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Chapter 2 – Ulrise

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did something crawl there?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sitting on a stone, she considered her options. The Mistress probably knows what kind of curse it is, and maybe even how to cure it. Ulrise still had nine vials of these tasty white ‘magicka detection’ potions that can help her contact the redguard woman but was hesitant to use them. How can she get any credible information?

Ulrise needed leverage over Mistress. The woman hired the assassin to find whoever was affected by this magic and paid a ton of gold, which meant it was important to her. The blond smirked, a plan forming in her head. She will find whoever her target is and take them hostage. Then she will contact Mistress and demand answers under the threat of killing the hostage.

But where to head? The nearest village was Dragon Bridge, so if anyone was affected by this purple crap they are probably from there. She moved on, using the sun for orienting.

Slowly she traversed the forest, moving not in a straight line but making left and right zig-zag turns and searching for possible tracks of humans or monsters from the cave.

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Chapter 1

Reaching moon-fall

Year 20 R (Republic, Imperial date 7961 E)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I may never get a better chance.

***

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

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The Compromise

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My Queen,” Lara said.

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

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

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

“Yes My Queen,” she said.

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

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

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

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

“But how-“

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

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

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

“By killing Wyman?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

“As I thought,” she said.

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

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

“No, I didn’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smiled and said, “Thank you Helena.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ch.13: Reformed Wizard

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

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

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

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

Animar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you their mother?”

She nodded wordlessly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Agneta,” she replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

Nymsya
Nymsya
Nymsya

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But then there came a bash on the door.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Ben quietly said.

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

“What was that?”

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

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

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

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

“Pfffft, you know you love me, Boss.”

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

“Thanks, Boss!”

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

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

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

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

“Getting to know one another?”

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

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

“Plot?”

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

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

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

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

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

“No, Boss. None whatsoever.”

“Did they act suspicious around you?”

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

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

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

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

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

“See what I’m dealing with?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bullshit,” Raven said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can do that,” Raven asked.

“Yeah,” Ben said. “No problem.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me, too,” Lisa said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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(Note; this story is a sequel to my earlier Restarted, parts one and two, and to The Transgression Solutions, hence also belongs in the same series as Thanks for the Memories.)

*

The two people lurched through the apartment door together, humming the tune of “Waterloo” in very poor harmony, and then the man stopped for a moment to tell the apartment lights to come on at one-third power. Then he turned towards the woman and leaned towards her.

She didn’t accept his kiss, however, but held him at a little distance as she looked him in the eye. “Is it really true, then?” she asked.

“Is what true?”

“About you being ninety years old.”

“Ninety-four, actually. But of course it’s true. You can look at my implant if you want.”

“Fucking hell.”

He paused to stare at her. “How old are you, then?” he asked.

“Nineteen,” she replied. “Fuck. Bit of a difference, isn’t it?”

“Look,” he said, “if it’s just too weird for you, do just say.”

“No. It’s just fucking amazing. I’m up for it, so long as you fuck like you look.”

“How do I look, then?” the man asked.

“Actually,” the young woman said, “you look like an office worker who goes down to the gym too often.”

“Oh. Well, in that case, I think that I can promise that I fuck better than I look.”

“Good,” the woman said, unfastening the clasp that held a black lace shawl across her shoulders. Throwing the shawl aside, she stood with her hands on her hips as the man gazed at her crimson leather corset. Her long, jet-black hair was fastened in two plaits, which hung down past her shoulders, while her face was pale, and she appeared to be wearing dark eye make-up and scarlet lipstick.

“Nice,” he said, and untied the laces that held the corset closed at the top.

“Old-fashioned enough for you?” she challenged.

“Lot more old-fashioned than me, actually,” he told her. Grasping the top edge of the corset with both hands, he drew it open so that her breasts came free. “Nice,” he repeated, and bent forward to kiss them. Her skin was pale, almost dead white, while her nipples were like dark rubies.

“Thanks,” she said, looking down to watch his mouth working on those nipples.

“Just out of interest…” he said, raising his head again to look her in the eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Sorry, but this stuff is new to me. You’ve had some kind of treatment, to look like that?”

“Oh, yeah. Semi-permanent pigment modification. You like it?”

“Looks great,” he assured her, and illustrated the point with several more kisses. “But if I look so boring to you,” he asked, straightening up and grasping her waist with both hands, “why’d you take an interest in me?”

She shrugged. “Dunno really,” she said. “I guess that there was something about the way you were watching the band — fuck, you were at the gig in the first place … What’s so funny?”

“Sorry,” he said. “But — an Abba tribute band?”

“Yeah. What about it?”

“I guess that I was surprised to see someone like you there.”

“Why’s that?” she said, sounding slightly annoyed but mostly puzzled.

The man shrugged. “Well,” he said “look — is your style Goth Revival or something?”

“Goth,” the young woman said fiercely. “Never needed reviving.”

“Okay,” he said, “but I don’t remember Goths being very into Abba in my time.”

She shrugged. “Are we going to stand here all night?” she asked.

“Sorry,” he said, releasing his grip and guiding her into the apartment. “Would you like another drink?”

“Not specially,” she said. “Would you like a fuck?”

“Yes,” he said, diverting her towards his bedroom. Once they were there, she sat on the bed to unfasten and remove her high-heeled shoes, and then stood up again and pulled up the hem of her multi-layered black gauze skirt so that she could drop the black lace G-string she was wearing underneath it. He, meanwhile, had struggled out of his tunic and shirt and kicked off his own shoes, and she stepped up to him and embraced him, nuzzling at his shoulder and then nibbling at it, hard.

“Ow!” he said.

“Oh. Fuck. Sorry.” she said, breaking the embrace. “These are new.” She grinned at him, drawing her scarlet lips back to reveal that her canine teeth were elongated and needle-pointed.

“Hell’s bells,” he said. “Very fancy.” He craned to look at his shoulder, where a pair of small drops of bright blood marked the place where she had bitten him.

“Sorry,” she repeated. “I won’t do that again. Hope you don’t mind them otherwise.”

“No,” he said carefully. “But I won’t be asking you for a blow job.”

She grinned again, more naturally now. “I’ll make that up to you,” she said. “Take your pants off.”

The man obeyed, and the woman ran a hand down his belly until she reached his cock, which she began to manipulate deftly. At the same time, she began to run her tongue over his nipples. He gasped, and simply artvin escort stood enjoying the sensation for perhaps a minute, before steering her to the double bed. She sat down and lay back, and he finished unfastening and opening up her corset. She cast it aside, leaving herself topless. Then he lifted her skirt up, and smiled as he saw her stocking tops and her pussy, with just a neat tuft of dead-white hair contrasting with the hair on her head. He moved up to the medical implant display on her shoulder, tapped it three times, and smiled at what he saw. She returned the gesture with an impatient look, then raised her eyebrows.

“Okay,” she said, “you are ninety-four.”

He moved back down her body to bring his mouth to her crotch. She moved her thighs apart, and he knelt between them and probed her cunt with his tongue. She inhaled sharply for a moment when he found the entrance, then relaxed as her probed and caressed her.

After a moment, he looked up. “Pardon my saying,” he said, “but you’ve been heavy with the perfume down here.”

She laughed. “Oh, that,” she said. “that’s a treatment. Just a temporary thing. Lasts about a month.”

“Jeez,” he muttered, then went back to her pussy. Running his tongue up the line of her cunt lips, he made her gasp for a second with careful pressure on her clitoris, then stood up and pushed her skirt entirely away from her crotch. She wriggled a little further up the bed, he knelt between her thighs, and she sat up and took his erection in one hand while caressing his balls with the other. A moment later, he began to breath deeply as she moved her grip carefully up and down the length of his cock, and she grinned her fanged grin as it quivered in her hands, the tip glistening before her eyes.

“God,” he said, then “please…”

She took her hand from his balls and applied it to her own pussy, fondling herself for a moment and then carefully parting her cunt lips as he gazed down at them. Then she shifted a little more, guiding him to her entrance.

He began to push into her, carefully and slowly — slowly enough that after a few seconds, she was digging crimson-painted fingernails into the sides of his hips, pulling him in harder and faster. She gasped sharply as he entered her entirely, and then they grinned at each other as he held himself above her.

Then they began to move together, and she sighed deeply. “Ninety-four…” she muttered.

“Body’s just a few months old…” he replied. “Younger than yours…”

“You saying I’m old?”

“Hell, no.” He smiled briefly. “Young and tight.”

“Glad you like it.”

“Anyway,” he said, “I hope that I do fuck better than I look.”

“I dunno,” she said. “I’ve never fucked an office drone.”

“Perhaps you ought to,” he said, pausing for a moment. “I was one for forty years.” He smiled. “Though actually, I think that I was pretty boring fuck most of that time.”

“So being Restarted…”

“Made me fit and healthy again,” he said. “But it was realising that I had a second life made me want to do things better this time.” He moved again, slowly but firmly inside her. “And to fuck a few more different women.”

“I’m another tick on your list?” she asked. He didn’t reply, but kept an impassive expression as he thrust into her steadily and rhythmically. “Oh, fuck it,” she muttered, and wrapped her stockinged legs around him, clamping her heels against his thighs. She closed her eyes, and began to gasp ecstatically, occasionally letting slip another “oh, fuck,” until with a final deep gasp, her body quivered under him.

Now he lowered himself on top of her, holding her head gently with both his hands, pressing his chest against her breasts. His thrusts grew harder and less regular, until suddenly he too groaned, and she felt his orgasm pouring into her.

They rested together for a moment, and then she disentangled her legs from around him, and he carefully extracted his softening cock from her pussy and rolled off her. They lay side by side, silent for a moment.

“I hope that wasn’t too conventional for you,” he said pensively after perhaps a minute.

“What do you mean?”

He laughed. “Sorry. Me thinking in clichés. I wondered if you’d turn out to be into bondage or something.”

She grinned. “Wanna be tied up, then? Or do you wanna tie me up, then, lover?”

“I’ll try anything once. Having a dangerous vampire at my mercy… Yeah, mind if we try that?”

“Okay.” She shrugged.

He found a couple of soft scarves somewhere, and fastened her wrists to the head of the bed. She wriggled and grinned, and he ran a hand gently over her breasts, before examining her skirt for a moment until he found the fastening. Undoing that, he removed the garment and threw it onto a nearby chair. Then, slowly, a little teasingly, he rolled her stockings down her legs, one after the other, leaving aydın escort her entirely naked. She sighed softly with pleasure.

“It’s traditional to impale a vampire with a wooden stake,” he commented.

“No fucking wooden stakes here, lover.”

“This do?” he asked, with a gesture.

She glanced at him below the waist. “Yeah, it will. So impale me with it, why don’t you?”

She spread her thighs and he placed himself between them, then carefully guided himself to her entrance once again. “Want it?” he asked.

“Fuck me, you bastard!” she said softly.

“Like you could stop me.” He pushed, and they sighed in unison.

“Yeah,” she said.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Yes, yes, yes,” they chorused as he pounded into her. She bared her fangs for a moment, and he reared back, than set to pounding her harder and harder. She let out a shrill “oh!” then writhed against him; he lowered himself so that he could clutch her naked buttocks with both hands, squeezing her against himself. She grinned, and he gasped as he came again.

Then he carefully extracted himself, his softening cock briefly leaving a silvery trail on her pale skin, and sat beside her, looking up and down the length of her body with a soft smile.

“You wanna untie me know?” she said, “Just I’m getting a bit of cramp here.”

“Not yet,” he said, suddenly abrupt.

“Oh,” she said, staring at him. “Oh shit. Look, my phone knows where we are, and it’ll call for help if I scream right. And my implant’s supposed to call someone if anything happens to me.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” he said quickly. “I’m not into any of that stuff. You’re safe with me. I’ll untie you in a minute. I just want to have a word with you and not have you find an excuse to leave.”

“Fuck you,” she said. “I will scream…”

“And I’ll tell people that you’re an industrial spy.”

“What?”

He smiled softly. “And that bite,” he said. “Technically … okay, well, I guess that you can say it was consensual. But would you want anyone to take too close a look at those teeth?”

She studied him carefully. “What do you think this is about?” she asked carefully.

“Oh, the hospital warns all of us,” he said. “There’s no magic drug in our blood, but there are enough commercial secrets involved in the Restart thing that certain people might want a sample. Just to see what they can find.”

“And you reckon that’s what I wanted?” she said, not sounding quite disdainful enough.

“Once my brains had taken over from my balls,” he said. “I mean, say what you like, you and those couple of friends you were with did look out of place at that gig. And I’m not sure I’m very interesting at first glance, let alone being your type. And the bite … well, I hope that you’re normally more careful with those things.”

She stared at him. “So what do you plan to do now?” she asked.

“Me? Not much. The hospital told us to be careful, but there are a thousand ways to get a blood sample from someone if you really want, so they make sure that there’s not much in there to discover. This is no big deal, really. I guess I’m mostly just curious. Are you really an industrial spy?”

The woman sighed, all the defiance fading. “No,” she said, “not really. Not, like, as a full-time job.”

“Then what’s this all about?”

She sighed. “All these treatments cost money,” she said. “One of the doctors at the clinic — he knew that I was looking at some new expensive stuff, and he told me that he could get me it for free if I could get something for him. He’s got connections, in the pharma biz.”

The man sighed. “Of course he has. So you sold your soul to become a vampire,” he said.

“It was just a little job,” the young woman muttered.

“Sure,” he said. “Did you get paid in advance?”

“The teeth are the pay. Most of it. They’re supposed to take out the mechanism when I go back with the sample. Make them a bit less sharp, too.”

“That’s probably just as well, yeah.” He shrugged. “Look, I believe you — maybe I’m gullible, but sorry, you really weren’t slick enough to be an expert spy — and I don’t want to screw things up for you more than you might screw up yourself. Let’s say I won’t tell anyone about you personally if you tell me the name of the clinic and the doctor.”

“You’ll do that?” she said.

“Why not?” he said. “This isn’t my fight. I got bitten, but I got laid too, so what the hell. If you get a sample, other people may not try. I’ll even not tell anyone for a day or so. Should give you time to get the teeth changed.”

The young woman gave him names, and he checked them with a portable computer. Then he stepped over to the bed and reached out to one of her wrists.

“By the way,” he said, pausing, “I haven’t forgotten that you’ve still got those teeth. But aside from the house computer and my implant, I’ve got ten or twenty pounds balıkesir escort of Restarted muscle on you. Plus seventy-five years of being nasty.”

“I’m not a complete idiot,” she muttered.

He untied the bonds, and the young woman massaged her wrists briefly and looked at him sheepishly. He looked back at her with a faint smile.

“I have to admit,” he said, “In ninety-four years, I’ve never done it with a professional before.”

“I’m not a hooker,” she snapped.

The man sighed. “You slept with … sorry, I should say fucked me because someone was paying you,” he pointed out.

“Somebody was paying me to get a blood sample,” she said. “They didn’t tell me to fuck you.”

“But they gave you those teeth. The number of ways you could use those without getting arrested is pretty small.”

“I was making this shit up as I went along!” she said. “I had to get you alone and get close to you, sure, but coming back here was just how it seemed to work. And you’re not bad looking, y’know, and I thought what the fuck, I haven’t done it with anyone that old before…”

“I guess I’m flattered,” he said. “Even if I’m a tick on your list.”

“Believe what you like,” she said, sitting hunched and naked on the bed.

The man sat beside her, still naked himself. “Okay,” he said. “Not professional — enthusiastic amateur. Anyway, thanks,” he added.

“What?” she said, startled.

“Some friends have been telling me I ought to be more adventurous,” he explained. “Picking up a cute Goth teenager seemed like a good start. Getting bitten by a wannabe vampire, getting seduced by a spy — well, that stuff was a bonus, wasn’t it?”

“Sarcastic bastard.”

“No, honestly.” He patted her on the shoulder. “thanks.”

“You think I’m an idiot,” she muttered.

“Not really. You’re young and inexperienced, so you want cool toys, you don’t want to defer gratification, and you let yourself be used. But being Restarted makes me pretty impatient too, and makes me want to screw cute Goth girls. So we both got what we wanted. No idiots here.”

“Not sure I wanna be cute,” she said.

“Tough. It’s better than being not bad and interesting because you’re old.”

“What was that other thing you said? About, what, gratification?”

“You don’t want to defer it. You want everything now.” The man sighed. “Don’t worry, being Restarted makes me much the same. It’s why I let you get close to me before I started wondering why you’d want to.”

She stretched out, no longer bothering to hunch around her nakedness. “You are old,” she said, “and it is weird. Half the time, you’re like any other guy, and the other time you talk like my dad.”

“I’ll let you in on a secret. Your dad is probably like me the other half of the time, too. He won’t have teenage-level hormones like me, but if he’s not trying to set you a good example — especially if he’s getting laid — he’ll act human.”

“You reckon?”

“Trust me. Been there myself, fifty years ago.”

“You’ve got kids, have you?”

“They’re old enough to be your grandparents, now.”

“Fuck.” She laughed nervously. “But you didn’t try to set me an example,” she pointed out.

“Not my job. I just wanted to get laid.”

“Actually, you weren’t too bad at that. Really.”

“Thanks,” he said. “I do try.”

By some kind of unspoken mutual agreement, they both moved to lie side by side on the bed as they talked. He looked frankly up and down her body, and shook his head. “Amazing what they can do these days,” he said.

“You can talk!”

He laughed. “True.” He twisted and leaned forward to kiss one of her nipples. She looked momentarily startled, but didn’t stop him. After a moment, though, he paused. “Sorry,” he said. “Being Restarted makes me as bad as any boy your age.”

“S’Okay,” she said with a shrug. “I like boys.”

He laughed. “I prefer girls,” he said.

“Tried boys, have you?”

“Just the once.”

She rolled onto her side and looked at him, startled. He shrugged at her. “What, is that so weird? New life, try everything once this time round.”

“Fuck,” she muttered, and put one hand flat on his chest. “Aren’t you old enough to think that’s illegal or something?”

He smiled. “You know your history. But these days…” he shrugged. “I’m not really that old person any more. Because I don’t want to be.”

She didn’t move her hand. “I know how that works. You’ve got to be who you want to be, right?”

He smiled. “Quite. Oh god, I am turning into a teenager, aren’t I?”

She shrugged.

“By the way,” he added, “did you know that your boobs move nicely when you shrug?”

She flashed her fangs at him. “You trying to be annoying?” she asked.

“Not especially. But we’ve both had what we wanted, so I thought I’d just try being honest.”

“Anyone ever tell you that wasn’t the way to get what you wanted twice?”

“That’d have to be three times,” he muttered, but he also frowned. “I guess that I didn’t think that was very likely,” he said.

“Dunno why not. You’re looking quite hopeful.”

He glanced down at his cock, which was indeed becoming engorged once again. “Just because I want something, doesn’t mean I think I must have got a chance of getting it,” he said.

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

*****

Introduction:

I was sitting at the Space Terminal in the Republics Capita. I was pondering on the circumstances that had brought me to this point as I thought about my first field assignment! Had my superiors lost their minds? Was I about to be suddenly recalled to my desk and told that it was all some sick joke or the failure of some assessment programme or even the result of an enemy computer virus that had infected the agency Central Brain?

I had never been out of the Capital before far less off planet and now I had been asked to go to the Anarchist hell holes of the Free Alliance Worlds. I had the urge to return to my safe apartment and my safe but interesting office job. I considered myself the last choice as being suitable for such an assignment.

However there was nowhere I could run to. I was being discreetly watched and I was also loaded with the latest agency tech hardware and software. In a way it was also a compliment as my superiors consider me a loyal citizen of the Republic. Still I would prefer to be going back to being the office mouse. Well one of the things I wanted to be at least.

I had just been a desk analyst at the Peoples Republic Intelligence Coordinating Kommand for 5 years since being recruited as a student from the Peoples Cosmos Institute.

The acronym made us sound comical and we were the butt of some pretty dire sick humour. Making jokes at the expense of the agency was one form of political humour that was allowed in the Revolutionary Republic.

It was a good front as the agency was not something you wanted scrutinising your affairs. Blackmail, extortion and physical violence were tools that it would use in the defense of the Republic without loosing any sleep. Nor would it stop with those measures mentioned above as murder and assassination were regularly sanctioned by the agency.

The agency though kept a very close eye on political opposition and possible free thinking radicals. It had eyes and ears in every corner of the Republics military and civilian sectors and two of each eye and two ears if not several in every govt front office and even backwater outposts.

Oh as an analyst I was first rate and the office tea and coffee maker and gofer as in go for this and go for that, well I was fine with that. I did wonder though as to why I was even recruited in the first place. I suppose I was a star student with top marks in Natural and Revolutionary Philosophy, my mother and father also being high ranking bureaucrats in the Republican Govt.

My mind swept back to the day when I was called into my superior’s office. It was the day my world was turned upside down and inside out. I remember his words as he and the uniformed Major from the Alien Intelligence Kommando sat quietly scrutinising me. He gave me the creeps, nearly all men did. Not that my inclinations were for women as they gave me the creeps in equal measure. It was my superior’s words that were ingrained on my memory though.

He smiled with his lopsided grin that had just a hint of menace as he spoke “Agent Griffin please be seated!”

He then made an introduction and there was an elongated pause before he spoke again. He spoke brusquely to me as was his usual way and it was clear he had called me for something more than just to make coffee for him and the brooding major.

He spoke “Agent Griffin I have been studying your file and your records! A most impressive record as an analyst! Your work has led to the arrest and conviction of no less than 27 enemies of the Republic!

You have a sharp mind and eye for detail that is most extraordinary! The Major here has noted in your assessment tests a remarkable score of 100% in identifying the faces and profiles of individuals that passed your senses! Even when they were in disguise!

In fact out of all the agents employed at the agency and as you know there are some 50,000! You and you alone scored 100%! You have a unique talent that the major here feels that the Republic can put to better use! For the moment though we will say nothing of what use you might be put to in the service of the Republic!

Your records and indeed your assessment and your overall profile raises questions agent Griffin! You are something of an enigma to us! Indeed it begs the question why it is you are not yet a field agent!”

I knew exactly why I was not a field agent. Well several reasons actually. I did not have the desire or any ambition to be one for starters. I could not shoot to save myself. I would have caused injury to anyone near by if I was asked to hit a barn door at point blank range.

A breeze of wind could knock me over and that was generally why I never ventured out of the safe environment domes. I was a dead loss at unarmed combat which for some mad reason they insisted all agents, even desk hogging analysts should do.

Worse yet I did what I could to get out of anything kırklareli escort that involved any wild or what might be called natural environments. Nature meant dirt and I abhorred dirt of any kind. Fresh untreated air made me nauseous or giddy. It also smelled.

I was also normally an anxiety infected nervous wreck. I took several medications to control that. But then they knew that already. That might have been down to the work I also did though.

Also unlike the other female agents and specifically the field agents I was not what any man or woman for that matter could possibly perceive as attractive. Voluptuous, curvaceous, athletic, sexy or even cute were not synonyms that could be applied to me. I was the mammalian equivalent of a stick insect. I was tall at 6 foot but I was skin and bone. My chest was even struggling to make 34 A or was that 32 A as it was almost as flat as a proverbial pancake’ I wore baggy clothes to hide the fact that I was almost nail like.

Physically I did not have the looks to be a field agent, nor the skills. The idea of being in a social situation with a man or a woman to even flirt, well the very idea made me twitchy. Any man who took an interest in me in that way I considered being insane and if not insane then very likely to be a criminal of some kind.

I was also aware that my father worked as head of the Republics immigration and emigration inspectorate! My one relationship if it can be called that was with a man who just wanted to use me to get some Visa protocols! It left me with no trust in men and the enduring notion that no man would be interested in me just for me!

I was the office oddball, well amongst the females at least. In that I was a virgin in every way. I had no sexual experience with either sex. The full extent of my sexual experience was to have a cynical passport hunter stick his tongue in my mouth. Even the idea of kissing repelled me. Mouths contained germs! Germs were everywhere. I suppose dating him had made the others think I was half way normal.

My superior’s words floated into my consciousness again “Agent Griffin you are an enigma!”

I gave him a blank look. What did he mean by that? I had the overpowering urges to bite my fingernails or fiddle or tug on my long hair pleats. My superior continued with his exposition as he let his words sink in “Agent Griffin! Your file reveals two different women! Now let’s see!

Dedicated to your work! Indeed never late and often stay late! Work is always turned in on time or more often than not early! Never drunk at office Party’s! I worry that you have no social life! Social lives are considered to be healthy for our workers in the Republic!

However when anyone is being considered for any special assignment we check them out thoroughly! Indeed you have conducted such background checks yourself on individuals being considered for promotion to sensitive positions within the govt, media, and intelligentsia and more importantly within the military!

So it stands to reason that you would yourself be screened and more than once and that process reveals a different personality from the one that hides behind a Console and a screen! Let’s see what surprises we turned up!

A girl with a remarkable range of esoteric and eclectic interests! Regular attendance at Classical concerts, proficient in several dance styles, an active interest in Art, skilled in several musical instruments, active in your housing commune! I will not bore you with the rest!

In every way a good citizen and a good neighbour! Well I suppose we are neighbours and nobody has complained about you!

Oh and very decisive and ruthless when the need arises! Qualities a good field agent needs! The manner in which you dispensed with and indeed the speed you displayed in dealing with your criminal ex boyfriend, well that was done in the best traditions of the agency!”

I blurted out of the spot “Me! A field agent! I would be a disaster Sir!”

I wanted to dig a hole on that very spot and bury myself. My anxieties rose to the surface. I did not know at the time that was what he wanted as they set me up for what was to follow.

He let the growing turmoil in me spread as I had the urge to run off to a toilet cubicle and lock myself in it. My medications were still in my office desk. I must have I thought looked a comical sight to both of them and to whoever who would be watching as I fidgeted and looked for an escape.

He continued his attack as it now felt to me at that time as he sighed “Contrast that with the psyche profile! This makes for inexplicable reading when you consider other aspects of your profile! However it has been assessed that perhaps this might make you ideal for the operation that the major here wishes to conduct!”

He let those words sink in slowly as my mind went into overdrive with worry. I tried not to look at the Major who was now staring at me with eyes afyon escort that looked as if they were boring into my skull. Then my superior changed tack on me.

His next words further unbalancing me not that I needed anymore to unsettle me as I was now having cold sweats and my stomach was churning! I had probably already been biting my lower lip for several minutes when he uttered “Agent Griffin! Frances! I and your father are old comrades! We passed through university together! Then through the military academy together!

We also served side by side in the victorious War against the Anglic Federation and its corrupt vile allies! Indeed our unit was the first to breach the defences of New London! Your father is a hero of the Republic! Not that he ever speaks about it I suppose!

Oh and I don’t want you to think that you are here for reasons of nepotism! Or because your parents are part of the Party elite! This is a meritocracy in its purest form Frances! You are here because you attained the qualifications to be here!

Anyway how is your mother and father these days! Work and our career paths took us in different directions! How I miss the old days though! How is you’re your younger sister! Will she follow in your steps into the agency?”

I was being slowly manipulated and my guards and defences were being breached one by one. It was part of the agencies classical interrogation techniques. A subtle and implied threat was always better than a direct one. The bastards had found my weak spot. If there was anyone in this galaxy that I adored it was my little sis Lisbeth.

My stomach began to churn more violently and I felt as if I wanted to be sick. I had used such interrogation techniques in my stints as an interrogator. I had a five for five success rate in that. I had learned from masters who had been perfecting their skills and techniques for several centuries.

My superior had let me stew on his previous words as he paused for am apparent breath before continuing “Well let me get to the point as the Major is a very busy man and the reason why you have been summoned! In fact it relates to work that you carried several months ago! The Major is heading up a project called Operation Chameleon! Does the name ring any bells Agent Griffin?”

I sat there as my hackles rose at the mention of the word and I blurted out “Indeed it does! How could I forget! I was chewed out by you in this very office over that Chameleon! You asked me to analyse reports relating to seven enemy agents thought to be operating in Free Alliance Space!

I reached conclusions and suppositions that you did not agree with! Namely that it was not seven agents but only one! You called it a nonsensical piece of work and screamed we are looking for seven agents not a fucking chameleon!”

I began to sweat as I remembered how at the time I took a weeks holiday time after that and even considering resigning from the agency but no one ever resigned from the agency and lived a healthy long life. Such a move normally resulted in a one way ticket to the Penal Mines on the outer edges of the galaxy.

My superior smiled in a crooked fashion as he spoke “Another one of your talents is to hit the nail on the head! Indeed I must unreservedly apologise for my behaviour that day! I also apologise for calling it a work of cheap science fiction and worse! The neurotic fantasy fiction of a woman in need of a fuck!

However in other assessment we have also found that you have a 100% score in memorising faces, names, numbers and dates! In short you have a photographic memory and you were not fooled even when presented with faces of agents within this agency who were in disguise! It is not totally known how you did that but you did!”

He let his apology sink in and I was further unbalanced by what sounded like a compliment. I was unused to compliments. I did not trust them no matter the source of them.

My boss continued “I will let the Major take over from here!”

The till now silent Major opened up with a compliment of sorts “Indeed! That report found its way to my desk! In fact it was the first break in an ongoing operation that we had!

We almost apprehended that agent but he eluded us and escaped from the world where your report said he was likely to be! We followed the logic of your arguments but in trying to track him down again we have had no success! This is why I need you on operation Chameleon! It is and has the highest security rating! We consider this enemy agent a threat to the balance of power and thus to Galactic Peace!

Furthermore the Republic cant afford to fight another long war! Our military is not prepared for one and as hard as it is to admit this, we have fallen behind others in terms of military technology and science! We would in all likelihood lose any war fought now or in the near future!

Needless to say that none of this must go beyond these geodesic walls Agent amasya escort Griffin! Naturally you will also have to sign these documents that I have in my possession!

The first is to acknowledge your full cooperation in keeping secret for the rest of your life; operations with security level 11 clearances!

The second is to your acceptance of a transfer from PRICK to Military Intelligence Directorate 11!”

I was being played of course. They were appealing not just to my patriotic side but also to my pragmatic side which had no desire to see the outbreak of a galactic war. They had done a number on me that was for sure. It was sign or be dragged to those Penal Mines or worse! Believe me there is worse.

I signed naturally being an out and out coward. The Major smiled like a crocodile that was about to get an easy meal before he spoke again. “As I said your report gave us a big break Agent Griffin! But thanks to our bungling the enemy agent eluded us and worse! I can now tell you that we sent our best female operatives after this enemy! No less than seven of them in fact! Four turned up dead! Three are presently missing and are assumed either dead or now in the hands of the enemy!”

Now I was worried. I hope they were not planning to send me to track this dangerous individual down. He was everything I hated in men He was everything that scared me in my life.

The Major continued blandly in that matter of fact tone that could grate “In addition two other of our agents went totally insane and turned into raving nymphomaniacs and had to be institutionalised for their own safety and well being!”

That was code for they are now servicing the Space Marines on one of the Rand R worlds set aside for heroes of the revolution. The Penal Mines were starting to sound attractive to me.

The Major let his last words sink in before continuing

“In our assessments of agents who might have a chance of success in tracking down this individual you scored 69% on those tests! Surprisingly you scored higher than the other agents that we had sent previously to track down this individual!

Indeed our assessment tests were based on the report you did! That report has been updated with information that you did not have access to at the time and with what we have discovered since your original submissions!

However what we cant replicate is some of your logic or indeed your instincts! Indeed your resistance as shown in your psyche reports to the advances of the opposite sex is one of the reasons we feel you can succeed where others have failed!”

I could not believe my ears. They were as I feared planning to do exactly what I feared the most. They were going to send me after this monster and into my worst nightmare and there was nothing I could do about it. Not if my little sis was to be safe. Indeed if I refused my parents might also be in trouble as it was one step from Party bigwig to the Uranium Mines.

If I refused I knew that before the end of this revolutionary year I would be dead, missing, imprisoned or just gaga. I hoped that I would wake up soon and find that this was just a bad dream.

The Major left me to stew on whatever was circulating in my brain before he continued with his pitch “It might be that if we are very lucky that the two agents we sent out this very day will be successful and that we can apprehend or even eliminate this agent but our mission profile assesses that they have only a 45% and a 34% chance of success!”

I groaned inwardly to myself and thought “Typical tactic hold out just a glimmer of hope to the condemned! Why me of all people what did I do to anybody?”

The Major continued in that monotone “Records indicate that you are due some leave time! Two weeks to be precise! It will be granted immediately! I suggest you take it! Thereafter you will be in a very intensive training and induction programme for three months at least!

You will also be part of the Operation Chameleon team from the moment you start at MID 11! Needless to say you say nothing to anyone! I will meet you two weeks to the day at the Space Military Institute here in the Capital!”

I was then promptly dismissed. I thought what nutter did this to me? Who did I upset? I went home and cried my eyes out. It was then my own loneliness struck home. There was really no one I could tell even if I wanted to. Nor could I sleep as then the nightmares began. The many faces of the Chameleon were invading my dreams as they did all those months before when I saw those first photographs. In the end it was my own entire fault.

I felt him borrowing into my soul. We were not meant to have such heretical and anti revolutionary thoughts. I woke several times in the night sweating. I could swear I already heard his voice in my head. He was mocking me with “Hello Rabbit! Hello Mouse! Hello little Robin! Hello kitty!”

A holiday indeed for two weeks. I went to visit my parents and my sister. In the back of my mind was the knowledge that I might never see them again or they me. There was nobody else in my life. It did not occur to me to leave any sort of message behind me that they could read. Should somebody in MID 11 pass on my particulars in the event of the worst? I swore silently to myself an oath that someday in the future I would get revenge on somebody for this.

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Narlissa Quickhands, half-elf and master thief, brushed her hands down her leather tunic. The grass and moss that had clung to it fell away and she grimaced as she stretched her back. She had been watching the manor house for two days now, hiding in the undergrowth and studying the weak points and the places of entry.

That was not her real surname, of course. She didn’t know her real surname. Her elven mother had died when she was very young and her human father had deserted her when she was a teenager. ‘Quickhands’ had been suggested to her by the first fence she ever dealt with and she had liked it so much she decided to keep it.

Narlissa grumbled as she brushed a clump of soil from her chestpiece where it had stuck to the swell of her breasts. She loved her big tits, was proud of them, but they did sometimes get in the way. Standing straight, she looked at the manor house again.

Inside was what she wanted – a golden amulet owned by the baroness that she knew was worth a fortune. Given the baron’s wealth was almost entirely ripped from the hands of the poor she did not feel too guilty about helping herself to some.

In fact, she rarely felt guilty about her work at all. She tended to choose targets she felt could afford the loss, and almost always where their wealth was unfairly or selfishly obtained. The effect of that was a sense of pride in what she did that most people would not have expected a simple thief to have.

But then again Narlissa was not a simple thief, which is why she felt she could pull off this theft. She quickly looked at the manor house again before turning and disappearing into the woods.

It was not far to the village where she was staying and Narlissa reached it quickly, making her way to the inn and entering her room. She needed a plan of action. Looking around the room she sighed happily. A lot of her best memories came in tavern rooms, one of those only a few weeks before when she had fucked the handsome Knight Errant, Sir Jeffrey. She wondered how he had got on in his quest to retrieve the axe in the end.

Shaking her head she brought her mind back to the task at hand. She would have time to remember the past when she had stolen and then sold the artifact. Soon she had sketched out the manor house on a piece of paper and memorised its weak points.

Narlissa sighed as she sat back then, biting her lower lip. Thinking about Sir Jeffrey had made her horny and now her cunt ached to be stuffed full with a nice big cock. Ever since being with the knight she had found herself to be even hornier than usual, and her orgasms were stronger than they were before, too. Given that they were hardly weak kastamonu escort beforehand that was quite something. And to top it all off it seemed to Narlissa that her lovers were getting off harder than ever. It was as if Sir Jeffrey had a magic cock and that orgasmic power was in her pussy now, too.

Staring at the map once more, she decided she needed to do something about finding a willing man to pump her full of his seed. She folded the sketch up and tucked it away into her pack. She knew it off by heart now but it would do her no harm to make sure she brought it with her.

She changed into more comfortable clothes then left her room, heading downstairs to try and take her mind off things. She was planning to rob the mansion tomorrow and she always got nervous before a big job. Anything could go wrong.

Narlissa entered the main tavern room and took a stool at the bar, ordering an ale from the middle-aged barman. He brought the drink to her and she handed him a silver coin she had taken from a noble earlier that week. The man had been so rich he would not even have noticed the small pouch she filled with a handful of his coins.

She sat back then, looking around the room. She needed to be distracted from her nerves and she knew how she would do that. Her pussy still wanted to feel a man inside her and soon she had set eyes upon an attractive man in his early-twenties lounging on the far side of the tavern. He was with two friends, who looked up at her when she approached.

“Hello,” she said simply as she sat down. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

The man looked back at her with a raised eyebrow before speaking. “Not at all. Please sit down. I am Thom.”

“Narlissa,” she giggled back. He really was good-looking, with broad shoulders and short sandy blonde hair. Two blue eyes stared back at her.

His two friends introduced themselves then but Narlissa paid no attention to them. Nor did Thom.

“So what brings you to our town, Narlissa?” Thom said, still looking at her with a quirk to his lips. “I do not recognise you.”

“I’m just passing through. Nothing special,” she said.

“As good a reason as any. I, on the other hand, live here. Stuck working in the fields.”

Narlissa looked him up and down then, very deliberately. He could not have failed to notice. “But there are some benefits to that, no? It has given you nice strong arms at least.”

Thom’s eyes shimmered and Narlissa knew that he had picked up on her flirting. This was going exactly as she wanted it to.

Suddenly, he turned to his two friends. “Why don’t the two of kayseri escort you head back to the farm? I’ll join you there later.”

“But we’ve only just got here-” one of them started, before Thom cut him off.

“Go!”

The two men grumbled as they stood, draining their drinks and marching from the tavern. Thom smiled at Narlissa after they had left and her cunt throbbed with desire.

“Please forgive me for staring,” he said when they had gone. “It is rare that a town such as this sees a woman as beautiful as you pass through it. Especially not one with elven heritage.”

Narlissa smiled back. He had noticed her pointed ears, yet known they were not large enough to make her a full elf. Most people did not know half-elves even existed. In their eyes if you were any part elf then you were a full elf. Of course, the elves were the opposite, and felt that if you were any part human you were not an elf at all and just completely human.

She thought it was time she made her move. “Well, Thom, would you like to see a little more of this half-elf?”

He grinned and nodded, and Narlissa stood up. He stood too and it was then she got a proper look at him. He was gorgeous. He was very well muscled but not huge and stood probably 6′ tall. A lovely height, she felt. Grabbing his hand, she led him through the tavern and up the stairs. Soon they had reached her door.

She pushed it open and tugged him inside, stepping back past him to close the door and shut the lock. He grinned as she threw herself at him, immediately pressing her lips against his and pushing her tongue into his mouth. His hands moved to hold her hips and she crushed her body against him.

Narlissa grabbed the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up, and Thom let her do so. Then she unbuckled his belt and tugged it loose. Moments later he was naked in front of her, his cock quickly hardening. It was a lovely cock, and Narlissa moaned.

She did not have too much time to stare, however, as Thom quickly kissed her again. He pulled off her shirt, leaving her topless. With a groan he grabbed her big tits and began to squeeze them, and Narlissa shut her eyes to enjoy the feeling. He carried on fondling her breasts with one hand even as the other dropped to push down her cloth pants. They fell to the floor, and then she was naked too.

Narlissa gazed at Thom hungrily, before pushing him towards the bed until he thumped back onto it. He grinned as she sank to her knees and reached out to grasp his cock, the look becoming one of pure pleasure as she took his member into her mouth.

She sucked on his length for kıbrıs escort a while, enjoying the sight of his muscular naked body writhing in pleasure at her work. Her pussy was so wet she could almost feel her juices running down her legs and so at last she stood up.

Thom crawled further up the bed as if he knew what was coming and she climbed on too. She quickly straddled him, grasping his cock and rubbing its head against her folds.

“Oh, Thom…” she moaned in delight as she sank down onto his member. She impaled herself on him, his cock stretching her cunt and she sighed in satisfaction at the feeling of being so wonderfully full.

He reached out and grabbed her tits again, squeezing the globes as she started to move her hips. The sensation of Thom’s hard cock sinking into her every time she lowered herself back down caused her to moan and whimper in delight. Soon her pace was rapid and her whole body shook with the speed at which she rode him.

Narlissa stopped bouncing then so that she could lean forwards, putting her hands either side of Thom’s head. His manly jaw was gritted with the pleasure of their fucking and he realised what it was she wanted. Letting her big tits hang free he instead grabbed her waist and immediately began to fuck her hard. His cock slammed into her tight cunt and Narlissa cried out.

She could feel that she was close, her whole body tensing as Thom vigorously fucked her. His own eyes were glazed and he grunted loudly with each thrust. He stared up at her and she leant down quickly to kiss him.

After a few moments she pulled away, gazing back.

“I’m going to come!” he said in a strained voice.

“Me too! Do it!” Narlissa replied, closing her eyes.

“Argh!” Thom shouted, his hips crashing against hers. She felt his cock throb as it emptied its seed deep inside her, could feel the twitches of his length that signalled another rope of cum had been fired into her cunt. His eyes rolled back slightly as pleasure filled him.

“Thom, I’m coming!” Narlissa shrieked, feeling her cunt seize hold of his cock. The waves of pleasure that ripped through her body caused her to twitch with each thump of rapture. Her mind was clouded at the incredible strength of her climax.

Afterwards she slumped back down onto Thom, enjoying his hard body against hers. His firm chest pressed against her soft breasts and she loved the feeling. He grinned at her.

“That was probably the hardest I’ve ever come,” he laughed. “You’re very special, Narlissa.”

He stood then, quickly pulling his clothes back on.

“I should get back to the farm,” he sighed. “Thank you for that wonderful experience.”

Thom winked as he slipped from the room, and Narlissa smiled to herself as she lay there naked on her bed. She had come so very hard, and so had Thom. That was definitely new, but she was hardly complaining. Her sex life had become even better than it was before.

“Thank you, Sir Jeffrey,” she murmured to herself.

She was soon asleep.

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Chapter 22: The Exile

“Ogre…”

Kail tossed and turned in his bed of furs, lightly growling as the familiar and hated voice called to him.

“Ogre…I know you can hear me.”

“Go away,” Kail barked. “I want nothing from you.”

He could almost feel the quake of Caligula’s anger strike out at him viciously. Unfortunately for him, his magic was weak outside the border. Caligula was only able to call to him because of his origin.

He was a part of the valley and so, Caligula still had his call.

“It’s about our little keromedio,” Caligula teased. “I have a little wager I’d like to strike up with you.”

Kail sat up from his furs and sighed. It was late at night. The moon shone brightly against the uninterrupted sky, slipping slits of light through the sides of his home. Part of him despised the gaps in his house that made him visible to wandering eyes; the other more practical part realized that if he had made it any more airtight, he might have made a coffin. Not that those were used anymore. Death was not as solemn and revered as it had been in the old days. Death was simply part of life.

“Well Kail?”

Grunting, he slipped on his clothing and strode out into the night.

“What do you want?”

“Come closer.”

“How close?”

“As close as you can.

Kail began to run towards the edge of the border, moving quickly and quietly through the forest. His eyes were suited for this nocturnal work, and he moved through the forest with ease. It felt almost nice to run at night again.

Zyra had not visited him since that night. If only he had resisted. His stomach churned at the thought of her fucking that pale, blonde human. He supposed that being in the same species might make it natural, but Zyra was all he had. He shared her because he did not want to lose her. Now it appeared he would not get a choice. As he neared the border he could feel that dawn would be on his tail.

“Hurry.”

Kail ran faster and faster until finally he was mere feet away from his home. The valley called to him like air to a collapsed lung, like life to the dying. It was a cruel temptress. His heart raced just at the thought of placing a single foot on the perfectly pristine green grass, or just picking it up to smell it, smell home.

He swallowed. No, he could not. He knew what would happen if he disobeyed his exile. He would be lucky to be killed on the spot.

“I see you haven’t lost your speed.”

Kail watched as the darkness sprouted two glowing purple eyes. He regarded them critically with his own.

“What do you want?” Kail asked. “Haven’t you already taken everything from me?”

“Not…everything,” Caligula lulled sadistically. “We could have taken your speech, or changed you into something more…tasty for the humans. And from what I know…you’ve gained something rather interesting since you crossed the border. Something pretty.”

“Is that why you’re summoning her?” Kail inquired. “To separate us?”

Caligula glared at him in response, unused to the sound of defiance.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Caligula stated coolly. “Your bond is easily broken but regardless of why, your bonding is a nuisance to us.”

Kail laughed bitterly. “What would you have me do? Send her to you with a gift basket? Put in a good word?”

Kail looked at Caligula with cocky disapproval. “It appears your natural charm hasn’t been enough to impress her. Angry that she prefers someone as lowly as me?”

“She is young and stupid,” Caligula said scathingly. “She is ignorant of the true merit of power. Not to worry…” he grinned mischievously, “I’ll have plenty of time to teach her.”

A low threatening growl rose deep from the bottom of Kail’s throat.

“She could be your own daughter,” he growled, pleased when Caligula’s smile dropped. It was one of Caligula’s only fears, that he would taint his own line.

“I could find out, that is of the least importance,” Caligula said a matter of factly, “…but that is entirely up to you.”

“How so?”

“I brought you here for a wager remember?”

Caligula’s easy smile went back into place as he materialized fully in front of him. The man’s chiseled features cut through the dark, his demeanor condescending.

“What would you say…if I told you I would relieve Zyra of her keromedio duties?”

Kail could not help his jaw dropping open. Never had he ever heard of such a thing.

“I’d think it was a trap,” he responded honestly.

Caligula laughed rancorously in response. “Ah, I did like you. Well Kail for old time’s sake I’ll tell you the truth. Yes, it is a trap. You see, if you can convince Zyra to run away with you and leave her family and friends behind, we will let her go. If you can’t, nothing changes and we will rip her from all of you.”

“What about the girl?” Kail asked. “If she goes will you curse her?”

“Her niece? We’ll leave her be. We won’t interfere with anything we didn’t already have a hand in.”

“So the boy?”

“Ours. He will replace ardahan escort Zyra as the new keromedio. Don’t be greedy Kail.”

“Why are you doing this?” Kail sighed. “What would you do if she actually went away with me?”

“That’s why it’s a trap,” Caligula said coyly.

He strode forward, his toes just resting at the line of the border. He regarded Kail with a smirk, his purple eyes mocking him. “You and I both know the type of person that Zyra is. She’s an idealist. It’s a trap because she’ll never take you up on our offer.”

“So you intend to trap her…”

“Not her,” Caligula corrected. “You. She is already ours. You see Kail, I will let this wager stand,” he said. “If you two run away together within the next 7 days, I will honor this agreement. You may not believe she will go with you, but…” Caligula smiled widely. “…you will still try. You want her more than life itself because she is the last thing you have left to hold onto. There’s no guarantee we will bring her back,” he said grinning.

He gave Kail a knowing look. “And you know what happens to them at the end.”

Kail turned his head from him, flashes of his greatest shame shooting for him. What he wouldn’t give to destroy Caligula once and for all.

“I’ve trapped you into taking on this little wager Kail,” the witch chuckled. “You will ask her, I know you will. I know you Kail. Better than anyone, better than you know yourself. I know who you truly are.”

“I know you too,” Kail said angrily. The sun was starting to come up and Caligula was fading. “What do you hope to gain from this? What more?”

Caligula’s form was now a smoky brown mass with purple eyes, dissipating as the sun rose and his power weakened.

“Revenge,” Caligula hissed. “Reminding you how powerless you are, twisting your fate, showing you how little control you have is all I need.” He chuckled, a dark and awful sound. “You should have known better than to steal from me ogre.”

Kail said nothing as the blob vanished. Instead, he made the mistake of looking out into the valley as the sun came up.

The orange and yellow sun turned the landscape red. Fresh wet dew clung to ever leaf and blade, shining the most miniscule greenery to a polished magnificence and splendor. The smell of the grass tickled his nose just for cruelty’s sake, reminding him of the days he spent lying in the fields, staring up at the bright vast sky while children played. It was right there, and he was not. He would never feel it again.

Kail turned with a heavy heart. He bet that bastard planned for him to see that sunrise. No doubt he might make seeing it a habit now.

“Damn you…” he grumbled.

His body trembled as he forced it to turn around and away from the place he loved. His heart ached in agony. He couldn’t take this, not for much longer. Caligula was winning. Kail had to ask Zyra to run away. He lived too close to the pain.

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“Ginger! We’re all out of wine!”

Ginger rummaged through the chest at the back of her tent. She looked through it diligently, finding more bottles of all shapes and sizes, and passing them around.

“You have Ruewater?” Gharla said in shock. “How the hell did you get Ruewater?”

Ginger snickered haughtily. “Oh I have my ways. I traded it the last time we spoke to the Wakai tribe.”

“I thought they didn’t trade for cloth,” Zyra said curiously.

She and the others were in Ginger’s tent, celebrating the last night they would have together before the Ursie’s departed. The sounds of revelry filled the air and she wondered if the others had wanted to partake. Even so, she figured most of them were far too inebriated to care.

“You do make beautiful things,” Gharla slurred, always the first to feel the effects of alcohol.

“Oh please you’re making me blush,” Ginger chattered.

Ginger was a very skilled cloth maker, and her embroidery was second to none. Even so, their neighbors the all female Wakai tribe were more ferocious then they were. They were known for dealing with male tribes only three days out of the year. Instead, if there was a shortage of female warriors, they would kidnap the men from neighboring tribes and force themselves upon them until enough of them produced. As a result, no males lived near the Wakai outlands. Even the Rovians dealt with them sparingly.

“Still, I didn’t trade for cloth,” Ginger replied saucily. She winked at Rell who sat beside Zyra and Enui and passed out wooden cups.

“Then what did you—”

“Don’t ask Rell,” Zyra interjected. She sighed. Some things would never change.

Rair received her cup of first and reached for the Greenberry wine. Her face was dusted by a light blush that reddened more and more each second. Rell, being the gentlemen he was, took the bottle for her and poured her drink. She nodded to him in thanks.

As cups and drink went around, Zyra began to think of what tomorrow would bring. adıyaman escort Rell and the other Ursies would be going home. Then, in a few days, she would be going away too. She tried not to think in lasts, the last time they would all be together, or the last time she would see her brother Rell, or the last time she would be a Rovian. Even though she said she would return, there was no guarantee she would be welcome. The law had been written long ago, before Kyzu and before their mother. They had to set laws to protect their number. When the humans had nearly been wiped out and the only goal was survival, the people worked and moved for the whole. Now that things were more comfortable they had time to have identities, they had settled down. Yet, the fear was always there, the fear that they would fail to hold onto what their ancestors had worked so hard for. Betraying that law would take a strand of will that she wasn’t sure Kyzu had. Zyra had to return in at least 1 year, or she would have nowhere to return to.

A squeeze on her breast suddenly brought her out of her thoughts.

“Hey!” she shouted in outrage. Looking up she saw Ginger with a cup outstretched.

“This is a going away party remember?” Ginger snapped. “I don’t want any awful faces! We have one night together, don’t ruin it!”

Zyra took the cup and took a long sip. Smacking her lips she began to feel better already.

“Fine. That was no excuse to grope me though.”

“Look at my condition darling. It’s a permanent excuse.”

“You think being half nymph—”

“Do you care that I touched you Zyra?”

“Yes!”

“Then we’re not drunk enough.”

Zyra looked at the others and they nodded noncommittally.

“I could drink more,” Rell offered. “Bit close in here though.”

Zyra laughed. “Then let’s get out of this crowded tent!”

She tumbled out with a grin, still sipping the strong beverage as it sloshed out the sides of the cup. Gharla followed after, landing on her elbows in the dirt.

“Hey, back up!” she protested.

“Sorry,” Rell grumbled, stumbling out.

Rair and Enui followed, the last of their party in sync with a tipsy sway.

The slightly inebriated party followed Zyra as she led them to the stream. She and Rell had fond memories in this place, it seemed fitting that they send him away here.

“I didn’t know the stream ran through here,” Enui giggled.

“It’s hidden by the trees,” Rair said softly.

Ginger gave Rell a knowing smile. “It’s a practical hideout. Good for all kinds of things.”

The group gathered down by the water and sat down in a circle, talking hurriedly about anything and everything while they drained their cups of the last of the Ruewater.

“You remember the time—”

“And you pushed him in the water! But he grabbed you!”

“I wanted to beat you both senseless!”

“Where was I?”

“I bet you were sucking down unicorn b—”

“Enui!”

Speech dissolved into laughter as companionship and love encircled the party. Zyra watched in numb content as Ginger began to pull her tunic over her head. The shameless girl made short work of her clothing and dove into the water as naked as the day she was born. She bobbed up, her teeth chattering as she beckoned.

“Come on guys! The water’s cold!”

“That’s a good thing?” Enui chuckled.

The brisk fall winds were sharp on this night, and the weather was bound to turn any moment. Even so, she looked over at the others and winked before tossing her garments off as well.

Rell blushed, turning his head away before Enui’s heavy breasts were freed from her wrap. She jumped in with abandon, laughing as her curls plastered wetly to her head.

“Come on in Zyra!”

Zyra shook her head. “No, I’m too drunk to swim. You go ahead.”

Actually she wasn’t, but she had swum in enough water to last a lifetime. She was finding that water was not a good friend to her. To be honest, she wouldn’t be surprised if drowning became a new fear of hers. She knew Rell, who had nearly been drowned by the selkie Nymare, felt the same. When given the invitation he refused it similarly. Rair looked at the two of them and with a light sway headed towards the water.

Rell’s eyes widened as Rair lifted her tunic above her head, her small tightly wrapped breasts pushed out. He swore he made out the outline of her tight chilled nipples when her back turned and she dove into the water.

“You won’t get much of a show out of Rair,” Zyra chuckled.

Rell blushed and scratched his head. “A man can hope.”

“Ha! Like being surrounded by naked women isn’t living a dream.” Zyra sighed and leaned back against the lone tree that grew beside the stream. She watched as her friends splashed one another joyously, all worries forgotten. She would really miss them.

“Don’t think about it.”

She turned and saw Rell looking at her. His blue eyes seemed to always cut through her bravery, down to what she really feared. karabük escort He and Kail were similar in that way.

“I can’t help it,” she whispered. “How do you stop thinking about something that is constantly on your mind? How do you prepare for when you have to face it?”

“You’re never prepared,” Rell answered picking a leaf from the tree. “If it was something resolved simply it wouldn’t be on your mind.”

She chuckled. “Enui said something like that to me.”

He put the leaf on his palm and blew it into the stream. They watched it drop, tiny ripples starting and ending quickly and quietly. It was very much like their lives. Zyra doubted the new generation save Nima would even remember her.

“There you go again. Stop it,” Rell chided. “Your face is too telling Zyra. You have to work on that.”

“What should I do then Rell?” Zyra asked with a sigh.

“About what? I thought you had decided.”

“Not about everything.” Zyra let out a long sigh and allowed herself to lean on Rell’s shoulder.

“I can feel him pulling away Rell. Kail…I don’t want to lose him.”

“He’s trying to make it easier for you,” Rell stated. “Sound like anyone familiar?”

She laughed in response. “Still…what if he’s not? What if he…doesn’t want to lose me? So he’s running scared.”

“None of us want to lose you Zyra,” Rell said softly. He placed an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in close. “None of us, Rair, Ginger, Enui or Gharla…none of us are cutting our ties because of fear. Why should he be any different? When the time comes, you’ll know how the people in your life truly feel for you.”

Rell smiled at her with a warmth that made Zyra’s eyes tear. She sniffed trying to hold the emotion back. He snickered and she punched him in response.

“Ow!”

“You deserved it!”

Rell let out a sigh and shook his head. “I won’t be distracted Zyra. I’ll tell you this alright? If he loves you as you say, he will be waiting for you when you return. Then, even if you are no longer a Rovian, you will always be loved.”

They sat in companionable silence. The churn of the stream made a rhythmic lullaby and Zyra felt herself falling asleep on Rell’s shoulder. Her eyes grew heavy, she was about to close them when a moan interrupted her.

Snapping her eyes open, she and Rell looked down towards the stream. Inside, they saw Ginger standing behind a bent over Enui who rested her breasts on the grass. She moaned again as Ginger rocked forward, holding her waist like a man. Gharla, no doubt the drunkest of their party, had her back towards the shore and was moving her finger rapidly under the water. Shocked, Zyra sat up and looked at Rell who refused to meet her eyes.

Ginger paused from her phallic thrusting to look at them ruefully.

“No spectators! You either clamber down here or you go back.” She shoved the whittled dick deeper into Enui who arched her back, baring her full supple breasts to the blushing Rell.

“Go ahead,” Zyra said, tilting her head towards them. “I’m going to go.”

“Off to Kail?” he asked curiously as she stood.

She shook her head. “I don’t want another close call. I’ll wait until after tomorrow. Enjoy yourself, alright?”

She gave him a wide smile, ignoring the guttural sounds of sex and Ginger’s annoyance.

“Oh come on Zyra! It’s not like you’re a virgin anymore!” She shoved Enui back down on the ground and increased her pace effortlessly. Enui shrieked out, no doubt cumming on the relentless cock. It was almost frightening how good at this Ginger was.

Zyra raised her hands up and walked off. “No thank you.”

“Oh come on! Live a little!”

“Vine…oh Vine, harder,” Gharla moaned, lost in a world of erotic delusions.

Zyra was almost jealous.

In any other circumstance she would have ran to Kail’s tent like she was escaping from someone. After everything that had happened, she had the self-control to at the very least, wait a night. Besides, she still had her husk and her imagination.

She could see him over her. Easing his green body above her. How lewd it seemed, for him to position his green penis against the folds of her pink, wet, dripping—

“Zyra!”

“Ah!” She jumped, glad that Rell could not see her colors.

“I startled you huh?” he said coyly. “You must have been very deep in thought.”

“Not so deep,” Zyra mumbled, ignoring her oncoming blush. Perhaps Rell didn’t need that power to know.

“Well that’s none of my business now is it?” he chuckled.

“Why aren’t you—”

“It got very weird, very fast,” Rell supplied.

“Ginger wanted me to…penetrate her behind whilst she continued with Enui, but Gharla…we really shouldn’t let her drink. She thought I was…Vine? I don’t know anyone…well anyway, she thought I was him and just…the things she was asking for…”

“Got it! Got it,” Zyra interjected swiftly.

“Repress it, forget it?”

“It’s probably for the best?”

“It is probably for the best.”

They walked on, the night guaranteed to wane at any moment. Zyra let out a long sigh.

“You know, you really should go get some sleep. Your journey tomorrow is a difficult one no?”

“I don’t get as tired as I used to,” Rell said shrugging. “To be honest I don’t know where my own hard work begins and the valley’s power ends, but I’m grateful, for everything.”

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Muhteşem TatilMerhabalar, öncelikle kendimi tanıtayım.. İstanbul’dan Kemal ben. 25 yaşında 1.78 boyunda esmer ve yakışıklı bir gencim. Hikayemin bir konusunun olmasında eminim bunun da bir payı vardır. 2010 yılının temmuz ayında Aydın-Akbük’de keyif yapıyordum. Her sabah düzenli olarak gittiğim beachclub o gün de gençlerle-28 yaş ve altı-doluydu.. Plajda bir göz gezdirince 35lerinde ve oldukça çekici bir vücuda sahip güzel bir kadın dikkatimi çekti. Yakınlarda bir şezlong aradım, çok yakın bir tane buldum ve yerleştim. Hava mevsimin normaline göre bile sıcaktı. Kızgın kumdan ayaklarımı çıkardığımda yüzümde bir tebessüm belirmiş olacak ki ilgi odağımın hoşuna gitti ve gülümsedi. Tekrar tebessüm ettim ve “merhaba” dedim. Kum ateş gibi ama acı olmadan zevkin tadına varamıyoruz sanırım, dedim. T-shirt ümü çıkardım ve beklediğim cevap Elif’in gördüğü vücutla birlikte ayarladığından biraz daha sesli çıktı. Zaman zaman acıyla zevk birbiriyle aynı manaya gelebiliyor, dedi ve iç çekti. Alıcı gözüyle beni baştan aşağı süzüyordu ve ben gerçekten tahrik oluyordum bu bakışlarla. Bir an ne söyleyeceğimi bilemedim ve bakışlarına aynı bakışlarla cevap verdim. Katılıyorum sanırım, dedim ve Elif kahkahayı patlattı. Elimi uzattım.. Kemal ben, narin ve güzel el uzandı elimi okşarcasına sıktı “Elif ben de, memnun oldum” dedi. Memnuniyetim yüzümden okunuyordur eminim, dedim. Bir süre daha konuştuktan sonra birlikte denize girdik. Denizde klasik flörtler bile Elif’leyken tecrübesiz yeni yetmeler gibi heyecanlandırıyordu beni.Teklifsiz bir roleplay başlattı Elif. Yeni sevgililer gibi elele açılmaya başladık. Su boyumuzu aşıyordu artık. Estetik bir yüzüşü vardı, ters dönüyor bana bakıp gülümsüyor yüzüme su sıçratıyordu. Ben de dalıp arkasından çıkıyor mızıkçılık yapmayarak oyunlarına eşlik ediyordum. Bir ara aynı anda daldık ve sualtında karşılaştık. Uzanıp beni kendine çekti ve dudaklarıma yapıştı. Suyun altında ateşli bir şekilde öpüşmeye başladık, su bizi tekrar yüzeye çıkarana kadar devam etti bu. Suyun yüzeyinde bir anlık sessizlikten sonra “Tekrar dalalım, ama bu sefer daha derine”, dedim. Paşamızın hoşuna gitmiş bakıyorum dedi ve ekledi “nadiren tokat escort rastlarım güzel öpüşüyorsun gerçekten”, gururum okşanmıştı, durur muyum?… Senin kadar çekici ve kışkırtıcı bir kadınla ilk defa karşılaşıyorum, dedim. Peki, dedi. Yaklaştı ve yarrağımı avuçladı. Deniz soğuktu ama yarrağım alev alev yanıyor nabız gibi atıyordu. 20 cmlik yarrağımı avuçladıktan sonra söylediği şey hala kulaklarımda, “Potansiyel var”. Beni bağırta bağırta sikmeni istiyorum, becerebilir misin? diye sordu. İstediğin buysa beklentilerini aşarım bile, dedim. Tamam o zaman, denizi boşver daha samimi bir yere gidelim, dedi. Denizden çıktık, toparlandık ve yürümeye başladık. Aklında bir yer var mı? Yoksa bana geçelim, dedim. Farklı birşeyler yapalım, dedi ve ekledi araban var mı? Birazdan yola çıkmıştık. Issız biryer arıyorduk diye düşünüyordum. Ama Elif uzanıp şortumu sıyırdı ve iri yarrağımı avuçladı. Sıcacık dili yarağımın başına değdiğinde keyifli bir inlemeyle elimi direksiyondan çekip saçlarına yapıştım. Elif tek hamlede köklemişti yarrağımı, saçlarından iyice bastırarak deli gibi inledim. Nutkum tutulmuştu. Ağzıyla beni sikiyordu resmen. Biraz sonra lezzetli bir ımm sesiyle “tuzluymuş” dedi ve güzel dişlerini göstererek gülümsedi. Dudaklarına yapıştım ve rüya gibisin, dedim. Yarrağımı hoyratça sıkıp çekerek “Emin ol gerçeğim” dedi. Gülüştük ve tekrar yapıştım dudaklarına. Elif kucağıma uzandı tekrar.. Elinde gerçekten ilgisini çeken birşey tutuyordu ve hakkını vermek için de elinden geleni yapıyordu. Taşaklarımı yalıyor, onları ağzına alıyor içeride diliyle oynatıyor, yarrağımın başını avucuyla okşuyordu durmadan. Dayanamıyordum artık. Gözüme yel değirmenleri takıldı. Uygun bir yer arıyordum, ama yakın da olsun istiyordum. Bir ara-yola saptım ve çok sürmeden uygun, kuytu bir yer kestirdim gözüme. Artık sıra bendeydi. Arabadan çıktım, sert ve kararlı adımlarla Elif’in kapısına ulaştım. Kapıyı aç, Elif’in koluna yapış, aceleyle çıkmasını sağla, sıcak kaputa yüz üstü yasla… İşte sabırsızlıkla beklediğim manzara karşımdaydı. Elif’in taş gibi şekilli ve dolgun kalçaları. Aklım çıkacak gibiydi. Kulaklarıma yozgat escort kan hücum etmiş alev alev yakıyordu. Bikinisini sıyırdım ve elimi bacaklarının arasına daldırdım. Saçlarına sıkıca asıldım geriye doğru çekip boynunu ortaya çıkardım. Yarrağımı amcığına yaslayıp sürtmeye başladım, içim gidiyordu sokmaya. Sol elimle şekilli ve avucuma oturan göğsünü okşamaya, sağ elimle de çenesini tutup geri çekerek boynunu, kulaklarını emmeye başladım. Neredeyse olacakları düşünerek boşalacaktım. Elif öyle tatlı öyle keyifle inliyordu ki sikim kazık kesilmişti, beklersem çatlayacak gibi hissettim ve domaltıp köküne kadar içine girdim. Amcığı ateş, sırılsıklam ve yumuşacıktı. Zevkten çıldırıyor çatır çatır sikiyordum Elif’i. Elif de ortalığı yıkarcasına inliyordu. Kalçalarını tokatlıyor, göğüslerini sıkıyor saçlarını çekiyordum. İkimiz de deliler gibi zevk alıyorduk. Belini sertçe kavradım, var gücümle çakıyordum artık. Doruğuma ulaşmıştım ve böğüre kasıla boşalmaya başladım. Elif diz çöküp ağzına aldı benim ufaklığı. Tek damlasını bile ziyan etmek istemiyordu ve hepsini zevkle yalayıp yuttu. Bittin mi? diye sordu. Cevap vermeme fırsat kalmadan ayağa kalktı, göğsümden iterek beni kaputa oturttu. Önümde diz çökmüştü tekrar. Bu kadın beni gerçekten çok tahrik ediyordu. Sol eliyle bacaklarımı göbeğimi okşuyor, sağ eliyle sikime masturbasyon yaparak somuruyor, ısırıyor ve emiyordu. Çok geçmeden sikim taş gibi oldu. Sağ eliyle sikimi sıvazlayarak, bu kadar mı bağırtacaktın beni?, dedi. Tehditkar bir tonla; Daha fazla!, dedi.Erkeklik damarım kabardı, kanım kaynadı. Sikimi avuçladığı elini tutup ayağa kaldırdım sertçe. Arabaya sırtüstü yasladım ve bacaklarını aralayıp önünde diz çöktüm(önünde diz çökülesi kadındı gerçekten 🙂 Tek bacağını omzuma alıp sağ elimin iki parmağını ıslak amcığına soktum ve klitorisini ağzıma alıp emmeye başladım..İlk inilti muhteşemdi, ben yaladıkça Elif’in inlemeleri çığlıklara dönüşüyordu. Tadı yumuşak ve lezzetliydi. Dilimi ıslak amcığına soktum ve tadına daha fazla vardım. Biraz kendi keyfime daldıktan sonra toparlandım ve Elif’i bağırtma hazırlıklarıma başladım. zonguldak escort Amcığından dilimi çıkardım ve götüne soktum. Götüne dilimi sokuyor içeride oynatıyordum.( O zamana kadar tanıdığım tek bir kadınla bu kadar ileri gitmiştim. Ama Elif’i gerçekten tahrik etmek istiyordum.) Amcığını parmaklayarak, götünü yalayarak bayılacak hale getirdim Elif’i. Zevkten uçuyordu sanki. Saçlarımı çekiyor, başımı avuçluyor sertçe bastırıyordu kendine. Kollarımı tırnak izleriyle doldurdu. Hiçbirşeyi düşünmüyorduk artık. Elif çığlıklar atarken ayağa kalktım ve sertçe amcığına girdim köküne kadar. “Sik beni erkeğim, çatır çatır sik, zımbala beni parçala beni diye inliyordu. Elif’i domaltıp sikmeye devam ettim. Parmağımla yumuşamış götünü sikiyordum diğer taraftan. Artık bağırtma zamanıydı. Beline bastırıp iyice arabaya yapıştırdım Elif’i ve yarrağımı sıcacık amcığından çıkarıp götüne soktum. Önce başı sonra yavaşça gövdesi ve nihayet köküne kadar. Sanırım Elif sevişmemizin başından beri ilk defa bu kadar zevkle inlemişti. Gir çıklarım başladığında çığlıkları öylesine yükselmişti ki biran nerede olduğumuzu hatırladım ve içimi bir korku aldı. Elif’in elimi tutup beni kendine çekmesi ve “daha sert, daha hızlı” demesiyle tekrar kayboldum. Artık hiçbirşey umrumuzda değildi sanırım. Çılgınlar gibi sikişiyorduk. Gören olsaydı eminim sadece seyrederek bile boşalabilirdi. Gir çıklarım hızlandı ve sertleşti. Belini sertçe kavramış, sabit ritmle çatır çatır sikiyor arada kalçalarını sertçe tokatlıyordum. Her zamanki gibi içimdeki hayvan uyanmıştı. Hareketlerim Elif’i çileden çıkarıyordu. Artık çığlıkları düzensiz soluklar ve iniltilere dönüşmüştü. Kasılıyordu, ama ne kasılma çifte boşalma yaşıyordu. Hem anal hem vajinal. Bacakları titremeye başladı, ve keskin bir çığlıkla doruğa ulaştı. Öylesine tahrik olmuştum ki ben de kasılmaya başladım,sertçe girip çıkarak böğürerek volkan gibi patladım. Sanki uçaktan atlamış boşlukta süzülüyordum. Elif daha fazla dayanamadı ve dizlerinin üstüne çöküverdi. Bacakları titriyordu hala. Yanına çöktüm, arabaya sırtımızı yasladık ikimiz de. Yüzündeki titrek gülüşe bir daha hasta oldum ve yumuşacık olmuş dudaklarına tekrar yapıştım. Gerçekten mükemmel bir deneyimdi. Uzun bir süre ikimiz de konuşmadık. Öpüştük, gülüştük, bir ara şarkı mırıldanmaya başladık. Diğer arkadaşlar gibi sonrasında neler olduğunu anlatmayacağım. İlklerin heyecanı her zaman bambaşka. Herkese mükemmel ilkler diliyorum hoşçakalın.

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