different subjects requiring the same foundation academic credits. Jess had always been a party girl; she had been the center of attention in any social gathering she had been involved in, and Emma had been given a front-row seat to the deeper and deeper depths of her sexual adventurousness.

Literally, in some cases.

Jess had wholeheartedly agreed with the advice given by Emma’s father. She hated the way men treated her. “Fuck meat,” she called herself. “A hot piece of ass.” It had made her very cynical when it came to relationships, let alone concepts such as love. Jess’s attitude, however, was that the damage was already done, so why not milk it for as long as her looks and her vagina held out. And milking it was exactly what she had done. She made more money in a few weeks of sex work than anyone in the childcare profession could hope to earn in a year. As for her future happiness, that was a bridge Jess was content to burn when she came to it. Men would only ever see her as a whore, she had decided. Even if she packed up sticks and moved to a whole new planet, the only way she would be able to escape her life before her middle age would be to lie about it, and her reasoning is that what kind of relationship would it be if it was based on the lie she had been forced to give in order to start it.

The problem was Emma agreed with her. Jess was her best friend; she was like the sister she had never had. Born of very different lives in very different worlds, they had become the closest of friends under the most unlikely of circumstances. But Emma could admit that her appeal as a wife or even as a serious girlfriend was practically zero.

“Oh fuck yes!” her friend’s howling voice echoed through the walls. “Dump that hot cum inside me, fuck baby, I can feel it; I can feel you filling me! God, I’m going to… fuck… I’m cumming!”

She wasn’t—she wasn’t even close. And the script that she had been screaming out a few times a day for the past year that Jess had been doing this, was predictable enough for Emma to mouth the words along to. That always made her giggle.

There were a few muffled grunts, a few quieter groans, and silence descended on the apartment. About ten minutes later, a set of footsteps echoed along the corridor outside Jess’s room and then sheepishly out the front door. It would seem that this guy was done. If he was anything like the others, he had probably barely said more than a few words to Jess before dressing, paying up, and leaving. And just like that, she had made more creds than her work at the local clinic paid her in a week.

The world was crazy.

As the man was leaving the apartment, Emma listened as the shower in Jess’s ensuite turned on, and – another ten minutes later – Jess stepped into the room wearing a robe and rubbing a towel through her hair. “I swear to god,” she chuckled as she looked over at Emma. “The worst part of this job is the number of showers I have to take. My hair is fucked from all the washing it.”

Emma smiled. She was curled up on their old but exquisitely comfortable sofa, reading a book. Well, she wasn’t. She couldn’t afford an actual paper book; those things cost a small fortune these days. She was reading a novel on her holo pad. “You know you can have a shower without washing your hair, right?”

“Depends where the guy cums,” Jess winked back playfully to her. “How’s the book?” She asked as she walked into the kitchen to grab a drink from the dispenser.

“Meh,” Emma shrugged, putting the holo pad down. “It’s the middle of the series, and this is the book that’s setting up the next big event, so nothing is really happening, but it has all the stuff in it that gets important later.”

“I’ll wait for the movie,” Jess smirked as she dropped down onto the other end of the sofa. “Any chance of going out for a drink tonight? I could do with getting out of here.”

Jess was flitting. She did it quite a lot on days like today; she was bouncing very quickly from one subject to the next with barely a breath between. When Emma was first getting to know her, she had wrongly thought that it was a lack of interest in what she was saying and had taken offense on more than one occasion. But as their friendship had blossomed, she had learned differently. Jess was feeling antsy, probably because she hadn’t been able to get herself off, and she was feeling frustrated. That last guy had been her third and final client of the day; she was probably aching in ways and in places that Emma could scarcely imagine, and she was – sexually speaking – wound as tight as a drum. Going out for drinks very often led to Jess finding someone to hook up with properly, just to get off. Not for money, not to give the guy what he wanted, but to get something for herself.

Emma didn’t mind that, provided they did it back at the guy’s place. As loud as Jess was when she was pretending to enjoy her sex with clients, she was really fucking loud when she was actually hitting her climax, and Emma needed her sleep. “Yeah, why not?” She smiled, tossing the now unneeded holo pad onto the side table and glancing over at the time.

The world was a very strange place.

That was either Fan’s most insightful thought, ever, or her most useless one.

Yet, the truth of it was always going to remain doubtless. It had been years since any observer had been sent to this tiny little backwater planet in a backwater galaxy that nobody else wanted to go near, but that had been the whole point of running away.

She hadn’t exactly told the inhabitants that she was a runaway.

She very much doubted that they could understand that her life’s work was complete and utter drudgery, horrible though it was, and they wouldn’t understand that she could afford an interstellar space craft capable of distances that they couldn’t imagine, even as a nobody.

They would assume she was somehow important, or better than them. They wouldn’t be able to accept that she was able to access such technology on the equivalent of an intern’s pay. Let alone that it had actually cost her less than a week’s worth of work.

She’d crashed her ship good and hard when she arrived, and thankfully, convincing the witch who then greeted her to blow it up the rest of the way hadn’t been too difficult.

Apparently the woman already had to deal with interdimensional incursions, so having an alien around hadn’t seemed that odd to her.

Fan, for her part, was absolutely amazed to discover that magic and demons were real and not just weird myths of an extremely dumb and pre-scientific people.

This strange world, however, was… Everything that Fan had ever wanted.

She was sitting in the hallway, staring through a door by pretending it wasn’t there, and watching the hottest guy she had ever met, make love to the cutest girl she had ever met. The two of them would probably be embarrassed to realise they had an audience, but that was very much a thing of this world.

One that Fan still failed to grasp.

“Holy shit! Fuck your little sister! Fuck me, Ryker!” The woman yelled excitedly, leaning on hands and knees as the bed beneath her creaked in time with the assault.

If you loved someone, why would you hide it? This world had mountains. Shout it from the top of the mountains.

There was also apparently some sort of extra taboo between these two. Something about the mundanes of this world not really having a strong appreciation for the sexualisation of family members.

The witches had it right, it wasn’t something to worry about, not if you ensured that the family tree didn’t converge. A lover or three every generation wasn’t going to collapse the genetic diversity, even in so primitive a people.

Fan’s own race had their own ways to ensure genetics didn’t collapse. Less primitive than a breeding regime locked to marital regulations.

Lily looked back over one shoulder, tossing her white hair with its strawberry red ends, as she grinned at the man ploughing in and out of her. His chest running with sweat as he gave it his all.

This world had a whole bunch of stupid rules.

Primitive expectations that everyone had for Fan to take on board, but she still couldn’t see the point of it. So what if she made a few people uncomfortable? She wasn’t going to change herself for anyone else. That simply wasn’t something she could see the point of doing.

Lily moaned loudly for her brother to finish, to flood her, all over again.

He grunted loudly, driving himself forcefully into her and pinning her hips down to the bed as the orgasm ripped through him like a freight train. He saw stars, and fell lopsidedly off one of his arms and onto her.

The exhaustion from earlier returned with a vengeance and for a moment Fan wondered if Ryker was going to pass out. Humans were delicate little things, especially during sex.

Lily gave a nervous little giggle, “Whew. The blowback is a bitch, isn’t it? Zeus and Hades. I’m definitely fucked, now. Your well-fucked little princess.”

Fan stood up and skipped off into the kitchen, the interesting bit finished.

She twirled her black hair around her hand for a moment, letting it change and become like Lily’s white and red streaks. It was cuter this way, but Lily already seemed to hate that Fan had decided to look like her more mundane self. Waring the magic self was probably going to turn into a serious fight.

She turned the hair darker again, and then opened the fridge. She grabbed the tray of cookies that Lily had made, and then pulled back. As she did, her floppy antenna nearly caught on the edge of the door. She winced, rubbing it, before heading to the loungeroom.

She sat down and flicked on the TV, channel surfing until she got bored with that. The antenna flicked upright for a moment, and a drama from across the ocean was reorganised to fit into the strangely primitive display device.

Fan put her feet up on the couch, lying down sideways, and started cramming biscuits into her mouth. She grinned like an idiot as she saw a girl and her boyfriend on the TV complaining that she was sure that he had cheated on her, with her own sister.

He merter escort complained right back that he thought he had a pass because she’d slept with his brother.

TV on Fan’s planet was mostly interactive, voting and so on. Or their equivalent broadcast system that might be thought of as television.

Getting tired was a trait humans had inherited from their ape ancestors, and wasn’t something she shared with homosapiens. A little bit of sun, and she was always spritely.

Being a race of changelings, that meant that instead of a TV room, they tended to have more playful spaces. Their version of masquerade parties were infinitely more fun than just masking up. But, Fan had to admit that just watching was a nice past time, too.

In point of fact, she preferred it. Like most of the fun things on this planet, it was better than her home. Why did even your hobbies have to teach you something useful? Not every damn thing had to come with a lesson attached!

The alien idly shoved her hand up and under the dress, and then down into the underwear. She made a contented smile, and started running a thumb around the fun little blit of a thing near the top. She reaally liked the human cunny. So many more nerves than her usual sex organs.

Fan gave a small groan, and wondered how most humans were able to stay quiet whilst fucking each other’s brains out. It didn’t make any sense to her. Why would you even want to try?

“Fanastasia!” Lily yelled angrily from the kitchen.

The antenna poking up through her hair bobbed with her excitement, as she watched the two cheaters on the TV flip from screaming anger to making out. Just as they were getting to the good bit, the screen had to pan to something else.

Though, it wouldn’t much have mattered, as the witch stormed into the room right then. Snatching the remote magically and turning the TV off. “Fan! Those weren’t for you, and you know it!”

She looked down at the cookies, looked back up, and then started cramming them into her mouth as fast as she could, with her free hand.

Instantly, Fan found herself in a completely new place. She fell from the height of the couch into the blistering snow, with only the biscuits in her mouth to accompany her.

She dragged her cummy finger free, reluctantly, and took in the strangeness of the environment that Lily had banished her to, this time.

The wind was howling, and the snow was falling, and there was a good deal of ice, as well.

Her antenna twitched a couple times, and Fan realised that she was about a half hour’s walk from a nearby human settlement. She couldn’t be entirely sure what they were doing there, or exactly where she was, but she could feel a few satellite dishes. Noisy radio waves.

She skipped off towards it in the snow, bouncing her feet up and down happily in the brilliant white material that made the entire horizon light up. Some of it was fluffy, but most of it was crusty.

All of it was cold, giving her spine some happy shivers.

Fan was quite sure that a human would have been downright fucked, in the same circumstances. But Lily knew she wasn’t human, and it was kind of hard for the environment to deal a deathly blow to a changeling. Her internals just rearranged themselves and tweaked a few things so that she didn’t need heat anymore.

She did learn about the process at school, but that didn’t mean she had retained it. She hated her society’s focus on mind-numbing education. Who cares if she understood how being a changeling worked? She was more than happy to pretend it was mystically secret like Lily’s magic.

The human settlement was made up of a half-dozen corrugated buildings, all of them painted lovely bright colours. It made Fan smile through the snow as she approached. She loved how playful they were with their lives, even in a wasteland like this one.

She skipped up to the biggest building, a big red shed, and knocked on the door lightly before ducking inside.

She groaned as the heat hit her, and she had to go through another internal adaptation. She rubbed her cheeks as they began to glow, and looked around curiously as she adjusted to the space.

A man in a white coat with grey fur looked over at her in surprise, “We didn’t have any flights scheduled today. Did you just get in?”

She shrugged, “Hi. I’m Fanastasia. Most people call me Fan, or ‘that annoying bitch’. I don’t mind which you pick… Um… You wouldn’t happen to have any cheese and crackers, would you? No dairy on my planet.”

She poked around at the equipment lazily, trying not to snicker at how primitive it all was. Microscopes and computers that would be wrecked by the cold. Things designed to look at sample plates, mostly. Nothing good like a TV.

“Fan… Was it?” He asked cautiously, “Eh… What’s your speciality?”

“Sex.” She shrugged, and her antenna bobbed briefly, flicking upright as she detected the presence of a female. “Lot of that around here, isn’t there? Lots bağcılar escort of chill, even if the internet here sucks.”

The man walked up to her slowly, “Can I see some ID?”

She rolled her eyes, ignoring him. It was really annoying how most people could reason away magic and weird things like that, but they always seemed to notice that she didn’t belong.

About a third of the humans in this place were screwing each other, from what she could pick up. Most of them trying to keep it a secret, from the feel of things. She found that utterly hilarious.

As if you could keep secrets in a place like this.

She turned, looking up at the door as it swung open and a freezing woman staggered in, rubbing her arms and chattering her teeth. The door snapped shut behind her, untouched.

Fan waved lazily, “Hey, Ginger. Lily got mad at me. Sorry.”

“W-w-what d-d-did you do th-this time?” The witch shivered, rubbing her arms as she shuffled over to stand under a heater.

Fan shrugged, “Kinda ate the cookies that I think she made for Ryker? Either that… Or she was mad that I watched them fuck, again. Maybe both? Dunno.”

“And who are you?” The man asked in frustration.

“J-just a w-witch.” Ginger replied, flicking a spark of magic in his direction. He nodded slowly as it hit him, as if everything made sense, and went back to his boring job.

Fan made a pouting face, “I kinda wanted to fuck him.”

“It’s… F-freezing.” The witch glared, “C-can’t we j-just go home?”

“Your place, or Ryker’s?”

“M-mine.”

Fan turned up her nose, “Oh, come on! I mean… I like pussy as much as the next girl, but I’m kinda of sick of being your pity fuck! I want… I want a cock! From someone who doesn’t just think I’m some weird freak.”

“I-i’ve got s-some Camembert.” Ginger tried to negotiate with her.

Fan shook her head back and forth, “Nah ah! You can’t bribe me. You can just go home and leave me to screw around, here. Lily banished me here, so I can do what I want, here!”

“W-why is it a-always sex, w-with you!?” Ginger exclaimed, glaring from beneath her red locks.

The alien grinned sheepishly, “‘Cos human cunts are amazing. I don’t think you’ve got a clue how lucky you are! The one I was born with? You have to really pound it before I even start to feel anything. Sort of why our breeding rituals involve eight or nine guys taking their turns.”

Ginger wrapped a blanket around herself, still shivering, “Breeding rituals?”

“My planet.” Fan rolled her eyes, “Remember? Everything has to be either regulated or educational. You don’t have sex whenever you want. You have it when the government tells you that it’s your turn to get pregnant.”

“That be… Terrifying. An’ gross.” The witch shivered.

Fan shrugged. To her, it was ordinary. That humans could run around and stuff their hand down their own pants whenever they wanted was weirder.

“Sex without pregnancy is one of your best inventions.” Fan said lightly, and skipped over to the witch and kissed her cheek. “And I’m not ungrateful that you always save me from Lily. But sending me here really isn’t much of a punishment, this time. You’re suffering a lot more than I am.”

“If I add some Roquefort, will you come home with me?”

The alien twirled a strand of black hair, “Getting closer. You’re actually interested in sleeping with me, this time, aren’t you? I hate it when you think you have some kind of obligation.”

“I…” Ginger whispered hesitantly, and then looked down. Her cold cheeks trying and failing to turn a gentle red. “Bought a strap-on.”

“Ooh! I haven’t tried couple’s sex toys before!” Fan said quickly and embraced her in a hug. “Let’s go!”

Ginger looked at her in exasperation, “Is that all I get ta be to you? A supply of cheese and sex?”

“No.” Fan screwed up her face in frustration, “I wouldn’t ask if you were actually interested, if I wasn’t. I do actually like you, Ginger. I’d ask to live with you, if being close to Ryker wasn’t the most tempting thing in the ‘verse.”

“Would ya be interest’n if I didn’t have the cheese?”

Fan sighed heavily and then poked the woman roughly in the boob. “These make milk, don’t they? But you don’t call yourself a cow. So don’t imply that I only think of you as one!”

“Ow!” Ginger pulled back, rubbing her chest, “Don’t be doin’ dat! The cold make ’em all… Sensitive. That hurt.”

“So did what you said.” Fan replied grumpily.

The witch sighed heavily, “Sorry. I just… It don’t really feel that emotional ‘twixt us. I feel like I just bein’ your booty call whenever you get sick of pervin’ on Ryker… You really had guys run a train on you?”

“Humans.” Fan said sourly, and hugged the woman, “Sex isn’t an emotional thing, for me. It’s fun. Super fun. But sharing a meal is way more romantic. Cheese and crackers is our thing. I always have time to have some crackers with you, Gingey.”

Ginger held out a hand and a broom güngören escort slapped into it. She lay it out horizontally in the air before jumping on onto it – with her blanket. The witch held out a hand to the alien.

Fan seriously considered staying behind. Playing with the scientists seemed a lot more fun than trying to tip-toe around some cultural differences, but it appeared that her chosen mate was feeling somewhat neglected.

Attempting to convince the grumpy man in the room to sleep with her would be easier, thanks to Ginger making him not care where they had come from. It’d be a good sight easier than making the witch forgive her for now showing enough emotional inclination towards them.

Just for a bonus, he had a penis, and what the witch was offering something a good sight more synthetic. In a world that was quite poor at generating organic materials.

She sighed and took the witch’s hand, jumping up and balancing for a moment on the small wooden object. It wasn’t as comfortable or as fast as the ship she’d intentionally crashed and ruined.

Even took a whole second to arrive in Ginger’s back garden.

The witch took her blanket, and shuffled up to the backdoor. Pulling it open with a wooden creak, as Fan look appreciatively at the woman’s behind, and considered how in the ‘verse to explain her emotional connection to the witch.

Humans bonded over physical things. Being close to each other. Playing with each other’s bodies. Repeatedly teasing, before finally allowing the obvious to happen.

Fan found that confusing. Fun to watch on TV dramas, but confusing.

The most romantic thing on her planet, generally happened after sex. You got the obvious out of the way, if the law allowed for it, and then the date would involve feeding exotic things to each other.

She was fairly certain that feeding was also a human pastime, but got the impression it was supposed to come before the sex. Even though sex could make a full stomach wibble and wobble far too much.

Ginger was good at giving Fan items from this world’s exotic delicacies, when she was looking for attention. Deep red wine from the Italian Alps, her favourite cheeses, and homemade crackers that left salt behind on her lips.

Fan followed the witch indoors, and hesitated momentarily in confusion as Ginger didn’t head straight for the bedroom, but towards the kitchen.

Cheese-filled payment, first? Such a human thing.

Fan skipped after her, and hugged the woman from behind, “Did Lily tell you, that she’d banished me to the snow? Or were you watching?”

“I put that there alert spell on ya, in case ya gets displaced. I did be telling you.” Ginger replied.

The alien’s antenna bobbed, and she nuzzled her nose into Ginger’s neck, “So… Your affection for me… Is more than just reactive?”

Ginger facepalmed, “Damn, gal. Ya do be the most confusing thing that born! I thought I were the one with all the emotions, and you were just da reactive.”

Fan grinned and kissed her earlobe, “I react. I like you, too. I do. Not just for the food, either. But reacting with you is so much fun.”

“Not as fun as a cocksuckin’ wanker in a snow suit with an effort to puttin’ ya away for not bein’ no scientist.”

She frowned, “Well… He did have… The bits.”

“And I be a witch!” Ginger said with frustration, “Fine. Ya wanna big cock, then I can turn meself into a feckin’ horse for ya!”

“No thanks. I like horses. But not for breeding with.” Fan deadpanned.

Ginger hesitated, glowering, before bursting into laughter and shaking her head. She gave a quick flick of the inside of her finger to the bottom of Fan’s chin. “I don’t half love ya.”

“You’ve said that before. But I’m getting the idea I’m wrong. Doesn’t that mean we’re just fuck buddies?”

The witch winced, “Yeah… Nah. It means that I do love you, a lot.”

“Stupid language.” Fan muttered and took a deep breath, “I’m sorry. I do comprehend that humans tend more towards exclusive relationships on this planet. I’m not sure that I… Can. Especially not if Ryker comes around.”

“If ya actually manage to sleep with him, Lily be buryin’ ya in the nearest black hole.”

Fan shrugged, “It’d be so worth it! ‘Sides, black holes are cool. The verge and weft of the ‘verse on display like that, the way it generates space from nothing.”

“Now I be the one not understandin’.”

Fan’s antenna bobbed, “Hm… Dunno. How do I put it… Inside a black hole, inside every black hole, is a universe.”

“Okay… Some people reasoned that.” Ginger said hesitantly.

“Specifically, this universe.”

The witch did a double take, “Come again?”

“Space is tricked into existing, by being inside itself, whilst being offset.” Fan shrugged, “It’s an energy distribution thing. The quantum effect required to stretch out space is preserved by entangling it with itself at a different superposition.”

“Yup. Lost me. Magic is easier.”

Fan grinned, “Not like I get it, either! I just had that shit banged into my head. Oh. Now I’m sad. Can I have a cracker, pleeeease?”

Ginger finished arranging the cheese and crackers onto a wooden board, and as she picked it up to move it, Fan snatched a couple crackers, shoved them in her mouth, and ran to the back door. Ginger usually liked to eat in the garden, near her flowers.

Barbara Eden on Fantasy Island

Written by Photodude2020

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal all characters portrayed are 18 years or older.

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The year was 1971 and I Dream of Jeannie had been off the air for over a year and in a few months Barbara would be turning 40. In all that time since the show had been cancelled the only work that Barbara was able to get were a few really badly made for TV movies and a few guest appearances on some TV shows.

Barbara’s life was about to change with this one phone call. Hello. Is this Barbara Eden? Yes. Who is this? Hello Miss Eden, my name is Charles Winters. I have a business opportunity for you. I just finished filming another made for TV movie I am not interested in another.

What if I told you I would pay you in cash $250,000 plus tips for a week’s work? Well Mr. Winters you must talk to my manager. Miss. Eden this is a very personal business matter. Please may I have just a few minutes of your time to explain? Fine go ahead. First, I need your word that you will listen to everything I have to say without hanging up. Ok. Do I have your word? Yes. Thank you.

I represent an organization that owns and operates a tropical island dedicated to the pleasures of the flesh. Pleasure? Yes, an island were men and women can come and engage in any kind of sexual activities or fulfill any sexual fantasy they may have.

Sexual activities? Yes, the entire island is clothing optional, and everyone is free to explore his or her own sexuality in any way that they see fit. Clothing optional? Yes, anyone who wants to may walk around in the nude.

We also screen all our guests and our staff for any sexually transmitted diseases. When everyone arrives, they are searched, and any recording device or cameras are confiscated. We value our guest’s privacy above anything else. From time to time we approach celebrities to have them come to the island to have sex with our guests. Have SEX!!?? Remember you promised. Continue.

Now our guests pay a flat fee just to come to the island. Once they are here, they are free to partake in any sexual activity they choose with whomever they choose. Everything must be completely consensual by both parties. We have a five-star spa and restaurant as well as an 18-hole champion golf course available for their use as well.

But what really brings them to the island, and they are willing to pay anything is to be able to fuck the celebrity who is on the island at that time. This year we have tried something new we sent a letter to all the people that have ever visited the island asking them witch celebrity they would most want to fuck, and you were listed on over 80% of their replies.

How do you determine the fees? First it depends on the celebrity. Are they currently popular? Have they ever been nude in print or in a movie? Finally, do we think people would pay allot of money to fuck them and you Miss Eden are the perfect candidate.

You have NEVER been nude in anything, and everyone would pay to fuck you. We than factor in the amount of time you are going to be on the island how much time they want to spend with you the number of people who will be involved and if they have anything special fantasias, they want you to fulfill.

Special? Yes, if they want to engage in bondage or discipline. What is that? They would tie you up and punish you. Don’t worry we have safeguards in place to protect you from any harm. What if I do not want to be tied up or punished? There is just one rule on the island, and this is for everyone. You cannot say NO. The only thing that is not allowed is anything that draws blood or would leave permanent scars.

Could you give me an example of what the fees might be? Yes, I guess I could? For a single man or woman for four hours for basic sex would be $250,000 Mr. Winters, please call me Charles. What is your definition of basic sex?

They would expect you to give them a blowjob or eat their pussy. Pussy! Yes, we get allot of female guests. I have never been with a woman. Thank you for telling me that because we can charge that woman extra to be your first.

Of course, they would get to fuck your pussy. Because of the cost the men would want to cum inside you are on birth control. Yes. Good. Finally, they would want to fuck your ass. My ass!

I have never done that either. Excellent we can charge anything we want to the man who wants to be the first to fuck your incredible ass and just because you are who you are, I am sure they would all want to titty fuck you. Let us say they wanted to add another man or woman the price would go to $350,000.

Do I have a say about the prices? No because of your limited availably we do it on a (sorry about the pun) first cum first served basis.

How much time is considered a half day? A half day is four hours aksaray escort a full day is eight hours. Anything past that is renegotiated. Trust me with you as the celebrity we will be getting top dollar for your services.

I am not saying yes nor am I saying no but if I were interested what would be the next step? First once we have come to terms, we will send you a contract for you and you attorney to go over. My attorney! Yes, we will pay him $10,000 in cash for his guidance and more importantly his silence.

Well, let us proceed but I want to change the terms. What are your terms, Barbara? I want $500,000 dollars for the week plus 25% of what you are going to charge, and I get to keep all my tips. That is a lot of money Barbara. Yes, it is Charles but like you said I have NEVER been nude, and I was in 80% of the letters you sent out I think you will be able to meet my demands.

Well Barbara I do not have the authority to accept your terms. Today is Thursday. I will meet with the board of directors tomorrow and call you at this time on Monday. Will that be acceptable?

Yes. Thank you Barbara and I am looking forward to talking to you on Monday. Have a nice weekend. You as well, Charles have a nice weekend.

After spending one of the longest weekends of her life Barbara’s phone finally rang on Monday. Hello! Hello Barbara, its Charles. Hello Charles, what is the answer. The answer Barbara is YES, we will agree to your terms.

That is wonderful what is the next step? We will have the contract and the confidential agreement and the $10,000 delivered to your home tomorrow by courier. To my home! Do not worry Barbara it will be in a sealed envelope with just your address on the envelope there will be no way anyone will know what is inside.

We would like you to make an appointment with your attorney Adam Landers for this Wednesday at 2pm. We will call there at 2:30 to answer any questions you might have. What else do you know about me Mr. Winters?

Barbara please do not be angry the only thing we researched was the name and phone number of your attorney and your home address so we would know where to send the contracts. I give you, my word. It is very difficult to take the word of someone who is just a voice on the phone.

I understand and I am very sorry, but we had to know who we were going to be dealing with. Barbara the one thing that most of the responses that we received is that that want you to be dressed in your Jeannie costume.

So, at 2:45 one of our tailors dressed as a businessman will arrive and asked to join your meeting. He will have some costumes for you to try on so they can be tailored to fit your body perfectly. Do not worry everything will be in his briefcase so he will look like any other businessman.

The next day her doorbell rings and standing there is a young kid who could not be a day over 18 with an envelope under his arm. His jaw hit the ground when he saw who was standing there. Barbara having gone through this many times, grabs a promo picture of herself and signs it and hands it to the courier.

He walks away without even realizing he never got a tip. She opened the envelope and found her contract her attorney’s confidential agreement and the $10,000 in cash. She called and got a secretary and made the appointment for 2pm the next day.

Barbara showed up at 1:45pm wearing a skintight sundress and looking like a million dollars a few minutes later Adam came out of his office. Barbara, it has been to long you look incredible please come in. Barbara turns to the secretary.

I am expecting a guest can you please just show them in. Yes Miss Eden. So, Barbara what can I do for your today? Adam as my attorneys can you tell anybody about anything that we discuss.

No Barbara you are protected under attorney client privilege. If I did talk to anyone about anything we discussed I would be disbarred and probably go to jail. Why do you ask? Here is a nondisclosure contract I need you to sign and here is $10,000 in cash for your console. What? I do not understand. Please just read it and sign it. Ok I will sign.

This cannot be real! They want you to go to some island who knows where for a week and have sex with strange men and women! Yes, and you want to do this? I am not sure Adam that is why I am here is the contract real?

How do I get my money and how do I make sure I am getting all the money that I am due? Give me a few minutes to read this. Miss Eden your guest is here. Guest, Yes Adam there are some cloths that I am going to be wearing and this is their tailor to make sure everything fits perfectly.

Hello Miss Eden, my name is Ernesto, is there someplace where we can have a little privacy. Please use my bathroom while I read this contract. Thank you, Adam we will not be long.

About 30 minutes later they both came out of the bathroom, and he could see that Barbara’s nipples were very very hard and her face was flushed. Thank beyoğlu escort you for your time I have everything that I need.

Barbara are you alright. Yes Adam. So, what does the contact say? Well, your total control on how and where you get paid. What I would suggest is getting half the money upfront in cash and you then set up an account somewhere the government can’t get their hands on it.

Could you take care of that for me? Of course, Barbara, is there any country in particular? No. It should not be in your name. What name would you like to use? How about Jeannie Nelson? Sure, if that is what you want.

At exactly 2:30pm the phone rang. Hello, yes, she is here one moment please. Hello Charles, yes, I am here with Adam and no one else. May I put you on the speaker phone? Yes you may as long as there is nobody else in the room.

Hello Adam, my name is Charles and I understand you have signed the confidential agreement and have received the $10,000. Yes, I have a few questions. I would have been surprised if you had not.

First how does Barbara get her money? She will receive her money at the end of the week. No, she will get half of the money before she gets on the plane and the balance before she leaves the island. How would you propose we do that?

You will pick her up from my office and you will hand me the $250,000 in cash. That would be acceptable but instead of the office how about the underground parking garage?

That would be acceptable. I am guessing that the guests are paying you in advance so you will bring Barbara her 25% the next morning. Adam I think it would be easier to pay me the 25% and give me my tips when I leave the island. That is acceptable.

You are going to trust us to pay the correct amount. We do not have a choice on that matter. Before she boards the plane to leave you will bring her the other $250,000 and the 25% of her fees. This is to be put in the contract and these terms are nonnegotiable.

Those terms are acceptable. There is one more condition. Go on. If at any time she is permanently scared or hurt the rest of the contract is null and void and you will pay her $1,000,000 in cash and she will leave your island immediately.

No one has ever made that condition before. I will have to get the board’s approval. I will call you tomorrow Adam if that is ok. Yes. If we agree do, we have a deal? Yes! Barbara, we would like you to be on the island on Sunday the 6th if that is alright.

Please take this time to get a nice all over tan. I will Charles will I see you on the island. No though I will be there when we pick you up. I am looking forward to meeting you. Have a good day.

Do you realize what you just agreed to? Yes, I just took an acting job that is going to pay me over $500,000 in cash for a week’s work. It is Sunday 6th at 2pm and Barbara is sitting in a car with Adam when a big black limousine with dark tinted windows enters the garage. The driver’s doors open and a man caring a black attaché case gets out and walks over to their car.

Adam opens the case and counts the cash to make sure the $250,000. Barbara gets out of the car and gets into the limo that drives away. Hello Barbara, you look stunning, hello Charles and thank you. The flight time to the island is a little over an hour. You will have the rest of the day to settle in and your first client will be tomorrow at 9am.

What is it they want? Sorry Barbara all the clients you are going to meet will be told to you on the day that you are going to meet them. Now there are some rules that you must obey. Rules? Yes rules. You have the top floor penthouse suite in has a pool, Jacuzzi, steam room and even a sauna. There is even a fully equipped gym and tanning bed. If you want to go out there is a patio on the roof. There will be a guard at the elevator so the only people that can come up are your clients and our staff.

But understand this if you go outside and someone sees you and wants to fuck you must fuck them for FREE! Anything you want food drink anything will be brought to you 24/7. In the bedroom are all sorts of cloths and lingerie as well as several genie costumes that have been custom made for you. In the dresser is every kind of sex toy you could possibly need. Any questions? No, let us drink a toast to a fun and profitable week. Cheers!!!

Once you get to the island you will meet William, he oversees the island and will make sure you have everything you want and that your clients are happy. Anything you need you can call William he is available for you 24 hours a day.

Once she has landed and Barbara has been brought to a private entrance where she meets William. They get into an elevator that takes them up to the penthouse. Barbara is looking out the window and is stunned at the beauty she sees.

Since everything she is going to be wearing is being supplied all she had to do is put out her makeup and toiletries and then she opened the closet doors and cihangir escort found some of the sexiest lingerie and dresses she had ever seen. Out of curiosity Barbara went to find the sex toys. She found them in a large dresser right next to the bed. After a light dinner she decided to go to sleep so she would be ready for whatever tomorrow would bring.

Day 1

At 7am she was woken up by a call from William and told to take a shower and shave and to be ready at 9am sharp. When she got out of the shower there lying on the bed was one of the Jeannie costumes that she had tried on in Adams bathroom. Unlike the ones from the show these were see-through, and you could easily see Barbara’s hard nipples and shaved pussy once she was dressed.

Ok Barbara here is what the clients wants. Do you remember the first episode where Major Nelson finds your bottle on the beach? Yes of course. Well, that is the scene he wants to recreate. Hold it I was told that if I go outside of my room, I had to have sex for free with anyone who asks.

That would normally be correct. But in this case you will be driven onto the beach and we have fenced off a large section of the beach and there will be guards to make sure no one interferes with you and your client. Now once word gets around, I am sure you are going to have a very large audience watching you. Watching me? Yes, I am sure they are going to be watching and quite of few if not all of them will be masturbating thinking that they are the one fucking you.

What is his name? That is not important in his fantasy he is going to be Major Anthony Nelson. Call him whatever you want but if you really want a big tip call him “Master.” So, you are going start out talking gibberish until he says “I wish you spoke English” then you will speak English.

He is also going to say, “I wish there was a bed I could take you to and make love to you” and we will arrange for a bed. He paid for 4 hours and when he heard you an anal virgin, he paid us an extra $100,000.00 for the honor of popping your anal cherry.

How do you feel? Nervous and excited both at the same time. Ok let us go. They got into the private elevator and stepped out the private entrance she entered the other day. They get in a 4-wheel drive jeep and drive toward the beach. As they get to the gate to go to the beach there are already 10-15 people some with binoculars waiting to watch the show.

Hey Barbara, can I be next? Is yelled out by a very buff and very naked young man who is also sporting a very very large erection. Or how about me from a busty nude woman. Sorry you must pay in order to play yells William.

They drive out onto the beach and Barbara gets out and look around for the man she will be fucking for money. All the while her nipples are harder and longer than they have ever been and she can feel her pussy juice starting to run down her leg.

Ok go stand over there behind the white curtain and when he opens the bottle there will be a big puff of smoke so don’t be alarmed.

Barbara sees the shape of a man walking towards her and he bends down and there is a giant puff of smoke.

He sees Barbara standing there dressed in a genie costume. The costume is so shear that he can see her erect nipples and her shaved pussy.

He blinks in shock first because he does not know where she came from and more importantly, she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Who are you and where did you come from?

ana aljuniyu min zujajat ‘amr li sayidati

I don’t understand I wish I could understand you.

Barbara answered, “I am the Jeannie of the bottle command me my master.”

You speak English now?

Yes, master when you say “I wish” it is my command to instantly obey and grant your wish.

So, if I say I wish you were naked There is another puff of smoke and now she is standing there nude with her hands on her hips and her legs spread shoulders with apart. You are gorgeous. Thank you master. Master? Yes, you freed me from the bottle you are now my and forever my master, and your wish is my command. Wow, I have never seen such a perfect pair of tits.

What size are they? They are 34C master. Are they real? Why don’t you squeeze them and find out for yourself master. Really its ok to touch you. Yes, master I am yours body and soul. I am here to serve you in any way that you desire.

So he reached out with both hands and gently squeezed her breasts. She noticed that his hand are shaking Barbara was not sure it was from fear or excitement and being the consummate professional she just stood still while he squeezed her breasts and played wither hard nipples.

Ok I wish there were a large bed under those trees. There is another bigger puff of smoke and there is a bed covered in white silk sheets. He scoops her up in his arms and walks toward the bed.

He places Jeannie at the end if the bed and starts to take off his flight suit. Barbara gasped as his big, limp cock was exposed, hanging just in front of her face. She tore her eyes away long enough to glance up, seeing the serious and intense look of lust in his face that he was giving her, then she looked back at his cock. It was growing. His cock swelled up, stiffening, getting larger and beginning to stick straight out… angling up, higher and higher… Bigger and bigger.

Treasure Ch 7 B a continuation of 7A and yes there will now be a ‘C’ in this timeline. – Timelines can be mind bending.

The following is a collaboration between the main author, me, and my muse. Yes that ‘Jeanne.’ My muse did ask a new interesting question, ‘is the Drew from 7 A the same Drew as from the Prequel?’

So, if the Drew from 7A had turned around and went home instead of heading out into the bay, would he then have decided to climb Bishop’s Peak the next morning? And if so, would he have been snatched there?

Remember my limited understanding of Timelines. Infinite number according to Steven Hawkings. This is why the concept of Timelines is so damned interesting.

I have no idea how long it will be, or what twists and turns might develop. THAT is the magic of life and multiple timelines.

All humans and creatures are over 18 years of age. All humans and creatures are figments of my mind and are not meant to represent any creatures that walk our earth. If one does, please send me an email with a picture or video attachment.

What do you do in a timeline?

Is another timeline ‘better’ or ‘worse?’ What is better or worse?

***

His 65th Birthday…

‘Drew…it is our understanding that you humans put great importance on celebrating your date of birth?’ First raised her head looking at him eye to eye.

“And that gifts are given from ones that care for you?’

‘Most do, some like me…well I have had some bad experiences on mine, so I tend to avoid them. Why do you ask?” Drew responded.

“Because today is your birthday and we have gotten you a gift,” She stated in a demure way.

Drew was shocked that he had been on the ship for so long, in stasis or a coma probably.

He looked at her, but his mind was blank with shock.

With tendrils intertwined between the three, the slumbering two awoke. The three stood together and communicated with each other.

They turned and formed the formation that was their norm. First held out her hand and then interlaced her delicate fingers with his.

He was ‘informed’ to follow along as they existed his room and into a white corridor. They traveled a short distance and turned to a wall that promptly disappeared. They stepped in and he turned his head and froze. The room was white like his. It had a bed like his.

This room had a human occupying it, asleep, on the bed, which was just like his.

He looked at the beautiful sleeping face of ‘his Jeanne.’

As if on cue, she opened her eyes and promptly screamed.

“Your dead, drowned off Avila.” She screamed at him.

Her eyes swept the white featureless room and then settled on the three aliens and screamed again. She pulled the covers to her and backed up into the wall using the pillow as a shield.

He felt joined to the three, their tendrils were wrapped protectively around him. They were confused and wondered why he had acted one way, and she another.

“Well, that went well,” he said aloud and smiled at Jeanne.

Drew turned a half turn to the triplets. He did not need to, they were deeply ingrained inside his head, but human is as human does.

‘Give us a moment, and yes you can ‘listen in,’ Drew said to the three as they slowly backed out of the room. The wall flashing open and then closed.

He looked into her eyes and saw the confusion and terror. Those eyes that had held him captive from the moment he saw her on the basketball court in her cheerleader outfit. It seemed to have been 100 years ago.

“Yes, it is me, in the flesh and alive. I was taken like you. They said they would release us soon. Some version of a coming out party is planned.’

He took a step towards her, and she cowered back against her wall. Her pillow shield scrunched more with her long fingers showing the stress. He walked to the wall that faced the foot of bed and put his shoulders there.

He could see some slight calming. She was gathering her wits, and he knew her mental acuity would snap back very quickly.

“It’s still my fault though,” he paused because he knew deep in his heart, that what he would say next would not be pleasant.

“You see…you are a birthday present for me. They said it’s my birthday today and they wanted to get me a gift. A gift to observe human customs.”

He looked at Jeanne and she had her mouth open. She was breathing, he could tell from the movement of her magnificent breasts that were mostly obscured with the bunched-up bedding.

She noticed him looking at her partially hidden bountiful cleavage and her confusion turned to fury.

“I am a fucking gift? A kidnapped present for your fucking birthday?” she yelled across the room.

He smiled slightly and shrugged because of the situation, not at her confusion or tone.

‘You are an asshole!’ She yelled at him.

‘Yea…I am getting that a lot lately.”

Drew paused, looking at her. He wanted to zeytinburnu escort go and hold her and kiss her.

He also wanted to keep his balls firmly attached to his body. Two options were all he could foresee, stay or go.

He pushed himself off the wall and looked into her eyes. Her eyes always held her emotions. He had literally fallen into her eyes the first time he saw her. He had fallen deep into those eyes many times in their interactions over the years. He had seen lust, love and anger in those beautiful eyes, also sorrow and fear now.

‘We…I will leave you for a bit so you can think through this situation.” Drew turned to leave, and the wall opened.

“Drew Scott! Don’t you fucking dare leave me alone!” Jeanne shouted at him. She was using the teacher’s command voice she had used for years while wrangling 3rd and 4th graders in her 30-year career as an educator.

But the voice was full of fear, and he could see it too in her eyes as he turned to look at her. He turned around half in and out of the open portal and paused. Who was he kidding, there was no choice. He had to go to her. To hold her and cherish her. He had wanted her for 40+ years and she was here in an alien ship because they had explored his mind and saw his deepest desire.

He turned and walked slowly to the bed and slowly sat down on the edge.

‘Approach the she-wolf slowly and carefully.’ He thought to himself. He felt rustling in his mind and remembered that he was never alone here and may never be again.

The questions in his mind from the triplets were regarding ‘she-wolf’ made him smile. He was looking away as he explained ‘analogy’ and Jeanne’s anger at being taken against her will,

‘At least she does not have an implant,’ he thought. The vision and data overload he was just coming to deal with, would drive Jeanne insane. Constant connectivity takes a while to get used to.

‘Oh, she does. It is just not active yet,’ Drew heard from First and then he hung his head. Drew was just staring at where the wall would open. He was still used to the human way of communication, not the bond that was his new reality.

“Will you please turn and look at me?” Jeanne growled at him. He could hear the fear tangled in the voice that was trying to stay in control.

He turned his head and shoulders to look into her beautiful eyes.

“Always beautiful, I’ll always want to look into your eyes, and you know that.” He commented softly while holding her gaze.

“Is it really you? Are you real or some type of clone? Are you really alive?” she asked in a rapid fire manner trying to get it all out at once.

“Yes, it’s me” he responded with a smile “If you will let me sit up there with you, I’ll tell you my story. Then we can do some introductions once you feel you can handle it.”

She nodded slowly and looked at the bed next to her. He carefully inched his way over to the wall. He held up his right arm and she slid in next to him. He could feel her tremble as she put her head on his chest.

He dropped his arm around her, and she shifted and snuggled closer. He pulled and helped wrap her in her sheet ‘cocoon’ so she would feel more protected.

He could feel a distant tingling, sort of a female ‘ahhhh’ to his actions and protective feeling he had for Jeanne.

He quietly told her his story to date and held her tight even as he descried the alien sex and her arrival.

“So, they are alien sex traffickers?” Jeanne asked.

Drew sort of giggled and then let out a breath. The triplets were horrified, and his mind was full of questions and confusion.

‘Give us a little time ladies. Just stay calm,’ he sent back to them.

***

He lsat there with the woman he loved wondering to himself what the future would bring. She had always been magical to him. Touching something deep in his soul. It brought out the artist in him and there were sculptures all over his house that had parts of her in each one.

The last weekend they had spent together again brought out the spark in him. They had made love for hours and then gone to bed. He had woken multiple times and just smiled.

She was there next to him. That simple fact was exquisite. He could reach out and touch her naked form, sleeping so close in the big bed.

He had watched her slide out, in the dark, hours after nodding off. Her natural grace and curvaceous body were hypnotic as it passed through the moonlight glinting through the unshuttered windows. The simple act of her going pee at two am in the morning became an erotic sight.

And here she was cuddled up to him. Lost in the overwhelming fact that they were in an alien spacecraft and their lives were not their own, at least in the short term

He remembered it all. The love he felt and has always had for her. The intimate times spent together. The sharing of life, and its glow when she was around.

The light and power she brought to his soul.

***

“Are kağıthane escort you up to and ready for introductions?’ he whispered to her.

Jeanne did not answer for a bit and Drew did not push. He could feel her muscles bunch up and knew he was going to get smacked, or she was going to get herself ready.

“It would be nice to get some clothes, so I am not wrapped in a toga for my first meeting.” She commented.

His mind had already flashed through that thought before she asked. The wall flashed open and First, Left and Right entered the room.

Jeanne tensed in his arms and sucked in a breath but did not scream this time.

First carried a stack of clothing in her hands. Just like Drew’s shorts and t-shirt.

First came to the side of the bed closest to Drew and handed them to him. He shifted and then passed them to Jeanne. She took them and looked at the three aliens in the room and slid her sheet wider as she slid the T-shirt over her large breasts and then the same as she slid her shorts on while still covered.

Drew was in constant communication with the triplets on what she was doing. He was in a hurried dialog over human concerns for nudity and privacy.

Jeanne pulled down the covers to her waist and sat still clutched in Drews’ arm. Drew had to admit she looked much hotter in the T-shirt than he did. Her large nipples jutted through fabric causing his shorts to tent.

“Are you communicating with them,” Jeanne asked, and Drew finally realized she had turned her head and was looking at his face.

He turned and then realized how close they were. He so wanted to dip his head and take her lips in his. But based on the circumstances he did not want to lose a lip if he guessed wrong either.

“Yes, they have given us implants so we can communicate. Yours is off and if you decide to turn it on, it will take some time to get used to it.”

“Implant…” she said softly. “Implant!” she stated in a panic.

“It’s ok, its ok,” he said using a softer voice.

“I had the same reaction.”

“It allows all the races to communicate.” He continued.

“All the races…How many races…aliens do I have to deal with?” she asked.

There was verbal trilling that Jeanne could hear but it was translated in Drews mind.

“One hundred and forty-two,” stated Drew.

“You understood her…it?” Jeanne asked.

“It’s her or them…and yes, but in my mind. We don’t need to speak, just think about it. It takes a bit to get used to.”

“They want to come sit with you. They can also transfer information by touch.” Drew paused. “Is that ok?”

Jeanne just slowly nodded her head in affirmation but then reached down and intwined her fingers with his.

Drew was elated that she trusted him so much. She was holding his hand for assurance and trust.

First came to the foot of the bed and Left went left and Right went right. The bed lowered and started to expand.

Drew could feel her start to shake as the aliens slid onto the expanding platform. His arm that encircled her, pulled her tighter and she grabbed his arms in fear.

” It’s going to be ok. These aliens are not the greys. These aliens and several others are going to introduce themselves to humanity shortly,” Drew whispered.

‘It would be much easier to communicate if we energized her implant’ came a comment from First.

‘One step at a time,’ was Drews mental response.

Jeanne started to shake again as Right kneeled on the bed within arm’s reach of her.

Drew noticed Rights hair start to undulate and move towards Jeanne.

Drew asked Right to pause, and he turned to look in Jeanne’s eyes, which seemed to be sized twice her norm.

“Beautiful, their hair is sort of prehensile and moves on its own. Please be patient, you are very safe here…Promise.”

The hair undulated and slid forward in several groupings of what Drew called dreads.

First contact was made by Right and Jeanne went stiff and moaned.

“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered. The dreads stroked her legs and arms. She did continue to shake but it was more of a shiver.

Drew mentally dove down and was now watching as she was shown the alien culture and home world. They were going off at a rapid pace and skimmed directly into why Drew was taken and the two aliens he had slept with. There was a virus that had changed the birthrate to one male for each 100 female births. And that was only more devastating because of the low virility of the current males.

Being the retired teacher she was, she asked about his virility since he had had a vasectomy. No secrets within the mind, and she was shown all the changes they had made to him to bring him back to peak performance.

They offered her the same, she gave the flash of ‘we will see.’

She finally noticed Drew’s presence in the miasma that was her confused but learning mind. She drifted over to him, and their avatars looked at each other. fulya escort He was not sure how it would end but he saw a smile in her eyes and knew he was ‘safe’ for the moment.

‘Safe?’ she responded to him. He watched her thinking.

‘You may be safe for the moment,’ she said with a larger mental smile, ‘But not forgiven.’ Her avatar crossed its arms and stared at him.

‘You and your desires got me here.’ She paused again looking around. They just wanted you, fat, dumb and happy so you will keep screwing and impregnating them.” She started to tap her foot and it gave her quite the look of the pissed off teacher. Drew thought a HOT teacher, but still a pissed off teacher.

‘By the way, the being that you call ‘Left’ is still waiting her turn. You impregnated the other two and one of the children is a boy. So, you have done your ‘duty’ and I assume had fun doing it?” she paused, enjoying his confusion.

‘You need to get back on that horse and get them all pregnant.’

“Yes, but you’re here now,” Drew paused with mouth open, he could see where this was going in her mind.

‘You were dragged here to save their race. Then they dragged me here to make sure you were a happy boy.’ She paused. She looked around her own mind, intermixed with the thoughts of the Triplets.

Then she shocked Drew.

‘I want to watch.’ Jeanne said with a demure but devilish smile.

***

Drew exited the first introduction meeting with Jeanne shaking his head. ‘Jeanne wanted him to sleep with aliens. And to WATCH while he did so?” he wondered to himself.

He heard screams and felt terror from a faraway corridor and started to sprint. He was shocked how fast he could run without feeling his old bones creak and his heart pound.

He rounded a corner and skidded to a stop. There backed into an odd corner were a half dozen aliens of different species. All transmitting terror and mental and verbal cries for help. In an adjacent corridor, security arrived, fully armed and ready for battle.

In the middle of the confusion was a miniature dachshund pup barking his throat out and squared up against a host of alien creatures.

Drew almost laughed. Some of the creatures cowering before the miniature terror could easily snap Drew in half. The looks, feelings and horror emanating from the aliens were beyond pale.

Drew whistled like his grandfather had taught him. It got everyone’s attention including the little wiener dog. Drew knelt on one knee as the small barking denizen looked between Drew and his bunched-up prey.

“Beau,” Drew called out. The miniature hellion stamped around in a circle looking at Drew.

He patted his thigh and called out to the hyped-up puppy, “You must be Beau. Come here and let’s go find your momma.” The pup slowly came to Drew and somewhere the pup got a whiff of his momma on Drew. He came waging his tail, grateful for finding a human.

Drew picked him up and got a lick under his chin. “I guess you were snatched up with your mom, huh kiddo,” Drew commented while looking into the pups’ eyes.

Drew looked around and saw aliens of multiple races coming out to thank him for saving their lives from the small terrifying creature.

He knew he would be late for a meeting, but reuniting the pup with Jeanne was more important. Not sure how the gift was going to be received by the pissed off Jeanne, but…

He entered the room where Jeanne was housed, and she was still with the triplets.

Beau was having none of this crap about being kept from Jeanne. Beau squirmed so much in Drew’s arms that he lowered himself to one knee and let the pup loose.

In two bounds he was on the bed and barking his head off at the three aliens surrounding his ‘mom.’

The Triplets were terrified by this little creature and rolled off the bed and placed themselves behind Drew. Beau stood as the holy protector and barked from the bed.

Jeanne looked at Drew with an embarrassed look. Especially when she caught the look of terror on the triplet’s faces. Jeanne was talking and shooshing Beau and trying to calm him when it all caught up to her.

She started to laugh and then Drew lost it. The triplets and the other terrified aliens did not get the joke.

***

Ambassadors to be…

Drew leaned over and softly kissed an arching, Jeanne. She did not acknowledge the kiss, but he took no annoyance from being ignored. She was at the edge of her second huge orgasm, and he was just enthralled to be part of it.

Hours Earlier

Drew was searching mentally for what to do. He felt that a trap had been set and he was walking into something that would snap shut and rip his time with Jeanne away from him. And that trap was the one true love in his life…Jeanne.

“So…you want to watch me have sex with an alien?” Drew asked cautiously as he could feel the trigger spring of the trap vibrate.

She slid closer to him and whispered in his ear “Yes, I want you to fuck her good, get her pregnant. Then fuck me with your cock coated with your combined juices.” She raised her head so they could look eye to eye. She pulled him down into a sensuous explosive kiss.

“Then I want you to fuck me like you did her and leave me dripping as we fall asleep together.”

Well, that had Drew hard and ready as they cuddled.

“Well, god-damn! Smell those pies! V’s putting on a feast today!” Garnet chuckled heartily, his nose sniffing the air in an almost cartoonish manner. Seeth was sure that any moment now, Garnet would take off and float towards the kitchen, nose first.

The Fixer Den was busy today, the sound of chatter and laughter echoing around the station as Garnet and Seeth finished up their plans for the rest of the week. The sound was far from a distraction or an annoyance though; this new warmth in the Den was a welcome change from the seemingly endless months of cold anticipation and worry that had permeated the Den prior to Seeth’s arrival. Her hard work was paying off, and she was seeing the results. All those tiresome days of cleaving through Baron after Baron, liberating this small sector of space, had lifted the spirits of the local nomads tenfold.

“Stay focused, Garnet, let’s just hammer out the last of these details, and then I can get started on the next contract.” Seeth stifled a smile as the otter’s belly growled loudly. There was a small part of her that was holding onto the hope that she could get out of this meeting without anything… out of the ordinary happening today, but as she cast a glance towards the back of the room, at the rack of suspiciously strider-sized outfits that Garnet was trying to conceal behind a folding screen, she couldn’t help but think that that was wishful thinking.

The otter had made a rather audacious attempt to dress smartly today. He was wearing a slightly too small but still endearing suit, complete with tartan patches and an absurdly coloured tie. He fidgeted with the collar uncomfortably, and pulled the jacket down over his belly for the umpteenth time that afternoon as he looked over in Seeth’s general direction with a smile.

“Well, that’s the thing, Seeth! With the latest set of barges you took out this week, the Baron’s have all but disappeared from the local sector! Their mothership was seen retreating out of the sector yesterday! There are, o’course, a few stragglers still left behind – we’re workin’ on locating ’em, but in all honesty, we ain’t all that worried! You’ve done it, Seeth!”

“I’ve… Y-You mean… I’ve actually…” Seeth stumbled over her words in shock, unsure of exactly how to feel.

“You’ve driven them back! I don’t have any Vora Baron work for you today!”

“Nothing?!”

“Nope! Nothin’! We’ll get some more soon no doubt, they’re relentless bastards, but it’ll be nothing compared to what you’ve been doing, such as mopping up them stragglers I mentioned. The locals have been repairing and rearming, too. Them Baron attacks have become weaker and few and far between. You’ve broken the bastards!”

Not for the first time, Seeth felt a wave of relief that Garnet couldn’t see her, or her facial expressions. While the otter wore a large, genuine smile – he was practically beaming ear to ear as he bubbled with a giddy excitement – Seeth did not quite share his sense of relief. She couldn’t help the small, shy smile that was creeping over her lips though.

So this is what it feels like…

“And so…” Garnet pulled at his tie as he continued. “Me an’ V an’ some of the others got to thinking, and we decided that, well, perhaps a celebration would be in order!”

“Garnet!” Seeth immediately started to protest, but the otter interrupted her.

“V did say you might have some trepidations about us throwing you a party, but Seeth, you deserve it! All the nomads ’round here have been wanting to show you their appreciation, and it’s only a small party!”

“Oh yeah? How small, because it doesn’t sound small out there!”

“Only like, fifty people -“

“GARNET!”

“Including your friends! And Tora’s here, me and V will be here! Don’t you go blowing this out of proportion now, we’re throwing you a party and that’s that.”

“And you saved that small bit of news until the end of our meeting so you could keep me here for the party, didn’t you?” Seeth shook her head in quiet defeat, looking over at the rack of dresses again.

“Yep!” Garnet replied with a grin. “I was wondering if you’d notice something was up or not! Apparently, old Garnet’s still got it.” He added, somewhat smugly.

“Bah, you fucker!” Seeth laughed. “Fine! I guess I can stay for a bit. But I’m not really dressed for it though…” As she looked over at the rack of dresses, properly now, she couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of anxiety regarding the… colourful variety on display.

“V thought you might say something like that, so we put the word out, got you a nice selection of clothes. Now I should warn y’all, it was a bit of a challenge trying to find outfits that would fit your, uh… dimensions…” Garnet blushed slightly, but continued in his confident stride. “So there’s a bit of a mix of styles and sizes goin’ on. Got you a mirror though too, is just there, stacked up against the wall.” Garnet gestured towards the back of the room. “So try some stuff out, see what you like! Feel free to get changed in here if you want. I’ll maslak escort leave ya in peace, I’m sure there’s something else for me to do around here -“

“- DARLIN’!” V’s voice suddenly echoed through the office, her tone somehow soft as dough but still loud enough to fill every room. “I NEED YOU IN THE KITCHEN! THIS TIVY GIRL GON BE MAKING SOUP IN THE SINK UNLESS YOU WASH UP SOME OF THESE POTS ‘N PAAAANS!”

“There it is! Duty calls! Say, that friend of yours, Tivy, she’s a sweet lil’ pea, ain’t she? She been the one keeping y’all fed at home?”

“Tiv’s here? Yeah, she cooks for us when we’re all out working. She looks after us…” Seeth murmured thoughtfully as she made her way over to the clothes rack. “Why?”

“I thought as much! She’s been zipping all about the den, practically V’s partner in crime today! Kinda reminded me of you, only she cooks instead of pulling Baron’s apart… Hah! We invited the rest of your crew too, y’all seem close…” For a second, the otter’s face softened into something… sad, longing… but it quickly snapped back to that happy grin. “Well, I’ll leave you to it!” And with that, Garnet stood from his chair and waddled out of the room, closing the door behind him, and leaving Seeth alone.

Seeth sighed softly as she ran her fingers along her assortment of clothes. V really had wrangled up quite the… selection for her. There was a wide range of colours, fabrics, sizes and styles in front of her, and while it was obvious that most of them were second-hand and had been donated, they all looked like they had been cleaned and looked after.

No trousers, V? No suits? Just dresses, wonderful. It’s like high school prom all over again…

She pulled a cocktail dress off the rack with a soft clink. She pressed it up against herself, and looked across at her reflection in the mirror. The dress had been made with a more busty clientele in mind, to give credit to V, but not this busty.

“Mhm. Yeah… No. That’s not quite going to fit my… dimensions.” Seeth smirked and laughed lightly as she returned the dress to the rack, and pulled out another.

Despite her initial apprehension, there was something quite exciting about trying on all these outfits. It had been a very long time since Seeth had had the opportunity to do something as normal as dress up and go to a party, and a part of her was actually feeling excited. Most of the dresses on display, however, unfortunately just weren’t suitable, most falling short of her ample figure – except for one hideous exception, a deep emerald green dress that, while it fitted over her curves, did anything but compliment them. She pulled it over her head and took a step back, eyeing herself in the mirror. It was absolutely massive. Honestly, she’d look better if she rocked up to the party wrapped up in a shower curtain.

She was left with only two real options; a tight, revealing black satin piece that glittered and glistened in the light, and a more modest (but still flattering) lacey white dress. As she lifted the black dress up though, she couldn’t help but imagine how it would hug and squeeze over her curves, and just how much of her frame it would display. She would be the centre of attention in a piece like that, more than she already was.

Isn’t that what we want though? To be stared at? To be desired?

A deeply uncomfortable shiver ran over the surface of her skin. No. No we don’t! Seeth thought as she quickly replaced the black dress, settling for the white one. She pulled it on and quickly examined her reflection. Flattering didn’t really do the dress (or her curves) justice, but it did at least fit her properly.

“If anyone makes a joke about me getting married…”

The dress had long floaty sleeves which helped hide the straps of her industrial sports bra, and it wasn’t so short that she had to worry about flashing anybody. Nobody wants to see my dick swinging out between my legs… Although, then again… NOPE. Seeth shook her head furiously. Nope, no they don’t! No nip or dick slips today…

No amount of furious headshakes could quite convince her of that though…

With a shaky sigh, Seeth quickly smoothed herself down, and made her way out of the room. She’d opted to leave her heavy combat boots on – the small selection of heels and sandals V had provided just didn’t fit well at all. Besides, with those tits out on display, who’d even be looking at her feet?

*

The loading bay had been fully adorned in party supplies, colourful balloons and banners draping the walls. The words ‘Thank You Lockblade!’ were stuck to the far wall in bright pink writing. A large silver table in the corner of the room was stocked with various foods and drinks, and was still being added to.

Trent, Venner, Oxyi and Geralt were all sitting near the table in the corner of the room, drinks in hand and an overloaded plate of delicious smelling food by their sides. All four of them had dressed up in honour of Seeth’s successful contracts, sarıyer escort Oxyi in a pretty black slip that complimented her curves, and Venner in a rich red, expensive-looking cocktail dress. Even Geralt had dressed up for the occasion, wearing a smart grey suit and tie to match Trent’s.

Oxyi and Venner were mid-way through an arm wrestle, gripping the table tightly and shaking with tension as the boys cheered them on. The room had a distinct feeling of happiness, hope and thankfulness, something that had been sorely missed over the last few months and was warmly welcomed by all.

A distant thudding vibrated through the room and everybody looked towards the door, anticipating the Controller. However it was Tora that strutted through the door, smirking slightly as a quiet mumble of disappointment, then laughter floated around the room.

“Sorry guys, just me!”

Tora entered the room dressed in her usual style – a black tank-top covered in neon graffiti, and a pair of dark jeans. Her left hand was clutching a keg of beer, her right hand was acting as a platform for none-other than Tivy, who was wearing a flowery apron over her cute little blue dress, and a pair of oven mitts determinedly gripping onto a golden crusted pie, filling the room with its tantalising aroma. Curiously, both of the girls were wearing an identical pair of sunglasses.

“Beer and pie, bitches!” They announced in unison, placing their goods down on the silver table. Their words met with a loud cheer from the room.

“Tiv! You’re just making Tora carry everything if she’s carrying you!” Trent slapped his palm against his forehead.

“Nu-uh! I was carrying the pie!” Tivy protested firmly as Tora lowered her to the floor.

“Yeah, but she was carrying you! Thus, she was carrying you and the pie?” Trent was almost pleading with her to understand, his eyes darting between Tivy and the much taller, much broader demoness.

But Trent had no reason to worry. Tora shot him some finger guns and a grin, apparently more than happy to indulge Tivy in her whimsical demeanour.

“Damn straight!” Tora replied with a nod, followed rapidly by a flourish of her biceps, showing off her muscles to the fox. Tivy glanced up and copied the oni’s motions to the tee, showing significantly less impressive muscles, but all the same attitude nonetheless.

“Come on Tiv, we get more pie and beer to get!”

“Damn straight!” Tivy shot her own finger guns at Trent from behind her sunglasses, before accepting the strider’s hand once more. Tora lifted her into the air and sat her down on her shoulder, the critter flexing the entire time. Some may have found Tivy’s mimicry annoying or even insulting, but Tora appeared out-right delighted by it, her face constantly flickering between a beaming smile and her usual carefree, tough-girl grin.

The pair turned away and made to return to the kitchen. Seeth, who had taken advantage of Tora and Tivy’s appearance to sneak into the room unnoticed, sidled up quietly to her friends in the corner.

“Hey, guys!” She greeted them with a small smile and a shy glance.

The gang turned to greet her, then immediately did a double take as they took in her attire. Their eyes widened, their cheeks blushed with varying shades of pink as their eyes traced along her curves.

“Woah… Seeth, you look… wonderful in white!” Venner finally said, her gaze still firmly fixed on her dress. Both men were utterly smitten, struggling to pick up their slacken jaws as all manner of sexual thoughts ran through their heads. Behind them, Oxyi’s nervous gaze flickered furiously around the room as she contemplated several layers of forbidden feelings, but eventually steeled herself into a clearly-perplexed-but-still-trying smile.

I’m not sure the boys would have survived the black dress, based on that reaction. Seeth thought to herself, pushing down a satisfied smile. Both of the guys did manage to pull themselves together though, after a couple more seconds.

“You look… you look fantastic, Seeth! A-As always, of course! But, you can pull off a dress!” Trent nodded, making a very obvious, desperate attempt to look at her face rather than her body.

“Smooth, Trent.” Geralt laughed, his composure having returned much more abruptly. “You do look great though, Seeth. I bet Diego would love it! He’ll have to see for himself when we get him back.”

A flush of emotions stung the Controller at the mention of Diego’s name, and her eyes turned glassy for a moment.

“Thank you, Geralt. For sure.” She smiled, genuinely.

Curious as to all the commotion behind her, Tora turned around then, lifting her sunglasses up and resting them on her head… and locked eyes with the Controller.

“Jeez, Seeth..! I thought this was just a party, not your wedding!” She laughed, loudly, but the initial shock in her voice at Seeth’s appearance was enough to get the attention of the rest of the room. A sudden silence rippled across the room as everyone levent escort turned, and all eyes landed on her. Seeth stood sheepishly under their gaze, very much aware of the brilliant white dress she was wearing, stretched tightly across her bust and complimenting her curves. Hints of her soft amethystine skin were teased all along it, her broad shoulders but even broader hips filling out her dress in a way that drew the gaze of all.

The silence seemed to stretch on forever… but then, the room filled with cheers.

“LOCKBLADE!” The room shouted in unison, all except Tivy, whose cheer of ‘Seeth!’ quickly got drowned out by the rest of the room. Seeth heard it though, and she couldn’t help but smile.

A warm feeling flushed through the Controller’s chest. Seeing the look in their eyes, the genuine warmth and gratitude, she recognised some of the faces around the room as people she’d rescued from barges. This is what Diego had been guiding her to, it was this feeling.

He was right.

She was capable of far more than just ruining lives. Corruption or not.

For a second, she felt tears welling in the corners of her eyes again, stinging and salty, when she was half-tackled off her feet by Tora, hugging her around the waist and pulling her firmly into the room.

The cheering and laughter blended into one, it was a whirlwind of thank-you’s and freshly cooked pie, she could barely keep up with the nomads and mercs around her, shaking her hand and explaining how she’d rescued them, their families, their children…

There was so much love, warmth, appreciation around her, wrapping around her body like a blanket. It should have been enough to keep the cold, the darkness at bay.

But it wasn’t. The urges did not stop.

They were growing. Despite all the warmth surrounding her, that darkness in her core pulled at the corners of her soul, threatening at any moment to push her over the edge…

She fought with every ounce of strength she had to bury the thoughts, but her body wanted those around her. It had gone unsated for so long and the fresh audience around her was making it all the rapping on her spine all the more forthright. Her very bones creaked as she fought against it, her internal battle dousing the scene in a fuzzy white noise.

She flicked her tongue out for just the briefest of tastes, just a tease. It tasted so deliciously vulnerable and untouched, the room held a bounty of fresh, fuckable bodies, ripe for the taking.

It wasn’t even a question, she knew she wouldn’t give in.

But it was tainting everything.

It always did.

Well… Maybe not everything…

Seeth glanced over at Tora, who hadn’t moved from her side. In fact, her arm was still wrapped around Seeth’s waist, and she was smiling at her.

Maybe not you…

Moments later Seeth was snapped out of her haze as Garnet and V entered the loading bay, Garnet tapping loudly against the side of his tankard with a spoon to get the crows to quieten down.

“Well, howdy folks! Thank y’all for coming on down for our little celebration today! She needs no introduction but could we put our hands together again for our champion, Seeth! We got another round of drinks and food coming, the best pastries on this side of the triad! Please all help yourselves, but leave some for me! Or I’ll toss all your contracts!”

The room erupted into applause and laughter again, but Seeth remained quiet. She stared across the room at V, who must have noticed something was wrong, because she quickly elbowed Garnet in his side, and whispered something in his ear.

“A-hem! Seeth, could you, and maybe Tora, come back with me to fetch more kegs? They’re mighty heavy, and I need the strong girls on the case! My back ain’t what it used to be!”

His words were like water on a raging fire; they did little more than hiss against the flames, but they hissed nonetheless. A break was much needed.

Thank you, V.

Seeth made her way back to the main door with Tora close behind her, and Tivy, who had somehow stayed on Tora’s shoulder as she tackled the Controller. They followed Garnet and V through the crowd, and into the peace of the corridor.

“Saw that look in your eyes, peach. Looked like y’all needed a break.” V said softly.

“Thanks, V. I find crowds… hard sometimes.”

Seeth stopped to catch her breath, staring out through the horizontal glass panel that ran the length of the corridor. It wasn’t a particularly interesting view out there, but the stretching silence and peace of the cosmos out there was infinitely more comforting than the pull of the corruption in here.

“It’s okay hun, take your time.” V nodded, understandingly.

If only you did understand, V.

The cool glass felt refreshing against the palm of her hand. But as her tongue flickered out from between her teeth, tasting the air, the different scents of the food, of the guests, her thoughts riled once again, and her eyes landed on Tora.

She’s a Mark… And she offered, before. Maybe I should take her up on it? I just need some relief.

Tora was immediately beginning to blush under Seeth’s gaze. She reached up for Tivy, to place her down in the floor, but as she raised her arms, her top lifted, and Seeth immediately noticed a peak of a fresh tattoo, nestled over her abs. It almost looked like a fist.

*****

A disgruntled exo-miner realizes that his life has hit a rut. He came to Persei-4 on a mining gig looking for excitement, but all he found upon arrival was a dull, dreary, dead-end job. Craving adventure, he becomes one with nature (more or less) when he meets a native. By the end of the day … he’s a trailblazer.

Author’s note: Months ago I made the decision to pull this story from Literotica, but I’m reversing that decision now, and it will not be made again. It’s here to stay.

Tags: sci fi, science fiction, alien, fur, tail, oral, vaginal, first-person narration, informal narration

*****

“Come work on Persei-4. Explore a new world. Be a trailblazer.”

I should have known it was bullshit. I’m not exploring anything at the bottom of this mine. I’m just sweating my ass off, tearing chunks of yttrium-heavy titanite off the walls.

Ramsey the Trailblazer … it has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

But I’m no fucking trailblazer. Not down here. I’m just another working stiff.

I know what you’re thinking. “Why not just quit? You’re not a slave. If you hate it so much, just leave. Put in your notice, and quit.” Well, it’s not that simple. I signed a contract, and it might as well have been signed in my own blood. I’m here for the full ten months, plain and simple. That starship that brought us here? It’s not leaving the ground, not until the end of the year. I’m in this for the long haul.

I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, but this is one of the worst. Okay, to be fair, I knew this was a mining job going in. Everyone here did. I guess … I guess I just thought it’d be more, too.

But I’m done bitching. It’s the end of my shift, and I’m getting the hell out of here.

I make my way through the main cavern. The guys give me a nod as I pass them by on the scaffolds, and I give them all a nod back. We don’t bother trying to talk — the booming of the plasma picks drowns out everything else. Pop-pop-pop, like gunshots, but more hollow and more ear-shattering. You can work with plasma all your life, but you’ll never get used to the sound. And damn is it loud. I can barely hear my own breath crackling through my respirator.

After ducking under a few breaches in the bedrock, I’m back at the lift, a massive piece of shining-chrome machinery that’s probably worth more than I am. The lift wobbles as I step onto it, enough to make me question the worn sticker on the railing that reads: “6,000 KILOGRAMS.” I press my thumb into the little upwards-pointing arrow and brace myself as the hydraulics kick into gear with a wrenching whine. The lift shoots upwards, quick enough to buckle my knees and make my gut jump. A lesson you learn on your first day: don’t use the lift on a full stomach.

The lift brings me up to ground level in an instant, into a little room walled with plastic sheets, thick enough that you can’t see through. At the front wall stands a circular, mechanical door that protrudes outwards. I pull down the nearby release lever, prompting the door’s airtight seal to suck open, and step outside.

Spend long enough in that mine and it’s like a cold shock coming back topside. Massive, thick-trunked trees soar up hundreds of feet into the air, and the blue sky shines down only through the little cracks in the overhead foliage. The forest is a sea of green: flower-laden bushes and leafy ferns line the side of the path, and the grass is thick and lush beneath me. It’s a different world up here. Down there, in that mine, you get this overwhelming sense of dread and despair. Nothing but rocks, dust, and sweat. But up here? Everything feels alive.

I pluck out my earplugs and put them in my pocket. I press down on the two buttons on each side of my respirator, and it detaches into my hand with a pressurized hiss. I close my eyes and draw a long, deep breath, taking in the scent of the forest.

Fuck. I should’ve been a botanist.

It’s a short trek back to camp, but I take my time, admiring the sights, sounds, and smells of the forest. The bright blues of the flowers, the grass crunching beneath my feet, the scent of honey hanging in the air. I’ve never been much of a ‘nature guy,’ but this place … I don’t know. There’s something about it. I think, at some point in our lives, we all get this sense that we’re bigger than we are, we get caught up in things we think matter but really fucking don’t. I sure as hell have. But when you stand here, in this forest, on this planet, you realize how small you really are. You get humbled. It’s a good feeling. It’s a real feeling.

You’d think I’d be a bit nervous walking alone out here, with just this plasma pick to protect me, but the only animals I’ve seen out here are harmless. Spiderfrogs, four-eyed forest mice, critters like that. And I still haven’t even gotten a glimpse of the local NHO’s, the Near-Human Organisms. Shit, what was their Latin name again? ‘Viridi-caudam’ something. The guys just call them ‘greentails.’ We were showed pictures of them in the seminar. Two güneşli escort legs, two arms, one head, two eyes. Standard humanoid traits. The green fur and the monkey tail, that’s the crazy shit. But, outside of those photos, none of the guys have seen one. The greentails don’t come near the camp or the mine, and I don’t blame them. I don’t want to be here either.

‘Amator!’ That’s the last bit of the Latin. Viridi-caudam amator. No clue what ‘amator’ means, though. Your guess is as good as mine.

A few minutes pass and, sadly, base camp comes into view, a vast, sprawling complex of off-white buildings, all stamped down in a clearing that was carved out of the woodland without any shit given, without the slightest concern for anything and everything that once called this spot their home.

Protocol says to drop the plasma picks off at Engineering right after a shift, but, see, the problem there is that it would postpone my afternoon nap. Not happening.

I make my way to Residential, a section of camp made up of these things called ‘cubbies’ — Mark II AvariCorp Cubbies. Sterile-white, one-floor flats that can fold into a fraction of their full size, making them cheap to ship from one planet to another. But even at full size, they leave a lot to be desired. Just two rooms and one storage closet, and even that’s making them sound bigger than they are. I guess I should probably just be thankful I don’t have a bunkmate … no, that’s bullshit. The Mark II is the cheapest cubby Avari makes. They just didn’t want to shell out a few extra bucks for our comfort. If it doesn’t make you noticeably more productive, it doesn’t get paid for. It’s all about the money. Always has been, always will be. If you thought the discovery of tachyons and faster-than-light travel would change that, well, I’ve got bad news for you.

‘D11,’ that’s my cubby. My ‘home away from home.’ I throw open the door, keep it propped open with one leg, and heave the plasma pick inside. Just for good measure, I kneel by the pick and pop out the fusion cell, a still-warm cube that’s small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. I set the cell up on an empty shelf — a shelf that, were this anyone else’s cubby, would probably have pictures of friends and family. You know, it’s funny … looking at this cubby of mine, you’d probably think nobody lives here. And, I guess, in a way, you’d be right.

I slip off my headlamp and toss it and my respirator aside, but when I turn back to the door, I notice something I didn’t notice earlier. Flecks of dirt mark the floor, making trails from the door, through this room, and into my bedroom. None of that dirt was there when I left this morning. Something’s been in here, recently. I must’ve forgotten to close the damn door all the way shut, and now some fucking woodland critter made a mess out of this place. Lovely.

I step into my bedroom, and fucking hell is it a disaster in here. Something a lot bigger than a forest mouse did this. The drawers of my dresser are all thrown open, and my clothes are strewn about the room. Looking at the mess, a sense of dread strikes when a thought comes to me. My boxers. I dash towards the dresser, fall on my knees, and rifle through the bottom drawer. They’re fucking gone. My lucky boxers are gone.

Yeah, I know, “Lucky boxers?” But hear me out. It’s the real deal. Back on Earth, every single time I went out on the town wearing those things, I got laid. Every single time, two years straight. No joke. That shit had powers, man. And now they’re gone.

Or maybe not. I hear the storage closet’s door swing open in the other room, and a flurry of footsteps follow it. The thief is still here. I shoot up onto my feet and dash out of the room, only to find the closet and front door both swinging on their hinges. I’ve got to stay on their heels. I sprint outside, and look from side to side. Nobody. I look down at the dirt and see another fresh set of prints, leading from the door, off to the side, and down the thin alleyway between my cubby and the next one over. Standing at the alley now, I see the thief’s already out of view. Slippery bastard moves fast. The alley’s a tight fit, but I think if I just strafe … like this … and straighten my shoulders … like this … I can … yes, I’m doing it. I’ve never been more thankful for being a skinny fuck.

Out behind the cubbies now, I catch a glimpse of the thief in the corner of my eye, and see a fleeting image, of … green. Green. That wasn’t one of the guys. This isn’t some dumb prank. That was a native. A greentail.

And I’m going after it.

Now, again, I know what you’re thinking. “Turn around. You’re on a foreign planet. You’re unarmed. Stay in your camp. There’s a thousand different ways you could die out there, most of which are very painful.” I realize all this, I do. But, honestly, this isn’t even about the boxers anymore.

Maybe it’s just the unending monotony of this job, or the monotony of my life in general … but I can’t stop mahmutbey escort myself. I have to go after it. I’m not suicidal. I just … I want to look past the curtain. I want to do something, something crazy, something that’ll shock these dead nerves, start a beat in this cold heart. What kind of life is it where the only things you did were things you knew you’d do?

Even if this’ll be the last thing I ever do … at least I’ll have done something.

I’m dashing through the bush now, keeping my arms up and forward, jamming my eyes shut. I use my hands to ward off the thorns, giving my arms a dozen shallow, bloodless nicks in the process. Fuck, this is thick. I start to think that this bush won’t ever end, that I’ll be swimming in these shrubs for the rest of my life, when suddenly it gives way and I stumble forward, falling on my hands and knees.

I push myself up, back onto my feet, and pluck out the little needle-sharp thorns from my shirt. Fuck that bush. I think I’ll take the long way home when I head back.

I’ve never been in this part of the forest before. There’s no path here. The forest floor is just an ocean of low-standing ferns, and the trees, damn, there’s hundreds of them. Everything just looks the same. I don’t even want to think about how easily I could get lost out here.

I hear a twig snap off to my side. I turn quickly, but I don’t see any movement. I trudge forward through the ferns, raising my feet high with every step, careful not to trip on any roots. Then, another sound, a rustling, just off to my left. I turn again, and, behind a tree, I catch a glimpse of a face just before it ducks back. I saw it. It knows I saw it.

“Hello?” I call out, trying to sound as non-threatening as possible.

A moment passes. A long moment. Then, slowly, it peers out again — no, she peers out. The full lips, the dimples in her furry cheeks, the sloped, button nose, it’s all very feminine, all very … human. But her eyes, those aren’t human, not by a long shot. They’re narrow and bright gold, with slit pupils that go razor-thin when the sun hits them. Tucked behind her pointed, soft-looking ears, I can see her mane of long, gently-blue hair. It’s a bit wiry and frizzy, but there’s not a spot of dirt in it. She’s well-groomed.

She meets my eyes and watches me for a long while, waiting for me to act. But I don’t act. I don’t do anything. I stand where I am, still as a statue, letting her assess the situation at her own pace. Eventually, she puts a hand to the tree just by her face, and gently eases away from it, bringing her whole body to view. She’s got a lean, athletic build to her, and stands a few inches shorter than me, with a flat stomach, toned legs, and a gap between her thighs. Her hair-mane is longer than I thought, too. Thick, unruly locks of blue hair fall far down her shoulders, down to the small of her back. A long, short-haired tail, covered in the same green fur as the rest of her, swishes around behind her. At her waist is a crude leather belt that carries a few pouches, a waterskin, and, surprise surprise, my lucky boxers. But, aside from that belt, she’s as nude as the day as she was born. Her two breasts are perky and well-rounded, not too large, but stunning all the same, with two blue, pointed nipples poking out from beneath her green fur. At her crotch, a thick tuft of fur hides her labia from view.

Doing my best not to stare at her nudity, my eyes are drawn to the pair of boxers hanging over her belt. I raise my arm and point to them. “Those, uh … those are mine,” I mumble meekly.

Her eyes follow my finger down to her waist, to the boxers, and she tugs them out from her belt. For a moment I think she’s going to bring them to me, but instead she just raises them up to her nose and takes a deep whiff. Huh. She likes my scent.

She tucks my boxers back under her belt and starts towards me, slowly, keeping both of her eyes locked to mine. She wades through the woodland brush effortlessly, and a second later she’s standing before me, no more than a foot away. She tilts her head curiously and looks me over, top to bottom. She leans forward and puts her nose just inches from the underside of my chin, and I can feel her shallow breaths against my neck as she takes in my scent.

“Nice to meet you too,” I laugh awkwardly. “The name’s Ramsey.”

She ignores me. No surprise there.

“What about you?” I ask her as she puts a hand to my chin. “You got a name?”

She doesn’t answer. She’s too busy smelling and petting me, nuzzling my chin with her hand, gently raking her fingers over my scruffy stubble. She likes the feel of it. I knew it would pay off not to shave.

If she doesn’t have a name, I’ll have to give her one, for both our sakes. She deserves me calling her something other than ‘sexy green-furred alien woman.’ But where to start? Let’s use the Latin. “What about Viri?'” I ask. “What do you think of that?” Again, she doesn’t answer me. ‘Viri’ it is.

I jolt in shock arnavutköy escort when Viri puts a hand to my crotch, getting a good feel of my bursting erection, leaving no mistake to her as to how hard I am. Did I forget to mention I was hard? Yeah, it’s kind of difficult not to be. Viri peers up at me, her lips widening into a toothy smirk, baring her teeth. She’s got about twice as many fanged teeth as I do, and they look quite a bit sharper than mine. With her hand on my bulge, I can’t decide if that devilish grin of hers is unsettling or arousing. I’m going with both.

Viri breaks away from me and snatches one of the pouches from her belt. She reaches two fingers into it and takes out a pinch of what looks to be a fine, pink powder. She throws back her head and pours the powder onto her tongue.

“What’s that? Is that, like, candy or—”

Viri grabs me and pulls me into her, putting her lips to mine, taking me into an open kiss. She pushes her tongue into my mouth, and right away, I notice the barbs on it. Hundreds of soft, short little needles on the flat of her blue tongue. Viri wrestles my tongue down with hers, lapping at it, battering it aggressively, until both our tongues are layered with that powder.

When she’s finished, she draws back, just as quick as she threw herself at me, and she studies me, looking for some reaction out of me. I smack my lips a bit as the taste of the powder sinks it. It’s overwhelmingly sweet, like some sort of powdered syrup. It dissolves on my tongue after just a few seconds, but the taste still holds. It wasn’t half bad. Viri’s one hell of a kisser too, and that’s got to be the first time I’ve had candy tongued into my mouth. Hopefully it won’t be the last.

An ice-cold shiver shoots up my back, tensing my shoulders. Then comes a gentle warmth, a wave of euphoria that has my eyes drooping, until another electric current rushing up my spine snaps them wide open.

Oh, fuck. That stuff wasn’t candy.

The colors are changing. The green of the ferns and grass shift to a bright pink, to a neon purple, and back to green again. The gold of Viri’s eyes shift to a rosy red, to a warm orange, and then back to gold. The wind was wisping the leaves of the trees one way, but now I could swear they’re moving the other. Now, I’ve been real fucked up before, don’t get me wrong, but this … this is something else. My breath is unsteady, the hairs of my neck are standing on end, the corners of my vision are blurring, and the world is spinning, and spinning, and spinning.

I’m on the ground. I don’t even remember falling. Viri’s grabbing my wrists, pulling me up by my arms. She puts me up on my feet, but they’re numb, and I start falling again. Viri catches me before I drop, and she raises me up again, leaning me against her shoulder. She’s a lot stronger than she looks. She keeps me upright and walks us through the woodland, in the opposite direction of camp. I don’t put much thought into where we’re going — not that I could if I wanted to. And, shit, as long as Viri and I are going there together, I don’t care where ‘there’ is.

I slip my hand from her shoulder down to her tight ass, and give her cheeks a few good squeezes. Judging by the way her tail wraps gently around my groping arm, Viri doesn’t seem to mind.

We’re standing at the foot of an immensely thick tree now, at the base of a series of wooden planks driven into the trunk that form a spiral staircase. Viri ushers me up the steps one foot at a time, slow and easy, careful not to let me fall. A hundred steps later — or maybe a thousand, I’m not counting — we’ve ascended partway up to the top, and she takes me in through a crevice, a thin doorway, into a spacious hollow in the tree. Her home. It must’ve taken her years to carve this out. Or maybe her ancestors did it. I don’t fucking know. My mind feels like a swamp, with every thought lurching back and forth in a slogging crawl.

Viri eases me down on a thick bed leaves, down onto my back. She doesn’t waste any time. She grabs my shirt and pulls it off first, then, smartly, she unfastens my belt before then tugging down my pants. My dick flops free, standing hard and stiff like a flagpole. Viri’s quick to slip off her own belt and throw it aside, not that it made her any less nude to begin with. She gets down on her knees beside me, tail swishing happily behind her, and puts a soft, furry hand around the base of my cock. She wets her lips and shoots me a quick, lustful glare before leaning down. She stops just over the tip, and sighs a hot breath over my prick.

On cue, a thick, clear dollop of precum leaks from the slit of my cock, and Viri’s eyes light up at the sight of it. She laps it up with one long lick, brushing the soft barbs of her tongue along my crown, making me shiver and clench. She rears back and smacks her lips a few times, savoring my foreign taste. Then, she drools a long, thick strand of spit over my cock, and sinks back down. She pushes her puckered lips just past the head, suckling it tightly. She tickles the slit of my crown with her tongue, drawing a gasp from me as she tries to take my seed straight from the tap. Viri puts a tender hand to my balls and cradles them, kneading them gently, coaxing out a few more drops of pre, which she slurps up happily. She’s bobbing her head down my whole length now, slobbering over my prick from base to tip.

Gateway 5 — Kesrin — The Sapphire Well

It was still early morning when he reached the Sapphire Well. Dry, as usual, in the summer heat. Deserted, too, also as usual, which was why he’d chosen it. The ring stood there, mysterious, unknown, made of some substance beyond the knowledge of man or mage. Untouched by time, unchanged in his lifetime, and Sanzar was in his seventh decade. The stuff of myth and legend in Prince Alnar’s realm, impervious to anything man-made.

He eased himself from the saddle, wincing, for he did little riding now, and hitched the gelding to the ring beside the empty bowl. He unslung the water-skin from behind the saddle and poured some into the bowl for the horse to drink, patting its neck as it bent to the water.

Sanzar reached into the saddle-bag and took out the artefact, then made his way towards the ring. He looked down at the object in his hand, then at the ring, at the small offset panel at about a man’s chest height. The object was the same size and shape as the depression in the panel. He fought the sefaköy escort rising excitement and the conviction that, at last, he’d found the key. He forced himself to step away and consider. The ring was as it always had been. A ring. Big enough for three men to ride through abreast, slender enough for a man – a boy, even – to step through without touching it. Many had, usually in the wet season when the Sapphire Well held water instead of sand. Now, in the dry heat of summer, no-one came. Which was, of course, why he’d chosen to come now. If he made a fool of himself, he preferred to do it without witnesses.

He moved away from the ring and sat down, thinking. The old tales that men told of the ring were of magic and mystery, of a gateway to the stars. To a mage as skilled and experienced as Sanzar, tales of magic were scorned, for his tests had revealed no magic, active or inert, in the ring or its surroundings. Nor was there any evidence in the artefact he’d found after slow and careful searching florya escort through the archives, once Prince Alnar had been persuaded to give him access. That too showed no trace of magic.

His latest invention was in his saddlebag, and he withdrew it. Simple, a box, with a glass lens on one side. The other side detachable, with the facility to attach a photo-sensitive plate, for Sanzar had discovered how to record images. Slightly fuzzy images, true, but recognisable as what they were. He reached into the saddle bag again, and took out a recording plate, setting it ready for use. From behind the saddle he took a metal trivet, usually used to suspend a cooking pot over a fire, which he’d modified to support his image recorder. He set it before the ring, about ten paces away, knowing that would be far enough for his device to record an image of the whole ring, and mounted the recorder in place, testing that it was mounted firmly.

Now for the ring, now to see if his suspicions were atakent escort correct, to see if the — artefact — would have any effect. He pushed it into the matching recess, holding his breath.

Nothing.

He stared at it for a moment, disappointed more than he’d expected, but then cursed himself for a fool. If it was a key, then he should try to operate it like a key. He should turn it. He reached out a hand that, despite his will, trembled a little and turned the artefact to the right, holding his breath. A hum, felt more than heard, came from the ring and he began to smile, then gasped aloud, staggering back, dumbfounded, staring at the ring before him.

Where before there had only been a view of the desert floor beyond the ring, now there was a new image. Gone was the sun-scorched desert of mid-morning; gone was the continuity of the surroundings; gone indeed was his normally calm demeanour, for he felt an excitement swelling in him. Could the stories be true? Was this a link to far places? Surely it must be, because no longer did the ring show the desert. No more, for what Sanzar could see now in the mid-morning desert sunshine was no desert. It was instead the velvet black of a moonless night, and the image before him showed countless stars.

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Only a short piece, this time, but it sets the scene ready for the actions of the Andromeda team.

When someone drops off a mysterious mirror at Lena’s home, she ends up getting fucked by a futa version of herself!

Contains: Human x Human Futa, Mirror-Futa-Doppelganger, Excessive Semen, Throatfucking, Huge Tits, Huge Cock (36+ inches), Hotdogging, Doggystyle, Semi-Public Sex, Cum Bloating, Fucked Silly, Endless Orgasms, Huge Balls

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“So, uh, what’s in the box, Lena?”

Lena Trueshield stood before the great wooden box, scratching her head as she looked down at the card that had come with it. Next to the box stood her neighbor, the ever-nosy high elf, Rila. Lena knew that the woman’s true elven name was far longer than that, with thrice the syllables. A very fancy name, that Lena had forgotten immediately after learning it. And so, she’d taken to simply calling her Rila.

She also knew that Rila was approximately five and a half feet tall. The box was nearly twice that height.

I hope you find this gift to be a comfort in times of need.

– A friend

“I’m not sure… I don’t think I ordered anything…”

It wouldn’t have been the first time the paladin had drunkenly ordered something from a wandering gnome merchant, only for it to arrive weeks later with her having no recollection of the purchase. Hungover and broke were frequent qualifiers of Lena Trueshield.

“Well, your name’s on it,” the high elf pointed out. “Need help opening it?” Rila asked, excitement sparkling in her glowing blue eyes.

Lena offered the elf an amused, sideways glance, chuckling. The elf could have said “I’m going to help you open it” and the intent would have been the same.

“Of course, but you’ve got to help me carry it upstairs,” Lena said. Every day was like Winter’s Veil for the paladin and her friend whenever something new fell upon her doorstep.

Rila was nosy and had an undue interest in the affairs of others, but somehow, she managed to avoid the rudeness that often came with such traits. She had helped the paladin move in when she had first arrived, and often liked to remind Lena of that fact, despite the other fact that Lena had arrived in Stormwind with but a single box of personal belongings to her name.

Whatever was in the box was heavy enough that, by the time the two had carried it up the steps and into Lena’s apartment, they were both covered in a fine layer of sweat and Lena could feel her white blouse clinging to the curves of her breasts like a second skin.

It was Rila’s turn to offer the blonde paladin a glance. A glance which soon became a stare. The elf’s hungry eyes were quite nearly boring holes into the human’s chest.

Lena was used to stares. Her tits were, to put it mildly, absurdly large. Two overgrown, pumpkin-sized knockers that drew stares and whispers alike. Twin peaks of soft, jiggling abundance that even the heaviest of plate armor could not conceal. Their sheer enormity made combat difficult at times, she had come to accept. The necromancer that had cursed her had placed upon her chest the ability to absorb certain magical effects. Luckily for her, she had managed to get rid of the curse. Not-so-luckily, the growth imparted by the curse had left her permanently enlarged in the titty department.

And so, Rila’s stares were not an uncommon thing, especially since she had taken to bralessness. Given the price demanded for such garments, she thought it preferable to simply endure her friend’s stares. The elf was a titfiend, a bust-obsessed pervert. She would stare at any woman passing through the streets with more than an inch of cleavage showing. Lena knew that was part of the reason why the raven-haired elf had taken such an interest in her.

But she didn’t mind, really. Everyone had their faults, and Lena expected that the robed elf had enough faults for herself and then some.

“Right, the box,” Lena said, dispelling the half-silence of their labored breathing. She reached for her sword and placed it against the box, slipping its tip between two planks. The weapon was, of course, better suited for slaying undead and demonic foes, but it had other practical uses as well.

Lena groaned as she pushed against the sword, holding it horizontal as one hand gripped its hilt and the other pushed against the flat of the blade. The planks creaked and nails soon came undone, flying every which way.

Rila ducked out of the way of one errant piece of metal and then watched the box slowly come apart with such amazement that there might have been a dragon’s hoard within and her face would not have changed.

The box finally came undone, and the two women began digging through the dense packing straw, looking for whatever treasure might lay beneath. They did not, however, expect that there would be a full, ten-foot-tall full-length mirror within.

Framed in rich mahogany, the beautiful, ornate mirror left the two women confused, rather than amazed.

“Looks… expensive,” Rila bahçeşehir escort finally managed after a minute or two of staring at the thing.

Lena got on her knees at the base of the thing, searching through the piles of straw. “I don’t even see a bill or anything in here,” she groaned, moving straw from around the base of it the mirror was fully revealed to them.

The paladin’s brow furrowed at the inscription written on a gold plaque at the bottom of the mirror.

The Mirror of Atuf grants your reflection that which you desire most.

“Huh, I think I recall seeing something similar at the mage’s school of Dalaran,” Rila pondered, eyeing the thing. “Been a while, though,” she laughed, giving a shrug.

Lena brushed some straw from herself. “I didn’t know you studied in Dalaran. What do you think it does?”

“Oh, yes. I pondered many spheres,” Rila replied. The elf cupped her chin, eyes drifting in thought, as if trying to avoid any further discussion on her activities while in the City of Mages. “As for what this thing does… I can probably go ask around. Magical mirrors are usually portals or scrying devices. So… uh… consider covering the thing with a tarp.”

“You can block portals with a tarp?” Lena asked, raising her eyebrows.

Rila shook her head. “Oh, not every portal, no. But putting something over a mirror usually blocks its effects. Here, this should do the trick,” she said, grabbing hold of a large blanket on a nearby couch, tossing it over the mirror. “Thing might be valuable, and if you did pay for it, then I’d avoid destroying it outright.”

Worry and curiosity in equal parts were gnawing at Lena as she stared at the tall, linen-covered mirror. “So, you’ll be back soon, then?” she asked Rila.

The elf shook her head, black tresses swinging about as she did so. “Oh, I’ll have to see if the mages in the portal room will allow me through. If they do, they-“

“I thought you studied in Dalaran? Don’t mages have the ability to make their own portals?” the paladin asked, blinking.

“Well, I definitely could do that if I was a mage. Alas, I only studied in Dalaran.”

Slippery as Rila was being, Lena didn’t press the question further. “Fine. Just don’t take too long. This thing might be able to do more than just spy on me.”

The high elf stared at Lena for a few seconds. “Hah, as if.”

And with that, the elf had turned and slipped out of Lena’s apartment, leaving Lena alone with the tall, foreboding mirror. Even covered, the thing sent shivers down Lena’s spine.

She allowed herself to fall down on the nearby couch, keeping an eye on the mirror. Everything was still and silent, save for the distant sounds of a bustling Stormwind.

Moments passed before she saw it: the cloth moved. There was no wind to do so, and yet, she could see something tugging slightly at the edge of the mirror. A gasp left Lena’s lips as she stood, reaching for her blade. “Who-?”

The movement stopped as soon as she spoke, and she yanked the cloth from the mirror, finding only her own reflection, staring back at her. She took a step towards it and saw its lips curl into a grin. Thinking it might be some trick of the light, the paladin simply shook her head to see her own face, with her own expression. “What in the Light…?” she whispered, reaching forward to touch the surface.

Nothing came of it. No portal took her. No demons came crawling out of it.

I really need more sleep, she thought, eyeing her window, where the midday sun could still be seen shining through. I do suppose an afternoon nap might do me some good after all…

With a yawn, the buxom paladin turned to her room, its door leading right to the living room where stood the mirror. And yet, as she walked, overgrown melons bouncing with every footfall, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching her.

Glancing over her shoulder, she could only see her own reflection. She couldn’t help but smirk as she watched her large, round rear sway slightly, its abundance straining against her brown linen britches.

Chuckling to herself, she threw off her clothes and fell into her bed, its softness taking her.

When at last she opened her eyes, her apartment was completely dark. Only the soft light of the moon filtered in through her curtains. How long have I been asleep? she wondered groggily. She loved naps. She hated long naps. Longer naps tended to leave her feeling more tired than refreshed.

Slowly, she rose, muscles straining against the weight of her obscenely overgrown bosom. She scratched her stomach, having to slip her hand beneath her breasts to do so. It signaled its emptiness with a hungry rumbling. “Ugh…” she groaned, eyes adjusting to the darkness as she walked out of the room, only to come face to face with her own reflection in the mirror.

Hello, you, a voice came, causing Lena yenibosna escort to jump in surprise. Or, perhaps I should have said ‘hello, me’ it came again, resonating within her mind.

The blonde paladin shook her head, eyes going wide. She had to be asleep, still. Rila had told her that there were two possibilities, a portal or a scrying device. But what if she’d been wrong?

You aren’t sleeping came a voice. A recognizable voice. Her own voice, her inner voice. You are awake. Wide awake. Staring at yourself.

Lena’s eyes wandered down her own nude form in the mirror, down the gigantic slope of her breasts, to what small part of her toned stomach she could see, to… She quite nearly fainted, hands immediately darting to her crotch. She found nothing there, save for her own female genitals. Yet, the mirror showed a Lena with a gigantic, flaccid prick. Fat and heavy looking, it hung down to her reflection’s knees, even in its limp state.

Not only was the cock itself enormous, but behind it hung a pair of melon-sized balls. Hanging ponderous behind the elephantine meat-hammer, they seemed full with the promise of their load.

“Is this some sort of prank?” she dared ask aloud.

“Nothing of the sort,” her reflection replied. She could see its lips moving independent of her own.

A twinge of curiosity, of desire, brought along a stirring in Lena’s loins as she eyed the behemoth hanging between her reflection’s legs. That spark had lit a small fire in her lower stomach, and her tentative fingers reached out towards the mirror’s surface.

There came no resistance. Where her fingers should have met cold surface of the mirror, her hand instead plunged into it, as if reaching into still water.

A sudden panic seized her and she withdrew her hand, looking up at her mirror-self.

“Is something the matter?” the reflection asked her, its hand slowly moving to its titanic, vascular beast of a cock, fingers gingerly caressing its surface.

Lena furrowed her brow, feeling her desire welling within her. “I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t cross. I want to… but I know I’ll be trapped with you.”

Mirror Lena shook her head, chuckling softly. “You don’t have to cross into the mirror. You won’t get pulled into it, either. This isn’t some trick by a foe of yours to get rid of you. Believe me.”

Somehow, Lena knew she was right. She could feel herself linked to the thing in the mirror. To her mirror-self. “But who sent you…?” she asked, fighting the urge to grab the enormous prick beyond the mirror, that behemoth slowly rising as it grew from her own touch.

“I am under no obligation to tell you, dear. Why ruin the mystery, the fun of it all? I can tell you, however, that I am no enemy, no creature of destruction. The mirror that has spawned me was not sent by anyone wishing you harm.”

Lena’s eyes were laser-focused on the fattening slab of meat between her reflection’s legs, the gigantic thing slowly gaining in size with every lurching throb. Its pulses, visible even from such a distance, were almost hypnotic, synchronous as they were with the paladin’s own heartbeat. The sight of it was enough to set the woman’s lusts ablaze, and she sought the absurdly overgrown fuckpillar with eager fingers.

The heat of it, the sheer, absurd size of that meaty monolith quite nearly sent Lena reeling. And yet, she could feel it, the mirror’s surface a portal between two identical worlds. Her fingertips were upon the thing, and she knew it to be a real cock, not some illusion created to ensnare her.

As a paladin, Lena could feel when something or someone was tainted by negative energies. Typically, these were undead or demonic in nature. And yet, she felt no such evil emanating from the creature on the other side of the mirror or from the mirror itself.

Tentatively, her fingertips ran along the behemoth’s veins, tracing along those thick, pumping tubes that ran along it like so many rivers across a continent. Her mouth slowly opened, awed and enthralled by the size and heft of it.

Through it all, her mirror self smirked, enjoying the reverent way with which Lena’s fingers moved. Her smirk only widened when Lena brought a second hand to it, caressing and fondling the heavy, mind-bogglingly gigantic she-cock.

It soon grew and grew, to a point where its angled length began pushing out of the mirror itself. Excitement surged through the woman’s entire being at the thought that this being was not confined to the mirror. “Fuck…” she groaned, biting her lower lip as both her hands now caressed the fat, bulging veins that ran along the leviathan’s length. Its heat was such that hot coals might have been cooler, she thought.

Soon, her hands tried to wrap around the thing and while her thumbs managed to touch at the top of the enormous prick, she would have needed an extra pair of hands to truly grasp the monstrous girth of kayaşehir escort that throbbing sledgehammer of a cock. With girth that defied comprehension and length seemingly unending, Lena had never felt so near the divine as she did now.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” cooed the reflection, a smile dancing on her lips. “You’re to thank for this, you know. If you weren’t such a desperate, cock-addicted pervert, then I wouldn’t be nearly as endowed, or maybe I wouldn’t even exist. It takes a special kind of deviancy to actually get this mirror to work. Most people only see their regular reflections.”

As she spoke, Lena nodded slowly. Her hands gently began stroking the thing’s cock, feeling it harden, growing fatter and hotter under her touch. She wondered if a thing of such a size could ever truly reach full hardness, given the gallons of blood likely required to even achieve its current state.

A dull, desirous ache between her legs compelled her, and she slowly sunk to her knees, hands still upon the pale goliath.

“Hold on, hold on,” the reflection said, placing a hand under Lena’s arm to keep her from simply falling to her knees in reverence of her turgid monster-prick. “I want to leave this mirror for a while. Don’t worry, I won’t kill you and take your place, if that’s what you’re worried about. You stop existing, I stop existing, and I can’t exist outside the mirror’s line of sight. Magic’s weird like that, sometimes. There’s rules to follow.”

Lena blinked and nodded.

“Stricken dumb by dick, huh?” teased Mirror-Lena, laughing softly. “Wait until we get to the real fun.”

The paladin found herself unable to respond in any meaningful capacity as the mirror-thing stepped out of the mirror. Out into the world, onto Azeroth. She gulped, gaze briefly torn from the bobbing behemoth to look up at her mirror-self, barely even able to see the creature’s face, given the size of her tits.

From such a vantage point, her breasts appeared even larger than they knew them to be. Perspective was an odd thing.

And yet, though her eyes wandered for a few moments longer the slopes of those great, pale tits, it was the mirror being’s colossal fucktube that commanded the bulk of her attention. She watched from the thing’s glistening head slowly ooze a hefty dollop of precum, the clear liquid falling with a loud SPLAT to the ground.

When at last Mirror-Lena stepped out into the world fully, she stood behind Lena for a moment, and her titanic pillar of she-meat hung almost menacingly over the woman’s shoulder. Though Lena could no longer see either herself or the other being in the mirror, she could see how that throbbing enormity, hanging down at a forty-five-degree angle, extended quite nearly a foot and a half beyond her shoulder.

It would have needed at least another foot’s length to reach the “end” of her breasts, as those mountainous mammaries extended quite nearly two feet in front of her at all times.

A shudder of excitement ran through Lena’s spine at the sight of such a glorious battering ram of a dick. From the corner of her eye, she could see the creature lifting that vascular meat-bat before letting it drop, the thing slapping against Lena’s gigantic breast with a heavy, pussy-drenching SLAP!

The thing was heavy, and the impact sent wobbling ripples through Lena’s huge pale udders. A splattering of precum left a glistening mark on that breast.

“You know, I could tittyfuck myself… But I think I’d rather allow you the honors of taking this thing on its maiden voyage,” the mirror-being said before she hefted her towering spear up and over Lena’s head, slapping the woman’s other breast, splattering another generous helping of pre onto that other melon.

Lena gasped, the impact causing another tittyquake as waves of flesh were sent rippling outwards. Anticipation burned at her nerves and she slowly shuffled about, turning towards the source of that impact. She looked up, eyes meeting (over an incredible expanse of titflesh) the eyes of her mirror-self, and the being’s lips curled into a smirk.

“On your back,” it commanded.

Lena obeyed, wordlessly falling onto her back.

As she did so, her gigantic, pale udders wobbled and shifted, flattening somewhat like gravity. The ultra-busty blonde lifted her arms slightly to push those fat knockers up together, squeezing them somewhat and creating a perfect lake of soft titmeat.

Mirror-Lena licked her lips slowly at the sight, eyes focused on Lena’s nipples, fat like two ripe cherries at the centre of the dinner plates that were her areolae. Without a moment’s hesitation, the creature straddled Lena’s waist, slamming her goliath fuckpillar down between those great, wobbling masses. As she did so, she made sure to smear copious amounts of that abundant precum, rubbing the clear liquid into the soft valley created by her counterpart’s titflesh.

Lena bit her lower lip, desire now raging in her loins like a feral monster wishing only for release.

With Lena’s tits properly lubricated, the supremely hung doppelganger began sawing her fat slab of she-meat between them. Though Lena’s tits easily covered her torso from hip to collarbone, the reflection’s giant cock had no issue pushing its way through them completely.

Theresa

Theresa purred as she stirred from her sleep, getting her bearings and becoming accustomed to the constant tingle her body felt ever since the panties claimed her.

She looked over at Jenny. Her friend was asleep, but it looked like she had woken up at some point in the night to play with herself. A wet circle within the sheets of the bed surrounded her crotch, and her hand was resting right over her clit.

Theresa bent over and lightly kissed her friend on the lips before getting dressed and silently slipping out.

By now, she had started to figure the panties out. While they kept her body tingling, sensitive, and craving pleasure nearly constantly, Theresa had some control over when they would ravage her senses and her body. Attempting to pull them down is what started the process, and the panties would not finish their job until she came so hard and so intensely that her body wanted nothing except to fall into a deep sleep after. She could maintain a somewhat normal day-to-day life and they would not reduce her to a withering, moaning mass without her express command to do so.

They also seemed to be sanitary, for lack of a better word. While they would become soaked every time she commanded them to please her, they would become clean and dry immediately upon her waking up. The panties did seem to enjoy piss play during these Theresa-pleasing episodes, but she strangely found a complete absence of the need to use the bathroom while living her day-to-day life.

As she rounded the corner and walked up the stairs to her apartment, she noticed a small box on her porch. She picked it up, and it was the same box that she saw on Jenny’s table last night.

She opened it and within it was a new pair – a lacey, white thong that was sheer and see-thru. It almost exactly matched another pair that she kept in her drawer. Also within the box was a small white envelope.

She opened the envelope and read the short message to herself.

“Theresa, congratulations. While multiple subjects have been fitted and claimed by the experimental device you now wear as well, you have been the only one who has chosen to go out and claim somebody else! We are extremely appreciative of your efforts in successfully pulling Jenny into this program.

With that said, however, we have realized you can be of great use to us. Your task is to fit this white thong onto somebody else, but we have some specifics. This person must be somebody who holds authority over you. For your purposes, a professor or boss will probably be the best place to start.

You will have 48 hours to complete this task. If you are successful, we will be in touch again with further instructions. If you fail, however, an unpleasant sentence awaits you.

The gift of the device is that it can pleasure you on a level that no existing toy or human on this planet can match, or even come particularly close to matching.

However, the device can do much more than that.

The device can also become a very cruel tease, becoming a chasity device that no key can unlock.

But it doesn’t stop there.

If you are sentenced to a period of chasity for failing at your task, you will be edged for the entirety of it.

You will experience a desperation for release that, at this moment, your mind and body cannot even begin to comprehend. Early testing results of this chastity feature have been, to be frank, wildly successful. We have never seen a test subject reduced to a sobbing, screaming, feral being desperate to cum quite like this.

Additionally, you may not activate your panties again until your task is completed. Activating them beforehand will also result in a period of chastity.

We wish you the best of luck in your seductive endeavors!”

Theresa felt a pit at the bottom of her stomach as she read and re-read the letter.

“Forced chastity and edging? How bad can this be?”She thought to herself. Yet, the letter did not mince words – whatever the panties did to the test subject sounded nothing short of torture.

And the other part.. She had to fit them to her boss? How? There was absolutely no way to go about this without destroying her career, and her boss Sarah was a distant, aloof, coldly professional woman. Breaking through to her and claiming her was an impossible task. This was not her warm, bubbly best friend who was relatively easily seduced into wearing the panties.

Theresa had no idea what to do, but she needed to come up with an idea fast.

But, if she was being used in somebody else’s game, surely it would be fair to use Jenny in her own.

She tossed the white thong into her drawer for the time being, and began to formulate a plan.

Jenny

Jenny stirred as she felt Theresa’s lips touch hers, and she began to exit her deep slumber and return to reality.

As her vision came back to her, she saw Theresa slip out the door. Jenny called out to her, but wasn’t fully conscious enough for Theresa to be able to hear.

She giggled as she looked bakırköy escort down at her panties, enjoying the tingling sensations as they rolled from her clit across her body.

The memory of last night came flooding back to her, and she went back to Theresa grinding on her face as the two best friends experienced an otherworldly orgasm together.

She thought back to the kiss Theresa gave her, and felt butterflies in her lower stomach as she remembered how good her friend’s lips felt on her own.

She remembered how gorgeous Theresa was in just her black thong, and how in the course of an evening, Jenny’s view of Theresa shifted from her best friend all the way through college to a goddess who made her feel sensations she never thought she needed.

For Jenny, the panties had an unintended effect: Her feelings for Theresa blossomed as she saw her no longer as a platonic friend, but a woman she craved.

She needed Theresa. She needed to experience last night with her again.

She needed to find a way to take off the panties and truly feel her best friend’s cunt.

She reached for her phone as her heart fluttered, and she sent Theresa a text she’d never thought she’d send her friend.

“Hey! I’m thinking about you a ton after last night. Please let me know if you’d like to do this again”.

She hit send and leaned back on the bed, closing her eyes.

She imagined Theresa seducing her all over again, and pulled on the panties to activate the device.

The familiar mix of moans and screams erupted from her as the device came to life.

Sarah

A bemused Sarah walked into the office Monday morning, dreading yet another day of dealing with the intern.

The best way to describe Sarah would be optimally attractive in every sense of the word.

She stood at a lean 6 feet, towering over nearly everyone that worked at the marketing agency. She had sparkling blue eyes that prolonged contact with would fold any man (and some women), and her dirty blonde hair was cut just below her shoulder.

While she was in her mid 30s, she could pass for somebody several years younger. She had been a multi-sport athlete in her younger days, and the extremely rigorous fitness standards she held herself to still followed her. Her calves and quads were beautifully toned, and they propped up an absolutely perfect ass – muscular, but not unusually large. The flowing, athletic body continued up her abdomen and through her arms, completing the look of a gymnast. If a government intelligence agency were to create the perfect seductress in a lab to complete a mission against a rival, they would look strikingly similar to Sarah.

And Sarah knew this. Her flirtation skills were unmatched, and she regularly knew just what to say to get whatever favors were needed to position herself to move through the corporate ranks at a blistering pace. A gaze here and a lip bite there were valuable tools to melt any male superior, and her history of performance in every role she had been in would quickly silence anyone who claimed she only got to where she is because of her looks.

She was a racehorse of a woman, both mentally and physically.

However, Theresa was a pain in her ass.

In Sarah’s quest to rise to the top of the marketing agency, Theresa had been stuck on her as a young graduate school intern. Her boss, a department VP, thought it would be a great idea for Theresa to learn under the powerhouse that was Sarah.

Sarah protested initially, but realized that this was going to be of no use if she wanted to get to where she wanted to be. She needed to take Theresa in and show her how to excel if she were to have any hope of taking the next step.

And Theresa, while she certainly wasn’t unintelligent, was no match for Sarah’s ability.

Day after day presented eye rolling questions from Theresa, the most basic of mistakes, and an overall slowness that constantly slowed Sarah down and brought every project they worked on together to a crawl.

Not only that, but Theresa for several days now had been acting weird. She seemed to be in a slight daze often, and Sarah could hear her whimpering or moaning under her breath constantly. She wasn’t sure what was up, but it was annoying as hell when she was trying to work in silence.

Theresa was also usually late, so it came as a surprise this morning when Sarah walked in and saw Theresa already intently working.

“You’re early”, Sarah said with a tone of minor surprise.

Theresa looked up from her laptop and locked her chestnut brown eyes onto Sarah’s blue ones.

“Oh.. hey Sarah.. Yeah, I was up super early and just decided to come in ahead of schedule”, she said with a slight grin.

“Gotcha. Well, obviously you have the client deck so keep working on that.”

Sarah turned and walked to her office.

“She’s usually shy and not able to hold eye contact.. Weird”, Sarah thought to herself. She dismissed the thought.

Theresa and Sarah şirinevler escort settled into work for the day, and Sarah noticed through her office door that Theresa was intently focused on their client deck. So focused, in fact, that something else became apparent and Sarah didn’t know what to do with this new observation.

Instead of Theresa falling desperately behind on her tasks, Sarah couldn’t keep up with Theresa.

Theresa blew through client deck after client deck, finishing 3 presentations by the time the day was beginning to come to a close. Sarah, on the other hand, was struggling to finish her second.”

“Hey.. I want to take you to drinks”, Theresa chimed up as the clock hit 5.

“Oh.. okay? Where would you like to go?” A surprised Sarah asked. They had never at any point shown any inclination of friendliness towards each other outside of a standard boss-subordinate workplace relationship, and Sarah still to this point couldn’t stand Theresa.

But, Theresa had been incredibly efficient today, and something about her body language and confidence was causing Sarah to stir on a still subconscious level.

“What the hell.. Why not”, Sarah thought to herself.

Theresa suggested a bar that, to Sarah, was unknown.

To Theresa, it was where she claimed Jenny.

They left for the day and went to get a drink.

As they settled into the familiar corner booth, they drank in silence for a couple of minutes before the alcohol kicked in and helped alleviate some of the awkward jitters the two had.

“Sarah.. I have to ask, how do you look like that? To say you look incredible is an understatement.”

“Wow.. you’re forward!” Sarah laughed, finally beginning to thaw towards her intern.

“I went to college on a gymnastics scholarship, and that carried me all the way through. Once I graduated and got too old for gymnastics I started playing tennis and lifting weights in my free time.”

“Well I’m sure your man feels very lucky to have you each day!” Theresa quipped.

“Me? Oh goodness no.. I cannot stand dating. It’s a waste to me and I like just being by myself and working out. I mean I’ve had no shortage of people attempt to get me on a date, but unless I’m feeling like a free meal, I always decline”

Theresa giggled while she stared into Sarah’s ice blue eyes, and Sarah felt herself blush slightly. It had, after all, been a while since she had sincere attention like this as she recused herself from dating or even much socializing.

“Who is this woman?” Sarah thought to herself. The bumbling, awkward, shy Theresa at work was a completely changed person with a drink in her system, and Sarah found this new version of her intern a magnetic personality to be around.

“What about you? What’s your love life like?” Sarah asked.

“Oh, me? It’s.. difficult to explain”, Theresa purred, as she clearly was enjoying the thought going through her mind.

Sarah looked at her, intrigued.

“Really? How so?” Sarah quipped.

“It’s.. not something appropriate to tell my boss”, Theresa responded with a sly grin.

Sarah quietly sighed to herself. Theresa was right, questions like that were inappropriate in the context of their relationship. However, she couldn’t help but feel a bubbling intrigue by Theresa’s non-answer.

Theresa quickly changed the subject to work before awkwardness set in. As the evening wore on, they talked at length about their projects, their career ambitions, and how they could better work together, quickly moving on from the ever so slight sexual tension the earlier talk introduced.

Eventually, Sarah began to get tired and declared it was time for her to head home.

She grabbed her purse and said goodbye, getting up to leave.

“Wait!” Theresa said, reaching out and lightly resting her hand on top of Sarah’s.

Sarah turned back towards Theresa, and Theresa’s big brown eyes were locked into her icy blue ones. Sarah’s gazed softened and she felt something ever so slightly stir inside of her.

“Sarah, I do want to say I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot. I was overwhelmed and in over my head at first, but tonight has helped me loosen up with you and I want to tell you that today is more of what you can expect from me.”

Sarah became aware of Theresa’s foot lightly rubbing against her ankle, and the two light touches against her hand and her ankle caused her to emit a small gasp.

“Oh.. of course Theresa. It’s helped me get to know you better too.”

“Wonderful! If you don’t mind, I’m coming here with my friend Jenny tomorrow night. I’d love for you to join us”, Theresa purred.

“Oh.. I’ll give it some thought!” Sarah said with a visible blush. She sat for a few seconds longer, looking like she wanted Theresa’s light touch to linger. However, she eventually shook her head and stood up.

She quickly grabbed her purse and left as Theresa watched her leave.

Sarah was close to snapping Theresa in her trap.

The avcılar escort gears in her mind turned as she made it home. The letter had clearly worked, and Theresa was working rapidly to close in on Sarah to avoid the punishment that was foretold.

She smirked to herself. Tomorrow will be a very, very good day.

Jenny

Theresa had been silent since leaving on Sunday morning.

By now, it was Monday night. With every notification, her heart skipped a beat and she hoped it would be Theresa finally messaging her back, validating what she was feeling after their experience.

Yet, the text never came.

Jenny’s thoughts bounced between nervousness, frustration, anxiety, and anger.

Did she overstep the line? Was the other night just a night out for two friends that got too wild? Was Theresa ashamed or embarrassed that she had pulled Jenny into this world and thus became afraid to talk to her? Did Theresa just see Jenny as a body count or a quota?

Her thoughts raced at a mile a minute now. She needed to hear from Theresa and know it was okay. While she admittedly had ghosted dates in the past, she had never been ghosted herself, and it was heart wrenching to think her best friend could be the one to introduce her to the emotionally cruel practice, especially after what had happened the other night.

Finally, late, around 10 pm, she heard her phone chimed and grabbed it, seeing the Theresa notification box.

She was elated, and then her heart immediately sank.

“We need to talk. I’ll be over soon.”, was all the message said.

Jenny whimpered as she read it. The worst case scenario seemed like it was coming true – Theresa used her for a night of fun, and that was that.

And left her trapped in these panties.

She desperately tried to cut them off. The material wouldn’t budge.

The sharpest knife she owned wouldn’t saw through them – in fact, it wouldn’t even leave a mark.

She sobbed to herself as she desperately tried to release herself from Theresa’s trap. Every potential candidate to remove the panties did absolutely nothing.

“THERESA YOU FUCKING BITCH!” she screamed through tears, finally throwing the knife down in frustration.

She didn’t know what to do, and her heartbreak and fear overrode the tingling sensations the panties had been constantly feeding her up to this point.

She sat on the floor, whimpering to herself until she heard a knock at the door.

Theresa

Theresa felt disgusting.

She had seduced her best friend into wearing the device, and in the process, Jenny had fallen for her.

When she saw the text, she immediately knew what was happening.

With the new assignment from the mystery on the other end of the letter, she felt even more disgusting.

At best, she snares Sarah in the trap and has to deal with the consequences of her boss falling for her.

At worst, she fails, and a punishment of which she can only imagine awaits her, and it promises to be very, very unpleasant at best.

But she needed Jenny. She knew that her alone would not be able to get to Sarah in 24 hours, even if her walls were beginning to break down.

But her and Jenny together could potentially tear her down and reset Theresa’s clock.

She knocked on Jenny’s door, and it flew open before she even knocked a second time.

Jenny’s brown hair was a mess, and her green eyes had been red and puffy from the fresh tears flowing down her cheek.

All she wore was an oversized white t-shirt while she stared at Theresa with a mixture of hope and pain.

“Jenny, look..” Theresa started.

“Why would you do this to me?” Jenny immediately cut her off. “Why would you make me fall for you and then force me to wear this reminder of the night you ghosted me?” She began to tear up again.

“I’m trapped in this stupid pair of panties and all I can think about while wearing these is you”, her voice rose to nearly a yell.

“Jenny I’m sorry”, Theresa blurted out, tears coming to her face as well.

“I didn’t think this would happen. I just wanted you to have fun like I did and I’m so sorry it’s led to this”, she said.

“The truth is I’m trapped and I have no choice but to keep doing this”, she said through shuddering breaths.

She shakily handed Jenny the letter, and Jenny read it while wiping away tears.

“Okay so, what are you going to do about this?”

“Listen.. I need you to go to the bar with me tomorrow and help me seduce her. We need her to put this thong on and activate it tomorrow night, or whatever this period of edging and chastity is will happen to me.

“So.. you want to use me to have a threesome with your boss so YOU don’t get in trouble?”

“Yes..”

“Get out of my fucking apartment.”, Jenny snapped.

“Jenny..”

“NOW!”, her voice rose to a roar.

Theresa, knowing it was useless, wiped more tears off her face and walked out the door.

She turned to look back at her former friend as it slammed shut behind her.

She had 24 hours to seduce Sarah, and she was on her own.

Yet, despite this, all she could think about was Jenny. Their years of closeness culminated in the night they shared together.

She was the only person on Theresa’s mind, and as Theresa walked home, the realization crippled her: the feeling was mutual.

Sarah/Theresa

*Content Warnings: Incest, drug references, demons, gods, and magic.*

I am absolutely indebted to H. L. Ginsberg for this one. Without his translations of the hymns of Ba’al, I would not have had a lot to go on. For all the references to the lioness your research provided, I thank you.

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The call wasn’t one that Josh was expecting.

He hadn’t heard from his sister in a couple of months. She lived a few hours away from Melbourne in a very rural little town. Small and country enough that it was one of the filming sites for the original Mad Max.

The last time that they had spoken, he’d brought up that he was uncomfortable with a few of her friends. He’d been worried that they might be leading her down a bad path. She’d reminded him that she was an adult, and basically told him to leave her alone, forever.

He hadn’t expected to ever hear from her again.

“J-josh? We… I… F-fucked up.” Bek’s voice was broken and rough, and that was all he heard before the phone dropped out with a burst of static.

He’d never heard her that upset before, and so, despite it being the middle of the night, he jumped in the car and headed out towards the tiny place. Every attempt to call on the way just got a busy tone.

It was two hours away, whether he went through Ballarat or Daylesford. Usually he opted for the latter, because the bigger town’s drivers generally felt like they had a damn death wish.

Two hours was more than enough for him to descend into full panic, and maybe become a little reckless in his own driving. Bek hadn’t managed to tell him how she’d screwed up, or if she was even at home.

He’d heard just her single voice, the static, and then nothing at all.

Trying to tell himself that the static was just music blasting through party speakers didn’t really work. Bek’s friends were the partying type, but it was the other stuff that had concerned Josh. The willingness to try any kind of drug, and inability to recognise addiction.

The combination of alcohol with any other cocktail of drugs that they were on, as if that wasn’t just asking for trouble. Covering up the damage of the past with that, and sex. He doubted that most of them had escaped from infection and STDs, even if a few actually did practice safe sex.

All of that was bad enough.

However, where things turned weird, the reason he was so worried, was that the group was obsessed with the supernatural. One of them self-identified as a vampire. Another claimed to be the reincarnation of the Norse god of war.

The leader of the little group of hippies called himself a wizard and master of the mystic arts. Claimed that he could summon gods and demons, bind them to his will. He was a huge part of the problem.

He said he could use the magic of his summonings to cure disease and infection. Use the spirits to cleanse and purify. It all sounded like bullshit to Josh, and screamed warning signs at him. However, Bek didn’t see it that way. She saw them as the family she’d never had.

She’d been proud to tell him that the asshole in charge was beginning to teach her magic. That she was finally fitting in somewhere. Which is when Josh had tried to caution her. He’d worded it as carefully as he could, but she’d still been beyond offended.

He could remember her hazel eyes glaring at him, threatening to cry. Her face framed by twin plaited fringes, as she told him that she didn’t need him in her life, and she’d be better off if she never heard his voice, ever again.

It had beyond hurt.

The two of them had always been together, and it had always been just the two of them.

They’d drifted through state housing as kids. There weren’t a lot of places willing to take two kids, so Child Protective Services had attempted to separate them.

Every single time it had happened, after being forced to move into a new place, his sister had packed her bags and just started walking. She said that she had never picked a destination, but she’d always managed to end up on Josh’s doorstep. Even when he’d been sent to a new place in the meantime, after they’d been separated.

Twenty two years together, for it to end with just one thing said wrong.

The memories of his sister weren’t helping his anxiety. Josh had seen Bek upset, and angry, and lost. He’d never heard her as broken as in that moment before the noise and the call ending.

Had someone died? Was it the sound of a car crashing?

A little over a thousand people lived in Clunes. His sister was over the main hill, down by one of several pubs, and then just off a dirt track that served as a sort of driveway.

It wasn’t just one thing said, of course. Relationships end on the one thing said, but there were always lots of small things. Mistakes that you didn’t realise you’d made until too late.

As his car thumped up and down over the drive, he saw it.

The whole night sky was lit up a deep orange as the house roared in flames. There was no fire brigade, no emergency services of any kind. Just black smoke and the flames.

He şişli escort could see two cars outside the house, looking completely trashed. They were burning husks, but the roofs of both vehicles were caved in.

Josh swung in, and tossed open his door, reaching for his phone to call emergency.

A firm hand grabbed his wrist, “Bit late for that shit. This is beyond them.”

“Get off me.” He snapped at the woman in a white pointed hat. He really didn’t need to deal with some deluded witch, right now.

“Not deluded, but these idiots were.” The woman said sourly, “Summoning Ba’al for fuck’s sake. Hmm. Sister? Bek. I think… Yeah. She’s still alive. Hold my hand. We might, just might, have a chance to get her out. She’s the only one in there who has a chance, really.”

Josh didn’t get a chance to answer. The woman interlaced her fingers with his, held tight to something on the end of a necklace with the other, and then dragged him towards the front door and the roaring flames.

The door fell backwards, off its hinges, as they stepped onto the porch, and Josh shielded his face with his arm against the heat, before he was dragged inside. He could feel the hair on his arm burning, the skin feeling like it was blistering. Stepping in was madness.

It was worse after the first step.

They stepped downwards towards the floor and his stomach twisted. Vertigo hit hard, and his foot ended up on the hallway wall. The witch didn’t pause. Walking down the side of a wall like it was an everyday thing. Flames pulling back in front of her, but not him.

“Keep close. This one’s pissed.” The witch stated. “And please don’t puke on me, when we get there. Hard enough dealing with the curses, as is.”

“The fuck… Is happening?” Josh coughed through the smoke.

The woman tsk’d angrily, “Your sister and her friends summoned an ancient and powerful god that I was hoping was fucking dead. No questions? Good.”

“Questions!”

“Shut up.” The witch snapped, “This shit is hard enough. Crap. Missed our turn. Back through here.”

She dragged him through a doorway, and onto the roof. The flames were instantly replaced with a blizzard. Snow and ice blasted into his face, and ripped at every inch of his exposed skin. Numbing and burning it at the same time, making him feel like his skin was about to be torn free.

The witch seemed just as confident as ever, dragging him along even though he could barely see her, let alone anything else. Josh wanted to believe this was a nightmare, but it felt too real. Even his twisted mind couldn’t come up with this.

“Nightmare isn’t that far off!” The witch shouted over the storm, “Ba’al started out in life as a nightmare spirit! But then she went and ate her dreamer, and now… Now, she can do shit like this!”

He finally realised that she could read his thoughts. It was obvious, but not exactly ordinary. She was his sister’s only hope, if things were as bad as they were looking, right now.

Only real magic could get her out of… This.

“Actually her only hope is… Nevermind. Too complicated. We’re nearly there. Again, don’t puke on me!” The witch yelled.

Josh felt, rather than saw, them pass through another doorway. The weather vanished, and the woman released his hand. He fell to his knees as his mind reeled.

He found himself floating, spiralling, and not moving at all. Kneeling in orbit around a black hole, and just on a solid wooden floor in an ordinary room. Both images were real, both were happening, and both exclusive of each other.

He puked.

“Not bad for a newbie.” The witch smiled sympathetically. “You’re seeing things as they are. Ordinary folk, they see a normal room. Nothing out of place. The sensitive ones feel creeped out. People like you and me? We see this bullshit. Rip in reality, where Ba’al’s trying to shove herself through.”

Josh groaned, “The black hole’s the real thing? Not the room?”

“Yeah… And shut up. Working.” She raised a hand and flicked it. The void around them rumbling and groaning when she did. A female voice screamed somewhere in the distance.

“Bek!”

“Got it. Shut up.” The witch gritted her teeth, turning her head slightly to the side, “Well, fuck. Rolph really is dead. Dumbass! I told him that he had no idea what he was doing… Fuck! He used your sister. No wonder Ba’al actually rocked up… There! Josh, hand!”

He reached towards the witch, and found his hand closing around the bottom of a dress. He quickly grabbed with the other hand, and dragged with all his strength.

He fumbled and managed to find a pair of legs, before something else yanked backwards against him. Josh yelled as he was yanked off his feet, the witch barely managing to grab one of his ankles as he suddenly found himself playing tug of war against gravity.

Something with a heck of a lot more force than gravity.

“*A second one*.” A voice like a screaming chorus spat into Josh’s face.

The witch groaned behind him, “Burning out here, beşiktaş escort Josh! You need to grab her, now!”

“I thought I had!”

“Not the girl! The thing holding her!” The witch yelled back, “Grab the fucking demon!”

That might have been the most counter-intuitive thing he’d ever heard. But what the fuck did he know about exorcism? Josh reached one hand out blindly, and his fingers found what felt like burnt skin and flesh.

He winced as he grabbed on tight, and the chorus of voices shrieked in pain. The woman behind him pulled on his ankle, dragging him back down to solid ground.

The world rippled for a moment, and the stench of sulphur was thrown into his face. Josh swallowed the vomit that hit his mouth, and then the strange chaos was gone.

He hit the floor of an ordinary room, and collapsed to his knees.

The witch swiped a thumb through his mouth and then planted it on the forehead of the woman lying in his arms. The blonde groaning, but seemingly asleep. She was wearing a dress that was white, but stained with blood splatter across the entire thing.

Josh winced, “Bek. Is she… Okay?”

“I wouldn’t be.” The woman said darkly, surveying the room, “She just saw six people die. Friends. She’s going to be fucked up for a bit… But it gets so much worse. So… You believe in magic, yet?”

“Yes.” He replied hoarsely.

“Good. Because you are.” She stated, glaring at him. “Most witches and wizards avoid Melbourne. Because that’s my home, and I’m not that nice. Name’s Lily. I’m the White Witch, first and last defence humanity has against bullshit like this.”

“Uh… I am?”

Lily nodded, taking off her hat and kneeling down, “Yeah. You and her. Not everyone can learn magic. And having the ability to learn doesn’t make it remotely easy. It’s friggin’ hard. But you two both have it. She was born a witch, and you a wizard. You’re… Magus. Magician. Sorcerers. Whatever bullshit you want to call it.”

Josh winced, “So… When her friends tried to summon a demon…”

“The fucked-up god noticed them, because they used Bek’s cum.” Lily said sympathetically. “She probably had less than a minute to call you, before everything went to hell. She thought of you, first.”

He stared, “Did… Did you just say… Cum!? I was kinda expecting blood…”

“Yeah, that works in a pinch. But sex is a stronger thing. She and Rolph fucked inside a ritual circle, until your sister came… And then Ba’al came calling.” Lily shrugged.

Josh took a deep breath, “You were saying… It’s worse than a… Massacre?”

“Ba’al’s not gone.”

He flinched, “Fuck. So… He’s going to come for Bek, again? And I guess, me?”

“Not really.” Lily said nervously, playing with the brim of her hat, “I needed something attuned to the demon… And I was nearly at my limit… And it’s technically her fault… So… Um…”

“Spit it out.”

“I sealed the demon inside your sister.” Lily winced, “Sorry.”

Josh looked down at the sleeping girl and then back up, “And what the fuck does that mean!?”

“Two souls. Two minds. One body.” Lily scratched her cheek nervously, “Uh… Demon is sealed. They can’t do much. Can’t do anything that your sister doesn’t want. But they can do the things your sister doesn’t know she wants. So… I kinda gave Bek the power of a dark god, and a second conscience. One that’ll sit on her shoulder and tell her how fun it would be, to do all the bad things.”

He rubbed his face, “Can you fix it… After you… Recharge, or whatever?”

“Only if it’s what Bek wants. Which I seriously doubt.” Lily sighed, “She’ll be fine. But she’s going to need some… Guidance. Someone to keep her on the straight and narrow. Or I’ll have to kill her.”

“What the fuck.”

Lily stood up, shaking at the knees and looking pale. “Yeah. Sorry. I’m going to go home, throw up, and sleep for a month. Ginger’s number is in your phone, now. Call her if you need anything. Uhm… Take Bek back to your place. She doesn’t need the memories of this hellhole, first thing.”

A broomstick appeared, floating horizontally. The witch took a hold of it tiredly, and vanished without moving.

Josh looked down at his sister, and shivered.

—

“Poke! Poke!” Someone said excitedly, jabbing a finger into Josh’s face.

He opened his eyes to find Bek grinning at him brightly. Her nose crinkled up, she grabbed his head in both hands and roughly pushed their foreheads together, “Good morning!”

He pulled back, rubbing tiredly at his eyes. He’d fallen asleep with his head on the couch, where he’d laid down his sister. A sister who didn’t look like she remembered last night. Small mercies.

“Morning, Miss Sunshine.”

She giggled, “Ooh, I like that one. I’m your Miss Sunshine! Don’t suppose that you’ve got any breakfast for Miss Sunshine? Actually, I kinda feel like cooking. Bacon and eggs were your favourite? Or my French toast.”

He stomach turned, and Josh felt like something was distinctly mecidiyeköy escort wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on it, exactly. This was Bek. She had always been bright and bubbly, before she met… People who were gone. He felt guilty, blaming the dead.

Bek stepped by him, tousling his hair, “Up and at ’em, Josh! Got a whole day and world for living! And I plan on fucking living!”

“Ba’al.” Josh realised darkly.

“Oops.” The blonde twirled on one foot and blushing. “Darn. What gave it away?”

He stood up slowly, clenching his fists but having no idea what to do. He addressed the demon controlling his sister’s body, “Is she in there?”

“Still sleeping. And crying. So much crying.” Ba’al rubbed one foot on the back of her ankle. “I… Didn’t mean to hurt anyone. Not exactly… And I’m never going to hurt her! Bek and I… We’re the same, now. She’s part of me. I remember what she does. Feel what she does.”

“Give her back.”

Ba’al sighed, “She’s asleep, Josh. Seriously. She needs it. So, no, I’m not about to wake her up. She’ll take the reins when she’s good and ready. And then probably cry until she’s too dehydrated to even pee.”

“Demon.” He gritted his teeth, “Let go of my sister.”

The woman rolled her eyes, “I’m not trapping her! Didn’t the witch explain things…? I’m sealed. I can’t hurt you, and I can’t hurt Bek. By the storm gods I feel small, now. I’m part of Bek, and she’s part of me.”

“What exactly do you mean by hurt?” He said, suspiciously.

Ba’al winced, “Upsetting you… Hurts. I mean, I don’t give a constipated turd about any other human. Your whole race is a bunch of sacrifices waiting to happen. Greedy cunts who want my power and magic, and are willing to step on each other to get it. But… Witch used you to seal me. So you’re… Special.”

“You still have magic.” Josh winced. “Even, sealed?”

She laughed, “Of course! Sealing just means I got a master. You. If you wanted gold or wanted to become a king, then I can make it happen for you. I gave the last one to seal me away, a princess, a palace, and helped him kill an asshole sorcerer intent on stealing everything. They put me in a ring as my reward.”

He scratched the side of his head, “What? Are you… A genie?”

“That story. That one, that you’re thinking of, that’s me.” She said flatly, “Not the one in the lamp. The one in the ring. There’s two in the real story. Kinda insulting that everyone likes the bigger asshole, considering he let the sorcerer use him to steal from our master. No loyalty, at all.”

Josh swallowed nervously, “You’re… A genie. A trickster.”

“No. I’m a god, mortal!” She snapped and stamped a foot, “I am a god. I have existed before your puny little world did! Your scientists debate the nature of your pretty little big bang. Discussing the expansion of your universe. How does a singularity work? All that… Crud. I saw it. I was bored by it. Well, until sapient life evolved. That, I didn’t see coming.”

He considered the implications of what she was claiming. If she had existed somehow before the universe did, then she was likely used to being big enough to witness the whole of the universe. Being trapped in a single human body, on a single planet, in a single galaxy… Was likely a kind of crushing isolation.

“Everyone wants something.” Josh acknowledged, “You want your freedom, I guess. I want to not die, so I can’t give you that. I also want my sister to be safe.”

Ba’al blew at her fringe, “No, I don’t. I’m part of Bek, now. How many times do I have to say that, before you get it? What she wants, I want. Mostly what she wants, is… Something she thinks she can’t have. She’s been living with that greed. Indulging in drugs and alcohol and pathetic attempts at magic, searching for a way to fill that hole. I’m just going to grant her wish.”

“What wish?”

She shook her head, “That’s for Bek. She’ll tell you, when she’s ready. We both will. But, the first step to get there, is learning to have a little fun. Loosening both of you up. My master, and my other half. So… Bacon and eggs? Or French toast?”

“Going to poison it?” He raised an eyebrow.

She tightened her jaw and stepped close to him, glaring up at him from less than an inch away. “I can’t hurt you, Josh. I am your Miss Sunshine. The whole world is fun, for living. I’ve never had a body, before. Just a spirit, with the ring. It’s all new. So I’m going to make the best of it. You don’t trust me enough to eat? Fine. I’m going to sulk and make French toast, and you can’t have any!”

With that, she stormed off towards the kitchen, leaving him scratching his head in utter confusion.

He knew that Ba’al was responsible for all of the chaos that he had witnessed. That people had actually died. The thing was controlling his sister, and nothing about history said that a single word out of its mouth should be trusted.

He remembered, and reached for his phone, dialling the new number he found here.

“Ginger.” A half-husky voice answered instantly.

“Um… It’s Josh. Uhm…”

“Oh. Ya sister got the demon, right? What ya need?” The witch sounded actually casual about it.

He winced, “The thing’s awake. Not my sister. The thing inside her. It’s… Trying to make breakfast? Was going to be both of us but me not trusting it, kinda made it annoyed? The fuck am I meant to be doing?”

Chapter Forty-Nine

“You have quite the group of monster girls,” Alizee said.

“That’s just the companions,” I told her. “The ones I chose. I have some special companions from other dungeon builders that I…” I took a deep breath. “That I killed. I gained three new ones today, but I don’t think I’ll revive them yet. This is about celebrating our victory.”

“Sulanga Storm… putz?”

“Sulanga Stormfury.” I drew in a deep breath. “He almost killed me today, but I outwitted him. Barely. But we saved a city of halflings, so it was worth it. But most of my forces died.”

“Wow,” Alizee said. “So you have an army or something.”

I winked at her and grabbed the Void Crystal. I summoned Usiku first. My fomorian appeared, her purple body quivering. I kissed and loved and thanked her. Then came Baaghi, my rakshasa. She licked at my face. I smiled at that. Paanee, my armless naga appeared. Her forked tongue danced to the back of my throat, tickling my tonsils, when I kissed her.

“Wow,” said Alizee. “No arms. That’s rough.”

“Oh, I make up for it with my tail,” hissed Paanee. She winked at Alizee.

My cheerleader giggled. “So they’re all from our world, too?”

I nodded.

“And if you’re killed, I could end up as some other dungeon builder’s bitch?” Alizee arched a white eyebrow.

“Only if you choose to be. They can’t force you to serve them. Most dungeon builders don’t love their monster girls. Least the ones I’ve fought. They want to be worshiped by them or to have them serve. I suppose it’s why I still use Level 1 Monster Girls when I could retire them and have more powerful ones.”

“Retire?”

“Put them to sleep and never re-summon them.” I shook my head. “I can’t do it. I mean… they’re so cute.” I gripped the Crystal and summoned my wildhounds. Hela, Ci, Du, Nos, Gwyllt, Marwo, and Cysgo all appeared around us. They were yipping, their black tails wagging.

They pounced on me.

Seven cute and cuddly wildhounds were licking at my face and smooching me and squealing their delight. I just had a big grin on my face as they all shared their affection with me in that super-cute and adorable way of theirs. It was a wonder to have them kissing me like this. Loving me like this.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I gasped out between licks and smooches. “I love you all so much! And that’s Alizee. My last companion.”

“ALIZEE!” they squealed.

My cheerleader gasped as the horde of seven wildhounds rushed her. They tackled her to the ground and just started licking her all over. I smiled at the sight as my cheerleader gasped and moaned. Two were between her legs licking at her pussy, another pair had her nipples in their mouths. One bathed Alizee’s face in kisses while the other two were smooching at her belly.

“Good puppies,” I said, smiling at my wildhounds. They all had such wonderful tails that wagged back and forth. I cared for them all so much.

They might just be my favorite of the “regular” monster girls. Though if I spent more time with those hellhounds, I’d probably feel the same way. Just not enough time to really love my monster girls, and I was about to add the wind ones.

And if my ideas worked, I would have twelve new types of Level 3 monster girls. I don’t know if I could handle adding in that many new monster girls at once. I might have to pace myself.

I gripped the Void Crystal and summoned my quetzalcoatls.

“Gyvate, Sparnas, Iaidas, Vaivory, and Skale!” I cried. “Appear before me.”

They swirled out of the shadows, balanced on their green tails. Their rainbow-feathered wings all fluttered as they slithered to me. They had bright smiles on their lips. I kissed each of them, thanking them. Their tongues flicked into my mouth, forked like Paanee’s.

“Lord Leo, it’s an honor,” Gyvate hissed.

“And the orgy is underway,” I said. “Have fun.”

They glanced over at Alizee squealing in delight as the wildhounds devoured her. “It looks like it started here.”

“This room is nowhere big enough for that.” I winked at them and grabbed ataköy escort the Crystal. They all preened together, so gorgeous. Then they vanished.

I sank into the Darkness section and found my slumbering arachnes. My shy and adorable spider girls all spun out of the darkness at my commands with their fractal eyes and quivering boobs, their spider legs clicking on the stone.

“Damhanalla, Sreaga, Nimhe, Gaiste, and Greasai,” I said as I moved to them. “I love you all. Thank you.”

They all tittered. I planted kisses on them all, groping their heavy breasts, then sent them to the orgy to have their fun with the other monster girls. They deserved it. I glanced over at Alizee. She moaned and bucked.

“I’m going to cum!” she squealed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m going to cum!”

The wildhounds all wagged their tails faster.

I grabbed my Void Crystal and found my busty, tan-skinned werebears. “Bhaaloo, Panja, Daant, Garjan, and Maan!”

They appeared with such love in their golden eyes. They all hugged me fiercely, kissing me with passion. Their big boobs piled against my chest. Alizee moaned in the background as I made out with all five of my werebears.

Slapping Maan on the ass, I sent them to the orgy.

“How are you doing, Alizee?” I asked my sylph.

“I keep cumming!” she squealed, the wildhounds moving around her. They were trading spots. That was nice of them.

I grabbed my Void Crystal. I skipped over my Water Monster Girls. I didn’t use any of them today, sadly. The oozes were the only ones that weren’t useless out of the water, and I left them behind to protect the dungeon. So I skipped to my basilisks.

Skamianiela, Vielmi, Piaro, Mastab, and Dychannie all appeared, their pink, feathery hair spilling around their blue-scaled body. They all had big, victorious grins. They knew what it meant that we were standing here.

“Love you all,” I told them. “Thank you for being amazing. All of you!”

“Lord Leo,” Piaro gushed and darted forward.

She kissed me with aggression.

They all did.

I loved them with each kiss. I stroked their cheeks and pinched their nipples. They were delightful. I squeezed their boobs then sent them to the orgy. Alizee just howled in wordless pleasure as she came over and over again.

I smiled as I moved on to my Metal monster girls. My passionate and amazing orcs.

“Zobens, Briesmoni, Slepkavi, Orka, and Dzelzs!” I roared. “Appear before your lord!”

The green-skinned orcs appeared nude and kneeling before me. “LORD LEO!”

Their roar echoed through the Vault.

I smiled at them. “Rise! Rise and receive my thanks and love. You all fought with courage and conviction. I love you all for it.”

They rose with grins and hugged me with passion, their breasts rubbing on my chest. I groped their asses, making out with all my wonderful orcs. I was breathless as I sent them to the orgy. I knew they would have fun there.

I summoned my yuki-onna next. The icy and beautiful Snezhinka, Moroz, Belyy, Prekrasnyy, and Sukkub all appeared. Mist spilled from their bodies. The temperature dropped with their icy passion. I stared at their gorgeous perfection. They had faces that would lure men to their deaths in a blizzard just for a chance to kiss them.

I got more than a chance. I kissed them all, loved them all, thanked them all for what they did today.

And I sent them off to the orgy.

My unicorns appeared next. They were standing close together with big smiles on their faces. Their golden horns thrust from their foreheads. Their hooves clopped as they shifted in place, their silvery manes spilling around their pale faces.

“Rih, Sriblo, Nezaymana, Chystota, and Kin, you five were amazing today,” I told them. “Thank you. I love you all so much. Just staring at your beauty eases my heart.”

They blushed so prettily.

And their kisses… Damn, I was so horny. I was eager for that orgy.

“No more!” gasped Alizee. “I’m dead. You killed me! You naughty, naughty wildhounds!”

The bahçelievler escort seven yipped in delight.

I sent them and the unicorns to the orgy. Alizee lay there, panting, her white hair still dancing in a wind only she felt. She groaned, shaking her head. I winked at her, glad that she was getting to meet all the wonderful delights of my harem.

“They’re… friendly,” she groaned.

“Yep,” I said and grabbed my Void Crystal. “Time to meet the salamanders. Engana, Malvada, Astuta, Dolor, and Horca, show your pretty selves!”

The Fire monster girls appeared in all their scaly beauty. They had short wings made of fire and hair that spilled like fire around their faces. The red of their bodies contrasted with the orange of their belly scales.

I kissed them. Loved them. Thanked them all. They burned against me.

“You really care for them,” Alizee said as I sent the salamanders to the party.

“I love them all,” I said. “And I hate that they have all died for me over and over again.” I glanced at her. “I’m sorry, Alizee. You’re going to die again and again in my service. You’ll feel the pain of it only for me to call you back.”

Alizee rose and pressed against me. “Don’t be sorry for me. We’re not the ones that have to carry those wounds, are we?” She pressed her hand over my heart. “How do you withstand it and not break?”

I closed my eyes. “Because I have you all.” I squeezed my hands on the Void Crystal. “So long as I can love, I’m not a monster. This life hasn’t destroyed me. Yet.”

“Never,” she said. “We’ll keep you whole.”

Tears touched my eyes. “I love you, too, Alizee.”

My sylph kissed me, her lips soft and gentle. She broke it. “I love you, too, Leo. Mmm, I feel we’re missing some.”

“Two more,” I said. “Death and Thunder.”

“What about Wind?”

“I’ll make them later.” I took a deep breath and delved into the Death section. “Duhot, Dusata, Grobi, Ipalsi, and Nevidena! I conjure thee!”

Alizee giggled. “Thee?”

I blushed and shrugged. “Felt right.”

My ghosts appeared. Five spectral women that floated in the air, their bodies hard to see in the light. They faded in and out of sight, but when you could see them, their beauty was stunning. They stared at me with guilt on their faces. They had all died instantly.

“We failed you, Dark One,” said Ipalsi.

“The thunderbirds were our match,” Grobi moaned.

“No, no, you all did amazing,” I said and moved to them. “You served me well.”

“Dark Lord Leo,” whimpered Nevidena.

“I love you all,” I said. “Thank you for today and for all you’ve done.”

Their spectral lips felt cool on mine. I held their ghostly forms one by one then sent them off to enjoy the orgy. They deserved it. Alizee nodded. She was a wonderful addition to the harem. So supportive. I supposed that was the cheerleader’s job.

The last ones I had to summon were my sphinxes. I gripped the Void Crystal and cried out, “Talalo, Oroszla, Ordita, Gyama, and Igazsa! Appear!”

The sphinxes swirled out of the shadows, their manes of dark-red hair spilling about their tawny skin. Their black-feathered wings stretched as they all yawned, thrusting arms into the air. Their big boobs jiggled.

“Lord Leo,” Ordita purred, her voice a throaty rumble.

“I love you all,” I told them. “You are all special. Amazing. You all make me so happy. Thank you for fighting for me.”

As they preened, I cupped Ordita’s face and kissed her. I smooched each and every one of them, savoring the taste of them. Then I grabbed the Void Crystal and sent them to the orgy. I glanced over at Alizee and winked at her.

She vanished.

I released the Void Crystal and smiled down at Souleen. “Thank you, too.”

She smiled at me. “But I never do anything.”

“You don’t?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. “You’re not the one that I channel my will through.”

“Well…” She winked at me. “That’s my job. I’m your Soul of the Void Crystal.”

I stroked her face with the tip of my finger. halkalı escort She kissed it. “I wish you could come with us.”

“But I have to stay here.” She stretched. “I’m fine. This is who I am. Besides, as you said, I am your conduit. I’m everywhere in the dungeon. This is just where I manifest my body. Trust me, it’s getting wild. You don’t want to miss the fun.”

I smiled and headed to the large orgy room I had made. It wasn’t far. I stepped into the room and gazed out the wild passion. There was sex everywhere. A salamander rode a sphinx’s face. An arachne spun her webs to bind up a werebear. Two wildhounds were feasting on the unicorn’s pussy, her boobs jiggling. A ghost and Lana Fulmine were making out and fingering each other’s pussies.

My mother had an orc nursing at her breast. A basilisk and a yuki-onna sixty-nined. Nina Naughty wore a strap-on that she rammed into a wildhound’s asshole. Ms. Trueno devoured another ghost’s pussy while a basilisk munched on the teacher’s cunt. Maya writhed on the ground, an orc fucking her with a gold dildo.

Alizee had a ghost devouring her pussy, my cheerleader gasping, her white hair whipping in the wind. A basilisk knelt on her hands and knees as Terra fucked her with her clit-dildo. A werebear sat on Hagane’s mouth while my animated statue used her buzzing fingers on the busty monster girl’s asshole.

Halia shuddered as she fucked a salamander with a strap-on dildo. A unicorn and a wildhound used a double-headed dildo and slapped their butts together. I shuddered at all the passion. Kassie rode another unicorn’s horn while an orc ate that unicorn out. Mrs. Lucina was on her hands and knees as an arachne fucked her with a strap-on dildo, the spidery monster girl’s big boobs heaving.

I found a divan, sank down, and watched. Exhausted. I found I didn’t have the strength to join in.

I just wanted to watch my monster girls having fun. They were writhing with each other. Usiku and a salamander were kissing. Paanee devoured an arachne’s pussy while a unicorn used her horn to fuck the naga in the asshole. Baaghi’s roar of orgasmic delight echoed through the room as she ground her pussy on Morana’s cunt.

Garnet appeared and threw herself down beside me. She snuggled up to me. “Tired, big bro.”

“Been a long day,” I said, staring out at the beauty of it all. There was so much going on.

“It has,” she said and put her head on my shoulder. Her hand idly stroked my cock. “You were amazing, big bro.”

“So were you,” I said. “You got out all the halflings. You did good.”

Tears beaded in her red eyes. “I did? I really did?”

“Yeah,” I told her. “You really did.”

“Sometimes, I feel like no one thinks I’m worth anything.” She rubbed her cheek into my shoulder. “That you all think I’m just playing a game.”

“You are playing games a lot of the time,” I told her. “And you are a horny thing that doesn’t like to take things seriously. Not until it matters. But we don’t think you’re worthless.”

“You don’t, big bro?”

I shook my head and kissed my little sister. She whimpered against my lips. Then she broke it. “Thank you. I’ll try to take things more seriously.”

“Then how are we supposed to laugh at your antics.” I rubbed my nose against hers. “There’s value in breaking the tension. Don’t give it up.”

She beamed at me.

“Our dirty boy is right,” Crystal said. My big sister snuggled up to my other side. She stroked my thigh. “We all might get annoyed, but we get it. Things are huge. Immense. If we didn’t have you making light of things, well, this might get dour real quick. The entire world hates us. Enemies all around. The gods, except maybe Lady Sherida, are our enemies. Maybe they’ll send more saints after us. Maybe stronger dungeon builders or adventurers. We are never going to be safe. But you keep us from remembering that.”

“Thanks,” Garnet said.

Crystal rested her head on my other shoulder. “And you, dirty boy, just relax. Watch the show. We’ll be here if you want to fuck. If not, there is a lot of fun going on out there.”

I stared out at it, snuggled up to my sisters, and found my eyes growing heavy. I didn’t remember falling asleep, but they said I was out for good twelve hours. I supposed I needed that. I had missed out on the orgy, but my monster girls had a grand time.

I was glad that I had them all. This was my new life. I would fight to defend it.