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Earth

Algonquin Park Dungeon, Ontario

August 17, 2019

07:17 EDT

“Thanks, Zaszi.”

“No problem, boss. Good luck today, guys,” she replied, the portal winking out a second later.

“Alright, let’s go. I wanna kill the boss and then move on to the next dungeon,” I said, making my way towards the building and noting that the damage from the assault was gone. New picnic tables had been placed in the same spot, and it appeared that all the burnt trees were replaced with new saplings.

*****

It turned out that I wasn’t woken by banging on the door, or Vixa licking me. Instead, she proceeded to teleport around the bed. Each time she disappeared, air would rush to fill the newly vacant area, creating the usual loud noise. When she saw that I was up she teleported a final time, appearing at her food dish, which had recently been filled.

After I showered and equipped my armor, Vixa and I made our way to the cafeteria. Ben was already there eating, but neither Mason nor the twins had arrived yet. When they did arrive, we ate breakfast while making plans. We didn’t want to stay in the Algonquin Park dungeon all day, so we decided we would head to the next closest dungeon suitable for our levels, while turning Insight off.

We were all level eighteen now, so delving without Insight active would allow those of us with Siphoning Strike or Siphoning Shot to level up the ability over the next two days, as we wouldn’t be out-leveling everything we were killing. The fact that it would be at least three weeks before we were able to head into dungeon is what prompted us to use the time to level up these two skills, specifically. With luck, Mason, Sonja and I would be able to increase the damage of our abilities by several hundred points.

*****

As soon as we took the waygate down to the ninth floor, I began the process of shapeshifting into my newest form. Selalea had actually shown up in the cafeteria with her son and several guards in tow, so I managed to scan one of them. This was the first time I had been able to check out the form. I was at least a foot and a half taller than my hybrid form, though only had two arms. I really need to learn how to modify my own forms without having my mom do it for me.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing you do that,” Mason said. “How are the stats in that form?”

I reflexively opened my mouth to respond, but all that came out was a mix between a grunt and a roar. I also need to learn how to talk in my various forms.

I took my phone out of my storage and tossed it to Mason, not wanting to damage it with my sharp claws. [You tell me.]

He caught it, quickly navigating to my stat page and began reading off my current stats before handing it back. With some quick math I calculated that Strength was eight times higher, Agility was four times higher, Intellect was one-point-two times higher, Constitution was eight times higher and Endurance was six times higher. Those were substantial increases.

[Bria told me how high her Strength and Constitution was in her dragonkin form but it’s still surprising to see. The other stats are pretty high, too.]

[A twenty percent increase to Intellect is pretty damn good. I’d love to have that,] Ben said.

[I forgot about the Intellect buff, even after I talked about it yesterday,] I grumbled. [I really need to set a reminder or something.]

I finished getting ready, strapping shield to my left arm but leaving it inactive. I decided to use my sword and spear today so I could level up Quick Slash and Gash, while using Mana Shield to keep me safe. Not that that would really matter. My stats were so high in my dragonkin form that the chances of there being something in this dungeon that could hurt me were slim to none. After channeling my mana into my sword and spear, I began walking forward, leading everyone down the hall.

We didn’t get further than the first ninety-degree turn before Sonja called us to stop.

[Trap ahead. Do your thing, Ben,] she sent.

Ben immediately began summoning a Skeletal Warrior and sent it forward while Sonja was directing him on where to send it. As soon as the skeleton stepped on the trigger, dozens of foot-long metal spikes shot out of the floor. I winced at imagining what that trap would have done had we triggered it. I doubted that it would be able to pierce our armor, but I definitely wouldn’t want to chance it.

It was rare that one of Ben’s skeletons wasn’t destroyed by a trap, so after waiting for the spikes to recede back into the floor, he had it step on the trigger plate again, with nothing happening the second time. With the trap disarmed, we continued on with Ben’s Skeletal Warrior leading the way.

[Ben, how is it that we’ve been in dungeons for as long as we have and we haven’t seen another group of adventurers?] I asked.

[I was wondering about that the other day and could only come up with two conclusions. The first is that we’ve just been incredibly unlucky. I mean on Thursday we saw those other teams when we were teleported out of the dungeon. karabük escort The second is that we’re being prevented from meeting other teams. I don’t think that’s as likely though, since again, we saw those other teams.]

[The previous dungeon also had that disorienting effect on the fourth floor. They could have been held up by that. Remember how long it took us to figure it out?] Sonja asked.

[Ugh, don’t remind me,] Ben replied. [We should have figured that out a lot sooner.]

We came up to the first room a few minutes later, only having to pause for one more trap. There was no door that needed to be opened, giving us a good look at the room. There were four entrances, including the one we were looking through, but not much else to note besides the carvings in the tiled floor. Sonja also couldn’t detect any traps, so we stepped inside.

As soon as the last of us stepped inside, four metal prison-like doors fell into place at each of the doorways. Everyone channeled their mana into their weapons, but no attacks came, making us wonder what was going on. After a minute passed and nothing happened, I stopped channeling mana into my weapons and went over to the door. Gripping onto the bars of the door, I lifted with all my dragonkin strength, but they wouldn’t budge an inch.

We spread out pressing against the wall trying to find some kind of switch or something to open the doors, but it was Ben who figured it out.

[Ooh, I’ve been waiting for a floor like this!] he sent, drawing our attention over to him. [It’s a sliding puzzle! You see the tile missing here? With this empty space, we’ll be able to move all the tiles around. When in the right positions, they should form an image and the doors should immediately open. Let’s examine the tiles and see if we recognize anything.]

We did as he asked, spreading out to take a look at the individual tiles. It was hard to tell what most of them were, with them just being lines, or in some cases, just blank, being dyed a darker color than the rest. The only one that actually stood out to me was the one in the center of the room. Wanting to see if he saw what I saw, I called Ben over.

[What do you see?] I asked, gesturing down to the tile that was the same gray as the rest of the room, besides a distinctive part that was dyed black in the middle.

[What do you see?] he returned the question while looking down at the tile.

[I asked you first.]

[Well, I see what looks like a nose. Or a lack of a nose? I’m not sure of the terminology for a skeleton’s nose.]

I nodded, looking around the room. [Anyone see anything that might be part of a skull?]

[I have some teeth over here, I think,] Mason answered.

[Me, too,] Sonja sent.

Ben and I split up to look at the apparent teeth before looking back at each other and nodding.

[Alright, it appears as the image we need to make is that of a skull. Ben, how about summoning a skeleton for us so we’ll have a reference.]

[Good idea, gimme a minute.]

I walked back to the center of the room where the nose was, and saw that it was, indeed, in the center of the room. The room was five tiles wide by five tiles long, except for the single missing tile in the bottom right corner of the room.

Ben walked over when he resummoned his Skeletal Warrior. [Alright, let’s get started. This isn’t going to be easy so the sooner we get started, the sooner we’ll be able to get out of this room. You wanna move the tiles around, Jonathan?]

I nodded and walked over to the corner with the only open space. [Which one do you want me to start with?]

[This one,] he said, tapping the one to the left of the open space.

It was easier to slide than I was expecting it to be, though that may have been my increased strength. Once the tile was in the corner, he had me working on moving the tile that could only fit in the top left as it was just a curved line. Once it was in place, we continued with another slightly curved line that lined up nicely with the first one. Ben’s strategy was to work from the top down, as it would quickly allow us to complete around sixty percent of the puzzle, saving the most time-consuming part for last.

That sixty percent took me around twenty minutes or so to complete, making me glad that I had chosen to use this form. The part that was complete definitely looked like a skull, leaving nothing but the upper jaw and mandible remaining. This is where it got tedious, and it involved moving a set of pieces in circles until they were in the right position. That took another twenty-five minutes to get everything in place, and then all it required was sliding all nine remaining pieces counter-clockwise until they formed a complete skull, while leaving the right corner empty.

Mason and the twins just sat on the complete part of the puzzle while doing this, just chatting amongst themselves while Ben and I worked. I was glad for that, as there was no room for them to help, and I was annoyed with the puzzle by the osmaniye escort time we’d finished. It was just so tedious. As soon as I slid the right part of the mandible into place, the outline of the skeleton glowed and the doors started retracting, allowing us to leave the room.

I heard another noise and looked up to see something falling from the ceiling right above me. I knew I would be able to get out of the way in time, so I activated Mana Shield. I was surprised when the object wasn’t as solid as I figured it would be, which made sense a few seconds later. The object happened to be a mimic, it’s large jaw opening revealing its razor sharp teeth and long tongue.

It turned and started bouncing towards me before leaping when it thought it was close enough. Rather than sinking its teeth into my flesh, it was instead met by my spear piercing through the back of its mouth and exiting behind it. It didn’t really do a lot of damage to the mimic, but it did stop its advance.

While holding it in place, I channeled mana into my sword and began hacking at it, alternating between Gash and Quick Slash. It took one use of Gash and two uses of Quick Slash before it finally died, my friends watching the entire time. When it died, its body started disintegrating, and I was annoyed to see that it didn’t drop a Skill Gem for us. I bent down and picked up the Mana Gem before walking over to join my friends.

[Three hits, not counting your initial spear thrust, not bad,] Mason said.

Nodding I handed him the Mana Gem which he put in the sack.

[So, which way?]

[I don’t think it really matters. I think this is a puzzle floor, which will have multiple rooms like this one. There will probably be as many as three paths to the final room with the stairs leading down to the tenth floor. The good news is that we won’t have to fight anything but the odd mimic, but the bad news is that this floor will be more time consuming than if we could just fight our way through.]

[So we just choose at random?]

[Yup!]

[Alright, let’s go this way,] I said walking over to the doorway that had been on our left when we entered the room. [Mind summoning another skeleton before we continue?]

[Sure,] he nodded, starting the cast right away.

A minute later, we were on our way down the next passageway, the skeleton taking the lead. We didn’t come across any traps this time before coming up to another much larger room. The only exit was on the opposite end of the room, and there were a large number of tiles between us and the door. The tiles alternated between black and white making it look similar to a chessboard but was way too big. There were no chess pieces, either.

[Ugh, I was hoping we wouldn’t come across one of these,] Ben said.

[What do you mean?] Sonja asked.

[It’s a trap room. Each tile will activate a trap, and you need to activate traps to get across. They can be anything from poisoned darts to flamethrowers to pitfalls and many others. See those pillars on either side of the room? Those are probably where poisoned darts or other projectiles will be fired from.]

[I thought you said this was a puzzle floor. How is a room like this a puzzle?]

[Because there is always a way through that is free of traps, but it’s really hard to find. Most people just end up choosing the most direct route, which is what we’ll probably doing as well,] he explained, turning back towards us. [The traps in rooms like these reset pretty quickly, so you’ll need to lead the way, Jonathan.]

[How quickly are we talking? And can’t we just teleport to the other side?]

[It tends to vary. It can be ten seconds or it can be a minute, which means we’ll need to move fast. I already tried teleporting to the other side, but there is an energy field preventing that. There wouldn’t be much point in a trap room if people could just use abilities that allow them to teleport across the room. I bet Sonja’s Ride the Lightning wouldn’t even work.]

I looked over to Sonja and saw the look of concentration on her face as she looked across the room, before looking back. [You’re right about that. It won’t even activate.]

[Alright, three of us have Mana Shield, so I want Anja to follow behind me with Ben in the middle and Sonja behind him. You’ll follow behind us, Mace.]

[Got it.]

[Okay, let’s go,] I said with a nod, walking past everyone and stopping at the edge of the tiled floor and turning to look at my friends. When I saw that we were all in a line, I activated Mana Shield and stepped forward and stopped on the first tile. I was immediately buffeted by a large amount of darts from multiple directions, and stayed in place until the barrage ended a few seconds later. Stepping forward onto the second tile, nothing happened.

[Above you, Jonathan!] Anja sent, causing me to look up.

My eyes widened when I saw a large boulder falling from the ceiling. Normally I would be crushed under a boulder as big as the one above me, but I was in my dragonkin marmaris escort form, which gave me an advantage. Stepping back, I lowered Mana Shield and braced myself to catch it. It was heavier than I thought it would be, but I was able to handle it with a little bit of difficulty.

With it in my hands, I had an idea. Turning sideways, I swung it back as much as I could, and then launched it across the room. It didn’t get much air, soon falling to the ground, but it did continue rolling across most of the room, activating traps as it went. I was surprised that there weren’t any pitfalls, but maybe we just got lucky. There were a host of other traps like flamethrowers and swinging axes from the ceiling, among others.

[Well, that’s one way to do it!] Mason laughed. [Let’s get going before the traps reset.]

Nodding, I reactivated Mana Shield and walked onto one of the tiles the boulder missed, and immediately felt myself falling. Luckily my hands were empty and the tiles weren’t too big, so I was able to catch myself. Unfortunately that also activated another tile, but it was just a flamethrower being directed at me. Nothing Mana Shield couldn’t handle. I waited a few seconds for my mana to replenish before stepping onto the fifth and final tile before we were clear to the end of the room.

I was expecting anything else than what actually happened. I was teleported to another tile. I looked back to see where my friends were, and saw that we were about five tiles away, with me slightly ahead of them.

[We might want to skip the fifth tile,] Ben said. [Teleport tiles tend to reset immediately, so we’ll all be teleported over there. I’m going to take the lead. Let’s hurry before they reset!]

I watched as my friends quickly made their way across the room, jumping over the third and fifth tiles before running across the rest of the already triggered traps. A few activated again when Mason ran over them, but since he was last, they didn’t slow them down at all. When they were all safely across the room, I turned to deal with my own predicament. There are ten tiles between me and my friends, so I can either trigger them one by one, or…

An idea popped into my head, and I immediately began shapeshifting into a new form. When the process was finished, my perspective was a lot closer to the floor. Jumping into the air, I began flapping my wings and covered the ten meter distance in only a few seconds before landing beside my friends and shapeshifting once more.

[That’s so not fair!] Mason grumbled.

[Gotta work with what you’re given,] I replied with what I imagine is a pretty terrifying grin when I was back in my dragonkin form. Looking around the room, I didn’t spot any treasure chests or mimics, so I turned back to Ben. [Hey, what gives? No treasure chest for getting through this room?]

He shrugged after glancing around. [Guess not.]

[Alright, let’s keep moving,] I said, heading to the exit of this room. [Hopefully there aren’t too many rooms we have to go through, this is taking way too long.]

[Give me a minute to summon another Skeletal Warrior. I’m betting we’ll run into a few more traps between here and the next room.]

We all stopped and turned while we waited, and then let Ben’s skeleton lead the way as soon as it was summoned. He ended up being right about there being traps along the way, and for a change they were particularly deadly ones if someone wasn’t careful. The first one was a pitfall with sharpened spikes sticking upwards, while the third was another of the crushers we had experienced a few days ago.

The second was the deadliest one as far as I was concerned. It was another pitfall, though this one had a spinning blade in the bottom, which quickly chopped the skeleton into little bits before it reset and we could safely cross it. It made me very appreciative of the fact that Sonja could detect traps and Ben could trigger them.

We soon arrived at the third room and there was another groan from Ben when he saw what we had to deal with. There was actually a staircase leading down to the apparent puzzle, which gave all of us a good vantage point. The floor seemed to be entirely made out of glass and there were square blocks that seemed to be strategically placed.

He turned back to us, and seemed none too happy. [This puzzle is probably very easy for a smaller group, but it’s a pain in the ass for one as big as ours. You can see that the floor is entirely glass, with those blocks placed to limit where we can walk. When you step on a piece of glass, it will crack, and the next person that steps on it will fall through. Puzzles like this aren’t lethal, and will instead teleport all of us back to the beginning, while resetting the puzzle. We need to make it through without crossing each other’s path.]

[I can help with this one,] I said, before beginning to shapeshift once more. When it was done, I wasn’t standing there as a dragonkin or a dragon, but as a gryphon.

[Ooh, good idea! Me first!] Anja said before walking over. I lowered myself so she could climb on and waited until she got a good grip before jumping in the air and flying across the room. She hopped off and I turned to fly back. It only took a few minutes to transport everyone across, and as soon as I landed with Mason on my back, there was a thumping sound which drew our attention over to a chest which had fallen in a corner of the room.

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The Witch Ch. 02

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Chapter two — Payment

Her home was a beautiful little cottage, deep in the woods. It looked like it belonged there, with plants growing wildly all around it, and some even climbing up the side of the walls. She led me into the cottage, and the inside was as beautiful as the outside, but also creepy. It was dimly lit, only by a small fire. Inside were a lot of charms, potions, herbs and other magical items. There was also a kitchen, a few chairs, and a huge bed. There were other items that I did not recognise. She led me over to a chair in front of the fire and I sat down, she sat opposite me.

“So tell me a little about yourself. I know much, of course, but I would like to hear it from you.” It wasn’t really a question but more of an order. One I couldn’t refuse.

“Okay, well my name is Alison, but you knew that. I am eighteen years old, and am not married and do not have any children.” I said, shrugging. She smiled devilishly.

“But are you a virgin?” She asked me, and I felt confused. Surely if I had said that I was not married then that means that I am a virgin?

“Like I said, I am not married, and zonguldak escort am without children.” I answered confused. She smiled, a little more kindly this time.

“Oh my girl, you are so innocent. I am going to have my work cut out for me here” She said, more to herself than me. “I need not ask any more questions, since that pretty much explains everything that I need to know. Now it is time for me to speak. I realize that you do not know much about me, and what you do know is most likely village gossip.” She said, shaking her head in disgust.

“So you are not a witch?” She burst out into joyous laughter at my question.

“Look around you girl, and what do you see? Would a normal person live alone in the woods with all sorts of unusual items? Yes, I am what most people refer to as a witch, but you see most people’s interpretations of a witch are incorrect. I am not in league with the devil, and have never met him, I also pray to God I never will. I am a very religious woman, and believe my powers originate from God. Although I was taught my ways, and was not born with it, I believe bursa escort it was from God in which these powers originally came from. But these powers also have side-effects, and I shall come to that later. Right now I want to speak about the deal I made with your father eighteen years ago.” She said, standing up and going over to the little kitchen area.

She mixed a few different liquids and came back over with two cups in her hands. She handed one to me and then sat opposite me. I looked into the cup and saw a strange purplish liquid. I assumed it was a drink of some sort, but was reluctant to try it.

“Drink while I speak.” Yet again this was more of an order, and I took a sip not wanting to anger someone who had just admitted to being a witch. The liquid tasted salty and tangy, but also had a bitter taste to it. I did not like it, but kept drinking as I did not want to offend her. “You see, the deal I made with your father all those years ago needs to be paid, and…” She said, but I cut her off.

“My father is dead.” I said, feeling the sorrow of my loss. She malatya escort chuckled a little bit and then took a sip of her drink before continuing.

“You misunderstand girl, the price is not for your father, and never was. He knew the price was for you, but clearly tried to keep you from it. I am sorry for what is about to happen Alison, but I am afraid there is no other way. Every form of magic has its price, and I am afraid in saving your life all those years ago there is a very big price to be paid. I already paid my price for it, now you need to pay up.” She said compassionately. As she spoke I began to feel lightheaded, and very dizzy. Everything in my vision became blurry, and I rubbed my eyes but sadly that had no effect. My head was pounding and I could hear a thumping in my ears. My heart was racing, and my breath came in short shallow pants.

“What have you done to me!?” I snapped at her. I stood up to escape but soon lay face down of the floor, my legs unable to support me.

“I am terribly sorry Alison. This needs to be done. All it is is a little potion to dull your senses, and put you to sleep. I promise you it will cause you no harm. In fact you will have the best sleep since your father died, and will wake well rested.” She said calmly. Everything began to go dull, and I managed to shout,

“Devil take you, you evil witch!” Before falling into a deep sleep. But I fear it came out no more than a whisper.

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The Tahari

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One

We are astride a kaiila, galloping through the Tahari to my oasis, where we stop and you dismount, reaching up to swing me off the beast’s back into your arms, kissing me passionately, throwing back the hood of the cloak, ripping aside the burnoose, kissing me over and over… alone in the desert where no one can see, you then carry me to the Oasis, a gleam in your eye as you place me on the sand.

You stand there, arms crossed, looking at me, a pensive look in your eyes. I look back, curious, my heart beating madly, still feeling your lips on mine, my mane tousled and wild from the desert nightbreeze, my cheeks chapped and burned from the wind and the ride.

“Submit, woman” you speak, calmly. I gasp, my eyes widening, a hand rising to cover my mouth. Blinking, thinking I misheard you, I shake my head, scrambling to my feet.

A few quick strides and you are towering over me, bent over, your grasp in my hair, forcing my head back, your blue eyes meeting mine, burning into mine, claiming them as you have so often claimed me. The pressure of your hand forces my body to lower, first to a crouch, then with a gasp, as you kick out with one boot, to my knees.

“I said, submit, woman” you repeat, your voice soft, yet your eyes revealing a hidden, deeper meaning. A soft moan escapes my lips as you speak these words, having known they could come at any time, and powerless to stop them, or you.

Two

I begin to tremble uncontrollably, my heart thumping so loudly in my chest I can scarcely even breathe. My mind reeling as you stand there so calmly, so assured, your hand in my hair, and me at my knees before you, the cloak billowing about my shaking form, my mane whipping around my shoulders and back. Taking a ragged breath, I look into your eyes, and say one word.

“No”.

I brace myself against what may happen next. According to the codes of a Gorean Rarius, if I were to submit freely, you would have 2 choices, and 2 choices only – to take me as your slave, or slay me. Refusing to submit, however, was another matter entirely, and I had no doubt in my mind that my death was the last issue on your mind at this ehn.

I am but female. A free female, a former panther, a woman well accustomed to pretty much going where she pleases, as long as my behaviour remained correct within the framework of a free female of Gor, and as long as my Brothers protected me and allowed my continued freedom. But you – you are a Rarius, a man of the Red caste, who had seen many a battle, a man who did not speak lightly or foolishly.

You had set your mind on having me when you first saw me, so long ago in Port Kar, when I was traveling with my band in our black robes of concealments and heavy veils. Unlike the other females of my band, I was courteous, even polite, friendly; my lack of hatred for men evident compared to my seething sisters of the forest.

You were not surprised when I left the forests and arrived in the Tahari last year. You knew I needed the company and bahçelievler escort security of men, my Brothers, my Family. You watched me as I trained the kajirae and verbally sparred with the Vizier, gently pushing the limits of the expectations placed upon me, offering the warmth and hospitality of Tor to guests and visitors.

Yet you also knew my loneliness and need for the freedom of open spaces. You saw how the walls, the robes, the veils, confined my spirit as I paced the terrace of the great palace and prowled the courtyards at night. You were not surprised when I fled to the desert, nor did you seek to hunt me as some did, you knew I would return.

You merely had to bide your time.

Three

I was not like other females you had come across. Some free women, in fact, most, would bat their lashes at you over their veils and flirt outrageously at banquets. You would chuckle to yourself as you remained impassive, polite, respectful. You knew it was only a matter of time before these women found their Masters, and their necks would become encased with the steel of their need.

Many slaves you had had, most were pleasant, some were imminently forgettable, a few others were quite stunningly beautiful, and exciting, and pleased you greatly. Their sultry gait, their smoldering body language, the nuance of their gaze as they did not meet your eyes, their delicious squirming at your feet, begging to be used – ahh what could be more tantalizing.

But still you thought of me.

You did not approach me in Tor much except for the occasional polite exchange, you kept to yourself as I laughed and teased my Brothers, watched in amusement as I drank paga like a man and hurled furniture around in frustration like the panther I was during the waxing of the Moons. The first time you witnessed that you looked to the Vizier with eyebrows raised, but he merely shrugged, took another pull of his wine, and remarked casually “The moons, it’ll pass”.

You wondered if I had lovers. You wondered why I had no kajirus, no male silk slave to sate my appetites. You watched me with the girls, and saw no sign of attraction on my part to their femaleness other than frank admiration and pride for their beauty and sensuality. You wondered, and you bided your time.

Four

It was towards the end of the desert winter when you found the Oasis. You had been traveling by kaiila for many days, and were exhausted, thirsty, and well in need of a bath. I offered you water and shelter, but did not invite you into my tent that first night.

You became a frequent visitor at the Oasis, bringing me food, news of Tor, and companionship. You laughed at my antics as I climbed the ladders gathering the dates and cut my palms until they bled on the spiney fronds of the leaves. You drank paga with me and threw quivas, beating me every time, chuckling at my growls as I tried to best you.

And still I did not invite you to my tent. You bağcılar escort would lay awake at night, under the giant palm where you slept, hands propped under your head, listening to my laboured breathing and the occasional moans in my sleep.

You could only guess at my fevered dreams, my perspiration-soaked furs.

You could not know that I was biding my time too.

Five

And then you were called away for several weeks on a mercenary mission, and spent some time traveling through Klima on your way back.

You listened to the Wolf Brothers and their bragging, and chuckled as they playfully mentioned an Oasis a few pasangs away where a panther lay in hiding. You knew they did not hunt her, as too many Wolves were Brothers to her.

You even suspected that this panther has perhaps mated with a wolf or two, on occasion. You knew that the panther in the desert was no chaste female, yet to place steel around her tanned neck would be akin to throwing her to the desert urts.

You knew her spirit would break if she were indeed captured. She could be tamed, but never owned.

You were determined. You were biding your time no longer.

You returned to the Oasis to find me somewhat subdued, almost cool to you, and yet agitated. You watched me carefully as I paced incessantly, drank too much paga, and disappeared for interminable walks in the desert by myself.

You knew.

I was female.

I needed a man.

I needed you.

Six

I was brushing my hair, sitting crosslegged on my furs, when you entered my tent. I looked up, and before I had a chance to berate you for violating my privacy and my modesty, you had taken up the brush, kneeled behind me, and begun grooming me. You did not speak. You didn’t have to.

Were you surprised at the ferocity of my ardor? Were you taken aback by the exuberance of my fervor, the way I urged you to take me so swiftly, so completely? Did you imagine I would respond so passionately?

My tent was the twinned beating of hearts, the center of the universe entire. Entwined, neither of us were even certain where one of us began and the other left off. Was it days, weeks, months? The nights found us flushed and heated, our moans could be heard for pasangs. No wonder the desert sleen howled even when the Moons were incomplete.

We were.

Seven

“I can’t”, I choke out, my throat constricting. So it comes to this. After weeks and weeks of love and freedom in the desert, now it comes to this. I can feel my belly roiling, my mind almost collapsing into itself. You are not the first man who has tried to capture me, oh no. I was even in the steel of one man for about 2 weeks some 2 years ago, and that brief episode taught me well to abhor the concept.

I am a woman of Gor. I have been taught since birth that some day I may have to save my own life, and learned the submission position and the words that would make me slave. As panther I narrowly ümraniye escort avoided nets and bolas, capture scents and arrows. As a woman under the protection of men, I kept a tight lid on my sharp tongue and biting wit so as not to insult or provoke a man into collaring me.

As a woman I knew I was vulnerable.

As a woman I had taken a great risk.

As a woman I had fallen in love with a man.

Eight

I shook my head violently, and closed my eyes.

I knew I could not live my life as a slave, not even your slave. Your slave… I allowed my mind to entertain that concept for a heartbeat, and felt my body respond. But my mind could not. My heart could not.

“No, I can’t. I won’t.”

My voice sounded steady, even to my own swirling consciousness. A sharp intake of breath – mine? yours? – as your sword left your scabbard, the sickening sound of steel unsheathing, and the cold press of steel against my chin.

“I know”. Your voice is soft, almost a whisper. My eyes fly open and regard yours with wonder. Are you weeping? Are those tears? It must be the desert wind. The sand stings like insect bites. Your sword… it’s lowering, it’s slicing through a lock of my hair, you are holding the shorn curl in your palm, clenching it, your sword is lowering to my chest, pushing my cloak off my shoulders where it flutters to the sand below me, spreading out in a black river of cloth.

“I had to do this, Guinne. Don’t you see? If I didn’t…”, your voice trails off as your sword slices through the leather laces of the bodice, and I gasp as the garment slips down my torso, joining the cloak on the sands below. Your voice is thick with lust, and longing. I am half-naked before you, and I am completely at your mercy.

Nine

Taking a ragged breath, I close my eyes again, my hands tightly at my sides. I am still. I do not raise my arms, nor do I cross my wrists. I do not rise. I am neither slave, nor equal to you. I am female.

A soft gasp as your sword is tossed to the sand, and you sink to your knees beside me, gathering me to you. Your face is pressed against my head, your arms are tight around my body. Your fingers lightly stroke my bare back, I tingle, and shiver at the touch.

“I will not collar you, girl”, you whisper. “Nor will you submit. But I know you belong to me, that you are meant for none other than I. You are female, an exciting, beautiful, passionate female, and I will have you as mine, any way I choose. I choose for you to remain free, for it pleases me.

“Know this – you will not submit to me as a slave. But you will submit to me as a woman. My woman”. And with those words, you rise to your feet, lifting me up with you. With a quick practiced move, you grasp my waist firmly and raise me up, tossing me over your left shoulder, your arm cradled about my backside. You stride quickly to my tent, and toss me to the furs, your eyes blazing in their blue intensity.

I am trembling. I gasp my acceptance of your terms, and open my arms to you.

The leathers are hastily yanked off, and before I can even catch my breath you are claiming me, swiftly, almost brutally, my wrists pinned above my head by your strong hands, your body pressing me almost motionless against the furs as you fuck me. You will make me yield to you. My eyes close, a tear rolls down my cheek, and I smile. I am yours.

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The machine finally completed, Jake sat on his chair by the machine. Covered in dirt and sweat exhausted, years of work in fact it was his lifes work, and he was done. He slumped over in his chair nodding as it was now 2am and the storm outside was like a lullaby as his eyes slowly closed. A man just over 40 and his lack of sleep catching up to him. His graying hair a mess he stroked his gotee and he hadn’t shaved in days.

The machine would prove his theory on multiple realms as he called them. One last adjustment inside he thought as he climbed in. Had he’d been more awake he would have made sure the breakers were off and locked out the power box, but he was far from awake and the breakers were the last thing on his mind. The bolt that needed tightening was in an odd spot to get to it he had to go inside and close the üsküdar escort door. With a click of the door he closed himself in. Tightening the bolt took all his might he had left. Just as he finished tightening the bolt he heard a loud crash of thunder, and at that moment his body was filled with pain. So much pain he must have passed out because all he saw was darkness…

When he opened his eyes he had to blink several times to get them to focus. What happened? Where am I? How long was I out? Why can’t I move? All these questions entered his mind but it was as if he was unable to move or even speak. He started trying to remember what happened. I was in the machine, just finished tightening the bolt above the door. Was there a flash of light? No it was a crash… No it was thunder which means lightening. His eyes got big with the realization… OH MY GOD THE MACHINE WAS HIT POWER SURGE! His mind swimming It must have worked, but where gaziemir escort am I? Trying to take stock of his surroundings. First he noticed he had some feeling back but was still unable to move more than his head. Whatever he was on was some type of fabric. He tried again to lift his head but it was as if he had motion sickness. He closed his eyes tight for a moment but it still felt like he was moving or being lifted but the fabric was still underneath him so he figured it was in his head… He was wrong.

In an instant he was in darkness to make it worse his body was now pinned behind him the fabric to his front what he could only think felt like hot putty. His body feels like its being jiggled up and down. The jiggling motion cause Jake to regain some feeling in his limbs. He starts to do what scientist do and begins analyzing his situation. “Ok so maybe if I can stretch my arms out it may give me some insight as to where I sancaktepe escort am.” Jake starts working his hands outstretching them in both directions.

To his left he feels a void. To his right his arm still feels trapped. “Ok so better option is left.” As he slowly starts squirming to the left something knocks him hard to the left. He falls into the void and the fabric catches him like a slide. He drops several feet before the fabric seems to shift up. “Ok Jake now what?” Looking around squinting in the darkness to see.

“Its like I’m in a hammock or something similar.” His eyes finally adjusting and giving himself a chance to better understand his surroundings. To his left appears to be a bottomless pit. To his right another bottomless pit. In front the fabric covers up and behind him it also curves up. Jake sits down replaying the events that led him to his situation. But before he has time he smells something odd. Standing up the smell seems worse. Looking up he sees the putty like thing he was pressed against.

“If I didn’t know better I’d swear that is a giant ass.” Looking and sniffing “smells like one too.” Walking forward and sniffing more the scent changing, “OH MY GOD ITS A WOMAN IM IN HER PANTIES!” Jake sits staring up at this woman’s sex. “Ok if I’m this small I require less oxygen, that’s why I’m still alive.”

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Another Milktec facility shut down today amidst allegations of more misconduct and malfeasance. Over two hundred hucows and roughly seventy-five bulls are being transferred to new facilities as a result. While government inspectors have spearheaded the investigation, Milktec itself chose to close the facility and redistribute the volunteers and staff. As this site was designated as a chemical development location, one of only five such licensed facilities, authorities were concerned about the safety of any experimental serum. The serum is highly valued on the black market both domestically, where it is sold to competing companies, and abroad where it is sold to competing governments. If you or anyone have any information regarding such illicit material contact your local authorities immediately.

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Kevin turned off the radio and glanced nervously at his closet. What had he done? A month ago, it started as a joke. One thing led to another. An old buddy offered to introduce him to a guy who brought him to another guy who gave him a number to call. Before Kevin realized how far he’d gone, he was meeting a man in a diner with $100 in his pocket to trade for a vial and a syringe. Even then he tried to back out, but the man was not the kind you turn down in a deal. A day later, it sat in a shoe box in his closet, weighing on his conscience.

What would his family think? Same as all the other families like his. His parents would call him a pervert. Disown him as publically as possible and demand he join the military to pay off his sins. He wouldn’t have much choice either, not since he’d blown all his money on an illegal drug to use for who knows what. Kevin punched himself in the leg. What was I going to do? Put it in her coffee or something? Then what? Hope she’s so grateful that she decides to fuck me? God help me, this got out of hand.

The girl occupying his thoughts lived only a single wall away. Elizabeth dominated many of his waking thoughts and all of his dreams. How many nights had she come home after riding around with one of those high school boyfriends of hers while he waited in his room reading comics? She treated Kevin kindly. Brotherly. And otherwise did not think of him at all. Despite living together for almost two years, he didn’t think she’d ever even visited his room.

Their odd living arrangement came together at an unusual time due to troubling events. Elizabeth’s father and Kevin’s father knew each other from the war. Growing up, Elizabeth and Kevin treated each other as cousins, who didn’t care for each other very much. Elizabeth always wanted to spend time with the adults while Kevin enjoyed rolling in the mud with the other boys. Elizabeth’s mother died and her family grew distant from Kevin’s. Until her father was arrested for espionage. Rather than doom his daughter, he begged Kevin’s family to take her in. No one in town knew the circumstances except for Kevin and his family. So far as everyone else knew, Elizabeth was a cousin who came to finish her last year of school before staying on to help Kevin’s mother around the house.

Two years passed. Both Kevin and Elizabeth graduated with the latter becoming the favorite of not only the town, but of Kevin’s own family. Popping up out of no where, Elizabeth levied her city education against the rural school to quickly become a straight A student. She went on to grab every other accolade available — fall dance queen, captain of the cheerleading squad, and even assistant editor of the school newspaper. By comparison, Kevin felt like a disappointment. He muddled through school, struggled to keep friends, and, while Elizabeth melded into the small town society, Kevin always stuck out, as though he shouldn’t belong.

He knew his parents thought pretty much the same things because of their less than subtle suggestions about joining the army. His mother would often leave pamphlets lying around while his father would spend whole meals regaling the table with fantastic stories about his time in Europe. Dear old dad never liked talking about the nightmares, though. Or things like trench foot. Or how no one really knew where the army’s lines were or if the Soviets were even still fighting. Instead, his father loved to rumble on about how ol’ Boris was on the back foot now that so and so’s son was on his way over.

As Kevin was a single son of a single son, he qualified for deferred and non-deployed service. This special qualification allowed him seven hundred days after graduation before he needed to report for stateside training. He would then be relegated to working in a clerical office for six months before being allowed to return to society while listed as reserved. Meanwhile, all his school chums competed for college deferments which would provide similar exemptions. Those who failed to get one would tuzla escort be shipped to basic training and subsequently off to fight the Soviets for reasons no one really ever bothered to explain.

Elizabeth also planned to go to college. In some ways, it relieved Kevin to know they wouldn’t be confined to the same space for much longer. In other ways, his heart pounded with anxiety to think about not seeing her every day. Even the hope of glancing her in the bath would be gone. “I’m such a creep,” he said, to the empty room.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He wasn’t unattractive, but boyish and immature in face. All the girls, not only Elizabeth, had passed him over for being scrawny or freckled. Football players spent all day in the weight room, now they’ll spend years in trenches. If they come back, I’ll have seniority over them. They”ll have to lick my boot to get a job. The bitter thoughts brought him no solace. He sighed.

Kevin believed he had once been different. Elizabeth changed him. Before her, he lived a dumb life, uncaring and ignorant to the ways of the world. When Elizabeth came, Kevin began to want things. He wanted her. To get her, he needed popularity or muscles or a car or a future. An inability to get those things soured him, but now he had a way.

He peeked out of his room and listened carefully for the sound of anyone else in the house. All quiet. All still. He closed the door with a creak and clicked the lock shut. Though he thought it silly, he crept on tip toe over to the closet and withdrew the shoe box. From within, he took out the case, a wooden box meant for reading glasses, the kind old ladies always lost in their purses. Again he paused to listen for any noise, the case clutched against his chest.

Everyone knew the stories. The bulls of Milktec Industries took a shot and suddenly became Greek Gods, champions of men and conquerors of women. Kevin imaged the drug worked like one of his comic book origin stories. Captain Neutron, being exposed to neutron waves, goes from mild mannered scientist to leader of the Atomic Brigade. Strong enough to lift boulders and stand against hails of bullets. It seemed impossible such a small thing could make such a tremendous change to a man or woman’s body.

He pulled the vial out of the case. The glass container looked about two inches tall, similar to the drops he’d been given for an ear infection once. This one had a cork cap for a syringe and not a dropper, though. The label read “MILKTEC INDUSTRIES SERUM 1562 GRADE AA 2311.” A plastic seal covered the top to indicate it had not been tampered with. The man who sold it to him made sure to mention that. Kevin guessed it eased some people’s worries. Kevin wasn’t sure which was worse, it actually being the serum or dying from injecting arsenic into himself.

“Guess there’s no going back now,” he said. His parents left for the weekend, and he didn’t expect Elizabeth home for hours.

Carefully, he peeled away the plastic and readied the needle. The man said to inject up to the third line, so Kevin stuck the needle in and pulled the plunger until the liquid swirled up to the third line. His hands shook with nerves, and cold sweat ran down his back. With great care, he put the needle on the top of his dresser. After unfastening his belt and dropping his pants, he pulled down his briefs to expose his right buttock. He never thought his medic training in school would be useful anywhere other than the war.

The needle slid in painlessly. He took a deep breath and pushed down the plunger. He held the breath until it stung his lungs, waiting for the shot’s pain to go away and some kind of radical change to come over him. Nothing happened. He pulled out the syringe and carefully cleaned it with alcohol. Instead of returning it to his closet, he stowed the case in the top drawer of his dresser, figuring if he started to die and needed to show the medics what he had done to himself, the drawer would be easier to reach than his closet.

Leaving his pants off, he looked at himself in the mirror again. This time he stepped closer, scanning his features for any subtle change. Nothing. Maybe the man had sold him saline. Kevin felt no different other than a subsiding excitement and a growing knot of dread and shame. Sullenly, he went over to his bed and flopped down. Grabbing one of his comic books from nearby, he started to read, but quickly fell asleep.

***

Kevin woke. Something’s wrong. His body felt stiff and ached with fatigue. The house was dark, but enough daylight remained to make out the clock. Four hours had passed since he’d done the injection. Shit, I passed out. As his senses returned, he grew wildly uncomfortable. With no small effort, he stood up and clicked on the light. Wanting water, he almost went into the hall before realizing he only wore his briefs. Pausing to assess himself, pendik escort he knew something had changed.

He went to his mirror again and jumped at the sight of a stranger in his room. “Wait, gee, is that me?” He waved his hand, and the man in the mirror waved back. I look completely different. No, still me, but you wouldn’t know it. Once he focused, he saw many of the features he’d known his whole life. His eyes hadn’t changed, nor had his hair color. The ache in his body had an explanation though, his bones had grown. Kevin’s jaw was more pronounced, and his shoulders were no longer narrow and hunched inward. Holding up his arm, he flexed a sizable bicep. It amazed him.

Nothing compared to the what had happened to his manhood. The severe discomfort he felt on waking was due to his dick and testicles growing out of his briefs. His cock was limp, but twice as long as it had been. Crowded beneath, his testicles looked about the size of baseballs. They made it difficult for him to walk, but his thighs had slimmed and maybe even his pelvis repositioned to accommodate. With some finesse, he pulled off the briefs and stood stark naked in front of the mirror.

“Ho-ly shit,” he said, taking his newly changed cock into his hand. “Could this even fit in a girl?”

The second he thought about sex, his ten inches began to move. It felt good, like the first stretch after a long night’s sleep. His hand gripped the cock tighter. The familiar motion seemed strange with his new length and girth. The head had changed somewhat, less mushroom shaped and flatter at the very tip. He grew more aware of his balls as he stroked, having never exactly been aware of them before. They felt full, like his stomach would after a heavy meal. Looking in the mirror, he couldn’t help but be proud of his physique. Muscular and athletic, stroking a 10 inch dick. He imagined Elizabeth salivating at the sight of him.

As he jerked himself off, the pressure in his balls increased. With a new determination, he jerked himself towards orgasm. Strange images invaded his mind. He imagined large pendulous breasts swaying underneath a woman as he rammed into her from behind. The large round shape of a thick ass swaying back and forth in front of him, tantalizing him to mount her. His hand slid over the head of his dick, feeling a copious amount of precum slide back down his shaft.

In the back of his mind, he knew he heard something. A car or footsteps or a door knob turning, but a part of him willingly ignored it. Those things didn’t matter to someone like him, so what if someone found him.

The door opened before he could react, “Hey Kev, I’m glad you’re up I need — oh my god!” Elizabeth brought her hand to her mouth in a gasp.

Kevin turned to face her, knowing he should be ashamed, but also knowing he had no real way out of it. “Heya Liz.” She wore her school sweater and a knee length skirt with a pair of cream pumps. Kevin loved the way she looked in that skirt, and his cock did nothing to hide that fact. “I can explain.”

***

Elizabeth flushed from embarrassment, “What the hell are you doing? What’s happened to you?! Cover yourself!” Despite her protestations, her eyes roamed over his body voraciously, particularly interested in his still rigid cock.

He grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around himself, “Look, why are you barging in my room anyway.”

She shook her head, a vain attempt to shake the image of Kevin’s massive cock from her thoughts. “How did this happen? How do you look like that?”

Kevin could smell something. Fresh cut flowers and cinnamon, he thought. Like an apple pie in springtime. It filled his lungs, and his cock got harder. “I bought some Milktec Serum.”

“You took that stuff? Kevin that could have killed you!”

She moved back in the doorway, and the smell moved with her. It grew stronger, almost enough for him to taste. “It didn’t. I think it’s a big improvement actually. Sure you don’t want to see.” He dropped the blanket, and her eyes went back to his cock.

Nervously, she turned away from him, looking down the hallway. In a quick movement, she stepped inside of his room and shut the door behind her. “Kevin, I’m going to tell you something,” she said, turning to face him. “I’ve seen other boys. That is the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”

Kevin walked over to the bed and sat down, his legs spread wide to accommodate his balls. His cock bobbed resiliently in the air. “Wanna touch it?” he said, playfully.

Elizabeth pursed her lips, “We can’t do that. It’s wrong. You’re like my brother.”

“Come on, who would know? What did you do with those other guys that you can’t do with me?”

Elizabeth moved closer to him, “Well, I would, I would put their dick in my mouth. Blowjob is what it’s called. You don’t actually blow though, you suck. I would suck on their dicks until they were about maltepe escort to finish. They would finish in a cup or something. One time, Richard Finley ruined one of my sweaters.”

Kevin scowled, “You sucked Richard Finley’s dick?”

“We were going steady at the time,” she said defiantly.

Kevin decided not to dwell on her history. He couldn’t stop imagining her cute lips wrapped around the head of his new, lengthy cock, and he could tell that she was interested. “What does it feel like? I mean, do the guys enjoy it.”

“What do you think?” she said. She stood very close to him. The hem of her skirt brushed against his knees. “I guess…I guess I’ll show you.”

She got on her knees in front of him. Kevin concentrated on not blowing his load right then. He’d dreamed of this moment countless times. This gorgeous girl he’d had a crush on for years was about to slurp his cock into her mouth. Her hands looked incredibly small as she neared his cock. A shudder went through his body as she touched his dick for the first time. Her hands were soft with pink fingernail polish the nails. Moving her hand closer, she wrapped her palm around the middle of his dick, and he let out an involuntary groan.

Elizabeth was trapped in a loop of disbelief and amazement. She’d gone all the way with Richard Finley, but he’d been nothing like this. Thinking about Kevin’s cock being stuffed in her pussy made her panties wet, even soaking through to the bloomers underneath her skirt. She moved her hand up and down the whole length of it, pleased to see the clear liquid oozing from the tip. She knew that meant the guy was really excited. Moving her head down, she teased the tip of his cock with her tongue, getting a taste of the fluid. It tasted amazing, like a strawberry cream float.

Kevin’s eye rolled back in his head. Elizabeth lowered her mouth onto his cock. Her tongue swirled along the underside, and her hand continued working up and down his shaft. Surprisingly, she moved her other hand up to cradle and massage his balls. Kevin never felt more pleasure in his life, and he could feel his climax building. What truly shocked him was Elizabeth’s enthusiasm. She moaned around the dick in her mouth, once or twice pulling it out to jack it off with a more determined purpose. Finally, she pulled on his balls as she slowly ran her tongue up the length of his shaft while looking at him in the eyes. It was too much.

Cum surged out of the tip of his dick, splashing on Elizabeth’s face and hair. Shocked, she let go, but the next gout sprayed on her school sweater, leaving pearly drops of semen running down the big letter R of Richvale High. She closed her eyes as drops of cum spilled into her eye lashes. Kevin regained his sense as the last of his cum oozed out into a puddle on the floor. “Oh Liz, I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold it or…”

“There was so much!” she said, wiping it off of her face with her sleeve. She took off the soiled garment and dropped it beside her. Kevin’s cock stirred again as he looked at her bra. “Kevin, I want you to go all the way with me. I have to have that monster inside of me!”

Kevin’s heart jumped. “You want to have sex?”

“Of course, it feels so nice having something big and hot filling you up.” She stood and unhooked her skirt letting it fall into a pile at her feet. She stood before him in her underwear, and his cock started to stand up again. “Look at you, already hard again! This Milktec stuff is amazing. Here, help take off my bra. Have you ever seen a girl’s breasts before?”

Kevin stammered, “Oh, uh, sure.” He worked at the clasp for long, awkward period of time before it came loose. Elizabeth held the bra on with her hands as she turned to face him. Kevin waited on the edge of the bed, his new muscular legs ready to pounce on her in excitement. Slowly, she lowered the bra away from her body, and her breasts spilled into view. They were like nothing Kevin had ever seen before. Beautiful creamy white teardrops crowned in small pink nipples that stood out almost as erect as his cock. “You can touch them if you want.”

Kevin reached his hands out immediately and began feeling the soft flesh. He flicked his thumbs over the nipples, admiring how coarse they felt compared to the softness around them. One hand went behind her back and with little effort moved her closer to him. His new strength made her almost weightless to him. Moving his hands down her back, he hooked his thumbs in the waistline of her panties. With a quick jerk, he pulled them down and she stepped out of them. The sweet smell he noticed earlier clouded his senses. As his head was level with her breasts, it felt natural to lightly kiss along her chest. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the erect nub. Elizabeth’s hands raked up his back and tousled his hair.

With one fluid motion, he had lifted her up in the air, flipped her around and dropped her on the bed. A primal instinct took over, and she welcomed him to revel in the pleasure of her body. Her thighs wrapped around his hips as he positioned himself on top of her. Moving up to look at her, he trailed kisses up her neck and nibbled at her ear. “Oh, Kevin,” she whispered. Her hands pulled on his butt, urging him forward.

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The Visit – Epilogue

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Nathan walked up the stairs towards Kayla’s apartment. Each step caused his leg to brush against his newly engorged member, a sensation he wasn’t familiar with but guessed he’d have to get used to. Even flaccid, he was now so much bigger than he’d been before. He’d had to pick his clothing tactically so as not to give the game away. He had a plan in his mind for how tonight was going to go and it hinged on Kayla having no idea about his improvements until he wanted her to.

Reaching her door he paused for a moment, calming himself down ahead of what should be an amazing night, before knocking on the door. After a few seconds he heard the sound of a chain lock being removed before the door opened. Kayla was stood in a tight and incredibly revealing dress, every part of her cleavage visible and almost her underwear too.

“Hi there, I’m Kayla, I… wait… no fucking way, it’s you!”

It had taken Kayla a second to recognise him and now she was stood with a stupid, mocking grin. That was fine though, that was exactly what Nathan wanted.

“H-hi Kayla,” he stammered, committing to the act of him still being the meek and mild guy she’d taken advantage of.

“Oh this is precious. You didn’t get any from me back then and so you’ve paid me for it now?” she cackled. “Come on in then,” she beckoned him.

Nathan tentatively walked through the door, deliberately hunching his posture to make himself seem more unsure. The apartment was nothing to look at but it definitely screamed Kayla, little bits of pink tat and flowery designs on the things she owned.

“Take a seat, big boy,” she mocked him.

Nathan did as she asked, laughing internally at the irony of her insults. It was strange, because he expected to be at least a little hurt if she was exactly the same as she had been and was still going to try and insult him every chance she got, but if anything he found it quaint and amusing. Saryss had clearly rubbed off on him more than he thought.

“So, where the fuck did you get that amount of cash from?” she asked him sitting opposite him on the sofa.

“Oh, er, my great aunt passed away and left me some money.”

Nathan hoped she would be dense enough to buy that and fortunately he was right.

“And your instinct was to pay for sex with me? Stalker much,” she laughed viciously.

“Oh no, a friend of mine told me about you. I didn’t want to do it at first but I… I used to think we had something…”

“Aww, even after all this time? Fuck me you’re pathetic. Move on!”

“I mean I’ve tried but you told anyone who would listen what had happened. It’s even followed me to college!”

Nathan was giving her a chance to at least show some empathy. He was willing to go a little easier on her if she did, but no such thing came back.

“Well it’s not my fault that A: you have a tiny, tiny, tiny cock and B: you weren’t smart enough to realise you were being played!”

Well, if those were cards she wanted to play, Nathan thought.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. It must have been so embarrassing for you to keep pretending to like me,” he said, laying on the sincerity act as thickly as possible.

“Oh it was a hoot actually. Turns out I have a knack for getting pathetic men to do what I want and now they pay me for it,” she said smugly. “Speaking of which, I’m nothing if not a professional. So, how do you wanna do this?”

Now was the time to start his plan. Nathan had carefully thought out how best to do this and how he would achieve it. He believed Kayla would be arrogant enough to follow his instructions without thinking about them too much and now was time to test that.

“Well ever since what happened I’ve had a few, er, issues…”

“Can’t get it up? Jesus and I thought it was small before!” she laughed cruelly.

“No, no, not that. Well, not just that. More of a body confidence sort of thing. I can only really do it if I know you’re not looking at my… size.”

“I promise not to laugh, Nathan. We can pinky swear if you like or would that hit too close to home?”

Nathan had to hand it to her, she was becoming more and more creative with her insults. He felt bulletproof at this point however and all it was doing was strengthening his resolve.

“I-if you could turn around and bend over please,” he said as meekly as he could.

“Jeez, will it even go in? Fine,” she grinned.

Kayla turned and got herself onto all fours on the sofa before pulling up her skirt and dropping her underwear. Despite his steely resolve, Nathan still felt a rush of adrenaline at finally seeing her this way. Her ass was a perfect round peach and he felt his cock start to swell at the sight of it.

“This what you’re after?” she said nonchalantly as if she was bored.

“Perfect,” Nathan said, actually meaning it this time.

“Damn fucking right it is. You know I still can’t believe how the fuck you ever thought that you’d be getting to experience this. I mean you’re a nice guy and everything çeşme escort but how didn’t you know you were so small? Didn’t you ever watch porn or anything or even look at some of the other guys in the locker room? I bet you didn’t even have to wear a cup during sports and… wait what’s that?”

While Kayla had been going on another tirade against him, Nathan had stripped down and finally let his cock go free. He wasn’t as big as when he’d taken Saryss’s ass, but he was still around 18 inches long and as wide as a soda can, way, way beyond most men. He’d positioned himself behind her and gently placed his cock head on the opening of her pussy.

“Hey, I didn’t say you could use toys,” Kayla spat, still none the wiser to what was actually happening.

“It’s not a toy,” Nathan said coolly.

“Bullshit, what else can it b…”

Kayla had looked over her shoulder. Her eyes told the story Nathan had wanted to see in them ever since he knew he was coming tonight. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“What the fuc…aaaaahhhhh!”

Nathan had grabbed her hips and pulled her back as he thrust forward, forcing his cockhead and a couple more inches inside her in one fell swoop. She wasn’t as slick as Saryss had been but then again he wasn’t expecting her to be.

“Ohmyfuckinggod!” Kayla moaned.

There was still shock in her voice but that moan was definitely tinged with pleasure too. Nathan started to thrust slowly and steadily in and out of her, feeling less and less resistance as he did so and grinning when she started to push back.

“How is it so big?” Kayla said between moans.

“Growth spurt maybe, happens to some men,” Nathan replied as nonchalantly as he could. “Is it the biggest cock you’ve had?”

“It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, never mind had!” Kayla groaned.

“Wait til you have all of it then,” Nathan said confidently.

“All of i… oh fuuuuuccckkk!!!”

Nathan pushed forward as forcibly as he could, just about burying the last of his cock inside Kayla. He used to dream about this in his weaker moments but the bizarre reality was far superior. He could feel Kayla shaking, the vibrations setting his cock alight with sensation, and her moans intensifying by the second. She was clearly about to cum. With a grin, Nathan pulled out of her entirely.

“W-wait, what are you doing? Don’t stop!” she barked at him.

Nathan shrugged his shoulders.

“Nah, I think I’m good,” he said, laying out the bait for her to take.

“No, no, please! Please put it back inside me!” Kayla cried, her bark softening to a whimper as she got to her feet.

“Oh, you weren’t about to cum were you?” Nathan said, feigning ignorance.

“Yes I… y-you bastard, you knew I was gonna cum and you stopped on purpose!” she shouted, stamping her foot petulantly.

“Not nice when someone is so close to making you feel amazing and then takes it away is it?”

Kayla opened her mouth to argue back and stopped. Nathan could see the rage seething behind her eyes as she not only realised that Nathan had been playing her all along but that he’d done the exact same thing to her as she’d done to him.

“Look, don’t be a fucking pussy. You’ve got me on a silver platter here and I’ll do anything you want ok? Just please for fucks sake get that thing back inside me!”

“Or you could just pull me off, I mean after all, I am paying for this right?”

“You… but… argh! Fine, I’ll do it,” she said through slightly gritted teeth.

Kayla removed the rest of her clothes as defiantly as she could, exposing the rest of her incredible body. Nathan could tell his eyes were bulging again as her two soft round breasts were exposed, each looking like a nice little handful but obviously nowhere near as big as Saryss’s had been. She knelt before him as if about to pray at the shrine of his godly cock and placed her hands either side of his rock hard shaft.

“Do a good job and I might consider using this thing on you again,” Nathan grinned down at her.

Kayla glowered at him as she started to pump his cock. Even with a look of contempt on her face, Nathan was being reminded of how attractive he used to find her before everything went wrong. She was still very attractive of course, it was just a shame they couldn’t have been doing this in different circumstances…

Nathan shook himself mentally. He couldn’t allow himself to feel nostalgic for the time they had spent together, especially as it had all been a ruse anyway.

“So you really do this now huh?” he asked her.

“Yes and don’t even bother trying to make me feel ashamed or some shit…” she growled back.

“It’s fine, I’ve thought you were a whore for a while anyway,” he grinned.

“Ha ha, you’re so witty and smart,” she said with so much sarcasm it was palpable. “But keep laughing, cause it’s guys like you who are my main customers, stupid, pathetic men who want to bend to my every whim.”

“Oh başakşehir escort so you’re a dominatrix then?”

“More like a fucking goddess. Sometimes I don’t even let them cum, I just watch them squirm and then boot them out when I’m satisfied.”

“And yet here you are, following every instruction I give you,” Nathan continued to grin.

“Don’t get fucking used to it, you paid above the odds for this and that’s the only reason you’re getting away with it.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” Nathan mused. “You see I’d believe you but just now when I told you you were following my every instruction, you started pumping my cock harder.”

“W-well that means nothing, I just want this over and done with now so I can have my money and you can fuck off,” she said defiantly.

“Of course you do. And it’s definitely not turning you on the idea that a man like me could take control and make you do anything he wanted to.”

As if her body was subconsciously betraying her, Nathan felt Kayla’s pace quicken once again. Her eyes that had been so full of hatred were now betraying something else, a want, a passion. Saryss had taught him a lot, one way or another, and now it was time to put that to use. He grabbed hold of Kayla’s hair and pulled her back slightly.

“Hey, what the fu…”

In a single swift movement, Nathan lined up his cock with Kayla’s mouth and silenced her by pushing her down onto it. She wasn’t able to take very much, the head at most, but that was something he could work on. He heard her mumbling and trying to shout in protest, but what pleased him was that she wasn’t pushing back on his hand. It was like her brain and her body were in two separate spaces, with her brain still trying to resist but her body giving in entirely.

“What was that? I can’t hear you over my cock in your mouth,” Nathan mocked her.

For a moment Nathan was worried she might bite down, a possibility he hadn’t thought about in his pride fogged mind and one he definitely didn’t want to have to deal with, but instead she surprised him by continuing to stroke his shaft and starting to roll her tongue around the head of his cock. He let her continue until he felt her push back a little and finally released her. She was breathing heavily as she sat back on her heels for a moment. The look in her eyes had shifted almost entirely away from impudent rage to overwhelmed desire.

“You got something to say?” he asked her.

“I… p-please use me however you want,” she seemed to tremble.

Nathan intended to anyway, but hearing those words come out of her mouth made it all the sweeter. He tenderly ran his hand through her hair again, feeling her tense with anticipation at his touch.

“I’m going to take your mouth again. And then I’m going to fuck it. I’m going to keep fucking it until you’re practically choking on my dick and then I’m gonna cum and you’re going to swallow all of it. Have I made myself clear?”

“Y-yes,” she said, quivering with desire.

He lined her up again, this time with her back to the sofa and each of his hands either side of her head with a handful of hair in each, and she opened her mouth wide and ready to receive him. He made her wait for a moment, grinning as he watched a little drool escape her mouth, before tightening his grip and thrusting in. He only managed to get in a little further than before, about 6 to 7 inches, but he could tell there was room for more. He pulled out and thrust back in, repeating this motion in a steady rhythm and steadily getting more and more inside her.

Nathan started to hear little ‘hocks’ and ‘gulps’ from Kayla as he steadily got deeper and pulled out and got deeper and then pulled out. He could see her eyes were watering, little streaks of mascara starting to leak down her cheeks, but she also wasn’t pulling away at all. She was doing exactly as she was told. He was getting steadily deeper into her throat now, far past just the warm, wet confines of her mouth. The tightness of her throat coupled with the visual of it being her he was doing it to was pushing Nathan to the edge. It wouldn’t be long now.

He wondered for a moment exactly how big his load would be? It had gotten steadily larger with Saryss and the last one would have probably killed a normal human being. He guessed he would find out.

“Are you ready to swallow my big load?” he said, staring down at Kayla.

She made a muffled noise that sounded like a ‘yes’. Already feeling the swell in his balls starting to move up his shaft, Nathan threw his whole body weight forward to bury as much cock in Kayla’s throat as possible. He heard her gag slightly as the first blast of his cum erupted from the end of his cock, but had no intention of moving. He started to make small thrusts in time with the shots of white hot spunk leaving his engorged cock and revelled in the fact that Kayla was just taking it. In fact he could hear distinct large gulping sounds after küçükçekmece escort each blast as she was clearly doing her absolute best to swallow everything he was giving her. He had to hand it to her, she was a trooper.

After what must have been 2-3 minutes of solid cumming, Nathan was finally done. He pulled out of Kayla’s mouth and immediately she fell to the ground and started coughing. For a brief second Nathan felt a little guilty, but then he realised she was shaking in the same way she had started to before when he’d been opening up her pussy.

“Are you cumming?” he asked her.

“S-s-so c-close,” she moaned.

Nathan sat her back up and ran his hand down her cheek. He gently moved his hand to her neck and started to apply a small amount of pressure with his thumb and index finger on either side of her throat. Kayla went wide eyed and let out another moan as she basked in the sensation. Nathan had a feeling she might enjoy it and was feeling generous after she’d just swallowed more cum than she likely ever had in her life.

“Such a good little cocksucker,” he told her. “You drank up all of my cum just like I asked. Did you enjoy it?”

“Y-yes,” she croaked slightly, “there was so much of it though!”

“Heh, yeah there was. You must feel pretty full now right?”

Nathan rubbed her stomach with his other hand. It did indeed feel a little bloated.

“S-so full, so full of your cum,” Kayla moaned, clearly so, so close to her own orgasm it was almost hurting her.

“Well, I hope you have room for more,” Nathan grinned.

“M-more? You mean y-you aren’t done?”

Nathan motioned down at his still steel-hard cock. A mix of shock, delight and a little fear swept across Kayla’s face. He released his slight hold on her throat and immediately she sprang up and got back onto all fours on the sofa.

“Please, please fuck me again! I need it!” she cried.

Nathan smiled as he stood, his massive boner standing proud ahead of him.

“I will do, I think you’ve earned it,” he started, “but I don’t think I want to fuck your pussy…”

“W-what? Why?”

“Something you said earlier about something I could never have? I think I’m going to take it…”

Kayla’s expression moved once again towards fear.

“M-my ass? B-but I’ve never…”

“You’ve never done it there before? Surprising. Means I’ll be your first though.”

Nathan rested his cock just at the base of Kayla’s spine, wanting to remind her exactly how big he was. She was trembling again, but this time it was harder to tell if it was just desire or fear.

“O-ok. Anything for you,” she finally said.

With those words Nathan felt validated. She had submitted entirely to him, giving up any and all control she thought she might have had, that he thought she might have had even, to offer up her most precious and unused of holes. Nathan felt he needed to reward this.

“Hey I’m not a monster Kayla. I’m not just gonna stick this thing in you without getting you warmed up first,” he said.

“W-what… oh, OH,” she gasped.

Nathan had gently spread her cheeks and was now tentatively tonguing her asshole. He’d never done anything like this before and was surprised how naturally it was coming to him. She had an oddly sweet taste and it didn’t take him long to build up his confidence and start to really enjoy it. Before now he would have considered what he was doing an entirely submissive act and any thought of doing it to Kayla would have felt like he was being mocked, abused and controlled by her again. But now that he was actually here and hearing the moans and squeaks it was drawing out of her, it felt just the opposite. He was preparing her to take his monolithic cock, licking out the ass she had so willingly surrendered to him, and it made him feel even more powerful.

His confidence booming, Nathan became more and more forceful with his tonguing. He felt that his tongue was now penetrating Kayla’s asshole and her moans only intensified as he did. Feeling that she had also earned an orgasm, he used one of his fingers to stroke her pussy until he found her clit. It was itself engorged and a little hard, evidence of how turned on she was, and he began to stroke and flick at it. With this her moans became akin to screams of pleasure.

“Oh, oh god, I’m cumming, I’m cumming Nathan!” she cried. “Please let me cum, please let me cum!”

He had no intention of denying her this time. He kept fucking her asshole with his tongue and fingering her clit until her body began to tense and she started to buck wildly. Having been denied it for so long, this orgasm was clearly rocking through her in a way she’d never experienced before. Nathan had to pull away from her ass, unable to get any purchase with her jerking movements but still able to keep the pressure on her clit. He kept her going for as long as she could take until her body finally gave way and she collapsed to the sofa, breathing heavily and still shaking involuntarily with each strained breath.

“So, how does the ‘goddess’ feel after being made to cum like that by a mere mortal,” Nathan grinned, partially mocking her but also keen to know.

She lay, wordless and face down on the sofa. Nathan was pretty sure he’d broken her. He found himself thinking ‘she’d be so dead if Saryss was here now’ and laughing to himself in his mind.

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Chapter 10
Nice Sunday Picnic.

“Who are you?” I demand of the attractive, blue eyed and very naked girl lying under me. An unmistakable feeling around my slightly stiffened penis tells me that it’s nestled comfortably within her vagina. Wait. . . . No way! “Jennifer?”

“Ha, ha, funny Lyden,” she states, batting her lashes at me. “Trying to forget that you fucked this fat cow already?”

“Umm,” I start, not sure how to tell her about her transformation, “you might want to get a look at yourself.”

Her brown eyebrows knit together, as she tries to figure out what I’m getting at, before using her not inconsiderable strength to push me off her. My cock makes a squelching noise as it pulls free from her coochy, and I see her wince in pain.

“Oh, I’m going to be sore down there for awhile,” she grimaces as she lightly gets to her feet. She miscalculates, and ends up jumping as she attempts to lift her old weight off the ground. I sit back on the couch, and really get a good look at the woman that only a little bit ago, had to weigh over 250lbs, but right now, couldn’t be more that 120lbs, and a good portion of that is in her breasts. Slender legs lead up to a nice round bum. Her hips are a little wide, but they don’t compare to the size of her still giant tits. They hang down to her bellybutton, but not bad, just oversized. TanaVesta would be jealous.

Her face had always been somewhat cute, in a pudgy sort of way, but now, with her short brown hair, and vivid blue eyes, she’s a stunner.

She’s making the same examination as me, only she’s lucky enough to be hands on. Sticking her small right foot out, she examines it in disbelief, before hefting her breasts apart, and staring at her skinny waist.

“What the FUCK did you do to me?” she demands, and I’m surprised to hear anger in her voice.

“Umm, I, uh,” I stammer, not certain what to say.

“Don’t you think that if I’d really wanted to be skinny, I could have worked for it?” Yeah, there’s no mistaking the anger in her tone now. “I may not have been anyone’s ideal, but that doesn’t give you the right to go and change my body around to your own tastes!”

“I didn’t mean to,” I defend myself. “This has never happened before!”

“What did you think?” she continues as if I hadn’t even spoken. “That I’d be grateful for the fact that I’ll need to buy a whole new wardrobe? That I’d somehow behappierif I weren’t so portly?” As she continues to berate me, her volume rises until she’s yelling by the end. “What gives you the right to do this to me?”

Standing quickly, I can feel my own ire rising at the injustice of her anger. “Jennifer, stop! I had no way of knowing this would happen. It’s not something I did to you on purpose, and don’t even truly understandwhyit happened. If you really don’t like it that much, just eat whatever you please, and don’t work out. I’m sure you can get back to where you want to be within a few months.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” She demands, and once again I’m stumped. Are all women so arbitrary, and expect us men to just read their minds? “It’s not so much that I’m no longer fat, but that now that I have this body, I’m going to have to work harder at keeping it. I was mostly okay with the way I was. I understood that I would never be skinny, and accepted it. Now that I am, I’m going to have to work hard to maintain it.”

At some point in her explanation I must have sat back down on the couch. Stunned, I can only stare at her openmouthed. She’s angry because she has to work to keep this body? I will never understand women!

“Or, you could just have sex with me on a weekly basis,” I tell her, half joking.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Make you my own little skinny addiction? What? Just come up to you, and say, ‘Excuse me Lyden, I need my weekly fucking to stay skinny.'” The sarcasm veritably drips from her tone. “Besides, if I’m always this sore afterwards, they’d have to be a week or two apart.”

Throwing my hands up in frustration I shout, “Bah! I don’t even care anymore. Do what you want. If you’re not happy about it, I’m sorry. It wasn’t intentional, and I would change you back if I knew how. I don’t, though, so you’ll just have to suffer everyone looking at you, and wishing they could catch the eye of the beautiful blue eyed woman that you are now!” Now I’m shouting, and I don’t care about that either.

“You . . . you really think I’m beautiful?” Her words come out hushed, and I have to strain to hear them, over the sound of the blood pumping through my skull.

Is she bipolar? “Are you kidding me? Go look in a mirror,” I state, waving my hand off vaguely. I have no idea where a mirror might be in this rustic cabin. I vaguely recall her telling me there is an outhouse out back. Do outhouses have mirrors?

Without warning, she’s hugging me tight, and laughing into my shoulder. Lemme tell you, if a woman built as well as her hugs you, and you’re maltepe escort both naked—well, except that I still have my socks on—you either react, or you’re already dead. I may be angry, but I’m definitely still alive. It doesn’t help that her very ample bosom dangles down and bounces around my very alert cock.

“Oh!” she gasps, pulling away, and noticing how hard I am. “Shit, did I really get that in me this morning? No wonder I’m so sore!” I decide not to tell her that my penis conforms to whatever woman I’m with, and just nod at her. “Well, I’m afraid you’re going to have to find someone else to take care of that. I hurt too much to do it for you.”

She tries to back away, but I grasp her wrist, and pull her back to me. “There is more than one way to take care of me,” I inform her, then pull her the rest of the way to my waiting lips. Hesitantly at first, but with growing desire, she kisses me back.

Letting go of her wrist and grabbing her tits, I press them to either side of my woody, and moan with the pleasure the soft globes give me.

She pulls back only slightly, and looks to where the head of my prick is barely poking out between her round orbs, and then smiles at me. “You like fucking my big titties, don’t you? Well, fuck them with your big cock. I want to see you cum all over them.”

Her dirty talk is really starting to have an effect on me, and even though I’d gotten off just a little while ago, I can feel myself getting close. This is the first time I’ve ever had my dick between a set of boobs, and I have to admit that the feeling is quite wonderful. When her mouth drops down, and I feel her extremely talented tongue swirl around the head, I lose it. My first shot goes off in her mouth, and she pulls back, allowing the rest of my cum to spray all over her chest and neck. She spits my jism onto her chest, and then sits back on her knees, staring at her shiny bosom.

“I can’t believe I got you off that quickly,” she murmurs. There’s a definite sparkle in her eyes, as she stands up, and walks out of the room. There is also no mistaking the extra bounce in her step. Despite the energy I’ve transferred to her, I still feel quite alive from all of her orgasms this morning.

I get dressed, before entering the attached kitchen, where Jennifer has a washcloth and is trying to get herself cleaned up.

“How do you get this stuff off?” She asks me as she continues to scrub.

“Use a bit of soap,” I tell her.

Once she’s fully cleaned, we head back to the couch, where she stares forlornly at her oversized clothes. Her old guard uniform looks more like a muumuu than a shirt, and her pants are hopeless. Only her shoes still fit, and she has to tighten the laces on them.

With her as decently dressed as she can be, we head down the mountain, and back into civilization. Our first stop is to get her some new clothes that I happily pay for. I then have her drop me off at the police station.

I have my story ready as I walk in. Jennifer follows me, and all the officers turn and look jealously at her. In her tight pink spaghetti strap top and even tighter jeans, she’s a teenager’s wet dream.

“What can I do for you,” the officer behind the glass window asks. Thankfully it’s a man, as his eyes are glued to Jennifer’s chest. I’d been afraid that a woman might be upset with the way she’s dressed, but this works well. Jennifer, for her part, and despite her protestations to the opposite, seems to be really enjoying the attention.

“Yeah,” I begin my lie, “I’ve been up camping with my girl here, and when I got home this afternoon, my apartment was burned up and my car was missing. Who do I need to talk to about that?”

With some obvious effort, he tears his eyes away from Lansbury, and finally gets a good look at me. “You’re Lyden Snow!” he exclaims as if he doesn’t believe it. “We’ve been looking for you.”

Crap! Apparently I’m already a suspect. Hopefully I’ll be able to stick to my story, and get away with everything.

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Eight hours later, and innumerable interrogations, I find myself back out on the front steps of the police station. They finally bought my story that someone must have stolen my car after starting the complex on fire. The fire had burned too hot to know where it’d started, but they do know it’d started somewhere on my floor.

To my horror, I find out that twelve people died in the fire, and thirty others were injured. They’d found my car in the grocery store parking lot where it’d been burned, and gunshots had been heard. I’d become their primary suspect, but I have an alibi and a witness. Thank goodness for Jennifer. She’d held up like a champ as they talked to her. They’d released her a few hours before, and when I call her as they finally release me, she doesn’t answer.

Since I’ve missed a few calls from Lisa and Becky, I call them up next. Becky is out the door and on her way to get me before manavgat escort I even hang up.

“You stink,” the very short brunette says as she hugs me.

“Good to see you too,” I laugh.

“I was so worried when I saw your apartment complex had burned, and then you weren’t answering your phone, andthenthey were plastering your face all over the news, and I didn’t know what to think.” I can tell how worried she’d been, by how quickly she’s talking and of course by her tone. While it warms my heart to know she cares, I feel guilty about cheating on her and Lisa with Jennifer and Sheila Lance, my boss. She’d been concerned about my well-being, while I’d been having great sex. Oh, and being terrified for my life. I probably shouldn’t forget about that.

We get into the short woman’s car, and she jabbers about school, work at her law firm, and the stupidity of some people. Thankfully she doesn’t ask about where I’ve been, or what I’ve been doing.

She tells me to use the shower, while she gets started on making dinner.

The water feels great as it washes down my body, and despite myself, it even feels as though some of my worries go down the drain along with the dirty water.

“Welcome back,” a voice says as I hear the curtain pulled back. I turn to see Lisa stepping in, lithe body nude, and eyes sparkling. “Hope you don’t mind, but I got a little sweaty instructing Aikido today. Mind washing my back?”

I chuckle silently at her forwardness, and don’t mind at all. The only soap in their shower is the fru-fru kind, so I know I’ll smell a little girly when I get out, but it’ll work well for the pretty blonde. Squirting some into my hands, I lather them up, before rubbing it into her smooth back. For the first time I notice how toned her body is. Must be from all the martial arts training.

Using my fingers and thumbs to dig into some knots on her back, I turn the back wash into a massage and enjoy the sound of her soft moans. Her small rear keeps bumping against my groin, and I’m hard in no time. I ignore my own state however, as I move my washing massage to her arms, and then to her hands.

“Mmm, I love a good hand massage,” she murmurs, her blue eyes looking into mine. Her body turns to face me, and she doesn’t miss how hard my cock is. She goes to grab it, but I stop her.

“Not yet,” I say, smiling at her confusion. “Let me take care of you first.”

Finishing with her hands, I move to the front of her shoulders, and then scrub vigorously between and under her breasts, studiously avoiding her hard nipples. Her stomach is next, and I take a couple moments to wash out her belly button. She giggles delightfully as I finger the shallow hole.

Turning her sideways, I wash her right hip and buttocks, before moving down her thigh, to her knee, and then work the muscles in her calf. Dropping to my own knees, I take her foot in my hands, and spend a few minutes on it, watching her face and enjoying the looks of pleasure my hands are giving her. Even with the water and soap running down her body, I can tell she is getting turned on by how swollen her labia are.

Staying on my knees, I turn her to face the other way, and repeat the process on her left hip and leg. When I’m satisfied with the job I’ve done on her left foot, I stand, and before I can say or do anything, Lisa’s arms are around my neck and her slippery body is plastered to mine. Her tongue forces its way between my lips, and I grin as I allow it access. My hands drop to her rear, and I pull her even tighter to me, my prick stiff, and pleasantly smashed between us.

“You need a shave,” she tells me, but then plasters her lips against mine again.

It finally dawns on me that this is the first time I’ve been alone with Lisa, and am actually turned on by the idea of devoting my attentions to just her.

Using my grip on her bum, I lift her up without breaking the kiss, and gently guide her onto my rod. She moans as our connection becomes complete, and even I can’t hold back the sounds of my own pleasure.

My right foot slips slightly, and I have to turn and press her to the wall, while bracing my feet on the side of the tub, to keep from falling. She grunts as her back hits the wall, but her legs wrap around my hips, and she begins to use her abs to move her hips up and down my cock. Her insides feel so soft and warm, as my penis conforms to her, and I begin to match her pace.

My right hand slips a little more under her, and I easily slip my middle finger into her anus. Lisa goes wild at the added sensation, and I feel the strength of her orgasm wash over me, taking with it any feelings of fatigue that might have lingered after the police station. All the while, our mouths are wrestling with one another, and her kissing becomes more frantic and powerful.

Her legs drop from my hips, and I carefully let her down, as she pulls away from me. The water running down her hair şişli escort makes it look darker than usual, and her blue eyes sparkle as she smiles up at me. Her chest heaves, and the effect of the water beading on her soft skin is quite erotic. “What is it about you that always feels just right? You seem to know just what to do to please me.” Her hand goes to my groin and moves along the length as she gives me a surprisingly chaste peck on my cheek. “Now, we just need to finish you off.”

Lisa grabs the soap and squeezes some onto my member, before rubbing it in. Her hands feel great, and she has a powerful grip as she jacks me off. Just when I begin to think she plans on finishing me this way, she turn around, and rubs my head against her puckered brown hole. Once she has me lined up, she pushes back hard, and I find myself delightfully ensconced within her colon.

I place my hands on her hips, but she turns, shaking her head. “No, you took care of me, let me do the work now, and take care of you.

Not willing to argue with such a request, I place my hands behind my back, and moan gently as she pulls forward, and then slides her rear back onto my aching pole. Watching as my length slips in and out of her sphincter, while she screws herself on me is really turning me on. The feeling of her tight bum gliding up and down my soapy length and her firm globes slapping against my thighs, draws forth moan after moan from me. It doesn’t take long until I feel that familiar churning in my scrotum and grip her hips, forcing her to pick up the pace. To my surprise, she pulls away, and drops to her knees in front of me, using her awesome grip to jack me off again. My first volley of semen blasts onto her chin, before she re-aims me, and the rest of my seed splatters across her chest.

I have to brace a hand against the wall as I climax, and as soon as she’s done milking every drop from me, she begins to scoop it off her chest and lick her fingers clean.

“Mmm, I love the taste of cum, and yours always seems to give me extra pleasure!” I wonder if that’s because of my incubus abilities, or something else?

“If you two are done fooling around in there,” Becky yells, “dinner’s ready.”

We both laugh, as we get out and dry off. Becky watches us unashamedly, as I use one of their towels. “I hope she didn’t wear you out, Lyden, because I expect some attention tonight, also.”

Dinner is a simple fair of green beans and hamburger in some kind of sauce. Despite its simplicity, it tastes rather good, especially considering the fare I’ve been having lately.

“Thanks for taking me in tonight,” I tell the two women as I get up and start cleaning my plate in the kitchen sink. “I promise I’ll get a motel room tomorrow, staying there until I can find another apartment to move into.” I have no idea what I’m going to put into a new apartment though. I didn’t have renter’s insurance on my old one, which is part of the reason the police believed that I had nothing to do with burning it down. Maybe the apartment managers have some kind of insurance to compensate its tenants, but luckily I still have all that money from whoever overpaid my rent. I strongly suspect it’d been Angela that’d paid all my bills, but I have no way to prove it, and no idea where she would have gotten all that money.

“Don’t be crazy,” Lisa states, bringing me her plate, “you can stay here as long as you need.”

I open my mouth to protest, but Becky cuts in first. “I know we don’t know each other well, but there’s no sense in spending money on a motel room, when we both have a perfectly comfortable bed to share.” From the way her eyes sparkle, I have the feeling that they’re not going to take no for an answer, and that there won’t be a lot of sleeping going on in those beds. Whatever luck led me to these two women, I don’t know whether to curse it, or thank it. A month ago, these two young ladies wouldn’t have looked at me twice. Today, they can’t seem tostopstaring at me.

My theory is proven right after I finish cleaning the kitchen—yes, I cleaned it, because I’m a guest and they’re letting me stay here. It’s the least I can do. The women practically rip off my clothes, and it’s not ’til many hours later that that the women go to sleep. For my part, I’m too full of life to even think about slumber.

* * *

Jennifer grins at me after Becky drops me off at my office building.

“Well, Mr. Snow. Have a good day off yesterday?” She gives me a wink, and even goes so far as to pinch my rear as she allows me past the security checkpoint. Somewhere she’s picked up a smaller uniform, one that somehow fits her considerable assets while conforming to her hips as well. I’m not the only person that notices her body, and there is even a slight scuffle as two guys walk into each other, because they were staring at her.

“I tried calling you last night,” I tell her, wondering why she hadn’t answered.

She grimaces slightly, and I wonder what’s wrong. She glances at everyone around us, before responding. “I’ll talk to you later. See you at lunch?”

What’s going on? I wonder, as I take the elevator up to my floor. It’s not until I walk in, and can feel Sheila’s cold glare that I remember what Jennifer had told her.

Sitting at my desk, I see I’ve already received an email from my boss.

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THE SMUGGLER AND THE COURTERSAN

2 SEXY ROUGES JOIN FORCES

The year is 2314 and humanity has colonized several near by solar systems. No extra terrestrial life has been encountered. Outside of the home system, commerce and interaction closely resembles the Wild West of the 1800.

Drask Kover had just completed his latest smuggling run, although the head of a large organization he still like to be hands on. Therefore he went out at least once a month on excursions. Blond haired, 6-2 he had no trouble attracting woman but preferred after a mission woman who put the needs of their clients first.

Accompanied by two body guards, he entered Venus Fanatsy, the most popular brothel on Sigma 3.

“Welcome back Drask” the raven haired owner Diana Condor greeted him with a glass or wine and a smile.

“Thanks Diana,” he looked around, “What surprise have you planned for me?”

“Something that I decided on right after your last visit and talking to my girls.”

“What did they say?”

“That unlike most of the customers, sex with you was enjoyable for them as well.” The tall brunette grabbed him and brought his close. “I’m being selfish for a change, you are mine tonight!”

“Gentleman,” Drask tossed his guards some credits, have a good meal and drinks, but keep watch.” Drask allowed himself to be guided to Diana’s personal suite.

********

Drask laid naked on his back as Diane slowly stripped before him. He knew that the owner had stopped being a one of the regulars some time ago. Life was good and he intended to enjoy this sensual experience

“Now,” as she removed her last piece of clothes and climbed on top of him. “Just let me take control” as she began to kiss his chest.

“Hmm şişli escort that’s nice.”

“I intend to be nasty with you soon,” as she began engulfing his cock with her pussy.

The mood was changed by a sudden crash outside the door.

“What the hell!” Diana muttered as she rolled off the side of the bed and to her closet

Drask rose from his bed as the door burst opened. Two large woman dressed in Amazonian gear from Lesbo entered the room.

Drask Kover” one announced. “I am contracted to kill you.”

“Why?” Drask asked confusion .”I have never had any conflict with Lesbos!

“True this is strictly business” the other replied drawing her weapon.

Before either could fire. A purple beam struck the blond than the red head.

Diana lowed her paralyzer pistol , “This ruined the mood.”

Kover looked at her “I owe you my life.”

“You certainly do but in my house you are under my protection.”

“Speaking of protection, where are Luthor and Jorge? Putting on robes they entered the main room which had emptied except for her girls and staff.

“Where are they!? Drask demanded.

One of the girls with Asian ethnicity” They left when the Amazons came in.”

Diana was amused. ‘This is the type of bodyguards you have?”

The Asian interjected, “They paid the Amazons and than walked out.”

Drask remained cool but his fury was building he than saw two bleeding girls on the floor.”

“Cheri and Keish tried to stop them!”

Diana was enraged, Going to the paralyzed assassins, “You dare hurt my girls! She kicked the helpless woman each in the pussy. “You are going to pay!”

Drask tapped her shoulder, without thinking tuzla escort she threw a punch, which he blocked..” We need information and can I mention how sexy you look my avenger!

Condor softened a bit caressing his face with the pistol, “Would you like to help me interrogate them?

“I would and you should know something about captured Lesbo Amazons.”

************

The Amazons whose cards, identified them as Lursa and Madga were chained naked from the ceiling totally exposed to the whims of their captors.

Drask had kept his robe, but Diana had changed into a dominatrix outfit and carried a large nasty whip.

“You were mentioning Lesbo Amazons who were captured” she reminded him.

Strolling over to the red headed Magda he gripped her chin. “Yes if an Amazon is captured she can be made a sex slave if sexually dominated. You captured them do you want them?”

Diana licked her lips, “I do, I want them to suffer what they did to Cheri and Keish.”

“Than I would say begin.”

“With a ferocity Diana began whipping Magda, starting with her ass than going to her breasts
“Whose your Mistress bitch?”

“Not you!”

“Lets increase your pain”, putting a collar on her neck.

“Level 2”

“Ah!!”

“Submit”

“No!!!

“Level 3”

“Please I surrender!”

“Say you want to be fucked by us!

“Please Mistress fuck me!

Diana put on a strap on “Now slave suck your Masters cock as she rammed Magda from behind.

“Cum Slave:

“Ah I’m cumming Mistress!” Magda sagged down spent.

Recovering she went down to her knees head down.

“Now” Drask asked, “What are you?”

“I am the slave and pendik escort property of Mistress Diana.” Magda replied in a subservient tone.

Diana looked at Drask” You weren’t exaggerating, how complete is this?”

“She is you’re to do with as you will” She will satisfy you sexually, clean for you, her code and conditioning make your desires her only concern.”

Justice from my perspective” Turning to Magda. “Slut I wanted you to whip Lursa for 10 minute intervals while Drask and I enjoy ourselves

**********

Returning to the dungeon after a marathon sex session, Diana and Drask saw that Magda had covered Lursa’s body with red stripes. Picking up a vibrator, Diana placed it against Lursa’s pusssy.

“Cum for me slut” Looking at Magda. “Suck Dark’s cock!”

“Yes Mistress” a totally cowed Magda said.

After several orgasms, Diana released her. “What are you?”

‘Your slave and property Mistress Diana.”

Diana looked at her property excellent” As my customer do you want to do something with them?

“Yes” Grabbing Magda ass he began fucking her doggy style. “Why don’t you start with Lursa?”

Diana grabbed Lursa by her blond hair” Suck it cunt’, forcing her to deep throat her strap on.

The two Amazons slaves were put through their paced. as Condor and Kover traded places several times. To finish off.

Magda was put in a spit roast with Drask fucking her ass while the Amazon had to deep throat Diana’s toy.
Then Lursa was put in the opposite position.

“This has been one of my fantasies’ Drask confessed.”

“What ? Said Diana, ” nearly being killed.”

“No silly to dominate 2 women with the right partner.”

“Something we should discuss later.”

Sated ,Diana tied the two slaves pussy to pussy and ordered the recovered Cheri to continue their punishment, but leave them functional.

‘Now what?” Diana asked over breakfast.

“As he fed her a strawberry” Drask said matter of factly”After they give us the answers we need they will announce my murder”

To be continued

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This story has a special place to me and I’m thankful to whoever decides to end up reading it on this website. Thanks to my mom for being supportive of it for a decade now, to Raoul Peck and his documentary Exterminate All The Brutes and to Kevin, who started it with me as a roleplay back as teenagers, and an especial thanks for allowing me to take the universe in my own direction separate from his own.

This story will explore mature topics including cultural genocide, colonization, abuse, death, warfare, and most terrifying of all, economics. It’ll be slow-going and I don’t promise anybody it will be a good story, but it is something I want to write, more for me than anybody else.

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“Extermination is an ideology. An ideology with a quota.”

– UNKNOWN.

Beneath the mother-city of Port Saint Mercy, a vast intelligence recomposes itself, shrinking the impossibility of its existence into something a smaller mind can comprehend. Something small sits before it now, the limbs they use to walk known as legs are crossed over one another, making themselves comfortable on the dirty stonework beneath them. Dirty or not, the boy sat on it can’t really be any more unwashed than he is now, and it strikes the being as unlikely that they’ll be able to cleanse themselves anytime soon.

The boy, after all, lives in a sewer. Or, as he’s clarified many times, a well.

They suppose that they too must live in a sewer, and have done so for so many years that even they have forgotten how many. Sleeping. Until recently. Until Sylvan found them. Only barely sentient throughout their long hibernation, they recall other minds meeting theirs, but not what became of them, or what the results were of these encounters. Perhaps their many talks with Sylvan will one day slip away from them, but the intelligence hopes that they do not. It enjoys the boy. Sylvan’s humor pleases them, as well as his many questions. It regrets that they will part ways with one another very soon, never to meet again, but hopes that the gift they have for the child will console them.

Sylvan feels its giddiness through the unspoken connection between them. Literally unspoken, as the violet-eyed creature before them has no mouth as far as he can see, and instead can only hear one another through echoes in one another’s minds. The floor and air is wet and hot with the filth of a bustling civilization that rests just above their heads, but that barely distracts him from focusing on his friend’s words, bringing them into focus with a difficulty that lessens each day.

“A gift. I bring a boon for you, elf.”

Said elf’s own violet eyes brighten instantly, making the tendrils around him shake with delight. Sylvan rarely received gifts, and almost always only from his brother Noah, who did his best to indulge his sibling whenever possible. A swirling mass of skin approached him from the darkness, one of the too excited limbs from before, now revealing why it was they’d been so animated. With his help, they were unwound, the coldness of his friend’s many projections bothering him little by now as he carefully unpieced them, revealing something that made him crease his brows.

It was a circlet of… metal, of some kind. Iron, he thought. Well-maintained, if not for the ichor and dirt and God-knows-what that now hung off it. It fit into his hands well enough, but his ignorance of what to do with it now must have shown on his face, because his friend’s thoughts rumbled into his mind once again.

“A crown. Bear it for me.”

If it was a crown, it was a pitiful one. Sylvan brought it atop his head all the same, scrunching up his face when it slid over his eyes and he had to pull it backwards over his locks of hair, almost managing to make it look presentable as it barely locked into place, threatening to fall on his nose at the slightest gust of wind. Thankfully, the air was still this far into the sewers.

“It’s… a bit big,” He thinks, chuckling.

“You will grow into it, Sylvan.”

They’re quiet for a few moments longer, idling inside one another’s minds as the larger of the two revels in the simplicity of the child’s mind’s dimensions and Sylvan yields to the many layers of reality and emotions before him. He’s asked the creature many times where it had come from, why it was here, and every other question besides, and never had been denied. There always seemed more to ask though, and along with it, the urge to speak of it to Noah. That was the one thing he was not allowed, however. The being preferred its isolation, and permitted only him.

“I will be leaving you soon.”

Sylvan’s head snaps up, the clutch on his heart as sudden as the loneliness in his mind. Within a moment, his very existence feels crushingly small, the noxious smells of the sewer and its dark-green walls settling back in around him and his arms and legs coming back into focus. His very thoughts feel insect-like and small.

“Why?” He asks out-loud, cringing izmir escort at the sound of his own weak voice before correcting himself and thinking them instead.

“I have been here for too long. You have been a distraction for me, and I am grateful. But it comes to an end.”

There is no room for an argument. Their thoughts are not as binary as to be truly understood in language, and although Sylvan may translates the impossible into the possible, that cannot stop him from a true understanding through their layered feelings and intent that they are irrevocably leaving, and that they will not see each other again. Nothing can stop this. Sylvan feels their assuredness. And their regret. It does not want to leave him here.

It does not stop the tears that come after a minute of silence, or the sobbing noise as the being’s impossibly made companion begins to shake and sob as reality sets upon him. While reality sets upon Sylvan, Sylvan’s emotions settle upon the being, pathetically small emotions that pale in comparison to its many networks of thoughts. And yet, despite their tininess, they leave a great wound in their wake. There is only one thing to mend the ache left in Sylvan’s mind, the sort of hole left behind when exposed to a higher plane than he could possibly be prepared for.

The being knows it will always hold these memories close, even as Sylvan never will.

“Forget.”

~-~

Lord Lucan has many reasons to dislike this city, from its low-quality drink to its loudness and just how many fucking cottonmouths there were; everywhere he looked he saw the fuckers. Even the few Northerners he liked would take their time to bow their heads at each church they passed, competing to see who could remember which saint belonged to each one. The first fifty of them he could tolerate, but he had been traveling with His Glory Louis’ retinue for a month now, and until recently he’d been begging for some crisis to force him to return home to Marlas, to Draidh Keep, where his larder and wife were. The last three days however were proving to be the single greatest thing he’d witnessed since the war.

At this very moment, hundreds of cottonmouth Mortal Guards were scared shitless as they ran across the city, tossing over tables and ducking their heads into barrels of shit and getting their pretty armor dirty as they searched for His Majesty’s stolen property.

Three nights ago the Emperor had tore through the Saint’s Rise, the home to the Prince of Ditschmarchen, screaming that the Iron Crown had been swept up by a night thief, an easy fetch when so much had been dedicated to defending the Emperor’s less humble replacement for the parade that had taken place. For three days the city had plunged into chaos as his soldiers combed the city, six times now getting into brawls with militia before the Prince ordered the militia and his own soldiers to disarm, leaving the poor fucks out in the streets defenseless as soldiers stormed their homes and tore through mattresses and cupboards to find it. All to no avail. The crown was still missing, and the crowds grew more incensed with each hour that passed, the deaths of two Mortals in the night only fanning their enthusiasm for blood.

It wasn’t looking good for Lous the Unready, and Lucan was, at last, happy he’d accepted the invitation. If the mobs outside stormed the capitol and killed them all, he might go up on a stick still cheering them on.

That hadn’t happened yet, instead, he and many other more important people were gathered into a dinner hall that had been turned into a chamber large enough to fit them all. The walls were ancient, and Lucan was a reasonable enough man to acknowledge the beauty in them. Grey and humble and severe stone that made Saint’s Rise one of two churches he could respect; as, indeed, the home to the Prince was one part capitol, one part place of worship. Simple stained glass windows hung above and beside them, casting odd lights onto the lavishly decorated tables that nearly ruined their effect. The lights of saints past, priests, old warriors and angels played across their dinnerware and looked just lively enough to unnerve his better senses. Lucan whispered a quiet prayer to the Ancestors just in case he needed the extra protection before pulling his attention back to a rising that had been growing in the background.

He didn’t remember faces very well, but his wife had taught him an eye for clothing and his father brought him up well on recognizing heraldry when he saw it. Usually the ones belonging to distant friends and close enemies, but he’d been sure to do his research beside. Funnily enough, not a single scion of Lord Ditschmarchen was present to speak for them.

A man with a cannon overlaid two pikes was letting his voice rise to a level that made the Mortals uncomfortable enough to draw near, so close to the Emperor as he was. Not one of Louis’ men. A Drachenwald, with kahramanmaraş escort hair like tar atop his face and cut uneven. Must not have had the time.

‘How unlike one of Whitefire, to scream while the Emperor sits with you,’ Lucan thinks with a grin before settling his ear in to listen.

“The Prince is hiding it from us, I swear to you, Your Glory,” he pleads to the seated Louis whose face remains unmoved. Calculated. Undeterred, the man continues. “None could know this place more than himself. Not a soul had access to your chambers but him. You have men and women from each corner of the Empire at your table, and we must speak plainly.”

Lucan shifted, nudging the man at his side. Til pretends to rumble in their sleep, as if they were the least interested person in the room. They both would want to hear this.

“You could not bring half the number of vassals to different Princes as you have here today and not have them breath a convenient truth of treachery such as this.”

Now the entire room rumbles. Some in outrage at the implication, others in assent to the logic, Lucan in agreement. He and the likeminded knock their cups against the table, drowning out the other voices in dissent. Lord Artillery seems to take a sigh of relief before continuing.

“And yet naught one of our number caught a glimpse of this thief. It was our Burgher Prince, Your Glory.”

A darkness creeps over the room at the slight. Even those who couldn’t deny the reason behind his words cast him an inflamed look; there were terribly few nobles of the old blood by now, but he seems to care little at all now that he’s tied them into whatever proposal he’s making. Lucan knows what the man is going to say next, and isn’t looking forward to it even as he has no sympathy for this rogue Prince.

“The Drachenwalds have proven themselves true,” he presses, pushing his hands onto the table and making it groan even beneath his slight frame. “The Mortals and my companions will take the Prince into custody, where we may call his bluff. Force him to expose the crown.”

None are sure on what to say. Some exchange glances, wondering whether to admit to themselves that it’s the dumbest shit they’d ever heard before or if it was the only concrete idea they’d have up until now.

Neither makes it out their lips, because a new voice belonging to a woman bearing a series of black diamonds beats them all to it.

“Do you plan on burning parts of him off until he admits it, Lord Whitewen?”

The words of a Reformer set the room into motion again as the woman sits back down. Any momentum Lord Whitewhen had is taken from him by the inflammatory response, shot down instantly by somebody who likely had no desire to see one of the foremost Princes to their cause put on a pyre to burn. Voices rise and fall, Til ‘stirs’ awake just to annoy him.

“How goes the planning, My Lord?”

“Not well old friend,” Lucan mutters. It’d been enjoyable to see them scurrying about like rats, but this talk of taking their host hostage had him on edge. He rubbed his good arm for comfort, which Til was wise enough to notice.

“We can depart whenever the fuck we like,” they note, the suggestion the last thing they needed to hear. “Darkmen season, even if ain’t. Tell them some shit about your Ancestors calling you.”

“No,” Lucan says with enough resolve to make his friend’s brow rise. “We should stay on this, best we can. We’ll stay right until it looks like it’s going bad. See how the winds sway.”

“Looks like they’re swaying away from the smell of shit,” the conquistador answers, sighing.

A new silence settles over the room as a Mortal sergeant enters the room, her tall and elegant looking halberd enough to quiet even the seasoned soldiers in the room. He sees the nervousness fluttering across their face.

“My Glory?” She begins, bowing deeply and leaning towards the straw-haired Emperor who had managed to go an entire conference without saying anything useful. He barely moves, urging her to speak with all the casual imperiousness he could muster.

“Speak, sergeant.”

She motions her eyes across the room.

“These are my Lords, sergeant,” he points out with only an ounce of patience left. “Trust them as you would trust me.”

“Yes, My Glory,” she clears her throat.

“We’ve found the crown.”

~-~

“With a group of other children, My Glory,” the sergeant goes on, her face looking redder by the moment. His pity for her was growing by the minute. “He… was wearing it. Ordering the other children around. King and Vassals, they call it.”

Their thief, a short and pitiful looking elf-boy with cursed violet eyes was standing before them, his slave collar hugging his neck tight enough to just make him have to work to take a breath. Lucan had to stop himself from trying to tear the horrible thing off his tattoo-carved body. More slave markings. manavgat escort Some he wasn’t familiar with, and others he’d seen thousands of times. He barely looked big enough to hold the damn crown, and, yet… it was in the Emperor’s hands, and it was certainly the Iron Crown.

The sergeant rapped her gauntleted hand against the back of the boy’s head, making Lucan and too few of the others gathered in the room fluster with annoyance.

“Speak, slave. Tell Your Glory of how you found the crown.”

They swallow, exchanging looks between each of the powerful lords in the room, hoping for an answer.

“The… sewers. It was in the sewers. I found it. I swear I didn’t know what it was.”

Somehow, this story resolves none of the tension in the room.

“How the fuck did it get there?” Lucan asks, not sure if he’s asking the boy or Til.

The elf shrugs, hopelessly useless and eyes filling with tears he had a hard time watching fall.

“Simple,” Louis began, his voice darkly calm, still holding the crown between his fingers like it might bite him. “He took it there from my room.”

“No!” The boy yells, earning himself another strike that, to Lucan’s surprise, doesn’t silence him even as the pain makes him squint and hunch. “I’ve never seen you before, My Lord! Honest! Ask my brother!”

“Thieves rarely see their victims, slave.”

“I’m no thief!”

Louis scoffs, shaking his head along with some other servants to House Caen that mimic him.

“You’re all thieves, and you nearly put the stability of our empire into shambles. Sergeant, inform this one’s Master of their crime. Bargain with them without shaming me, and then bring this one to the yard to be killed.”

The boy screams, and Lucan rises alone, walking up Louis, stopping him before he began his stride, swallowing down the anger that threatens to rise from him.

“My Glory,” Lucan insists, keeping his eyes and ears away from the slave, knowing it would only make this harder. “What if the boy is telling the truth? Enemies could be abound in this keep. In your tent. Surely one of us would have noticed him — the Iron Crown could have been dropped into the sewers only for the boy to stumble onto it first before… a fence.”

Murmurs from behind him. Even the Mortals seem uncertain. His face is close to Louis’ now, and the lack of assuredness from his bodyguards seem to unnerve him. Good.

“I am satisfied, Lord Mulbrandt.”

“Satisfied with what?” Lucan asks, voice harsh enough to put steel back into the hearts of the Mortals who take a step closer. He forces himself to barely calm down. “The boy can’t even be ten and one. People are dead in the street. Mortals. Will you tell them that a simple street slave crept into your quarters, took the Iron Crown, and left without anybody noticing?”

It was asinine. And the fantasy of it began to at last settle onto the room. This slave was not the only culprit, if he was involved at all. There existed another explanation, and, yet, Louis remained… not quite steadfast. His face was shaking now, insistent, continuing to cast his eyes towards the door, and his crown.

“They will believe whatever I belay to them, My Lord. This matter must be settled at all costs. The Crown has been returned, and we have our thief.”

There’s a way to his words that Lucan cannot help but notice. Disappointment. Annoyance. But not a hint of anger or confusion. Til steps up closely behind him, raising a hand and urging him to ‘sit the fuck down,’ but Lucan ignores him, thinking quickly for a moment.

“Aye, it must be settled. But if we were to get a confession… “

He eyes the slave. Clenched with terror as they are and so close to objecting, they catch Lucan’s look and convince themselves to stay silent. Smart lad.

“… The city would be satisfied. As would more of us, I suspect. Means we can keep looking for our real thief on our own time and the Port can open again.” At that, more nobles concede. Reformers and Baptists alike.

“The pagan speaks true.”

That makes Lucan grin. But Louis, as he hoped, can only shake.

“Mercy, boy? Eh? A confession and we’ll do you no harm,” Lucan asks the tattooed boy. “You’ll enjoy a Lord’s mercy, promise. Just gotta find the fuck who took the Emperor’s crown.”

Louis swallows.

“There was no thief.”

Lucan blinks, not having expected that. Not so soon and not those words.

“What?” Somebody from behind Lucan asks, confusion mounting.

“I… dropped it. During the parade. On purpose. If this will dissuade your fears of treachery, you shall have the truth of it.”

If silence became so thick and heavy that he could stab a spear through it at that moment, Lucan would. He doesn’t understand his anger at the time, or that of those gathered behind him, but he is just sane enough, when his jaw begins to tremble and his throat clenches that when Til steps forward and begins to pull them back, they listen.

“Get the fuck off me,” Lucan barks in a rare display whereTil obliges, after a moment longer than he wants. “Two confessions in a day. What’s it you cottonmouths call it? A fucking miracle?”

Lucan throws his hands up in the air, nearly yelling just as the slave takes a fresh breath, relieved to know they won’t be killed.

“Hallelujah, cottonmouths!”

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Chapter 1—Hera’s Discovery

“—And by Tatarus, I’m sick of it!” Hera shouted.

Athena looked demurely away. “Well, he is Father of the Gods. He is supposed to make a few new ones, every now and then…” The pair were eating ambrosia on a terrace on Mount Olympus, home to the pantheon of Gods that dominated most of the Middle Sea.

Hera glanced at Athena bitterly. “He’s also my husband!” she snapped. “I can’t believe you all defend him like that! Don’t rules count for anything?”

Athena gave a polite cough. “Well, yes, they do, but—well, he IS the rules.” She glanced at Hera sympathetically. “It’s important to remember that.”

Hera looked away. “And I count for nothing? I’m the Queen of Heaven…”

Athena sighed. “Hera—he’s my father. Don’t ask me to attack him—I can’t…”

Hera nodded slowly. “I should have expected that from…” Suddenly she gasped. “Oh, would you look at that?”, she said, pointing over to another table.

Athena glanced over and then stared, her eyes wide. “Why that—hussy…”

The object of their scorn sat at the opposite end of the terrace. Aphrodite was being fed ambrosia by Ares, who tall, handsome, and definitely not her husband.

Hera shook her head. “How can Hephaestus stand that?”

Athena sighed and shrugged. “He’s really to sweet for his own good…”

Hera glared over at the lovers’ table. “And with Ares? He’s not even an Olympian! That Thracian bastard spends most of his time sucking up to Zeus and the rest of us, and the other half boasting! The moment he runs back to daddy Atlas is the moment the whole Mount Olympus gets cleaned up…” Hera shuddered. “And to have an affair with him! That woman has absolutely no taste…”

Athena nodded. “Hephaestus really deserves better than her.”

Hera looked at her pointedly. “He was always fond of you.”

Athena started and then shook her head a little too hurriedly for Hera’s tastes. “Oh, you know I pledged to Zeus to remain chaste and unwed…”

Hera sighed. “So did Artemis, though I think she had different reasons…” Hera chuckled. “You and her aren’t zonguldak escort seeing each other, are you?”

“Of course not!” Athena stood up, suddenly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to be in Athens. They’re praying for victory right now, so I figure I’ll inspire the troops…” With that Athena vanished. Hera frowned. Athena was probably the only friend she had among the gods—and even she wasn’t that close. It was probably her temper that drove the others away—but damn it, could anybody blame her! Hera felt a wave of anger steal over her that caused several house fires and a small heat wave before she could get it under control. Several hundred years of marriage, and Zeus still played the field with an enthusiasm no mortal playboy could hope to match. Mortals—nymphs—goddesses—sometimes it seemed there was no limit to what he’d bed. Hell, he’d even screwed a few men over the ages. And she—his wife was just supposed to sit back, and take it with a smile. Hera stood up and left the terrace. She couldn’t eat anymore—she was simply too angry. Walking back to the Celestial Palace, she swore that next time she caught Zeus, she’d do something to teach him a lesson. Something more forceful than turning the girl into a cow. As she entered the palace, she was surprised to find that the servants were all gone. Five steps in, and she realized why.

“Oh, Zeus! Ohhh, Zeus! It’s so goood! Fuck!”

Hera snarled. Okay, this was it. Zeus and his latest floozy were in for it. She walked forward, following the ecstatic cries of joy the couple were making.

“Ohh—ohhh” groaned Zeus. “Damn it, you are still the best lay I’ve ever had!”

“And so are you!” cried his paramour. “You always fill me up so good! So good and hot!”

Hera reached the source of the noise—a small back closet in the palace, closed with a thick curtain. Behind it, she heard the frenzied sound of flesh slapping against flesh, as the couples’ sex session continued. A thin smile spread over her face. All she had to do now was open the curtain, and fethiye escort she’d catch Zeus in flagrant delicto, as that little village in Italy liked to put it. Still for a moment she hesitated. This was a risky step.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck me with that great big dick of yours!”

“Only if you keep squeezing me with that marvelous juicy pussy of yours!”

“It’s a deal! Just don’t stop! Don’t-ever-FUCKING-STOP!”

Okay. They were fried. Hera opened up the curtain, and gasped quietly at what she saw. It was impossible. Even Zeus had his limits didn’t he? He couldn’t be doing this…

“Ahhh! More! More! More!”

But he was. Zeus’s muscular form was energetically pounding against the curvaceous body of Rhea, his mother. They were both standing up, Zeus pressed against her back, and pushing his cock into her with enough force to make Rhea’s pendulous breasts and luscious full ass jiggle.

“Oh-oh-fuck—I’m going to come, son! You hear that? You’re going to make mommy come!”

“Shit! This pussy of yours is going to make me come soon, mother. It’s so fucking good…”

“It should be—it made you!”

Hera stood there, trying to breathe. They hadn’t seen her yet. Good. She could go, and they’d never known she’d seen them—them fucking. Rhea and Zeus fucking. Fucking each other. A mother and son, fucking. How could they do it…? How…? Hera stared at them. Zeus was grabbing Rhea’s breasts and was now yanking roughly on her nipples. Rhea groaned, and leaned her head back to kiss him. Hera was glued to the doorway. She knew it was wrong, knew it was sick, but she just had to watch these two.

Rhea and Zeus broke their kiss. “Shit—I’m coming!” screamed Rhea.

Zeus slapped her ass, lustily. “Oh yeah! Come on my cock—come on my cock, bitch!”

Rhea looked back at him, and gave a nasty sneer. “First, shoot it in my pussy! Shoot your wad in mommy’s pussy!”

Zeus bellowed, and grabbed Rhea’s shoulders, thrusting forward with sudden force. “Shit! Shit! Feel it! Feel it! Feel my seed in your cunt!”

Rhea alanya escort screamed in response. “Fuck! Fuck! Oh, FUCK! You’ve made mommy cum, son! Feel MOMMY CUUUUM!”

Hera watched as the fluids leaked from Rhea’s cunt down the pair’s legs. Breathing heavy, a thin sheen of sweat on their divine bodies, the pair leaned against each other. Rhea kissed Zeus’s cheek lightly, as he massaged her clit with his right hand, and her nipples with his left. “Zeus, my son, you’ve reminded me exactly why you’re my favorite son.”

Zeus nipped her ear in response. “Also the most duteous.” He moved down to her neck. “Now then, are you ready for another round…”

Rhea gave a throaty chuckle. “As soon as you are, dear…”

Hera leaned forward, now, intent on seeing more. It didn’t matter that Zeus was screwing his mother—or rather it did, but it only made things hotter. She just had to see them do it again. Hera smiled slightly. Divine incest shouldn’t seem so very odd to her. She and Zeus were, after all, brother and sister, even if things had been so odd that even he seemed to forget that most of the time. But still—Rhea represented a line that even Hera had thought couldn’t be crossed, and now it turned out, Zeus had done that—had done that often enough that the pair had even developed a certain familiarity…

Hera was so busy thinking that, that she failed to think about other matters like balance, and toppled forward into the closet, right in front of Zeus and Rhea. The pair broke their foreplay mid-kiss to stare at her.

“Hera?” Zeus stated—more mildly surprised than concerned, Hera noted.

Hera gulped, and stared at him defiantly. “I saw it, Zeus! I saw the whole thing! Do you think you can keep the throne when the other Olympians discover you’re giving it to your mother? So if I were you, I’d…”

Hera’s tirade was cut off from a deep laugh from Rhea. “Hera? Spying on us? I think she’s been a naughty girl, don’t you, Zeus, dear?”

Zeus grinned. “Oh, yes, I most certainly do…”

Rhea stepped out of his embrace, leaving Zeus’s impressive cock hanging in the air. Hera stared at it, nervously, as Rhea kneeled before her, her large breasts and erect nipples inches from Hera’s face. Rhea licked her lips, as she eyed the fallen Queen of Heaven. “And we all know what happens to naughty girls, don’t we?” Rhea’s hand ventured forward and gave Hera’s ass a light swap. “They get punished…”

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Gremory appeared in a flash of black light and smoke, and before it had even cleared, she realized it was all going wrong. Typical summoners were teenagers equipped with half-memorized words they’d found on a forum, with not even a Seal of Solomon to protect them. Better prepared summoners had sigils they’d traced from library books and mispronounced words invented by the Golden Dawn; these folks were harder to enslave, but just as easy to trick. (Perhaps even more so- a little confidence is a dangerous thing.) What she had never, ever seen before was a nerdy goth girl passed out on the ground, and a beautiful winged figure who seemed to be carved from silver marble.

She hadn’t even seen an angel in over a millenia. Even once more was too much.

“Ill-met, my adversary,” Gremory said in as detached a tone as she could manage. “Do you serve as this foolish summoner’s guardian angel? It seems a lowly job for a member of the heavenly host.” She tossed her long chestnut curls, woven with golden thread and emerald beads, and held her head up high, baring her neck beneath its net of pearls and her bare shoulders gleaming above her wine-red velvet gown. Who was he to think he could intimidate her?

Admittedly, he wasn’t a bad sight himself. Seven feet tall or so, with six wings lining his back, he looked so much like a work of art that it was a surprise when he moved and his silver-marble locks swayed over his shoulders. The light gleaming from his eyes was piercing even to a supernatural being, and his face was so beautiful that if he’d really been a statue, she would have assumed it was made in the likeness of the artist’s lover. He was clad only in a white robe, which was draped around him in such a way as to preserve only the bare minimum of modesty.

“What would you have done to this poor girl?” he asked, indicating the prone summoner. His voice resonated in Gremory’s bones, and she barely suppressed a shudder.

“Whatever she asked for, naturally,” Gremory responded. “Was she really so wicked that divine intervention was needed to prevent her dreams from coming true?”

The angel’s perfect face scowled, which made no dent upon his beauty.

“Duchess Gremory,” he said, “chief procuress of hell. I know what you have gümüşhane escort done to those who call upon you in the name of love. You offer them slaves and call it romance, you twist them into mad libertines with borrowed power, and should another summoner or even a demon desire them in turn, you throw your foolish partners to them in chains as you feast on their suffering.”

This wasn’t entirely fair; Gremory had only done that last part once. When King Paimon, Most Beloved of Lucifer, desires a witch he sees through the scrying glass, it would be foolish for an enterprising demoness not to trick her, bind her, and deliver her to his harem. It wasn’t as if it was her regular business practice.

“I do not seek to war with you over this fool,” she said. “If you care for her so much, you may have her, and I shall be on my way-“

The angel had a hand around her arm before she finished speaking, and with a shock of pain that shook through her entire body but lasted no more than an instant, he yanked her across the boundaries of the summoning circle. Gremory landed ungracefully on the floor, completely uncoordinated in the face of the first physical pain she could remember experiencing in thousands of years.

“Truth follows after you,” the angel said, “even if man’s justice cannot.”

That told her which angel he was- Emmett, Truth, bound to the earth until judgment day as punishment for speaking against humanity’s creation. Rather than joining with Lucifer’s legions, he continued to serve his god while living among the very beings he had warned against. Perhaps it had driven him mad, even more so than others of his kind.

“Shall I humble the demon who seeks to poison humanity,” he asked, “or shall I destroy her altogether? Perhaps I should claim her, and let her know once and for all who rules in the kingdom of the lord. Does that frighten you, duchess of hell?”

Gremory looked up at him, at a loss for words.

The truth was, demons didn’t really fuck unless they were specifically supposed to. If Gremory could fuck the lonely people who summoned her, there wouldn’t be any temptation to lead them into. It was far more wicked to answer their pleas for hatay escort love by forcing innocent women to fall for them; it muddied the summoner’s ideas of consent, and resulted in furious and violent clashes when the love spell wore off.

But this was a bluff. Wasn’t it? Could angels bluff?

When Emmett lowered himself to his knees and leaned over top of her, she had her answer.

“You can’t do this!” Gremory gasped. “You’re an angel!”

“Who are you to say what an angel may do?” said Emmett as he pinned her down. “What right has a demon to determine their own punishment?” He clutched the top of her gown in a fist and ripped it away, scattering beads every which way across the ground and baring the top half of her body- a beautiful body designed to entice men to sin- to his eyes. Gremory struck and flailed at him, but he hardly even seemed to notice.

“Hell can produce loveliness, it seems,” said the angel. He groped at a large, bare breast while maintaining his infuriatingly calm expression. “Even if it is only a pornographic imitation of Eve.” Gremory snarled and attempted to spit at him for that, but he stopped her with a kiss that electrified every nerve in her body. Bliss mixed with terror- Emmett would have made a good demon.

Gremory had almost decided to stop struggling when the angel cast aside his robes and she saw what was between his legs.

She’d heard of the sons of god finding the daughters of man fair, but by all that was unholy, how had they ever managed to do anything about it? That thing was as long and wide as her lower arm, even if it did taper off to a curved point at the end. At best, a mortal girl might be able to fit in the very tip. Gremory looked up at Emmett, planning on hurling some defiant insult, but none came to mind.

“How can you even walk?” she asked instead.

The angel gave her no response, but tore at her skirt, baring her long legs and the silken hair between them. She pushed up her knees to dislodge him, but her struggles were significantly weaker and more distracted than before. One of Emmett’s knees forced her legs apart, and she felt the curved point of his phallus prod at her lower lips. When he made his ısparta escort first thrust, she prepared to be ripped apart.

It seemed, however, that heaven was merciful. Though Gremory was filled and stretched to a greater capacity than she knew was possible, the sensation was not painful. In fact, the curved tip pressed against a spot inside her that made her weep, and when he began to pull out again, she clutched at his shoulders frantically.

“Wanton creature,” he said.

“Pious tyrant,” she replied. Any further words of defiance were knocked out of her by the next thrust, sending her to the ground again with her back arched and her eyes dizzy. At first she tried to scratch at his arms with her nails, but what was meant to be a struggle turned into desperate grabbing, pulling him back down into her. Emmett’s hands were all over her body, and his lips kissed along the side of her neck no matter how she twisted.

“Lucious,” he sighed as he ran a hand over her thigh. “You paint the path to sin with such sweetness. What a beautiful creature our child would be.”

That wasn’t possible…right? Gremory felt a thrill of fear at the thought, but each rough thrust shaking her body made it harder and harder to think about anything clearly.

“Harder, you bastard!” she screamed. Each time he hit the sweet spot inside her, it pushed her nearer to shameful joy and, and she was seized with fury whenever he withdrew. The light of heaven- awful, awful heaven- and she screamed with pleasure as he at last pushed her over the edge.

A demon who came dancing on an angel’s cock. She was never going to live this one down.

The angel continued to attack her now-limp body until at last he too collapsed in a climax. He pressed another kiss upon her forehead, and Gremory could only groan in response. She was a mess- her finery was strewn about the ground, her hair was undone, her skin was marked with heaven’s touch and her insides still pulsed and ached. Even when Emmett lifted himself from off of her, she doubted she would even be able to rise to her knees.

Fortunately- or rather, unfortunately- she was spared trying. The angel of truth wove his fingers into her hair and pulled her, prone, after him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she moaned.

“Claiming the rewards of virtue,” the angel responded, as he dragged her away.

***

Raven Levine, novice witch and first-time summoner, remembered only one thing about her attempt at goetia- the image of a man made of light dragging away a naked woman by her hair. She never touched a demonic seal again.

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I close my eyes and dive.

I’m naked, save for my bandana and loincloth. For tradition.

(“It’s bad luck to scandalize the fish,” my mentor used to say. Her idea of a joke.)

The water is heavy and cold on my skin. I feel around through slippery kelp for precious pearl oysters.

After a few more dives, when the sun is getting low, I bring my prizes to the sand for inspection.

I take an oyster into my hand, cradling it as though not to injure it.

With a finger, I part the coarse mouth. I press my fingertip into the delicate flesh–so soft and slippery!–massaging it with deep, swirling strokes.

A nub emerges from the folds. Carefully, I persuade it to expend itself into my hand.

My patience is rewarded. The oyster gives of its pearly white treasure, so perfectly pale, gleaming with briny moisture.

I wipe away the salty drops and deposit the pearl into a soft pouch.

I work my way through the other oysters, encouraging them to spill their essence. But none do.

There isn’t much daylight left. The water goes from tekirdağ escort darkly translucent to inky black.

With stiff muscles and a tired mind, I dive. I propel myself into the wet, icy flesh of the world, and things start to go wrong.

I haven’t breathed properly. My muscles are setting like clay. I open my eyes to the offensively salty watery, and I’m not sure which way is up.

I’m eerily calm as a creeping darkness overtakes my consciousness.

I open my eyes one more time, indifferent to the sting. Absurdly, there’s something down here with me.

It seems like a man. But I can’t tell for sure.

I’m descending towards him. Not on purpose. It’s like I’m falling.

He raises his arms in a welcoming hug.

And he keeps raising arms, thick, powerful, in all directions, curling towards me…

Then I’m on my back. I can’t see what’s raising me from the water. Cold wind stings my vulva through my pubic hair. I realize that my loincloth is gone.

Something has tokat escort me by the ankles. I try to jerk my feet away, but I can’t. All I see when I look down is long, thick coils, black and featureless.

I’m trying not to panic.

The wind whips my hair around, drying my eyes, raising goosebumps, hardening my nipples.

There’s something between my feet, like a dark bald head. It approaches my cunt like a nosy animal.

Before it can push its way into a place that only lovers have known, I force the word out.

“Stop!”

The head pauses.

Another looms in the corner of my eye–two of them?–and, for the first time, I feel the intimation of words.

It makes me a promise I can’t turn down.

I acquiesce, and the head between my legs afixes itself to my cunt. I feel countless tiny little pulses, and I realize the thing is sampling the blood of my menstruation.

Despite my dread and the tightness in my stomach, I register the pleasure. It’s a transgressive pleasure, being voluntarily trabzon escort molested by two beings I’m powerless to stop.

Then the thing is applying its pulsations directly to my clitoris, and I can’t help it. I’m starting to come.

The one above my face cradles my breast. Its mouth descends upon mine, smothering my hoarse cry as my orgasm ripples through me…

I take a deeply drawn, ragged breath. My dried, salty eyes spring open. It’s nighttime. I’m laid out on the rocks, under the starshine of a cloudless night sky.

I take stock of myself.

My legs are covered in strange uniform bruises. I’m sore, worn out, lungs aching. My mouth is bitter from seawater. My loincloth and bandanna are missing.

But, otherwise, I think I’m okay.

I touch myself between my thighs. My fingers come away wet with a thick coating of ocean slime.

Then I notice the oysters.

Stiffly, I hoist myself into a sitting position. The oysters are laid out by my side. Not a lot of them, but enough for a precarious armload.

Flashing back to my earlier disappointment of a single pearl, I gather them up into my arms, and find that my breasts and neck are covered in the same bruises as my legs.

I perform my ritual with the oysters, fingering them one by one, encouraging them to open for me and spend themselves on my hand.

Each one gives me a large, perfect pearl.

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