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The following morning, Jordan groaned as he sat up in bed. Rubbing his shoulder, he cracked his neck. “How Grogek manages to recover from these bouts, I will never know.”

Elunara giggled. “Usually, he just takes it out on his trainees. But these days…” She sat up behind him, her belly pushing into his back, as she massaged his back and shoulders, pouring her healing energy into him.

His groans changed tone and his eyes rolled up. “That’s the ticket.”

Kissing his shoulder, she grinned. “We could go again.”

“Ahh, my dick is begging for a reprieve.”

“Poor baby. I could kiss it and make it better.”

“Well, maybe just once.”

A small knock on the door had them both wincing. Jordan grabbed his blanket and put it over his crotch. Elunara opened the door. “Mommy, can we go see daddy now?” Emaline was already dressed.

“Of course, little sweet. Let me get dressed.” Elunara closed the door behind her and went to the big room. Grogek and Tulani watched her walk in. Susan had apparently already gone to deal with her children. Elunara got dressed. “I’ll be back tonight.” She winked.

———

Together, Elunara and Emaline made their way into the Keep. Varian was sitting in his throne, chin propped up on his fist. Elunara and Varian’s eyes met, and she saw the deep sorrow within. Without breaking eye contact, she marched over to him, straddled his lap, and grabbed his chin. Pulling his face to hers, she laid her lips on his whisper soft. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands going up the back of her shirt. She pressed in deeper and took control of his mouth, dancing and teasing. Slipping her tongue into his mouth, she tangled their tongues, before tracing his teeth. In and out she darted her tongue, while his hands explored her back and butt.

A cough did not intrude on their thoughts as they devoured one another. Elunara slid her arms back around his neck and crushed her fingers into his hair. The cough was louder, more insistent, but still they ignored it. Varian’s finger slid down the crack of her ass, and she rocked her hips. Both of his hands were now on her ass, squeezing and massaging.

“Do you really want to do this here?”

Varian broke free of Elunara’s mouth. “Go away, Greymane.” He recaptured Elunara’s mouth with his own.

“You do realize your daughter is watching.”

Rolling his eyes, Varian broke away from Elunara’s mouth again. “She’s seen her parents kiss.”

“I highly doubt that is where you two are going with this.”

Elunara grinned at Varian. “He’s got a point.”

“Fine.” Varian grabbed Elunara and stood up. He carried her into the bedroom and closed the door with his foot. Sitting Elunara gently on the bed, he let his armor crash to the floor where it may. His hands found her cheeks and his mouth returned to hers.

Trailing down her neck, his fingers brushed against her skin, down to her shirt, they brushed the tops of her breasts. Still, he travelled down further, his hands cupping her belly, as they continued to devour each other. He broke the contact and knelt in front of her. Taking off her shirt, he kissed her large belly. Moving next to the pants, he pulled these off with agonizing slowness. She leaned back and propped her hands on the bed. Reaching under her belly, he stroked his fingers through those wet folds beneath. Sliding in his fingers, he stroked deep within, as he used the back of his hand to stroke the inside of her thigh. Pumping his fingers in and out, he ran his lips up and down her thigh, sucking and licking. She groaned and tried to reach for his head.

He switched legs and worked his way down to her ankle. He tormented her skin with his mouth and tongue, tracing patterns and swirls as she gasped and grabbed at him. When she was dripping down his hand, he stood up and guided himself into those waiting folds. She lifted her hands, and he took them, holding on to her hands as he rocked his hips in and out, careful, and slow. He thrust in deep, slipping and sliding in that wet heat, as her insides sucked at him. Little by little, he increased his pace, working her slowly and fully, before giving into to his own torment. She cried his name as her heels dug into his ass.

Bending down, he brushed his lips against her belly. She giggled. “That kind of tickles.”

“Oh, does it?” He repeated the motion while she wiggled.

“Bad!”

He grinned at her. “I like tormenting my goddess.”

“You seem in better spirits.” She grinned back.

“Just a little. My wife tends to know what I need.”

Brushing her fingers on his cheek, she smiled. “Good.” She struggled to sit up. He grabbed her hands and helped her. “Emaline wants to learn to fight.”

“She does, does she?” He murmured.

Elunara sighed and rubbed her belly. “She still takes the blame not offered.”

“Then let her join the juniors. Children who want to defend themselves, should be able to.”

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she laid her head on his chest. “Good, ’cause I already told her she could.”

They walked out of the bedroom, hand escort levent in hand. Emaline ran up to them and wrapped her arms around Varian’s waist. “I love you, daddy.”

Varian scooped her up and put her on his hip. “I hear you want to join the junior fighters.”

“I want to be strong, daddy.” She laid her head on his chest.

“And that’s what you’ll do, my dear.”

“Come on, little sweet, let’s go buy you some pants.”

Varian sat Emaline down.

“Alright, mommy.”

After a trip to the tailor, the pair went to Jerry and Louis. They waved at her and met her halfway there. “Any news?”

She shook her head. “Anyway, I’m here to make a special request.”

“You don’t ask us for favors very often.”

“I want you to train Emaline to join the juniors.”

“But…”

“I know the juniors don’t take new kids until they’re eleven, but we have an extenuating circumstance. I’d like for you to train her personally, until I can. Then when I’m back in shape to train her, I’ll take over until she is eleven and can join officially.”

Louis looked at Jerry. “We did the same for Ralphie, and he’s better for it. And Elunara doesn’t ask us for favors.”

Jerry nodded. “We can start right now.”

Elunara gave Emaline a little push. “Don’t worry, little sweet, the Generals are the best at what they do. You’ll be strong enough to fight with me in no time.”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Meanwhile, how’s everything going with you two? I guess I should say three, since you have Ralphie now.”

“Ralphie is one of our strongest fighters now.” The pride in Jerry’s voice was evident.

“He asks about his grandma a lot.” Louis’s smile was sad. “He wants to come visit you, and fight for you, but we’ve told him you’ve been very busy.”

“He’s free to come up to the Keep whenever he wants. But he’s too young to fight for us.”

“Other than that, things are good. Mom would be up at the Keep every day to wail at you, but we’ve convinced her that it would do more harm than good.” Jerry shook his head.

“You are a blessing.” Elunara rolled her eyes. “How are they, other than that?”

“Good! Mom’s just blossomed since she married Lucy.”

“I’m glad. Well, take care of my little girl. I’m going to go checking up on everyone else in my family.”

After Elunara left, Jerry turned to Louis. “You notice it too?”

Louis eyed Emaline examining the staves on the rack. He turned back to Jerry and lowered his voice. “I hate knowing Elunara is capable of crying.”

—

Elunara sat on the platform between Susan and Katie. “How are my lovely ladies?”

Susan smiled down from her canvas. “Doing well, thank you.”

“Where’s the kids?”

Susan nodded towards the junior fighters. “Grogash is enjoying training with Lily and Dargek. And the girls are at their friend’s house for a tea party. Tina is, of course, at Zelinnia’s working on paperwork.”

Katie cuddled Enwoo. “I wrote some more on my story; I’m just taking a break.”

“Good girl.”

Elunara signaled Darguni. At break he jogged over. “What’s up? Is it the babies?”

She laughed and wiggled her feet. “No, I just wanted to see how my oldest was doing.”

He eyed her for a moment. “Pretty good, actually. I have a beautiful wife, kids that make me happy, and a job I couldn’t have asked for. I honestly think nothing could be better. Why?”

“Can’t a mother check in on her son from time to time?”

“Mom. What’s wrong?”

She shook her head and wiped at her eyes. “I think pregnancy emotions are getting to me, and it doesn’t help that I feel like I’m neglecting all of you while we worry over Anduin.”

He tugged her down from the platform and crushed her in a hug. “Mom, we know. We understand. Varian needs you more than we do. It’s just like when all of our children were taken. Our children were gone for a few days. Anduin has been gone for weeks and the reports are… disastrous.”

Elunara wrapped her arms around him. “It would kill me if anything happened to you.”

Bradley jogged over. “What’s wrong?”

“Mom needs hugs.” Darguni released her.

She laughed when Bradley wrapped his arms around her as well. “We love you, mom.”

“Alright, alright. How are things with you, Bradley? And where is little Casey?”

“With Evelyn at the shop. You can go say hi to her. She’ll probably try to steal your new earrings.”

“Evelyn or Casey?”

“Yes.” Bradley laughed.

“I’m going to go hug a small child. Bye, babies.”

“We’re not babies.” Both said at once.

Elunara hugged them both. “You’re MY babies.”

Finding the jeweler’s shop, Elunara walked in and looked around. Her eyes were drawn to the artfully decorated displays.

“Can I help you?” The polite smile belied the obvious nerves.

“I’m looking for Evelyn.”

“Oh! She’s in the back, I’ll go get her.” The keeper curtsied and disappeared.

Rolling her eyes, Elunara went back to eyeing a display of necklaces.

Evelyn stuck her head out. “Elunara! What are you escort bayan bodrum doing here?”

“I just wanted to see how you were doing and play with little Casey.”

“Right, of course.” She ducked back into the back of the shop, before coming out with a hefty three-year-old. “Here she is!”

Elunara held out her hands and Casey fell into her grasp, giggling. Elunara hefted the child on to her hip. “Hi, there!” She cuddled the child.

“Pretty!” Casey patted Elunara’s hair. She reached up and grabbed Elunara’s earring.

“Ack! NO!” Elunara grabbed Casey’s hand and dislodged it from her ear.

Evelyn giggled. “She’s got her mother’s eye for shiny things.” Moving closer, Evelyn cocked her head to the side. “Oh! How pretty!” She reached up to fondle the earring.

“Magpies, the both of you!” Elunara laughed. She nodded to the case by the door. “Can I get that necklace?”

After leaving the pair, Elunara headed down to the amphitheater. Lydia was standing below the stage conducting a number of children into a harmonic song. “Becca. Becca, softer please. You can have a solo another time.” The child in question lowered her voice.

“Granma!” Upon seeing Elunara, Lani started waving her hand.

Lydia turned and smiled. “Hey, momma. You don’t get down here that often.”

“I’ve come to see you and the grandkids. How are things going?”

“Pretty good. Though Becca seems to want to be our breakout star today.” Lydia eyed the group.

A girl Elunara assumed was Becca began to giggle.

Lani and Wenrietta bounced off the stage and wrapped themselves around Elunara’s waist. She knelt carefully and wrapped her arms around them. “There’s my girls.”

“I’m amazed you can do that, when I was your size, I kept falling over.”

“Believe me, it still takes effort.” Elunara wobbled as she straightened up.

“Where’s Ema?”

“She wants to join the Juniors. Jerry and Louis are taking over until I can.”

Lydia frowned.

“I know.” Elunara raked her fingers through her hair. “She blames herself SO much.”

“For what, grandma?”

Elunara brushed Lani’s hair out of her face. “For not being able to stop Anduin from being captured.”

“But… that’s not FAIR!”

“No, it’s not.” Elunara shook her head. “And I can’t help her other than letting her come to terms with it in her own way.”

—

Elunara’s next stop was Renwa’s office. She opened the door and grinned. “I love the rate at which you two ravish each other.”

“Elunara!” Zelinnia tugged her boobs back into her dress. “Would you knock?”

“What fun is that?” Elunara grinned at the pair of them as she rubbed her belly.

“What brings you this way?” Renwa did not move his hands from under Zelinnia’s skirt.

“I’ve been wandering around checking on my lovely family. Since this mess happened, I feel like I’m neglecting everyone.”

Zelinnia slid out on Renwa’s lap and went to Elunara. She wrapped her arms around her best friend. “We could never feel neglected by you.”

“Good lord, woman, you work yourself to the ground, and we all know it.” Renwa shook his head.

Elunara shrugged. “I am who I am. Now, anyway.” Shaking her head, she turned her attention to Zelinnia. “I know you’re probably running her ragged, but I wanted to speak to Tina while I was here.”

Zelinnia snorted. “It’s her lunch hour, and at least SHE knows to stay away for the hour…”

Elunara winked. “Hey now, I get invited sometimes.”

A knock on the door had everyone turning. Elunara reached over and snagged the door.

Tina blinked at Elunara. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you had company, I’ll come back.”

“Actually, you’re just who I came to see.”

With a gasp, Tina’s eyes went wide, and tears began to stream down her face. “I…”

Cocking her head to the side, Elunara blinked at Tina. “Are you okay?”

“I knew this day would come; I knew it was coming. I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t mean for it to happen!”

“Whoa, whoa, hold on, what’s the matter? What did you not mean to happen?”

“The children! I didn’t know Lisa was like that, I had no idea. Please don’t throw me out. I have no where else to go!” Tina began to wail.

Elunara held her hands up for peace. “Now, wait just a minute. I have no intention of kicking you out.”

“You… you don’t?” Tina sniffled.

“I can’t believe I didn’t realize you were harboring so much guilt over Lisa.” With a sigh, Elunara raked her fingers through her hair. “Listen, you can’t guess crazy, and I’m not going to remove you from the house because you didn’t.”

“Y-you’re not?”

“No, Tina. I’m not.”

Tina threw her arms around Elunara’s neck. “Thank you! Thank you! It’ll never happen agaaaiin.”

“How would you know? I mean, I can teach you how to look out for cultist activities, but they’re generally good at hiding–“

Tina shook her head violently. “I’ll never bring anyone into the house ever again.”

“Tina, Sweetie, you can’t stop dating just because of one bad relationship.”

“I escort fulya can’t. I just can’t, it’s not worth the risk!”

“Oh, yes, it is. Love is always worth the risk.”

“But…”

“No buts. Tina, I actually manage to like the way you go whole hog into your bad decisions but isolating yourself just to protect the family is not one of them. If it’ll make you feel better, bring them to me, let me vet the dates you bring home. Hell, apply for one of my match making schemes. I’ll find you a match, male, female, or neither, just let me know and I’ll go digging.”

“Maybe…”

—

Elunara made her way down to Tulani’s studio. She opened the door and blinked. “I hope that elaborate thing is not mine.”

Tulani laughed and continued pinning fabric. “No, this is Carla’s wedding dress.”

“Carla? Of lovelorn fame?”

“She and Ryan have been roped into getting married. They’re both not sure, but I think they’re adorable together.”

“I’ll be damned.”

“Your first dress is hanging over there by the door.” Tulani gestured with her chin.

Sinea bounced in her playpen. “Maaaama!”

“Hello, littlest!” Elunara began to undress. She grabbed the dress by the door and pulled it over her head. Spreading the skirt, she looked down. “It’s lovely! And comfy. I like it.”

“I’m glad.” Eyeing the package sitting on Elunara’s other clothes, she cocked her head to the side. “What’s that?”

Elunara picked it up and tossed it to Tulani.

Tulani caught it, fingers still pinching pins. She stuck the pins in a pin cushion, before unwrapping the gift. Opening the box, she gasped. “What a pretty necklace.”

“For you, my lovely.” Elunara rubbed her belly. “I saw it in Evelyn’s shop this morning and I knew just what to do with it.”

“Thank you so much.”

Walking behind Tulani she helped her wife to put on the necklace. Elunara kissed Tulani’s neck. “How about we put Sinea down for a nap and I make sweet love to my little wife.”

“I like this plan.”

Elunara scooped the child out of the playpen and cuddled her to her cheek. Sinea flopped her head back and forth and whacked Elunara with a horn. “Ow!”

“Yeah, watch out, she does that lately.”

“Like a little ram, she is.”

“Maamaa!” Sinea grabbed a handful of Elunara’s hair and yanked.

“Alright, now you’re definitely going to bed.”

“No bed! Play!”

On the way out of the studio, Elunara began to sing. Halfway up the stairs, Sinea began swaying with the song, and by time they reached the bedroom, Sinea was out.

Tulani giggled. “Boy, do I envy that. Usually, I let her play herself out. Which usually makes her a cranky beast.”

Elunara tucked the child into her crib. Closing the door, Elunara turned to Tulani. “Now, what are we going to do with you, hm?” Lifting one hand, she ran her fingertips under Tulani’s chin. “My precious girl.” She pressed her lips against Tulani’s.

“Not so much a girl anymore.”

“You’re still MY girl.” Elunara gently kissed Tulani again.

“Only you could make me feel twenty again, in the best possible way.”

“Good.” Elunara took Tulani’s hand and pulled her into the bedroom. Cupping her chin with both hands, Elunara pulled Tulani’s face to hers. Tulani put her hands on Elunara’s arms, and together they tangled their mouths together in that familiar mating dance. Elunara was never as aggressive with Tulani as she was with anyone else, but still her attentions left Tulani’s dark blue lips puffy and swollen. Elunara’s hands traveled down Tulani’s neck to the edges of her dress at her shoulders. She pushed it back and mumbled into Tulani’s mouth.

“What?”

“I said, I like when your dresses are easy to access.” Elunara tugged the dress open and down. When Tulani’s breasts came free of the dress, and Elunara bent down and took the nipple of one into her mouth, while pinching and squeezing the other. Tulani laid her head back and groaned. Her hands went to Elunara’s dress and began to edge up the skirt. She tugged the dress up and over. Elunara pushed Tulani’s dress down. When they were both naked, they danced over to the bed.

Elunara gently pushed Tulani down into the bed. Tulani laid back, and Elunara climbed in after her. For the longest time, Elunara laid on top of Tulani, just savoring the taste of her mouth. Soon she began to move her mouth down the other woman’s neck, moving to her shoulder, placing her lips on Tulani’s throat. She trailed her lips along the collarbone, before moving down to the skin of the breast. With one hand she worked her fingers through those slick folds, pressing a finger up inside. She made her way to the nipple and gently suckled. Tulani writhed and groaned, her legs coming up to either side of Elunara. Her hoof dug into the top of the bed.

Moving again, Elunara ran her lips to the underside of the breast, sucking and nipping ever so softly. Still, she moved, down the belly and to the soft hairs. She pressed her lips above those hairs, before moving yet again. Using both of her thumbs, she opened Tulani up and licked her flat. Tulani gasped and grabbed at Elunara’s ears. Elunara licked that wet center, sliding her fingers through the folds, and pressing her two fingers up into that wet heat. She found that spot that drove Tulani mad and rubbed and pushed at it until the woman was bucking in her hand. Elunara chuckled. “That’s my girl.”

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“What is WRONG with this goddamned town?” Tim growled into his beer.

“You got off easy.” Gerald snorted. “The last person to genuinely piss of Elunara was the shit cleaner.”

“The guy covered in scars?” Roger sipped his beer.

Gerald nodded. “Elunara put every last scar on his body. You should see the hamburger she made out of his balls.”

“Dear Gods, how did you see that?”

“She did the whole mess in the center of town. Covered him head to toe in scars, and then dumped salt water on him to wake him up so his sentence could be given.”

“That’s what I don’t get,” Tim snorted. “She does whatever the fuck she wants.”

“If you knew anything about her, you wouldn’t go down this path.” Gerald warned.

“Don’t you start, you git. I know you’ve been on her service.”

“I was her spotter for years, before they decommissioned her here. I know how many throats she’s slit.” He shrugged. “Being here has made her a little crazier than she used to be. Then, she did everything with cold calculation. Now,” He shrugged. “No one pisses of Elunara and stays intact.”

“Why would being here make her crazy?” Steve asked.

Gerald rubbed the back of his neck. “She had a purpose in the SI:7. They kept her busy. Once she was done with a job, she had a new one. If possible, they overlapped the missions. Her mission here was simple; get to Grommash, and undermine his entire operation. When shit hit the fan, and Grommash broke every bone in her body, it was Grogek that saved her. When she needed to abandon the mission, the first she ever had to… it was Grogek who got her out. She broke her own oath and became involved with a target. Yeah, sure, they’re a family… but Elunara hasn’t been sent out on any useful missions. Just to have something to do, she helped Thrall secure his own Iron Horde trainer… but something went wrong, and the guy became obsessed with her. He kidnapped her. She now wears his teeth on her arm.”

“Is that what that thing is?” Roger bit his lip.

Gerald nodded. “Aside from that? Elunara hasn’t been allowed out of town. It makes her crazy. She challenges Grogek to these duels just to keep sharp. She prowls around, looking for anything to do. She started that sex thing of hers just to stave off the boredom.” Gerald shook his head. “Even Renwa is completely afraid of her. He lets her do what she wants, because if she got out of control, no one could do a damned thing about it.”

“That’s all fucking bullshit.” Tim snorted.

Gerald gave a shaky shrug. “If you get on her good side, she’s sweet and polite. You get on her bad side…” He shuddered. “Gods, when she caught me cheating a little side bet…” He scrubbed his hand on his face. “She sticks her hand in my pants… has her fingers wrapped around my balls before I knew what was happening… and she twisted.” He swallowed hard. It wasn’t hard to remember that mess, or fake the chills it gave him. “I thought she was going to rip them clean off. I haven’t even tried to cheat a bet since. I don’t know where she’s hiding, or who will tell her I did it.”

“She’s fucking crazy.” Tim held a look of disgust. “Why won’t someone escort sarıyer do something about her?”

Gerald snorted. “Everyone prefers to get on her good side. Renwa was in love with her for years. Jordan…” Gerald shook his head, the amazement was not faked. “Jordan is in love with her too now.”

“Wait,” Tim pointed. “Now?”

“Oh, it was no mistake; he couldn’t stand the sight of her. Grogek and Elunara at the same time? He’d just freaking leave. Renwa reprimanded him a time or two for disobedience, because he refused to associate with her. I was there one day when Renwa called Grogek and Elunara to his office, and Jordan just stands up and says “please give me any report for this conversation” and just leaves. Slammed the door behind him. Elunara watched him leave, grinned and says “I guess he’s still pissed”, and then Renwa points at her and says “fix your differences or I will”.”

“Damn.” Whispered Steve.

“How long ago was this?” Tim frowned.

“This incident was months ago. Seems a couple of days ago, Jordan just walks in to Renwa’s office and says “I’m in love with Elunara, isn’t that amazing?” I thought Renwa was going to hit the floor.”

“What did she do to him?” Roger’s eyes were huge.

“No one knows. Not even Renwa.”

Tim took another slug of his beer. “Let me get this straight, anyone messes with the Bitch, and they either fall in love with her, or meet a miserable fate.”

“That’s the best summary I’ve heard.” Gerald drank.

“This town is fucked up.” Tim snorted.

“It’s crazy around here, I tell ya. The best thing you can do; is train well enough for Grogek to sign you out, and then leave. Or, ignore Grogek and go back to Stormwind.” Gerald shrugged.

“How do we get on her good side?” Steve bit his lip.

“Volunteer for her… project. Keep her happy, and life is pretty good around here.”

Jordan whistled as he walked along, and nodded to the people who smiled at him. He knocked on Elunara’s door. She opened and stared at the bundle in his hand.

“For you.” He smiled; trying to not let the nerves he felt, seep out.

She laughed and took the bundle of flowers. “Aw, that was sweet of you. No one’s brought me flowers in…” She stopped and blinked down. “The last person to give me flowers was Grogek when I was pregnant.” She took them with a little “huh”, and turned. “I think Tulani has a vase around here somewhere. Come in, sweetie.”

He let go of the breath he was holding and stepped inside. She laid the flowers on her desk and dug through a couple of cabinets.

“Ah hah!” She pulled out a vase and tucked the flowers in, pouring in some water from the basin. She smiled at him. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a flowers guy, but I guess I don’t know much about the happier side of you.” She kissed his mouth.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her for a little longer. He smiled at her. “I’m still figuring it out myself.”

She laughed. “While I wouldn’t mind the company, I have an appoint-” She frowned at the knock on the door. “I guess they’re early.” She kissed him bodrum escort bayan again, and brushed past. She tugged open the door. “Mayby?” She blinked.

The woman brushed on past Elunara and stopped short when she saw Jordan. “Him too?” Mayby jerked her thumb at Jordan.

“Please tell me why you’re here.” Elunara sighed. The last thing she needed was Mayby’s mouth.

“I’m pregnant.”

“That affects me how?” Elunara ran her hands through her hair.

“Can I still have sex?”

“Yes.” Elunara crossed her arms. “You can have sex until you’re a giant ball we roll down the street. And then? Sex can actually cause contractions, allowing for the baby to be born on time, or in same case early.”

“How early?”

“Refer to the ball comment. Ask Ina, I don’t know the specifics; I was completely immobilized throughout my entire pregnancy. Between me and her, we should give you good estimation around the whole mess.” Elunara threw her hands in the air. “Mayby you give me a migraine.”

“You could congratulate me.”

Elunara sighed. “It’s against my principles to congratulate people on something I didn’t exactly enjoy myself.”

“I take it you wouldn’t do it again.” Mayby snorted.

Elunara’s grin was razor sharp. “I made a point to destroy my reproductive system all on my own. There’s nothing left to get pregnant with.”

Mayby turned sheet white. “You did that to your own body?”

“Ask Ina. She’ll tell you I made a mess of myself.” Elunara grabbed Mayby by the shoulder and shoved her towards the door. “Now you need to leave, because I try to give my customers their privacy.”

Mayby pointed at Jordan. “Him?”

“Actually, I intend to kick him out shortly after you. My appointment should be here in less than ten minutes, and I’m going to kill the both of you, if you run them off.” She slammed the door in Mayby’s face.

Jordan blinked at her. “Is that true?”

“Cutting myself open?”

“I knew about that, I didn’t know you intentionally broke… that.”

She shrugged. “No, I did that after Lorros.” She sighed. “No one but me, Ina, Grogek and Tulani know. I… can’t remember if Renwa knows. But after Lorros, I chugged that stupid birth control drink like a dying person, and still, somehow I wound up pregnant again. We couldn’t be sure if it might have been Lorros’ or not. I couldn’t have it… I’m a little shaky on the details, but I just started stabbing. I was like a person possessed and I ripped myself apart. It’s easy enough to pretend that I did it when I cut Darguni free.”

“I…” he frowned. “I’m so sorry.”

She made a sound of disgust. “Don’t. Just Don’t. I never wanted the first. A second just drove me to lunacy.”

“I’m sorry you felt you had to hurt yourself.” He whispered. He wrapped his arms around her. “I’m just so sorry.”

She smiled. “Don’t worry about it, sugarsweet.” She brushed his hair out of his face. “I’m fine now. Happier that I don’t have to worry about that drink.” She made a face.

He laughed. “You’re amazing. Never forget that.” He kissed her nose and walked to the door. He was shocked escort ortaköy to see Zelinnia standing there. “You’re her next appointment?” He blinked.

Zelinnia turned red. “Oh, Gods no, I came to return her book.”

Elunara sighed. “Dear Lord, my appointment is going to run away screaming.” She took the book from Zelinnia and shoved Jordan out the door. “You can walk each other back.”

She closed the door and sighed. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. She opened up and smiled. Turning the sign, she motioned him in. “Sorry about that, Steve, everyone thinks they can drop by whenever.”

Board in hand, Elunara made her way up the hill and stopped at the top. “Holy shit.” She whispered. She turned around and put her hands to her mouth. “GROGEK!” He startled and looked back and she gestured wildly to him.

People began to circle around the growing procession. Elunara followed along and found Tyrande standing at the center of town, talking to Renwa. “Mother!” She waved.

“Ah, Elunara, there you are.” Tyrande put her hands awkwardly on Elunara’s shoulders. “It’s been a little while.”

“Though not as long as the time before.” Elunara chided.

Tyrande put her hand on Elunara’s cheek. “Must you bring that up? I thought our letters have come along nicely.”

Elunara laughed.

“Where is my grandchild?”

Tim leaned to Gerald. “Tyrande Whisperwind is Elunara’s mother?”

Gerald nodded. “I thought everyone knew that.”

Tulani stepped forward, holding Darguni on her hip. “Forgive me, he is heavy.” She held him out to the massive Night Elf.

“Tulani? Is it?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Forgive me; I was rude to you the last we spoke.”

“It’s alright. There was a lot going on.”

“You are always too sweet.” Tyrande smiled down at the child. “My, you are huge.”

“His growth is pretty rapid.”

“I have a surprise for you.” Tyrande nodded to a sentinel.

Reaching into a large crate he pulled out a bundle of fluff. It meowed.

Elunara took the bundle of fur and smiled down at her. “Aw, she’s precious.”

“She’s from Yondre’s last litter. We were going to bring her, but then she gave birth. The rest of the litter will be treated as usual.”

“Aw, it was so thoughtful of you to bring her. She’ll make a fine companion for Darguni.” She held up the small sabre cub to the baby, who patted the creature on the head.

“Elune save me, is that a Blood Elf?” Tyrande stared.

Sitting the cub on the ground, Elunara reached out and grabbed Zelinnia before she could make good her escape.

“Ohhhh hi Tyrande Whisperwind, leader of the Night Elves, how are you doing, I’m fine, I love your dress, please don’t kill me.” Zelinnia managed to say in a single breath.

“Yeah, she’s a total coward.” Elunara pushed Zelinnia to Renwa. “You lost something.”

Renwa laughed. “I knew right where I put her.” He kissed Zelinnia on the cheek.

Tyrande’s eyebrows shot up. “So Elunara married an orc, and you’re married to a Blood Elf?”

“Marrying. We’re waiting for a nice fall day.”

“I hope it’s soon, I’m going stir crazy.” Zelinnia sighed. She slapped her own mouth before trying to hide behind Renwa.

Elunara giggled. “Zelinnia is bad about saying the first thing to come to mind, then being embarrassed about it.”

“That must be quite entertaining.”

“You have no idea.” Elunara cackled.

“So, come, speak with me. Tell me how goes your little world.”

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Interlude 1 – The Touch of Divinity

“Imagine a world without divinity. Can you? Can you honestly look yourself in the eye and say that humanity is ready or even capable of taming the world without divine help? How long have they been waring amongst themselves for a slice of hellish landscape that can’t even decide whether or not its solid at any given time? They cannot claim sovereignty over the world, they don’t know what the world beyond the so-called God’s Realm even looks like, how can they say they have it ‘figured out’?

With that image in your mind, I ask you now: what if there was no choice?

You will not like what you read in these pages, but you will understand them to be true given time.”

-Sien

“The Truth You Wish to Know: Memoirs of a Sphinx”

~The Cherub~

Yamma was beginning to loathe arguing with her charge. Moreso than any other activity, the grating and unnecessary trill of Amaranth’s voice when she was crying or screaming pulled some primal fiber in Yamma’s physical body. When she wasn’t physical, she lingered out of sight and quietly resented the new cleric’s variety of ways she embarrassed both herself and her goddess– however the variety and creativity with which the mortal cursed without actually using profane language was rather amusing in some twisted way.

It would have been a silver lining if not for the fact that every time Amaranth started building up some kind of amiability, she immediately threw it out by asking ridiculous and unnecessary questions about the dead. Or, worse still, wasting time that she should have been using to escape the forest and get back to her home city of Beson and start gathering men at arms to her banner.

But not like this. She was a wreck; splattered with dried blood, caked on mud and layer upon layer of exhaustion. She needed a bath and yet bathing in this living forest of werewolves and other horrors was a guaranteed death sentence, so Yamma did the only thing she could do: she needled Amaranth down the correct path towards the city, she pushed and pushed and when the mortal got tired, she protected her while she slept.

If any of the Collective knew what she was doing with her charge, she would’ve been reabsorbed and a new Cherub assigned to the half-elf, yet she still found it in her to do these things, she even helped her mortal charge hunt when it was apparent the activity was too hard for the city-going elf blood. It was because of Isira, because a goddess had made her curious, had infected her with the notion that there was more for Amaranth than sitting in some dingy temple getting fat and bored.

Isira had sparked something in the young Cherub, something fundamental to her function and then She’d used it against the Holy Elisandra in such a simple yet masterfully executed way that, if Yamma really thought about it, made all the sense in the world: Amaranth’s skills and her character were needed for something more pressing. She was needed to prosecute some higher function on the behalf of the gods, even if that was marginally counter to what the Holy Elisandra (or the Collective) had wished for her.

She couldn’t tell Amaranth this, of course, she’d have been even more confused and fearful. . . .yet something in the Cherub stirred with pride: she was helping a god directly, she was helping Isira sharpen the pedals of Her lotus and in so doing she was executing her own goddess’s will.

The Holy Elisandra was the goddess of guidance and tutelage, that a lowly Cherub could teach another goddess of the ways of war and conflict- of protecting ones own interests directly or indirectly was a gift and a primal honor that had been bestowed exclusively on Yamma. Yes, it was uncommon, but it was a layered and beautiful exchange. Yamma wasn’t just happy to participate, she was proud of it.

In time Amaranth would understand, as would the rest of the Collective, that these steps were necessary– it wasn’t just the temptation of Isira’s whiles but the divinely inspired purpose that she was born to serve. Yamma had already confirmed this well before Amaranth finally made her way to the main road out of the forest. She was stumbling, dragging her bloodied and battered form along the dirt road, muttering a litany of meaningless words between tears like some forlorn entreaty that her soul would be spared or something.

Truthfully, Yamma had stopped listening to her drivel some days ago except when it became necessary to interact with her charge. She had to, the lethargy of mortal speech had a particular kind of drain on her attention and willpower and while she didn’t exactly relish the idea of shunning the bloodied woman, she likewise needed time to think. To plan. To exercise skills she only knew existed because of her link with the half-elf woman. Cherubs were supposed to be semi-autonomous and bound by their purpose to obey the Collective and their god in that order, yet somehow Yamma had allowed Isira to convince her to try new things.

And escort cihangir it was wonderful.

Her curiosity endangered her position, but it wasn’t just hers. It was Amaranth’s and Isira’s and hers that gave her the courage to try these things and to act on her new instinctual leanings. It was a freedom she was still testing the boundaries of, but was quickly becoming enamored with– it irritated her that she couldn’t share her insights with anyone but even as they came she was beginning to understand the appeal of mortality. Or at the very least, the novelty of it.

Amaranth lead them for a league until she felt safe enough to prop herself against a rock to rest. She’d stopped crying, but the weakness and unwillingness to get on with things still puzzled Yamma. The paladin-turned-cleric quietly undid her dented cuirass and tossed all her now worthless armor into a heap. She scrubbed her face tiredly and looked around as though she might see something in the undulating shadows that criss crossed the trees. The sun was crawling over the horizon into what promised to be a balmy day.

Yamma transitioned into the physical smoothly taking a step along the road several feet from the tired looking woman. They stared at one another until Amaranth blinked and looked away. Her voice was as soft as the wind and nearly as fleeting. “I have to tell the council. . .” There was a deep resignation in her voice that unsettled Yamma a bit.

“That is the idea, yes. But after that obligation is fulfilled, we need to look for people; those who fight and those who will not be afraid of what’s to come.” She straightened out her gloves, righted her suit and once more re-accustomed herself to being in a material form.

Amaranth hefted herself up. “Why me–”

“Not again. We’ve much to much to do–”

“That’s–”

“Your purpose. An imperative. . . .a command.” She was beginning to understand the reluctance of cherubs to deal too deeply with mortals. Amaranth stared at her and Yamma gave it right back to her until she eventually wore down the woman’s resistance.

“What am I supposed to do? You want the impossible–”

Yamma waved her off. “If you were incapable we’d not be having this conversation, now let’s focus on the future.” In a momentary flash of brilliance she opened the link between them, picked through the slough of memories in the new cleric’s mind and she found something. Oh, yes, this would work well: The Cherub spread her hands. “The people need a leader, they need that bridge between your ancestral races and now your city-state needs to prepare itself for the future that’s to come. . .

“You’ve been looking all your life for a chance to do some good, your goddess needs your help, you’ve lost a great deal and in time that will cease to hurt but for the moment you’re needed. The fate of your Duke– of Richard’s kingdom, of his legacy and yours. It rests on your shoulders.” Yamma spread her hands again to illustrate her point. “I let you keep your memory because it’s valued.” She lied. “Normally a cleric is Chosen and shepherded off to their duty. . . .if you were a common cleric without the divine looking out for you we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

Amaranth licked her lips, looking at her bloodied hands. There was no point in either of them lying to the other, it was the chance she’d been secretly pining for since she was a child, the chance to be more. To help. To change the world. To be the beacon she needed to be to bring her own purpose and the Holy Elisandra’s in line.

“Once we’re back to the city, you may take your place. . .”

“But, I can’t–”

She’d had enough of that word. “We’ll do it my way, then.” Yamma pressed herself into the woman, felt around until she found what she was looking for and compelled her into motion down the path. There was a tide of resistance and fear but her training had prepared her for such imperfections. She fought with Amaranth’s will to assert herself once more and pushed the cleric down from the fringes of her physical body to take control of it.

Yamma wrapped around Amarnath’s core being, bound it tightly within her internal organs and coated her protectively before turning to the woman’s flesh and moved the limbs awkwardly. One finger. A hand. Balance–

She managed to catch herself before she face planted on the road. Her training hadn’t really covered this kind of movement, but slowly Yamma began figuring out the mechanics of holding up a body in three dimensional space. It was sluggish and awkward, so slow compared to her own body. Still, she persisted. She hauled Amaranth up and took a careful step forward.

Then another. In moments they were off, through woods, through fields, down forgotten paths. During the trip Yamma rifled through her charge’s memory for likely candidates who’d join her crusade and people who’d fund such a thing. She’d stopped paying attention to Amaranth’s being even if occasionally she escort bodrum did feel a heavy thing slam into her inner being like a battering ram. Amaranth was persistent. Then it occurred to her that she was probably missing something important.

Food. Water.

“Oh, right.” Yamma said absently, though it didn’t pass through Amaranth’s mouth. This necessitated learning how to eat and drink, a new adventure on its own– demeaning, really. But pragmatism had to overrule personal feelings sometimes. She drank from puddles along the road- including something she found particularly bitter and disgusting and managed to scavenge some mushrooms and grass that, while not particularly good tasting, seemed to stop the flesh from complaining.

She walked the body for twelve long days, the rest of the world saw jerky trundling mess of a humanoid who was incapable of speech, but to Yamma it was a perfection.

At least insofar as guiding a person against their will could be considered ‘perfection’. She had to stop periodically when the muscles absolutely failed but for the most part she was able to keep a handle on their movements; so much so that by the time they arrived in the swampy outskirts of the city she’d actually mastered something of a normal gait in the sluggish and unwieldy body. She fit in amongst the locals, if a little drunken looking.

Perfection came with practice it seemed.

When they were several hundred feet from the main gate she relinquished her hold on the mortal and stepped back as if she’d been extruded from the half-elf’s body. Despite the hateful, terrified glare she got she took her time fixing her suit to ensure it hung properly upon her and when she was done she then relegated control of the woman’s speech centers back to her.

What came out was a torrent of words in a language Yamma didn’t understand– despite being synchronous with Amaranth, Yamma hadn’t actually been given any of her language abilities and by some irritating twist of proxy, she wasn’t able to pluck their meaning from the woman’s mind. It seemed that the Holy Elisandra wanted Her agents to have to learn something too. It was only right, all things considered.

From what she could gather from the expressions and angry tone, she was probably railing about the way Yamma had intruded on her space and taken her body for her own. She broke into the woman’s ranting with a calm voice. “You weren’t doing anything productive, I had to ensure you moved on to get our work done. . . .we’ve much to do–”

“I was getting ready to go! I was leaving!”

“You were stalling. You have doubts, that’s to be expected, but we’ve more important things ahead of us than dealing with your doubts.”

The blonde woman recoiled, gaping at her handler for a moment. “I- did you- You’re a servant of Elisandra, how can you say that?!”

Yamma hesitated for a moment and briefly she wondered whether or not she was wrong– surely not, but it was her duty, her privilege to serve her goddess, had she somehow maligned that? A quick run through her priorities didn’t turn up any glaring problems, but somehow something felt a little off about the whole thing. She would have to work on it when she wasn’t dealing with a panicking child.

The Cherub idly straightened her suit jacket, admitting nothing. Though her tone was much softer and more careful than before. “If you have spent all this time well, you needn’t fear what comes; you are Her servant. Sometimes a cold splash of water is what is necessary to keep you moving forward. You are not alone.”

Amaranth took several seconds to process what she’d said and started to pace back and forth, mumbling in that strange language Yamma couldn’t identify. Eventually the cleric looked to her, tone cold. “I have to appear before the council and tell them what happened.”

“Yes? And then we will figure out how to build an army–”

“You keep saying that, why would She need an army?”

Yamma briefly considered picking through her mind for something to dangle in front of her but instead of risking breaching what she was meant for, the Cherub answered truthfully. Sort of. “It is required to deal with threats beyond your comprehension at the moment. I’m not going to wear heavy on your mind right now, but we will need to get started soon. . .”

“I just lost my best friend, my lovers– my–”

“There will be many more lost along the way, Dame. You have to understand that. Once your business is concluded here, we can seek out. . .” She picked through Amaranth’s memories. “That tavern you like so much.”

“Th- Wh-” She sighed dejectedly, that flare of anger was overcome by a heavy resignation. A certain sadness. “You really aren’t good with people, are you?”

The Cherub didn’t answer immediately, she didn’t feel the need to dignify it with a response and secretly, deep down inside, she knew the answer for what it was. “We’ve a meeting to call.”

“Right. . .” Amaranth wiped her face, smearing escort etiler blood and grime across it. She didn’t seem to notice as she attempted to fix her newly straightened hair only to find it shorter than before, shorter and much more manageable. Yamma smiled inwardly at the reaction she’d earned from the woman; the confusion and bemusement; the subtle twinge of wariness that told her the soldier inside was reasserting itself.

They were going to be just fine.

#

The council chambers were lavish and arrayed around a massive slab of a table formed from the rough hewn rock that made up the stone work on which the entire city had been built. Each of the six cities of the council had been built on the same corner stone, cut so precisely that every one could have been interchanged and while it might have been a purely symbolic act, even Yamma had to appreciate their dedication to ensuring some form of symmetry.

It was a redemptive act in an otherwise chaotic and unforgiving world, a light against the darkness. Unfortunately for her it was also such a bright ‘light’ that she had trouble finding a place to observe the participants arrayed around the table to receive the news their champion had brought with her. The magical signature was thick in the air, actually diffusing Yamma’s perception. Though fortunately her anchor to her charge made it impossible for her to be completely diffused. For her part in it, Amaranth’s newly blonde hair was swept between her ears dampened with water she’d drawn from a well en-route; never one to be disheveled in front of her superiors.

To Yamma the arrangement of humans was predictable and boring: a fat noble from Seafalls who’d made his fortune on scallops sold to the Free States was flanked on either side by his wives and child. While Resinbra’s representative was a creased faced balding man who claimed to be a minister of some kind, though Amaranth– and by extension, Yamma– had no idea what exactly that meant. Frost Grove had sent the most interesting individual, a burly pale skinned man with a massive overbite and a tendency to guffaw at the slightest lapse in decorum. He was sat beside the old man with a bowl of some kind of green slurry Yamma was fairly sure was the reason she smelled rotting plant matter.

No one could see the little Cherub, of course, that would’ve constituted a major breach of protocol. She was the proverbial fly on the wall, just without the body or annoying buzzing that came with it. She took her place behind Amaranth and waited an agonizingly long time for the procession of Councilors and their aides to file in. The final of which caught Yamma rather by surprise.

In any ordinary circumstance Yamma would’ve been able to pick out the subtle twists and turns of his essence, but in this chamber meant to disrupt magic, his power was heavier than anything she’d encountered in her relatively short existence. There should have been something to pick up, some thread that would have wound back to a god if one had the time to follow it, but his was something solid and pervasive, as hard as stone and as unforgiving.

His magic didn’t diffuse like hers did, if anything it grew stronger to the point of being unidentifiable as anything but a force of nature. His physical form was rather unimposing, an old elven man with a flowing robe the color of pig iron threaded with swirling colors that not even she could perceive in their entirety.

Who the hell was this man?

When he spoke, his voice was soft and concerned, directed towards Amaranth with a kindly lilt Yamma found irritating. “My child, what has happened? It’s been weeks and we’ve not heard from you or your Duke.”

“Elder,” Amaranth sunk to a knee, lowering her head. “I fear I bear ill news. . .”

Curious, Yamma poked around in Amaranth’s memories. She found his face among her childhood thoughts along with those of Richard; the elven man had been their steward when Richard’s parents were killed, a mentor, a father figure. He was beyond names at his age, but to the majority of the Western Council he was simply known as Elder or Ambassador. The representative of the Elven Vale and the one man that had it within him to override anyone on the council.

Yamma felt a sudden pensiveness radiate from her charge. The Elder must have sensed it too, he laid his hand on her shoulder and bid her to rise.

Amaranth turned to the council, swallowed, and let flow the truth. “We were attacked by lycans in the forest eighteen days into our trek, the Duke was able to negotiate some form of safe passage near the end, after we had taken many casualties. . .” A wariness filled the room. Even the northerner had stopped eating to look on. Ammy continued, “We encountered a woman– a powerful creature unlike anything we’d ever met with.”

The northerner snorted lightly, muttering. “A woman overpowering a man? Feh.”

“We–” She sighed softly, ran a trembling hand through her hair. The lack of food was beginning to weaken her, Yamma noticed. “We were ambushed attempting to flee to the Vale, Councilors. A pack of lycans tore into us in an attempt to keep us from leaving, from the woods came the creature I speak of. She joined us in fighting the pack only to turn on us thereafter. Markus and I challenged her in a bid to allow the Duke time to escape. . .”

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When I woke next it was early morning, with the sun just starting thru the opposite wall slit. I saw Anita across the way asleep wrapped up on a couch. I wondered if I needed it to get up until I looked under the cover and saw I was hooked up to take care of bodily needs. I guess my stirring woke Anita.

She quickly got up and checked on me. After she asked how I felt, she ran a few checks and tests on me. As she finished, she announced, “You are healing well, but Dr. Creeds will be here today to check on you and he planned on reinstalling your BMID today”.

After she checked the condition of my arm and leg she told me we had time to eat before the doctor got here.

“Before I cook something would you like to move to a different position or a chair?” she asked. “Yes, I would like to be in the chair if I can. Would it be safe?” I asked.

“There is no reason for you not to. The more you move the faster you heal and the fewer side effects you have later. Why most of my patients are up roving around as soon as the anesthesia wears off.” she said with a smile.

“Your patients are up roving around as soon as the anesthesia wears off. You said. What is roving? I don’t remember what that is?” I asked confused. “I’m beginning to believe you don’t remember much at all. I’m a Veterinarian trainee in my last year. I’m in my surgical rotation right now. So my patents do get up as soon as they can. So you understand roving now?” she said with a gleeful laugh.

“Yes, I understand now. Ah ah is Dr. Creeds your Veterinary instructor?” I asked hesitantly.

Laughing again, she said, “No, he’s the doctor over this area around the village. Luckily he was here as quickly as he was. Let’s move you to the chair.”

With quite a little to-do I was helped to move to a chair with an improvised arm and leg rest installed. The chair had large locking wheels on it. After I was seated Anita rolled me over by the door. As she was rolling me she said, “I’ll dilate the door so you can get a little sun, but till we get a way down kağıthane escort to the ground you can’t go out.”

But when the door opened, there was a new-looking ramp stretching to the ground with an intertwined vine-looking wooden handrail on the side away from my bad arm. “Did you contact Drago yesterday?” she asked, but when she saw my confusion she added, “Drago, is your “Tree’s” name.

“No, he contacted me and we did have a mental conversation after the “Tree” explained what he was, but I wasn’t told his name.” as I said this I heard in my head “Sorry!” “It was very simple as I didn’t know about him and we said our manners to each other. We didn’t talk about anything like this.” I waved at the ramp with my good arm.

“Well, he must have talked to the other “Trees” to have the information about how to help you to have made this ramp for you. And you had said you just coexisted, before when I asked about him. But that was long before the accident too.” she softly informed me.

“When we brought you here after the accident he wasn’t very hospitable to us, you included. Maybe you worked out things while you were under. The drugs didn’t stop you from thinking and understanding commands and conversations.” she wondered thoughtfully out loud.

With that, she rolled me outside onto the shaded lawn and asks “you think you’ll be OK out here, while I fix us something to eat?’

“Yes, I can look around and see if I see anything to jog my memory,” I said and then asked, “I can call you if I need anything, can’t I?”

“Yes, you can just holler if you need me” as she went up the ramp into Drago.

I started looking at the view. Part of it was mostly normal from what I had seen before, but the rest wasn’t anything like I’d seen or heard about before.

Drago stood on top of a wide multi-terraced hill with cliffs on either side. Looking to the bottom of the hill was a small waterfall tumbling over a seemingly naturally dammed river, about 50 feet wide, istanbul escort on the right. The river was pooled at the edge of my vision on the left, where its view was blocked by one of the other cliffs. In the middle area was the purplish-blue running water of the river.

The terraces were planted with different crops and small trees. I didn’t know what they were. Scattered thru the fields were clumps of flowering plants and vines in arbores. There were also pens of animals I had never seen before; there were also pigs, sheep, and pairs of oxen.

There were no flowers close to Drago, just a low ground cover or grass, I noted.

Closer to Drago backed up to the cliff on the right that rose about 65′ were coops of squawking birds. There was also what was like a barn front coming out of the hillside.

This would have been like a thousand other pictures of old-time farms I had seen in books, videos, or pictures, but the colors and shades of everything and some of the animals in sight were very different.

The sky was a pale light peach or orange hue. The sun was the same color, but slightly darker.

All the plants were all colors of reddish-brown or with a few shaded blue-green plants. Drago’s colors were shades of honey from deep dark to pale golden.

Flying overhead was reddish-orange birds, about the size of buzzards, but with elongated bodies with 4 wings. They were trying to catch smaller golden birds, which darted out of the way at the last second to evade them.

From one of the terraced areas, I could see short 4 legged creatures moving thru, but sometimes I would see them stand upright and look around mostly my way. I didn’t feel a threat from them at all, but maybe a sense of confusion.

It didn’t look close to normal to me, but it felt like it was normal here. I wondered what colors the clouds were, what a storm would be like here, and also what rain or snow would look like.

I continued to look around at my new home and tried to understand what I was seeing. çapa escort Besides being so open and clean, both in the view and the smells, there weren’t any signs of civilization on the land or sky.

Looking at everything engrossed with what I was seeing, my stomach rumbled loudly and I realized that food smells were now coming from Drago’s direction. When I turned I saw Anita standing on the top of the ramp with a tray full of bowls and a pitcher watching me. She walked down the ramp and deposited it on a table behind me and started back of the ramp as she said, “I’ll be right back and we can eat.” She shortly returned with another tray, which she laid out on the table, and then moved me to the table.

On the table were dishes of an extensive breakfast. There was what looked like scrambled eggs, some grilled meat, reddish cottage cheese, sliced fruits, and a loaf of sliced baked bread with a pot on its plate. “I think you can eat everything here, but the meat may give you a little trouble if it pulls too much on your face. Would you like me to fix you a plate or do it yourself?” She asked.

“Would you, it all looks good. Thank you for fixing it.” I said. She made me a plate, which she cut up as she dished it up, with too much food I thought till I tasted it. She also poured a large mug of yellowish fluid from the pitcher, which when I tried was a form of tea. We ate in silence for a while till I started to finish my plate.

“This is very good. You’re a very good cook” I said, which was not the right thing to say from the look on her face. “That’s not what you told your cronies at the pub. “QUOTE Anita should stick to feeding her animals. They don’t know any better what good food is and isn’t. END QUOTE.” Or don’t you remember saying that?

“No! I don’t remember saying something so hateful about you. I also don’t remember a pub or cronies. But I’m sorry I did.” I spoke as clearly as I could. Then added, “If I do in the future you whack me upside the head, Good side only, as I owe you at least that much.”

After staring at me for a long minute, Anita laughing said, “If I only knew you would start acting human I’d have dragged you out to a kitten Snuffle-Ripper and let it wake you up and not be the so-and-so that you were. I’ll give you that.”

EXILED TO A LESSER WORLD 4

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CHAPTER 9 – An unexpected fetish.

“Hey,” Isha said, sitting down next to Effy. “Did you get that book you needed?”

They had just had a lesson together, with Amy. Effy had rushed off to the library after, before they had all agreed to meet again and have lunch together. It had been a tough lesson, with Effy and Isha stealing coy glances at each other. Their actions last night still fresh in their minds.

“Yeah,” Effy replied, “it looks like it had a lot of information on The Hunters, their history, and what role they play in keeping us safe.”

“It’s good. I promise you,” Isha said, “it’ll explain everything.” Isha had spent a lot of time studying the elite group of sorcerer’s. Her own ambitions were to become a Searcher, she hadn’t told Effy yet. Effy’s invite to the Hunters Guild and their exploits last night now complicated matters slightly.

“What is a Searcher?” Effy asked, making Isha jump. Luckily Effy didn’t notice, she was too busy taking a huge bite of her sandwich.

“All Hunters have an assistant, a Searcher,” Isha explained, “someone who helps locate the Hunters bounty, and assists with information on whatever they’re after. The role itself is highly sought after and difficult, you need a lot of knowledge on various dark creatures.” Isha had never shared her desire with anyone, another of her hidden secrets. One now Effy knew and had joined in with last night, this one she would share later. Effy got to choose her Searcher, and it was unfair to put pressure on Effy to select her.

“You have a lot of knowledge on dark creatures,” Effy said, “You always get top marks in Mr Ferris’s class. ” Effy turned her head, her brown eyes met Isha’s.

Isha just nodded and looked down. Luckily the subject was interrupted.

“Hey fuckers,” Amy called from about 10 metres away.

Effy and Isha both smiled at her, then glanced at each other again, their eyes locking before breaking away. Amy eyed them suspiciously as she sat down opposite them, and got her lunch out of her bag. Amy had apologised to Isha this morning for their argument last night, blaming it on too much drink, they were too good friends to be mad at each other.

Effy realised how close she and Isha were sitting together, their legs touching under the table, she tried to scoot over without drawing attention. She wasn’t bothered if Amy knew about their sexual endeavours last night, but Isha didn’t want anyone to know.

Amy winced as she moved on the bench to get more comfy, her ass hole was on fire, she had been out last night and had hooked up with two men. One had supposed to have been Isha’s but she had stormed off. So Amy had decided to have both. She had experienced her first double penetration last night and had loved every minute, giving the girls every gory detail in class this morning. She was paying for it this morning though.

“What did you two do last night then, whilst I was out getting double teamed?” Amy said, testing her growing suspicions.

Isha looked down at her food as Effy glanced nervously in her direction. “Nothing much,” Effy said, trying to meet Amy’s gaze cooly, but failing miserably and going red. Amy stared at them both.

“You two fucked last night?” she said. A shocked accusation in her voice.

Effy went even more red and looked down. Isha’s head shot up. “What! Why would we, what do you mean,” she stammered. Looking around wildly to make sure no one overheard.

“I knew it,” Amy gasped, “I could smell it when I walked in last night, the smell of sex. You two dirty beasts had been at it. Plus your little glances at each other this morning. It’s like watching two love sick puppies.”

“Please keep your voice down Amy,” Isha pleaded.

“Oh yeah sorry,” Amy said, lowering her voice. “I’m just annoyed. Firstly Isha, you should of told me you liked girls and I wouldn’t of kept dragging you out for men. I had my suspicions but I thought we were close enough, and secondly, you both could of waited till I was around. You two hotties together would of been even more awesome with me there.”

Effy couldn’t help but laugh, typical Amy, she thought. Her mind then replaying the scenario of last night, but with Amy there too. The ache between her legs appeared again.

“I’m sorry,” Isha said, “I should have told you, but my upbringing and my family’s acceptance isn’t exactly very modern. I was scared what they would say. Look, can we talk later, when it’s more private.” Isha’s head was looking around everywhere.

‘Yeah sure,” Amy said, recognising her friend’s discomfort. “One of you can tell me all the details.”

Effy laughed, “you’re impossible Amy,” she said. Effy reached under the table and squeezed Isha’s knee in reassurance. escort kurtköy Isha ignored her. Amy discovering their secret had thrown her.

“That’s why you both love me so much,” Amy said, and they all went back to eating. Amy starting to go on about her night again.

After lunch Effy had a free period and headed straight to her sex room, she was desperate to try the fantasy mist again. She got there and settled in the position, still in her college uniform, hitching her pleated plaid skirt up a bit. She sat on the edge of the bed, the cauldron on the floor between her legs. As she recited the incantation she realised she needed a wee, probably should of gone first, she thought. Just as her eyesight blurred.

She came round in the toilets of the local pub, a situation she had been in when she had gone out with Isha and Amy. She was queuing for a wee, both cubicles were taken, and she was desperate. She had drunk a couple of pints of cider and had held on way too long. She was in the same tight jeans, squeezing her thin legs, low on her boney hips. She had a crop top on with straps, her flat stomach exposed.

There was a middle aged woman standing outside the left hand cubicle, talking to her friend on the other side of the door. There was also a local woman doing her makeup in the mirror, she was in her early 20s, Effy thought, and a fine ass in her tight leather skirt.

Effy couldn’t concentrate though, she was desperate. Full of piss. The two pints sloshing around in her bladder. She looked down at her thin waist, seeing the slight swell of the liquid in her thin frame. She didn’t panic though, because she knew the door of the right hand cubicle would open soon and she could go. Anytime now, she thought.

She needed relief soon or she was going to have an accident, her stomach hurt, a pain stabbing in her side. She crossed her legs, and jiggled a bit. If they didn’t get a move on she didn’t know if she could hold it in, it would start running down her leg. She started thinking about it, how much of a relief it would be, her bladder emptying into her jeans, the warmth spreading. She tried to stop thinking about it but couldn’t, it was actually turning her on.

“What the fuck,” she mumbled, the two women looking her way. The older one went back to her conversation. Effy was sure though she had been in the cubicle and weeing at this point.

Fuck, she thought, she was on the edge. She shuddered as she thought a bit leaked out, a bolt of pleasure rippled through her too, her pussy starting to get wet. She was desperate for relief, the more she tried not to think about it the more her mind fought for release.

“Oh shit,” she whispered, as a bit definitely leaked out, wetting her panties. She clenched trying to stop it, and succeeded, but it wouldn’t be for long. The small bit of wee spreading in her crotch, wetting her underwear had been like ecstasy to Effy. The momentary relief of pain and desperation. To experience that feeling again overcame Effy, and she couldn’t help but release her bladder.

She groaned loudly as she started urinating in her jeans, the relief almost as good as an orgasm, she thought, looking down as she felt the piss running into her crotch. The warmth spreading on her pussy lips.

A small patch appeared in the crotch of her jeans, spreading backwards over her ass crack. She groaned at the feeling, quickly undoing the top button and shoving her hand down the front of her tight jeans, trying to stop it, pushing down on her crotch as the piss started pouring through. Her hand quickly soaked.

The warm piss ran down the back of her jeans and her inner thighs. The spray was so strong it forced its way through the fabric, beads of pee formed on the material and then started dripping out. Soon turning into a torrent and splashing onto the toilet floor, covering her trainers in piss.

The pee continued its journey down her skinny legs and over her ankles. Finally completing its route and pooling at her feet. It kept coming. All the cider leaving her body through her jeans, the puddle creeping across the tiled floor. It flowed down her leg like a waterfall, a warm flow tickling her skin. She couldn’t help but love the feeling.

The two ladies in the toilets stared at her in disbelief, and then the cubicle in front of her opened, a young pretty red haired women stood just in front of her, her eyes looking down over Effy, stood there covered in her own piss, her tight crotch bulging with the hand inside it.

At this point Effy panicked, the fantasy a mixture between pleasure and torture. She wished to get out. Now. Her eyes hazed over and she felt the soft bed on her back, she sat bodrum eskort bolt upright, feeling the dampness instantly, seeing straight away the damp patch between her legs. The acrid smell of urine on the sheets.

“Really!” she said, stunned, “that’s one of my fantasies. I am screwed up.” She felt in between her legs, she was soaked, the white sheets were stained yellow from the pee. She was so horny now though, she looked back down at the cauldron.

“Oh fuck it,” she said, waving her hands. The mist settling back over her eyes. Her body falling backwards.

She woke again in the same position, desperate for a wee again. Stood outside the cubicle, her bladder full and needing release. Not again, she thought. She didn’t think she’d bother fighting it this time, too painful, but as she was about to let go the cubicle door opened. She just managed to cling on to her piss.

The red haired girl smiled and went over to the sink. Effy hurried into the cubicle and undid her button to her jeans, she pulled them down with her panties and sat on the toilet, instantly releasing the torrent, the noise of the stream echoing through the room. She groaned quietly to herself, the feeling of relief flooding through her. As she went she heard the other women finishing their business and leaving. The flow suddenly slowing to a dribble and then stopping. She wiped and stood, pulling up her tight jeans.

She heard the door open and tried to recall if someone came in at this time in real life. She did her button up and opened the cubicle door. She gasped as she pulled the door towards her and someone was stood right in the doorway. She looked up, recognising him instantly as the fit bartender, his green eyes staring into her brown eyes. She studied his handsome face and short dark hair, her eyes wandering over his muscular torso, contoured under his tight black t-shirt. He looked like he was in his early twenties.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back into the cubicle, plonking her unceremoniously onto the closed toilet seat. He turned and shut the door. Effy admired his firm ass squeezed into his jeans. He turned and lifted her effortlessly to her feet, pushing her against the cubicle wall, towering over her 5’4″ petite frame.

They stared at each other as his hand touched her flat stomach, she shuddered in pleasure. Even more so when his hand slid down and unbuttoned her jeans. Then continued on its journey. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as his hand slid between her legs, his fingers entering her intrusively.

“Oh god,” she groaned, as he pushed in hard, his hand fighting the tightness of her jeans. She scrambled at his belt, wanting to feel his cock in her hand. Trying to concentrate as his fingers started moving inside her, pushing up against the inside of her stomach. Finding a spot that got her juices flooding her cavity and leaking out around his fingers into her panties, soaking through to her jeans. She squirmed on his fingers, the pleasure was too much, whatever he was doing to her had her already on the verge of cumming.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she groaned, his fingers still attacking the sweet spot. She could feel herself gushing out, her engorged pussy lips squelching with every movement. There was nothing she could do to stop herself, even if she wanted to. She closed her eyes and she cried out as she squirted hard into her jeans, cumming on the man’s fingers. Her cunt squeezing his fingers, jets of her own juices drenched her crotch. A wet patch spread rapidly between her legs.

She trembled and writhed, held up by the fingers inside her, groaning wildly as each spasm assaulted her senses. She opened her eyes to find him still staring into her eyes. Studying her orgasm in her face.

Without warning he spun her round, her face pressed up against the cubicle wall. He crouched down and yanked her jeans and panties down around her slim thighs. He stood and Effy could hear him undo his belt and jeans. She stood in anticipation, still in the final stages of her orgasm and desperate for what she hoped was coming next.

“Yes,” she moaned as the cock slid into her thigh gap, it felt big. Her legs were held shut by her jeans around her thighs, but her skinny legs allowed some room for maneuver as the cock slid in and out between her legs. The shaft pressed between her swollen pussy lips. The man’s hands reached around and felt her breasts through her top, squeezing and kneading as he ground his pelvis into her small ass.

He grabbed her boney hips and pulled them back slightly, her ass sticking out towards him. He positioned his cock against her opening, pushing forward, his bulbous head prising her escort göztepe open. Her legs closed making her tighter, more difficult to take the large cock.

Effy pressed her shoulder against the stall and reached back with both hands, she grabbed her bum cheeks, low down, and pulled them apart, helping the cock inch further in to her cunt. She felt momentary pain as the thick head reached its widest and then she groaned as it entered her, filling her up. He didn’t mess around, starting to pound into her straight away, she screamed at the pleasure of the assault on her pussy. His pelvis banging into her ass as the cock buried itself deep inside.

“That feels so good,” she groaned. She didn’t care this was happening in a public restroom, she knew it was a fantasy. She had never fully recovered from the last orgasm and every thrust was an explosion of pleasure, building quickly again to it’s finale.

She let go of her bum cheeks and steadied herself with one hand. The other hand went to her mouth where she covered a finger in spit, returning it to behind her, rubbing over her anal bud and then pushing it into her asshole. The finger slid in, adding to her ecstasy as she felt around inside, sliding it in and out. She was yelping now with every thrust.

He moved his hands to her waist, his large hands almost wrapping around her, digging into her prominent ribs. Every thrust was lifting her off the floor slightly.

“Oh fucking fuck fuck, I’m cumming,” Effy screamed, cumming hard again. Her juices flooding out of her, her tight cunt contracting and squeezing the cock inside her. Her asshole doing the same to her finger. She shook and spasmed as she continued to be fucked hard. Endless waves of pleasure assaulted her as the cock slid in and out.

Suddenly he stopped, pulled out with a torrent of Effy’s juices hitting the floor, and spun her round. She just managed to pull her finger out of her ass in time as he sat her hard on the toilet, making her grunt. He had his cock in his hand wanking himself off, he grunted, and shot his cum into Effy’s face with no warning. Cum hit Effy in the eye and streaked up to her hair, the next hit her in the nose and cheek. She opened her mouth and moved quickly, sucking him in her mouth and catching the next load in her mouth, swallowing him down. The rest she let pool in her mouth, it filled her throat quickly and some dribbled out over her chin, she sucked the rest out.

As he pulled out she lent back, opening her mouth and letting some of the cum run out over her chin, the thick white goo strung out down her front and onto her top. She played with the rest of the cum in her mouth, stringing it out with her fingers, sucking it back in. Staring into the eyes of the man she was putting a show on for. As he stood there grinning, his cock in his hand.

She lent her head back, still playing with the rest of the cum, enjoying herself, when warm liquid hit her in the neck, and then the mouth, mixing with the cum inside, adding a bitter pungent taste. She sputtered as she instinctively looked in the direction of the assault and took some in the eyes, blinding her. She wiped her eyes, opening them, stinging slightly she watched as piss streamed out of the man in front of her. It hit her in the chest, soaking her crop top and running down over her lap. She couldn’t help but love the feeling of the warm liquid running over her, how filthy it was, she ran her hands through it over her top, an unnatural amount still coming out.

He moved up and she was ready this time, closing her eyes and opening her mouth as the stream hit her in the face, some filling her mouth. She let it pour out over her body. Finally it started to abate, the odd stream hitting her legs. She looked down. She was covered in cum and piss, her clothes soaked, her hard nipples showing through her wet crop top. Urine was all over the cubicle, splashes on the wall and puddles on the floor. Her new friend pulled his jeans back on, winked, and left her sitting on the toilet.

Effy stayed sat, feeling her clothes and body, enjoying the dirty feel of the liquids on her. After a while she wished herself back, her eyes going misty. She came round on the bed, like the last time she had squirted everywhere. She reached between her legs, rubbing at her clit.

“Shit I Still feel horny,” she mumbled to herself. Something touched her arm, her little pet cock nuzzled it’s head against her, it was hard and excited. Jiggling slightly as it stood upright.

“Go on then,” she said smiling. The cock jumped over her leg and dived straight into her soaked cunt, Effy groaned loudly as it fucked her, orgasming again as it filled her cunt with cum.

She lay there after, thinking of Isha. She felt guilty. Not really sure what it was with Isha yet, but feeling like she had cheated on her. Would she be able to continue all this. Her brown eyes flashed green, of course, she thought, it’s only a bit of fun.

If only she knew how wrong she was!

To be continued,

Thank you for reading.

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Chapter Thirty-Nine

The angelic Bella Lucina made her way to the very entrance of the dungeon. She passed through the labyrinths and the trap rooms. She smiled to patrolling orcs and oozes, to satyrs staring at her with lusty eyes, and to arachnes lurking in the ceiling to pounce. Her halo glowed about her, often the only light in the unlit dungeons.

Not that any of the denizens of Leo’s dungeon needed light. They could see because it was their home. They would all be helpless in another’s dungeon, but there was literally nothing in here that could hurt them. She could step on every pressure plate for every trap, and they would not go off. She wouldn’t freeze to death in the Frozen Room nor burn to death in the Hellfire Room.

Her white-feathered wings fluttered as she stepped into the entrance cave. Sunlight streamed through from the outside world. The elevator to the Observatory Tower lay nearby as did the tunnel leading to Astovin village. All three exits funneled into that room. Here, the werebears and basilisks guarded.

“Lady Lucina,” hissed Skamianiela. The basilisk sauntered to the busty angel, the monster girl’s own big boobs jiggling but they had a firmness to them despite their size. Covered by bands of pink belly scales, the rigidness kept them from truly heaving. The rest of her body was covered in blue scales. She had a lithe figure, sensual and gorgeous. “What brings you here?”

“I thought you monster girls deserved a reward,” said Bella Lucina. The angel smiled at them. She enjoyed the lusty sights Skamianiela and the other basilisks and werebears gave her.

“Reward?” asked Bhaaloo, one of the werebears. They were the most human-looking of all Leo’s monster girls. They appeared to be voluptuous women with black hair and tan skin. They had golden eyes. Even their sharp claws could pass as sculpted fingernails and their fangs were only visible when they smiled broadly.

Of course, when they transformed into their bear form, there was no disguising how monstrous they were.

“Why, yes,” the angel purred, her halo pulsing with delight. “I mean, you six are on the front line. Every adventurer has to pass through you. Poor dears, you die more than any other of Leo’s monster girls.”

“We’re honored to die for him,” hissed Skamianiela. She stopped before the angel. “We gladly fight and perish for him.”

“We were born to die for Lord Leo,” Bhaaloo added. “There’s nothing we want more in this world than to protect him. We love him.”

“Love him,” echoed Vielmi, another of the basilisks. The other four monster girls held their spots to defend the cave entrance, ready to pounce should a band of adventurers or other threats enter.

“That’s why you deserve a reward,” purred Mrs. Lucina. She reached out her hands and cupped the two monster girls’ tits. Bhaaloo’s were soft and motherly. The angel dug her fingers into the pliant, tan flesh. Skamianiela’s were hard, the bands of scales hardly moving, but the flesh beneath felt so soft. “Mmm, let me just love you all.”

She leaned in and kissed Skamianiela’s scaled lips. The angel’s wings fluttered as she planted her mouth on the basilisk’s. The two monster girls kissed. A forked tongue thrust into Mrs. Lucina’s mouth and played with her own. Skamianiela’s pink, feathery hair rustled as the basilisk shuddered.

“Mmm, that’s so sexy,” purred Bhaaloo. She ducked her head down and suckled the angel’s pink nipple into her mouth.

Mrs. Lucina closed her sapphire eyes. Her halo glowed brighter as the pleasure shot down to her pussy. Her cunt clenched. This new world was so different from the one she’d left behind. She hardly thought of her husband, daughter, and son. The Mrs. Lucina who loved them had stayed behind. She was that bit of the MILF who enjoyed Leo staring at her ass while she worked in the garden.

The one that had the occasional thought of being taken hard by the young man.

That small glimmer of light had been magnified in her, swelled by the use of mirrors and focused on this new version of Mrs. Lucina. The MILF who wanted to experience his young cock fucking her pussy and any other delights she had denied herself when she chose the role of housewife, committing herself to one man.

Though she was still committed to one man, she had so many other delights to enjoy.

She broke the kiss with Skamianiela, her nipple throbbing in Bhaaloo’s mouth. The angel smacked her lips and squeezed both monster girls’ tits, really digging into the werebear’s soft boob. Bhaaloo’s golden eyes stared up at the angel.

With a growl, Bhaaloo ripped her mouth off her nub and shot her head up. She kissed the angel with passion. The werebear’s tongue thrust boldly into Mrs. Lucina’s mouth, plundering her. Ravishing her with feral passion.

“Mmm, you are so sexy, Mrs Lucina,” hissed Skamianiela. “Yes, you are. Mmm, you and Mrs. Baldwin are the mothers of us all.”

As Skamianiela suckled on the angelic MILF’s nipple, a escort sarıyer thought flashed through Mrs. Lucina’s mind, I just wish I lactated like Zoe did. That would be exciting.

Still, her nipple felt amazing in Skamianiela’s scaled lips. The basilisk’s forked tongue caressed the nub, shooting delight to the angel’s hairless pussy. It was still a little strange having no pubic hair. The MILF had no control over that.

In this world, angels didn’t have bushes.

Her juices beaded the plump flesh of her vulva. The sweet aroma of her heavenly pussy mixed with the tart aroma of the basilisk’s cunt and the tangy delight of the werebear’s twat. The three scents mixed in her nose. She groaned in delight, breaking the kiss with Bhaaloo.

“Mmm, who should I lick first?” she asked, glancing from Skamianiela nursing at her nipple and Bhaaloo fondling her other tit.

“Skamianiela,” purred Bhaaloo. “Last time we were attacked, she saved my life. She deserves to have her pussy licked.” The werebear flicked her tongue over her plump lips. “I know I love eating her out.”

“Do you naughty monster girls make love to each other?” Mrs. Lucina asked with a naughty tone to her voice.

“Of course we do,” purred Bhaaloo. “We’re Lord Leo’s. He is a lusty man. So we are lusty monster girls.”

“And if he was an angry man, would you fight each other?” Mrs. Lucina asked.

“Probably.” The werebear licked her lips. “We would challenge each other. Fight to see who was the strongest. The best able to defend him.”

Skamianiela popped her mouth off the angel’s nipple, sending a final shiver through her body. “But we just spar now. The satyrs and oozes join us. We train them. Make them better. Lord Leo loves us. He does not replace us.”

“Even if he should,” said Bhaaloo. “But that is what makes him such a great man.”

“Yes, it does,” Mrs. Lucina purred. “Mmm, Skamianiela, on your back. Let me feast on that wonderful pussy.”

The basilisk smiled, a greenish smoke spilling from the corner of her mouth. Her petrification breath. It wouldn’t work on Mrs. Lucina. They were all part of the same dungeon. United by Leo and the Void Crystal. Their souls were all connected.

That made Mrs. Lucina smile every time she thought of it. All of them, Halia and Fara included, were united with Leo. And he was united with them. We all live together and we’ll die together.

That gave her comfort. No matter what, they would all be together for eternity. She knew that if they died, their souls would stay connected to Leo’s. Whatever lay beyond, they would face as one family.

Mrs. Lucina hummed in delight as Skamianiela stretched out on her back. The basilisk had a big smile on her lips. Her scaly breasts didn’t pillow into two mounds but maintained their perky shape. Her blue-scaled fingers ran up and down her pink belly scales. They went all the way down to her pussy, her slit gleaming.

The angel’s wings fluttered as she sank to her knees. Her pale fingers landed on the blue scales of the basilisk’s thighs. They were hard and pebbly, the texture so delicious beneath Mrs. Lucina’s hands. She stroked upward as she leaned in, her halo spilling golden light across Skamianiela’s banded belly scales.

“Lady Ki’s rumbling cunt,” hissed the basilisk, “I’m so wet for you, Mrs. Lucina.”

“I can tell,” purred the angel. She breathed in. “Oh, my, and I can smell that wonderful, tart delight. You need to have your cunt devoured, don’t you?”

“Yes,” the basilisk moaned. She smacked her scaled lips together. “I need it so bad.”

Smiling, the angel ducked her head down and pressed her mouth into the basilisk’s pussy lips. Mrs. Lucina kissed at the scaled vulva parted by that tight and juicy slit. The tart cream melted through the angel’s mouth, setting off her taste buds.

The angel licked up that slit.

Skamianiela gasped. The basilisk arched her back, thrusting those big, firm tits into the air. They hardly jiggled. Her moans were so delicious. The angel fluttered her wings and licked at that hot cunt with hunger. She dragged her tongue from taint to clit, gathering all the juices she could.

SMACK!

Bhaaloo’s hand spanked the angel’s rump. Heat flared and melted to her juicy pussy. Her wings fluttered from the delight. She moaned into the basilisk’s pussy, licking at that wonderful twat with hunger.

“Mmm, that ass, Mrs. Lucina,” growled Bhaaloo. “Lady Ianna’s revitalizing cunt, but that ass is delicious.”

The werebear grabbed both of the angel’s butt-cheeks and parted them. I thought she was going for my pussy, but I think she has other ideas, Mrs. Lucina thought. The old her never would have been down to have her asshole licked, but the new her…

The new her was the adventurous part of her that loved everything.

The werebear’s black hair spilled over Mrs. Lucina’s rump. The black curls tickled her. She shuddered at the touch then gasped as bodrum escort bayan the werebear’s face nuzzled into her butt-crack. A hot tongue licked at her asshole, caressing her sour hole.

A shiver ran through the MILF. She groaned into the basilisk’s cunt at the licking delight. The werebear’s tongue stroked Mrs. Lucina’s sphincter. Teased her puckered backdoor. She shuddered in delight at the wet rimming.

“Mrs. Lucina,” moaned Skamianiela. Her boobs quivered, nipples thrusting hard from the scaled mounds. Blue thighs squeezed about the MILF’s head, the pebbly texture feeling so wonderfully rough on her cheeks. “Yes, yes, that’s so good. Lady Ki’s cunt!”

Mrs. Lucina licked up and down the basilisk’s twat. Then the angel thrust her tongue into that juicy hole. She danced it around in the tart twat, pleasuring Skamianiela. The basilisk moaned, her hands grabbing her boobs, squeezing them.

“Mmm, what a yummy asshole,” growled Bhaaloo. “Mrs. Lucina… You have such a tasty ass.”

“Thanks,” she moaned as the werebear resumed licking. The tongue swirled around her puckered hole then pressed against the center. The tongue drilled at the angel’s asshole.

Her anal ring parted. The tongue wiggled into her bowels. A shiver ran through the angel. She loved how wicked that felt. Bhaaloo danced her tongue around in Mrs. Lucina’s bowels, the heat melting to her juicy cunt.

Moaning from the delight, Mrs. Lucina’s tongue fucked in and out of Skamianiela’s tart twat. The MILF thrust in hard and fluttered around before pulling back. Those wonderful juices melted such flavor through the angel’s mouth.

Oh, she has such a yummy cunt, thought Mrs. Lucina. Mmm, and Bhaaloo’s tongue… Ooh, that’s nice swirling around in my bowels.

The angel’s pussy grew hotter and hotter. Juices ran down her thighs, spilling out of her hairless twat. Nothing contained those juices. They ran hot down her flesh. She groaned, drinking them in. Her body trembled from the ticklish heat those rivulets gave her.

She swirled her tongue around in Skamianiela’s tart pussy. The basilisk hissed her delight. She shuddered, fingers sliding up her pink-scaled boobs to grasp those hard nubs at the top. She twisted and twerked them, her cunt clamping down on the angel’s tongue.

“Oh, yes!” moaned Skamianiela. “Lady Ki’s cunt, you’re amazing.”

“Mmm, just enjoy,” the angel moaned. “I want you to drown me in your juices.”

“I will, Mrs. Lucina!” she moaned.

SMACK!

The angel gasped at another spank landing on her butt-cheek. The heat melted down to her cunt. Wings fluttering, the angel shoved her right hand down her body. Her fingers slid across her hairless pudenda to find the top of her juicy folds. Her clit poked out of the hood.

She massaged her bud as Bhaaloo’s wicked tongue danced and swirled in her asshole. The angel loved the wild delight while savoring the pleasure of frigging her clit. Her wings flapped and halo pulsed with her building pleasure.

“Mmm, that’s so good,” Mrs. Lucina moaned, rubbing her pearl in slow circles. Her asshole clenched on Bhaaloo’s tongue. “You naughty werebear.”

“She’s just eating your asshole,” cooed Skamianiela. “That’s so hot.”

“I love eating assholes,” purred Daant, another of the werebears.

“You can lick my asshole next,” promised the angel. “While I eat out Bhaaloo’s cunt. I’m not leaving here until all six of you have drowned me in your cunt cream.”

“Mrs. Lucina,” hissed Piaro, a basilisk. “You are such a wonderful angel.”

“Our Mother of Light,” groaned Panja, the third werebear down here.

“Yes,” Vielmi moaned. The basilisk watched on, her feathery hair rustling in a slight breeze coming in from the entrance.

Mrs. Lucina thrust her tongue deep into Skamianiela’s cunt. The angel swirled it around in the basilisk’s twat, licking and lapping with such ferocity. Mrs. Lucina’s fingers rubbed at her clit. Her bud burst with sparks. Her asshole clenched down on Bhaaloo’s tongue.

The angel rose to her orgasm. She swelled closer and closer to it as she massaged her bud. Her wings fluttered. Heat swept through her. Bhaaloo’s tongue danced in her asshole while the werebear’s fingers gripped her rump.

“I’m getting so close to cumming, Mrs. Lucina,” groaned Skamianiela. Her scaled thighs squeezed tight about the angel’s smooth cheeks.

The angel licked up to Skamianiela’s clit. Wings twitching, Mrs. Lucina fluttered her tongue against that little pearl while rubbing harder at her own. Bhaaloo’s tongue thrust in and out of the angel’s asshole. She groaned, her halo glowing brighter.

Mrs. Lucina’s own orgasm approached.

She sealed her lips about Skamianiela’s clit and nibbled on that naughty bud. The MILF’s soft lips massaged the bud while her fingers rubbed so hard at her own. Pleasure swelled in the angel. Her asshole squeezed about Bhaaloo’s probing tongue.

I’m going to explode, thought escort ortaköy the angel. She slid her fingers from her clit and thrust them into her juicy pussy. The heel of her hand ground on her bud, massaging her pearl.

Sparks flared. Heat melted down from her asshole, stirred up by the werebear’s naughty licking and lapping. Mrs. Lucina shuddered, her pleasure building and building in her. She whimpered, loving every moment of this. She would have such a huge orgasm. Her fingers thrust in and out of her cunt.

“Lady Ki’s rumbling cunt!” squealed Skamianiela.

Tart juices gushed out of the basilisk’s pussy and bathed Mrs. Lucina’s mouth. The angel abandoned the basilisk’s clit to lick up the tart juices gushing out of the spasming cunt. The MILF licked and lapped up the cream, her own pussy clamping down on her fingers.

Bhaaloo clenched her fingers into Mrs. Lucina’s butt-cheeks, massaging them. The werebear’s tongue fluttered deep into the angel’s asshole. The heat melted to her pussy being reamed by her fingers. She groaned, the pleasure building and building in her. She would have a big burst of pleasure. Just explode.

“Yes!” squealed the angelic MILF, her fingers burying into her cunt.

Her pussy went wild around her digits. Her cunt convulsed around those two fingers while her asshole spasmed about Bhaaloo’s tongue. The angel’s halo flared bright. Her boobs swayed beneath her. Bright rapture shone through her body and illuminated her mind with ecstasy.

She drank Skamianiela’s tart cream as her own sweet juices gushed out around her digits. Pleasure swept through her flesh. She whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut as she reveled in the bright passion glowing out of her cunt.

She quivered there, Bhaaloo’s tongue dancing in her asshole, and shone so bright. Her passion radiated out through her halo. The angelic MILF quivered through her ecstasy. She rubbed her face into Skamianiela’s vulva, savoring the feel of scaled flesh and the silky folds.

“Oh, that was amazing,” she moaned, pulling her fingers out of her juicy twat. “Mmm, Bhaaloo, it’s your turn to get eaten.”

“And my turn to eat your asshole,” Daant moaned.

“Yes, it is,” purred the angelic MILF, tart basilisk cream running down her chin as she sat up. Her big boobs jiggled. “Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

She was so glad that she was here rewarding the monster girls. She dove into Bhaaloo’s cunt, feasting on her tangy delight while Daant rimmed her asshole. The angel loved the way the werebear tongue-fucked her bowels.

After, she ate out Daant while Vielmi devoured the angel’s cunt. Then Vielmi sat on Mrs. Lucina’s face while Piaro ate out her pussy. She came hard on the basilisk’s mouth while drinking Vielmi’s tart juices. Piaro begged to have her asshole eaten out, which Mrs. Lucina was more than happy to do, enjoying that sour musk. As she did, Panja fingered both the angel’s holes, driving her wild.

Panja was the last pussy she ate in the entrance hall. She knelt before the werebear and feasted on her, Panja moaning and gasping. Mrs. Lucina’s halo pulsed with such bright light as she savored them. Panja’s moans burst through the room.

And that was when everyone went still.

“Adventurers,” hissed Daant.

Mrs. Lucina gasped and pulled her face from the pussy. She looked out at the entrance. The setting sun stretched out long shadows that fell into the entrance of the cave. She licked her lips as the first entered, a dwarf in heavy armor, a massive, two-handed warhammer gripped in his hand. His beard spilled down the front of his breastplate, red and curly. Behind him came another warrior, an elf in leather armor with a light blade. His ears twitched, eyes casting around. A human mage in robes and holding his spellbook was next with a priest in brown robes, a holy symbol worked with the Glyph of Earth around his neck. At the rear, a halfling walked, looking petite and almost child-like, save for the scar on her face and the crossbow in hand, the tip gleaming with something black and sticky.

Poison.

The basilisks burst out first. They breathed their petrification breath. A crossbow took Skamianiela in the head before she could breathe. She stumbled back and then collapsed. Her body spasmed, froth bubbling on her lips.

“No!” Mrs. Lucina shouted in horror.

The breath washed over the dwarf warrior and the elf. The mage cursed and cried out something. The air warped around him, a shield that saved him. The priest started chanting. He followed the Lord and Lady of Earth.

He can reverse the petrification, she realized.

The mist cleared and revealed the dwarf and elf had been turned to stone, but the priest was crying out to the Lady of Earth, holding up his medallion to mend them. The werebears roared and charged at them now.

A ball of fire streaked from the mage and burst on Daant. Her fur burned and she roared in pain, flinching back from the blow. Mrs. Lucina threw her wings wide and focused her halo on the priest chanting to restore the two petrified allies.

Her beam of light struck the priest in the head. He screamed as the light burned him. He collapsed on his back, dead. She shuddered. She had never killed a person. Monster girls, yes, but not a person. But she didn’t care. They attacked her family.

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To all,

Due to the interest in Parts 1, 2 and 3, I have continued this series. This chapter delves into ‘filling in “on certain subjects glossed over in previous chapters (see I do read the comments). This leads to the potential of data dump. I will endeavor to not be a dick and just dump. I am learning, from the helpful comments given by you the readers.

Any aliens, real or imagined in this story are purely a construct of my twisted and warped mind. My attempts to enter a realm (writing), that has always eluded me, has been exciting. I hope you enjoy my continued tale of Drew Jr.

Drew was laid back in a hammock stretched out between two trees at the Cat refuge. Life had settled down for a couple of weeks after the battle, hospital, and celebration. He was enjoying the quiet solitude of the glade broken only by the distant sound of the frogs in the nearby pond. ‘This quiet solitude will soon abruptly end when the Pride returns,’ he thought.

But for the next hour or so, there was peace in the glade.

Or not.

He could hear swearing in an alien language coming from the maintenance shed.

Kay was at it again.

There could be no misunderstanding that Kay was having issues with her latest project. There was a sound, a high ping, of a box wrench dropped or thrown in frustration. More high-pitched swearing and out she came, shaking her head and stomping towards the cottage she shared with his Dad.

***

Drew closed his eyes, let the new tranquility of the glade envelope him and thought back to days, not long ago, but seemingly a 100 years ago, when the Pride arrived in-system and contacted Earth authority…

Drew was asleep in his command chair on the bridge. He hated the transition between space. He remembered the lectures of folding space upon itself like a piece of paper folded over itself. “Just pop through, they said. No big deal they said. Fuck Them!” Drew thought. As a ‘normal’ human it made him feel like he, himself was being folded upon himself, but now?

When Drew received his psychic enhancements, the first transition almost drove him insane. After that, as his psychic abilities grew, he had to be sedated or lose his mind. The jump to earth was a rough one, three transitions, one around a red giant. They seem to be the worst.

“Lord, we are ready to enter normal space.” Thing One noted as she leaned over and injected the stimulant into his arm.

Drew hated the stimulant almost as bad as the transition. “Think of being peacefully in a semi-dream state to being rocketed into a race car in the middle of a race,” he had once tried to explain to others. The Cats had little tolerance or understanding of subtlety and just shrugged at his concerns.

He came fully awake with a start and stared at the black screen in front of him. There was the light almost musical tone, the countdown to ‘normal’ space. He did his normal count down from 10. It was easier when he was a ‘normal’ human and just crew, huddled deep in the bowels of the ship. If you came into normal space inside a sun, or a small moon, it would be over before anyone could think. But here, in the command chair, he held all the responsibility and would watch the disaster, if it happened.

“3…2…1” and then a mental ‘pop’ and he was staring at a huge asteroid directly in their path. It was so huge that it filled the entire forward view screen.

“Oh fuck! Evasive maneuvers, NOW!” he screamed half climbing out of the command chair backwards. He then noticed the whole bridge crew staring at him in confusion. He also noticed that the ship was static, not moving.

Thing One and Two flew out of their chairs and prostrated themselves before their enraged Lord.

“We are sorry if we have displeased you my Lord. You told us to bring the ship into the rings of your ‘Saturn” to hide the ship. We are directly under the opening we found that would fit the Pride ship. Please tell us what we have done to displease you my Lord” Thing One intoned.

Drew was stunned. After all this time, and here were the twins placating themselves and Thing Two offering her dagger if he wanted to take their lives for the ‘insult’ they must have given.

“Lord if I may?” came from Eddie at the science consol.

Drew just nodded his head.

“Pilot and Navigator, be calm. The Lord is not used to the advanced navigational abilities of our crew and technology. He was just surprised at the excellent piloting skills you have shown.” Eddie paused as the two female crew were still shoulders down and asses up.

Drew leaned forward and spoke quietly, “I want you up at your stations. The only way I want to see you like this again, is in my quarters, wet swollen and ready to mate”. The two flushed and scrambled to their positions. Drew straightened himself out in his chair. “The science officer is correct. The bridge crew has done an excellent job placing us where we need to be. I am pleased with your actions.”

“Pleased enough to spend time tonight…” Thing Two started escort levent before the conference room door opened and Meme walked in.

“Enough of that you two.” She stated before starting an animated conversation with Eddie. Thing One and Two’s ears went flat, they had a moment of hope.

“Comm officer, is there any change in Earth-side or near space communications?” Drew questioned

A very pregnant Tiffany turned and reported “No Lord, we have not been detected entering this system”

“Very good. Pilot place us in the location we discussed. Slowly please, I have had enough excitement for a short while.” Drew directed. He suddenly felt a presence by his elbow and turned to find Meme.

“I really did start it with the two hellions flying this ship. “Drew commented.

“I am aware my Lord, their emanations are anything but subtle. But they are aware there is a waiting list for your personal time, and as much as they desire to enter back into the competition for pregnancies, it is not their turn.” Meme stated without request for further comment.

Drew sat and just shook his head “competition for pregnancies?” he thought.

Drew turned his head, ‘Comm, send out the drone as we discussed. And begin the broadcast of our message.”

“Yes, my Lord,” and Tiffany began to touch her screen. On the 3D display, a small object moved away from the ship and started to weave its way through the asteroid field that was Saturn’s rings. It continued to weave its way farther and farther away from the ship.

Drew knew that the arrival of the Cat ship would be a surprise, but he was feeling the pressure of worry and concern over his decision to bring his Cat family to Earth. “Well the broadcasting of the message will tell how Earth will welcome these refugees.” He thought.

***

The answer from Earth was not what Drew was hoping for. The drone was blasted from its hiding place on the edge of the rings. A massive search began to find the Cat ship. It was only North Alliance ships, so Drew had to surmise that the emergency frequency he was given as a merchant marine was limited to only the North Alliance military command. They sent out their own broadcasts threatening total annihilation unless the Cats gave themselves up. Alliance comments of “no quarter given” were sent as a follow up to the earlier threats.

Drew had Tiffany send out two additional drones to different sectors of the Rings and broadcast on all frequencies, the same message, desire of asylum. After a lengthy time, the Homogeny and then UN stepped in to offer a peaceful end to their travels.

Where they would be placed, was the next argument. Drew was shocked at the vehement anger from his old homeland of north America. The Northern Alliance wanted to place them in what amounted to a concentration camp. Drew wanted the same rights as other alien species that resided on earth.

A compromise was reached and surprisingly the North Alliance agreed to set aside a piece of land that would be a sort of Embassy. 1000 acres along what used to be the US and Canadian border. An old forestry station and training area that would allow the younglings to wander, run and hunt like their ancestors.

The only caveat was the Alliance wanted to embed a representative to keep an eye on the ‘peace’, a spy. Drew agreed, if the Homogeny or UN provided a matching representative.

Drew was not happy about any of it, but they had a home As an embassy on their soil, the Alliance guaranteeing secured borders and secured skies above. It came with a price, secrecy. The Cats presence on Earth would remain secret until the three major players, Alliance, Homogeny and UN, decided to tell the world that a new species lived among them.

That was, until the Roaches arrived and two humans, a Cat and Kay saved Earth.

That made things remarkably interesting, very quickly.

***

Drew’s peaceful remembrances were interrupted by noise coming from his father cabin.

Kay was at it again.

From his father’s cottage came a now familiar sound, Kay cuming. She had a serious tendency to roar when she came. While fascinating from an anthropological point, it was just damn strange knowing his dad was having sex, a lot of sex.

It had taken weeks for his Dad to heal enough to be able to have sex, and it seemed that Kay was trying to make up for lost time. The doctors were aghast that their patient was having sex inside their precious. High-tech exoskeleton.

Drew took in a deep breath and then slowly let it out. “You go Dad,” was all that Drew could think as he smiled. He was going to be doing lots of his own mating when the females returned after so many weeks.

He leaned back in his hammock in the solitude and continued to remember how this came about

He was back in the hospital, waking to chaos and argument. Tiffany and Kay squared off against a group of humans. When the dust had settled, he was still laid back in the hospital bed with a med-band escort bayan bodrum around his leg, healing the battle damage. The hospital staff still had to deal with a very pissed off two-meter-tall kitty and her shorter companion that was laughing at the situation.

It took a while, and the assistance of his two feline companions, to finally see his Dad. He was in bad shape. If not for alien technology and alien meds, he would have died soon after ejection from the Elder ship. Vertebrae and other bones were crushed. Organs bruised and then they shut down. When Drew saw him, he was covered with so much tech, he looked like the old Vid Borg. They kept him in a semi-coma allowing things to heal at their alien inspired rate.

But the old man was stubborn, and with the nagging of Kay, he was soon up walking. He was enclosed in an exoskeleton that protected him and all the medical gear. Drew was not able to talk to his Dad until the gathering and celebration for the saviors of Earth. They had but a few moments before the speeches to hug and reaffirm their love. They talked of the changes, new families, and a future for them both together.

Kay had become a familiar fixture in Drews room, harassing the hospital staff and stealing his food. Kay and Tiffany had bonded over the protection of their spouses and the general confusion over humankind. Humankind, specifically the hospital staff, learned to treat the new feline visitors, with respect or fear, depending on their personal point of view. The screechy hospital administrator was not seen or heard from again, at least on their wing of the hospital.

***

Earth’s xenophobia had just gotten worse since Drew was taken by the Pride. The new threat of annihilation by a race of giant roaches just heightened an already volatile flashpoint of human xenophobia. Finding another race of lethal beings living amongst them, just fueled rumors of the worst macabre sort.

It did not take long for Drew to tire of humanities self-absorption and general rudeness to Tiffany and Kay. His small-town upbringing had shielded him from meeting and dealing with the known alien races. Sure, there was always some asshole mothing off about his opinion on aliens, but there had always been those narrow-minded assholes in the world. But the talk was bad and getting worse. Even though those aliens had helped save Earth, the new xenophobia had a violent feel to it.

***

He was so happy to be back in their forest seclusion. He missed the comfort of the sounds and smells of the forest. But he had to admit, he was looking forward to the mayhem of the returning Pride. He knew that within a few days, things would settle down. The younglings would burn up the stored energy from their space travel by vanishing into the woods on their hunts and adventures. That would leave him and the females to mate and try to make new warriors to grow the Pride’s numbers.

Drew had come to know the Pride as his family, and he missed his family.

But for the next short few hours, he could swing in his hammock, listen to the birds, and hear the rumblings of Kay.

“Rumblings” he thought, and smiled, shaking his head against the pillow in the hammock. ‘I sure wish she just rumbled” he thought again. Kay was not shy about her desire for sex. It seemed to be either second or third on her ‘to do’ list after food and beer. And the beer just made her more amorous.

“How could one small creature make so much noise?” he thought.

***

The arrival of the Pride was heralded but the peculiar humming vibrations of shuttles mag-lev plates. Both shuttles came out of the clouds in tandem and spun to land at the prepared landing pads. The increase of noise, hum, and swirling air shattered the peace of the glade. The local natural denizens of the glade scattered in all directions.

The shuttles settled on their gravel pads with just light crunching noises. For a few minutes as the pilots went through their shut-down procedures, there was a moment of quite in the forest glade.

Drew had already swung out of his hammock and was suddenly joined by Tiffany. He turned his head to view her and her beauty. She had taken her ceremonial place by his right shoulder, a half of a step back. The place of a queen or mate next to her Lord. He heard the servos of his Dad’s exoskeleton coming closer. And of course, the mumblings of Kay and her concerns for his Dad.

Also crossing the glade, were the two ‘observers’ of the UN and North Alliance. Spies, simple and straight forward. Spies on the capabilities of the new race, the Cats. Other Homogony races wanted to send additional representatives, but Drew had refused. He had openly given Kay the opportunity to talk to her race or any others that asked questions, but her common refrain when they asked her was ‘fuck off’.

The first representative selected by the UN was an amazingly attractive woman named Elsa, from Sweden. Not only a blonde, blue eyed, 6′ tall sample of Nordic escort fulya beauty, but a past Olympian winter biathlete. Her specialty was xenoanthropology and Drew could tell she was a true scientist. An amazingly hot sexy scientist, but the science was what brought her to live with the Cats.

Her workout runs in the morning had started something within the Pride. First, the younglings were caught stalking her, and then cuffed by the older females. Other females started to go out with her as ‘protection’. Then a gentle female competition began. It was thrilling watching the statuesque human racing through the woods, trying to keep up with muscular but svelte two-meter-tall female cats. That competition built a bond between the females of both races. The races were followed by rubdowns, and a new feature for the Cats, saunas.

The other representative, the selection of the Northern Alliance, was a complete asshole named Dick. After the first few days of his condescending tone, openly xenophobic attitude and generally negative disposition, Drew had close to enough. Dick was a world class dick. Drew learned he could not say the name ‘Dick’ without his own inappropriate inflection. So, he called him by his full name Richard.

***

As the receiving committee gathered waiting on the rush of the Pride, Drew could hear a comment. A comment that raised his hair.

“So, the space kitties return,” Dick commented with more sarcasm than was warranted.

Tiffany’s ears rotated, not a good sign.

“I have warned you about that phrase and attitude Richard,” Drew reminded the Alliance representative.

“Oh yes, I am sorry, I have must have forgotten in the time they have been gone.” He replied with more of a sarcastic tone.

Drew commented, “Should I let the ‘kitties’ teach you some manners? Your ‘black belt’ will last about 1 minute with one the younglings.”

“Let not go to threats Drew. You know who my friends and connections are.” responded Dick with a straightening of shoulders.

Drew was much more concerned about the automatic reaction of Tiffany to an insult. She growled and spoke, the translator reacted immediately “That is Lord Drew, human.”

“Yes, yes, yes, LORD Drew.” Dick stated with flippancy “No reason to riffle your fur Tiffany.”

“That is QUEEN Tiffany, Richard. I know you have friends, and those friends helped me create this Cat refuge. But tolerance of your bad manners will be short lived once the Pride has returned and re-established in this territory.”

Drew had turned partially to face Dick. He leaned towards the man, a man that refused to look him in his odd golden cat eyes. “Remember you little prick that my Dad and I are the saviors of Earth. That carries a lot more weight than being a pet spy for one of the many hate groups on Earth. It would be horrible if you were out on an evening walk and some wild animal carried you off…you are warned”

Dick spun and started to sputter. Drew looked past Dick to Elsa and smiled his most welcoming smile.

“It’s so good to have the Earth representatives here to be part of the rejoining of the Pride. I hope you both will enjoy it as much as myself. There will be a celebration tomorrow, and you both are invited. I presume the younglings will have to blow off some energy this afternoon, so this evening should be just a lite meal. I need to introduce the new additions to the family and I need to reacquaint myself with my wives.”

“We are not expected to participate in the orgy, I hope,” huffed Dick.

“Richard, I am shocked, that your puritan ideals have survived all of this alien…what did you call it once…oh yes, alien invasion of Earth. Please keep in mind, that two alien species were there with Dad and me to keep Earth safe,” Drew paused and turned to look at the shuttles, “behave or I shall take off my ban of the younglings playing ‘practical jokes’ on you.” Drew ended with a smile.

“You wouldn’t,” Dick sputtered.

“Behave Richard, last warning,” Drew ended the discussion.

***

There came a crack as both doors opened, and landing ramps extended. A boil of shorter furred bodies came out from both ships and started to fan out towards the forest. If not for the very threatening growls and vocals coming from the shuttles, the younglings would have made their escape. The younglings immediately froze and made their way back to form a pack in the middle of the glade in front of Drew and Tiffany. Tiffany and Drew shared a mental touch of mirth at the exuberance of youth while standing and staring at the younglings with calm stoic faces.

Queen Meme exited with her usual calm semi-regal manner, next came Eddie to stand next to Meme but off to his left shoulder was one of the younger females that gone into estrus just before the emergencies. The rest of females lined up in front of the younglings, in order of their internal Pride designations. Drew was surprised that there only a few babies. Meme noticed his concern and let him know they were sleeping in the nurseries on the ships and were being watched over by two of the nurses.

Last to exit the ship were the pilots Things One and Two, who jostled each other as they walked and then became more formal as they took their places. All bowed to their Lord and Drew could no longer hold back his mirth and laughed at the younglings.

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Chapter Eight

I created a simple tunnel to get out of the mountain. My hunger was growing. I needed to eat something. From the throne room, I imagined a tunnel that ran out about ten feet then went south until it cleared my throne room. I turned it west towards the nearest side of the mountain.

“Make a little cave. Something natural” whispered Souleen as I did. She floated on the Void Crystal before me as I worked. “Then deploy your will o’ wisps to guard your dungeon while you’re gone.”

I nodded and made a cave that broached the side of the mountain. The irregular terrain swept back about thirty feet then butted into a door. A stout one, made of metal that was locked. Only I had the key. Behind it, I formed a guard room. I pictured Sviesos and her sister will o’ wisps stationed there, ready to fight and protect my dungeon.

The black energy rippled out from me. It spilled through the air and shaped reality. I clutched tight to the crystal as it happened. I felt it burning bright. I smiled at that. I was so glad to shape things. To mold my dungeon and extend its reach even further.

“Oh, my, they’re gone,” Lana Fulmine gasped. “Sviesos? Zaibas.”

“They’re fine,” I said, my stomach rumbling. “Right, Souleen?”

“Of course, they’re fine,” she said. She giggled. “You wouldn’t hurt them. They are where you positioned them, ready to fight and protect your dungeon.”

“Okay.” I glanced at Lana. “We need clothing.”

I clutched at the Void Crystal. It could make all manner of things. I pictured a heavy robe made of gray for Lana to hide her outlandish appearance. Mostly. She would stand out in it, but she might not be seen as inhuman. She could fold her wings and, hopefully, not stand out. For myself, I went with a pair of heavy boots, wool pants, a shirt, and a vest. It all flashed into appearance on the floor at our feet.

Lana picked hers up, this look crossing her face. “This is for me to wear?” Disapproval dripped from her lips.

“Sorry,” I said, grabbing my new pants and pulling them on. They felt so different from modern clothing. The stitching was thick and it had no zipper or fastener, just lacings that I had to knot up. “I need to hide you. Unless you want to stay here.”

“What, no!” she gasped. “Who’s going to watch out for you?”

“I thought so,” I said. I knew I wanted the company. I had this magic, but this was a new world. It would be strange. Unusual. I wasn’t quite sure I knew where to go.

I laced up the pants and then pulled on the shirt. It felt baggy and had a V-neckline, the collar dangling loose. Over that, I pulled on the vest. The socks were knitted wool that stretched around my feet. They were thicker than I was used to wearing. I shoved my feet into the leather boots and laced them up. They felt comfortable. Like they were meant to fit my feet.

Well, I did make them for me.

Lana, still grimacing, pulled on her robe. Her wings folded around her body. It fit her, though was bulky, hiding her curves and her silver skin. She pulled up the hood, looking almost like a friar. But her face and hands were still so obvious.

“Try to keep your hands tucked into the sleeves of your robe,” I said. “And keep that hood drawn. Maybe no one will realize you have silver skin.”

“I could just embrace being a monster girl,” she said. “Strut in a stylish Loro Piana maxi dress.”

“Or a pair of booty shorts like Jane Dangerous wears?” I asked.

“I know you would love to see me in that,” Lana purred. “Mmm, my number-one fan would jizz all over those booty shorts before peeling them off my ass and sodomizing me hard and fast. Then I would cum so hard.”

My dick throbbed. It was so tempting, but my stomach growled.

“Maybe later,” I said, wanting to see her in the outfit of her most iconic role before I did just what she said. God, I could jerk off onto that peachy butt, coating those khaki booty shorts in my jizz before ripping them off and going to town on her ass. But I was getting hungrier by the minute.

I found the gold coins in my loot chest and tucked them into the vest’s inner pocket. It was why I went with it. I had heard that about visiting cities, especially as a tourist. Never keep your wallet in a back pocket of your pants. Make it somewhere hard to get at.

I liked the idea.

I felt the coins as I held out my arm to my robed Lana Fulmine. She took it with grace and we walked out of the Vault and through my bedroom. We passed into the empty living room, the hallway to the throne room, then the even longer hallway out to the surface. I had a great deal of space to play with.

To built a proper dungeon.

In my mind, I already was laying it out. Ideas popped into my mind about dead ends. Traps. Even baited treasure. Maybe put something nice for the heroes to find to think they had cleared it and leave without finding the heart of my dungeon. I pictured what video game makers did in RPGs.

Soon, we reached the guard room and the escort cihangir heavy door that led out. Sviesos and her fellow will o’ wisp sisters stood alert. They were naked, but they weren’t posing sexy. They took their role seriously. Their faces hard.

“They won’t get past us, Lord Leo,” Sviesos said with triumph ringing in her voice. Her bluish body glowed bright for a moment.

Zaibas, Kibir, and Svyte all nodded their agreement. They were ready to fight for me. I smiled at them, encouraged by their fervor. I drew out the key from around my neck. It was on a long chain of gold. It was a gleaming skeleton key. I thrust it into the metal door’s lock and twisted it. I pulled it inward, the hinges hardly even creaking.

Daylight spilled in from the mouth of the cave. Greenery beckoned beyond, the bright colors contrasting with the grays of the cave. The floor was uneven. Stalactites reared down from the ceiling, dripping with water. A pool lay in the corner, the water so clear it was almost invisible. After locking the door, Lana and I crossed the cave and stepped out into the daylight.

A grove of trees grew before us, half-screening the entrance to the cave. Thick brush grew around it, helping to disguise it more. We pushed through it and found a meadow that stretched down the slope. A valley lay beyond, the land cultivated. I could see farms growing crops in rows. Smoke rose from the center. That must be the village.

It didn’t look far. I was wrong.

It took a few hours to walk there. My stomach grew emptier and emptier as we descended the mountainside. At the far end of the meadow we found a trail, perhaps a woodcutter’s trail, that led down the mountain. Lana and I descended it, the sun rising. It looked like we’d set out in mid-morning. Nine or ten o’clock. The path wound us down the forested slopes for an hour, a gleam of sweat crossing my face.

Then it widened out into the farmland, and we found a proper road. It was made of dirt and rutted by wagon tracks, but it led us towards that village we spotted. We passed farms, the men working the fields in dirt smeared clothing. They were ripping up weeds, throwing them on squares of burlap with handles on opposite corners. They glanced at us, giving us suspicious looks, before they returned to their weeding. Livestock was penned around the farmsteads, often built on little rises. Buildings made of wooden frames with white painted walls stood in between, the roofs covered in golden straw. When I saw a woman, she was around the farmhouse, wearing a dress with a kerchief over her head.

I thought the farmlands meant we were close to the village, which I learned from a passing farmer was called Astovin, but it was still past noon before we arrived. My feet ached already and sweat gleamed on my brow. The day was warm.

The farmland gave way to more crowded buildings. They were larger here, with second floors a foot or two wider than their first ones. They were built with the same frames of wooden beam style construction with something like adobe making up the walls in between. They had windows, but no glass in them, just open curtains and storm shutters on the outside. The people wore clothing not dissimilar to mine. They glanced at us as we entered. Women in yards looked up from hanging laundry. Men lugging heavy sacks through the street frowned at us.

In the center of the village was a large field that had a collection of grown cows and sheep grazing on it. There were a few men watching over them. Ringing it were buildings. I hoped one of them would sell food.

Just as I was about to ask one of the people, a slender man in finer clothing than the others stepped up onto a stump. He stood before the largest building, a sign with a loaf of bread and a mug of beer over the door. An inn or tavern, I supposed. The man wore black clothing with a bit of lace at the cuff and neck. His pants were tighter and the tips of his shoes curled upward into points.

“The diviners of Lord Shorvin have felt a disturbance in the River of Mana,” the man declared. “This morning, a Dungeon has appeared in the district.”

Gasps echoed from the people around us. Men shook their heads and glowered. Women looked about to faint, pulling small children to them and hugging them tight. Whispers echoed around the townspeople.

“Adventurers are needed to scout the area,” he declared. “Lord Shorvin’s Bounty is offered again. Perhaps this Dungeon can be successfully dealt with before the power grows too great.”

“Fuck,” I muttered. If people started glancing at us and Lana’s outlandish garb…

“You, good adventurer!” the crier said, pointing out in our direction.

My skin prickled. I looked around, fearing the adventurer was right behind me. But I just saw townsfolk staring at not me but Lana. Then I realized what was going on. They thought she was some sort of adventurer.

“A priestess, yes?” the crier gasped. “I hope that you escort bodrum quickly form your party and dispatch the villains who lurk in the vicinity. The Dungeon and its foul Builder must fall before they spread darkness through the District.”

People nodded. They shook heads and cheered on the priestess. Lana, the consummate actress, drank it in. She kept her mysterious hood drawn low and her hands folded in her robe. I was all but ignored by her.

“You’re going to stop the evil dungeon builder?” a woman called.

Lana glanced at me for a moment. I nodded, not sure what to do.

“Of course,” she said. “I have been called here by Lord Enlil and Lady Uttu.”

My heart lurched. Those were who I called upon to use my magic. Was that bad? Were the Lord and Lady of Lightning respected here? My heart pulsed with the words. I could start casting magic if I had to. I didn’t want to. I was so hungry.

But the townsfolk seemed even more impressed by that.

This was my chance to buy supplies while she had everyone distracted. I could tell she was loving it. Nearly every actor and actress was an attention whore. Sure there were probably exceptions, but for the most part they were people who had grown accustomed to having an audience that reveled in them. That showered them in love and praise.

Lana Fulmine was definitely not an exception to that.

“Is that why your skin is silver?” I heard a woman ask. “Did Lady Uttu bless you?”

“Of course,” Lana said. “How else can I defend myself against the dark machinations of the evil builder? He must be a knave. The sort of man who wants to jerk off on the ass of a woman in booty shorts.”

“Booty shorts,” a woman gasped. “How horrible. Is that a torture device?”

“Sometimes,” Lana said, amusement in her voice.

I left her to her fun and started poking around. I found not one store that sold items, but various farmers set up on the far end of the village green. They sold a variety of products. I needed a way to get my supplies back to the dungeon, so I purchased a donkey and a cart. For meat, my choices were salted beef and salted pork. There was none being sold fresh, not that I knew how I would keep it cool if they did. Nor was I used to having meat come in huge hunks, the sides of the animals just sold. Not cut into parts.

I packed them into the cart. From another farmer, I bought a bushel of apples, a barrel full of the light red fruit. They were smaller. From other farmers, I bought carrots and potatoes. Good root vegetables that could keep for a bit. I stacked them into the cart. Spices were lacking. They had salt and garlic cloves. That was it.

Lastly, I bought sacks of grain. I didn’t know what I could make with the grain, bread I supposed, but they were better than nothing. I stacked it all on the cart. From one farmer, I did buy a meat pie. It was like a stew baked in a loaf of bread.

I devoured it.

“My thanks,” I groaned.

“Sure, sure,” he said, staring at me. “You from around here?”

“Passing through,” I said. “I have business at Lord Shorvin’s and then I’m off.”

“To Myrecilla?” the man asked.

“Right. Myrecilla,” I said. “That’s where my business will take me. Need to eat.”

“That’s quite a bit of food.” He glanced at the cart.

“Oh, well, I have companions. They’re waiting for me to gather the supplies, you know.”

“Be careful.” The man looked around. “There’s a dungeon off towards Myrecilla. A terrible man occupies it. He’s got Life and Water magic, and he uses it in terrible ways. None of the adventurers have cracked it. Not that many come out here. Too far from Myrecilla.” He stared at me. “You tell ’em in Myrecilla we got two dungeons out here now. Two. That’ll be bad. We can’t have that.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said. Another dungeon around here? Did I need to worry about it? “You know anything about this new dungeon?”

“New one?” the man asked.

“Yeah, the crier said a dungeon opened this morning.”

The farmer spat. “Hadn’t heard about it. There’s a dungeon off to the west of here. A week or so old. Has an adventurer tried to attack it? Nope. Going to get powerful, and who will suffer? Us.”

My brow furrowed. Why would they have to suffer? Why did Dungeon Builders have to have this terrible reputation? Just because they disrupted magic by building their dungeons in an area? Or was there more to it?

Would I be feared by these people? They were calling for adventurers to come attack me, but it seemed like not many came out here. But there were two rival dungeons in the area. Souleen mentioned they would try to attack me, too.

They would want my Glyph.

I wanted to collect Lana and get out of here.

I led the donkey pulling the cart through the village. Lana was up on the crier’s stump, her hood thrown back, basking in the adoration of the crowd. I shook my head and waved my arm. She caught my gaze and nodded.

“Now, I have to escort etiler go,” she said as I led the cart past the crowd and down the road we came on. “I have to go and find my adventuring party. I can’t do it alone. But know that Lana Fulmine shall unleash the power of the Lord and Lady of Lightning on the villains who prey upon your village. You shall all be safe.”

The crowd cheered for her. They clapped and hollered. I glanced back to see her blowing kisses at them, her golden hair crackling with the “electric blessing of the Lord and Lady of Lightning.” She was a charmer. Always had been. She exuded that charisma that let her be a leading lady in Hollywood.

I smiled and kept walking, humming to myself. She would catch up. The donkey cart didn’t go fast. I grabbed an apple out of the back and bit into it. The crunch echoed through the air. I chewed on the sweet fruit, savoring the taste while leading along the braying donkey.

I always heard they were stubborn animals, but he had not a problem pulling his cart. His ears were thrust forward. He looked alert as he plodded down the road beside me. We passed out into the fields, the farmers hardly pausing in their work. They were still weeding.

“Oh, that was exhilarating,” Lana Fulmine purred when she caught up an hour later. The mountain where my dungeon lay loomed before me. It was east of the village, the sun moving behind us. “Did you see how they loved me?”

“I saw,” I said. “So you’re going to protect them from all the villains?”

“It just felt so right to say,” she said. She glanced at me, a big grin on her face. “I mean, they wanted it. They were so happy to hear me speak those words. Oh, they showered me in love, Leo. Just bathed me in it.”

“Uh-huh,” I said.

“Oh, you’re not jealous, are you?” She took my arm and pressed close. She had her hood down, her golden hair swinging about her face. Occasional arcs of electricity zapped from strand to strand. “You’re always my number-one fan. No one can love me more than you do. You brought me here. You remade me into a lightning sprite. You gave me something new to do. Something amazing. Protecting you.”

“I’m one of those villains,” I pointed out. “That town crier was talking about forming an adventuring party to come attack me.”

“Well, true,” Lana Fulmine said. “But you’re not a villain. They just don’t know you. You don’t sound like this evil man to the south. He attacks travelers. Whole farms have been abandoned. He even destroyed a village with oozes and satyrs. Jindag sounds like a horrible man. Not like you. You wouldn’t send your will o’ wisps to attack the village, would you?”

“Of course not,” I said. “Why would anyone?”

“Because there are bad people in this world. People who don’t care about others. It’s terrible. Just a horrible thing, but you’re not like that. I know you’re not, Leo. You’re a good man.”

I smiled at her. “Thank you, Lana. It’s good to hear that.”

“Of course it’s good to hear that.” She smiled at me. “So, want to make those booty shorts and then jizz all over my ass in them?”

“You are a wicked woman,” I groaned, my dick throbbing. “We still have two hours to walk before we get back to the dungeon.”

“But if you plunder my ass, then you don’t need to plunder villages,” Lana Fulmine said. “See, I’m protecting them from your villainous and lecherous hungers.”

Despite my worry for adventurers and other dungeon builders, I threw back my head and laughed. Lana Fulmine was a delicious companion. I was glad I brought her to this world and made her all mine.

* * / *

“Jane Dangerous!” Leo groaned.

A shiver ran through Lana Fulmine as she wore the tight booty shorts. He had managed to make them. They weren’t made of khaki, but linen. They still felt wonderful on the actress’s body. Her wings fluttered in delight as she knelt on the bed and wiggled her hips.

The food was stored in their new kitchen that Leo had made with his wondrous powers. She didn’t need to eat. She just needed his cum.

She wiggled her ass, feeling the cloth hugging her butt-cheeks. The fabric squeezed about her rump. Leo knelt behind her, jerking off his cock. Her round breasts jiggled, dangling free. She wore only the shorts.

“You think your vile lusts will pervert me,” Lana whimpered. “Ooh, you are so wrong, Baron Doom!”

“I know it will,” Leo said, his voice sounding almost maniacal. “Once you are splashed in my cum, you will be begging to be my anal whore.”

“Never!” Lana tossed her hair, her golden locks flying about her face. “I will never succumb and be your anal whore, Baron Doom. No matter how big and thick and long your cock is.”

“I can hear the slut in your voice!” Leo fisted his cock faster. “It’s begging to burst out of you, Jane Dangerous.”

“You’re wrong!” she gasped. “I’m a good girl. Pure of heart.”

“Then why is your pussy soaking through those shorts?” Leo cupped her crotch, his finger rubbing at the seam pressed against her hairless twat. “Yes, you’re dripping wet, Jane Dangerous!”

“I can’t be!” she moaned. “Oh, why are you so sexy, Baron Doom?” She shuddered, loving the game. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter. “You will never get me to submit. No matter how much you rub my pussy.”

He pulled his hand away.

“Wait!” Lana moaned.

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Author’s Note:

A Drow’s Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, ‘reverse’ rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The main goal of the story, however, is to tell an epic tale of adventures, gods and goddesses, fae, and nymphomaniacs. This episode and every episode to come will be available for free on Literotica for the foreseeable future. All characters that engage in sexual or suggestive situations are mentally and sexually mature: the human equivalent of 18 for their race.

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Episode 125: Archmage

Though clothes had no longer been needed inside the library once the party reached the exit two women needed to get dressed again. Both Ylene and Ashyr had equipment that made them look downright prudish compared to the rest of the people, though they were form-fitting and revealed quite a bit of cleavage and midriff. They might have chosen to go without to better fit the ‘uniform’ of the party but their gear was simply too important during battle for them to justify it.

“Image you, Ashyr, being the conservative member of the party!” Selene teased her older cousin. The mage hadn’t bothered concealing her own nakedness beyond the jewelry she wore. It was just easier to be naked when she might have to engage in battle-sex at any given moment.

Caleldir groaned. Althaia certainly found it funny, though.

“It is weird, isn’t it?” the ranger said, grinning. “Usually that’s Caleldir’s job. Now…” Well, now he was the most obscene. Ashyr chose not to finish that thought, though. There was plenty of time to tease him about it once the danger was over and he could be safely distracted by his embarrassment. There would be enough of that as it was for now.

A more serious (but not quite as serious as before Caleldir was cleansed) mood settled over the party once they passed the threshold of the still-corrupt portion of the Monastery (it was difficult to be entirely serious, considering Caleldir was with them and wearing one of them on his cock). They shuffled Althaia to lead the way and Dahlia to watch their backs with the rest of them in random order in the middle. Thus, they began the second and more difficult half of their objective.

“With things being this way,” Caleldir nodded his head towards Nirza, who was attached to him. “I am not going to be of any help. Wouldn’t it be better to just let the Neverborn hold me prisoner?”

“We have been through this,” Faraia said with sad patience. “If you are taken, Dahlia and I will also be taken. And I think that Nirza might have some trouble maintaining her body without me and you here. So the party will be severely weakened.”

“This is a pretty good way to travel,” Nirza said. She pumped her hips up and down a few times, then spun around into a sort of doggy style position, her legs locked around Caleldir, facing forward. Experimentally, she pumped herself back and forth a few more times. “It is good to be weightless. Cannot phase through Caleldir, though. Probably not through Faraia or Dahlia either.”

It was fortunate that at least Althaia was paying attention to the road ahead. The rest of the party was still getting used to the fact that there was a ghost on Caleldir’s cock. The nymph interrupted the conversation. “Enemies ahead.”

And, there were. Once more, some rather grotesquely mutated lizard-like monsters rushed in to attack.

Althaia was the first to engage the enemy, as would be expected. She took out a few of the lizards fairly quickly. Meanwhile, Faraia grabbed a number of them with her telekinesis and slammed them against the walls and floor.

The rest of the party leaped into action. The members that had been working together from the beginning had honed their coordination. In a pinch, they would be perfectly fine without Dahlia, Faraia, and Nirza to bolster their strength. In theory. In practice, it seemed worth it to keep Caleldir around despite his complaints.

This was made quite obvious with the actions of one member in particular: Dahlia. With sadistic, giggling glee she flew head-first at the nearest enemy combatant with nothing but wing, tail, and claw to rend flesh and break bones. For the time being, she was testing her current strength with only a few spells to buff herself. What better creatures to test herself on than the random fodder the Shifting Halls threw at them?

Nirza was having a bit more trouble, at least at first. Then she discovered that since she could fly and Caleldir was attached to her she could move him wherever she wanted to go without waiting on him to respond. It was not easy to summon the concentration to cast spells, but manageable.

The first wave of lizards – being utterly outmatched – was not a challenge to defeat. But as the party was cleaning kağıthane escort up the last of them a large golem made of exposed bone, strands of stone, pulsing flesh, and fused iron trembled into the room. It was followed by another wave of lizards. Althaia gripped her blade and lunged for the golem but the damned thing turned out to be a spellcaster and opened a portal underneath her. The paladin fell through and vanished.

As the party’s spellcasters pelted the golem most of their magic dissipated harmlessly into it. It was clear the party was in for quite a fight.

Initially, Dahlia didn’t take the incoming golem very seriously. How hard could it be compared to those lizard things? She probably could have taken all of them by herself (which may have been overconfidence talking). But soon it became apparent that the strange, ugly thing was going to be much more of a problem. She bared her teeth in a feral grin of excitement.

For her part, Selene decided to fight fire with fire. Or, more accurately, rock with rock. The mage used her chunk of black opal to grow into her own golem form that she used on occasion. Her appearance, however, was almost nothing like the hideous rock and flesh. Her huge, vaguely feminine body shone with the natural inner fire of the material she was made of. But with beauty came strength that added to her magical and psionic abilities. With a contralto roar, she hurled herself at the golem.

Ashyr and Bard focused on the lizards that came with the golem.

Hadlyn continued to heal where she could. When that wasn’t necessary, she tried her divine magicks against the big foe, hoping that it was only arcane and psionic magic that it was so resistant to. It was worth a try, but divine magic did not do much more than the other sources.

Still, the golem was much less of a threat now that the party switched tactics. It did attempt to portal away some of the party when they attacked, but was unsuccessful in getting rid of anyone Althaia. It almost got Abanonda twice but Faraia managed to pull the martial artist out of the portal just before she fell into it.

The acid from Ylene’s stealthy blades and the collective physical assaults of the others did the trick. The golem was forced to focus most of its attention on Selene’s improved form. Thus distracted, it was eventually worn down with a minimum of injuries. Still, when the golem finally fell apart, the party was left breathless and, for the moment, weakened. Althaia still had not found her way back yet.

Nirza gasped. “Damn, that is one hell of a way to fight.” She swiveled her body around to embrace Caleldir again. “All of that movement… it really made concentration difficult.”

“I do not think I did anything useful,” Caleldir panted.

“Well, the party members that are only here because you are were very useful,” Faraia pointed out with a slight, awkward smile.

“We should rest for a moment then continue,” Abanonda said in a low voice. “Maybe have someone switch with Nirza.”

“Rest would be wonderful,” Selene agreed. Since the fighting concluded, she had returned to her true form and was sitting on the floor looking a bit haggard. There was a reason why she didn’t whip out the form every chance she got; it was physically exhausting. At least it was better now that she had gone up in power, but she still didn’t much feel like walking around for a while.

Hadlyn nodded. “Maybe it will give the Paladin a chance to come back to us. I really hope we don’t have to go looking for her…”

“The paladin should be back soon enough,” Abanonda remarked. “I noted that the portal that golem almost dropped me in was to a holding cell near here, and I really doubt that such a thing can hold Althaia. She has too much power at her disposal.”

“Ah. Good.” Hadlyn glanced between Caleldir, Nirza, and Selene. “As for who should ‘ride’ next, it should probably be Selene until we get to Birchborn’s tower. I will be the least hindered by the connection, after all. Ritualistic coupling was my job, and I’ve had to endure much worse than Caleldir.” The priestess chuckled. “Abyss, it might even help me concentrate more.”

Nirza nodded when Hadlyn made her suggestion. “Technically, we are in Birchborn’s Tower right now, but we have a few floors left. Anyway, Selene next.”

“Sorry about this, Selene,” Caleldir said ruefully.

The mage’s lips twisted in an expression of ambivalence. As much as she loved coupling with Caleldir, she was still not sure how she liked traipsing all over the Monastery like that. It was incredibly undignified. “Fine, fine. You’re right,” Selene agreed reluctantly. With a put-upon sigh, she stood and walked over to Caleldir. Again she made a face when she realized that this also meant sharing space in the most alarmingly intimate manner with Nirza. “This is a really weird plan…” She grumbled before clenching her teeth and performing the switch. istanbul escort Her teeth didn’t unclench until it was just her and Caleldir tangled together, with her facing him (she wasn’t about to try to bend and flex as Nirza had.)

The rest of the party idly watched and rested. They were amused but decided against more teasing for their own various reasons. There was some snickering, however, from Ashyr.

It was then that Althaia strode in. “Fight is over, I see,” she said ruefully. She caught sight of Selene on Caleldir and snickered a bit too. “What a bizarre plan. You know, technically I could probably still fight while riding Caleldir. At some point, I should get a turn.”

“You are a bit on the tall side for that,” Nirza commented. “Ylene would probably do better since she is so tiny. Easier to move around.”

“Let us just move on,” Caleldir said in an annoyed tone.

Despite her reservations, Selene found herself not entirely hating her position tied to Caleldir. He seemed much more annoyed about it than she did, in the end. It was just… comfortable to wrap her legs and arms around him, to share his warmth. And she didn’t have to walk, which was a welcome change after that physical exertion of her golem form. It could have been better; she could have been carried around in a chair by four pretty humanoid specimens. That was incredibly unlikely to happen here.

“Ylene does seem like a more feasible option,” Selene agreed. “She may even be able to do some fighting like that, though of course she wouldn’t be as useful as she would be separate from Caleldir. If necessary, she can be used… er, if that’s not too objectionable, darling.”

The catfolk swallowed, and her grey face darkened. “Um. No that’s fine,” she said in an almost inaudible voice. The way she licked her lips in the next moment, however, suggested that that was more than fine. Everyone had recently gotten to ‘ride’ Caleldir except her (and Althaia) and she was beginning to get rather jealous.

Caleldir watched Ylene’s expression carefully. So, the Catgirl did like the prospect. Yay. He had that to look forward to. He decided to say nothing for the moment, though, merely gripping Selene’s rear a bit and walking on.

“Sorry, Althaia. I think they’re right,” Ashyr said with a crooked smirk. “We’ll have a nice ‘celebration’ afterwards to make it up to you. Good to see you made it back, by the way. The party isn’t the same without you.” The last part was said with a genuine smile and an affectionate (mostly) sisterly caress down her back.

“I look forward to getting my chance after this mission, then,” Althaia said mildly. “I would complain about my being passed over for the Caleldir-containment duty to be unfair, but I suppose that if we separate Faraia from Caleldra, then she never got a turn on Caleldir either. And neither did Dahlia, though she seems to be enjoying this whole thing too much to be pitied.”

“I think that me being around in this situation is an unnecessary distraction,” Caleldir groused. “We are in one of the most dangerous places on the Material Plane and the main topic is who should be having sex with me during fights.”

“Well, to be fair, having sex with you during fights is making this place less dangerous,” Nirza pointed out.

“More enemies incoming,” Faraia said in a slightly resentful tone.

Indeed, as they ascended another floor, they ran right smack into another group of Birchborn’s experiments. This time it seemed to be giant cyborg spiders infused with Elementals.

“Ah, these,” Caleldir noted. “They will change their elemental composition depending on what you attack them with. They are only vulnerable to their opposite element. Physical attacks, unless elementally charged, will be useless. Normal magic along with their same-type element will heal them. Psionic attacks will work as normal. Except for the psionic ones, which function like the magical ones, except psionic.”

“Lovely,” Abanonda said. “Good thing I learned the arts of the Elemental Fist.” With that, she swung into action followed by the rest of the party.

“My specialty is fire, but I can use whatever,” Selene stated with a determined expression. “Everyone should pick a target and stick to that enemy. I don’t want anyone messing up my rotation. Caleldir, try to get sort of in the middle of things so we can both fight,” The mage yelled out as she singled out a target to hurl her spells at. It was the moment of truth, so to speak: could she concentrate enough to cast spells while every moment slid Caleldir’s cock in and out of her?

Caleldir did not have much in the way of spells left at the moment, but he did have magic summoned weapons that he could use to distract enemies. Especially if he used his weapons with telekinesis rather than his hands. Fortunately, he was used to using telekinesis while having sex at this point.

Ashyr stuck near the attached couple to give them extra protection. çapa escort Yin and Yang were well-suited for this sort of thing. Each was the opposite of the other, after all, and they were made to complement each other. Bard had elemental attacks too, but only one could be active at a time. He fought by his mistress, weaving his own claw and bite attacks into her rotation with the coordination only a ranger and her animal companion could achieve.

The Priestess chose to mostly forgo attacking the enemy directly, instead choosing to buff and heal the more effective elementalists in the party.

Ylene was the least useful in the party for this particular battle. She had a lot of physical and poison attacks that she could do on her own and the spells that Selene transferred to her from her own pool. As an experiment, she and Hadlyn attempted to combine their poison and holy ice spells to see if the holy water used in the spell counted as opposite to poison. It sort of worked.

All told, the bizarre elemental spider-things were a headache, but soon disposed of. And the party moved on up. Until they were attacked by more biomech golems, these ones being shape-changers that changed from one animal to the next, with each animal having a different set of powers.

After dealing with three more floors of enemies of similar caliber, much of the party was exhausted. They decided to take a rest in a sitting room full of creepy (but mostly harmless) paintings. “Did your Birchborn woman make all of those?” Althaia asked Caleldir. “They are very inefficient given how much work would have to go into them.”

Caleldir thought for a moment. “Almost certainly. She was always building bizarre, overly complicated creatures in here. Then, suddenly, create something surpassingly efficient and elegant. Then it would be back to the bizarre.”

Abanonda stretched. “So, we are nearing the summit where she will no doubt show up, right? Do we have any strategies to defeat her?”

Caleldir, Nirza, and Faraia shared a look with each other. “I am not sure how to do so, honestly,” Caleldir confessed. “She is devastatingly powerful. Much more so than anything we have faced before – except maybe that flesh-dragon abomination that helped destroy Duskhaven.”

“Well, we do have something that she wants,” Faraia said in a soft voice. “She was always very sweet on her star apprentice. Jokingly but seriously tried to seduce him as far back as I can remember.”

“That is true,” Nirza agreed. “So, uh, seeing some other woman riding his cock into battle might make her mad. Or jealous.”

“We only need to get her stationary long enough to force her mother’s magical seed into her body,” Althaia mused. “We could use Caleldir as bait for that.”

“Yeah. That is a good idea.” Nirza said sarcastically. “What will we do? Attach the seed to his dick so that when she rapes him it goes right into her pussy?”

“Well, that would purify her.” Althaia shrugged.

Ashyr and Dahlia found Althaia’s suggestion to be amusing, as was made clear by their snorting and giggling. Everything seemed to be revolving around Caleldir’s dick. Well. More than usual.

“Except, if there is a not a woman attached to Caleldir the Neverborn can take him,” Nirza added. “Even if that plan was not psychotic.”

“Well…” Faraia said in a low voice. “The Neverborn cannot go near one of the Six Pillars while they are still active. If Birchborn is close to him, the Neverborn cannot take him.”

Caleldir blinked. “Let us call that Plan C,” He interjected. “Plan A being try to feed it to her through trickery or persuasion, and Plan B being to beat her down and force-feed it to her.”

Selene was frowning hard. “If we go along with Althaia’s plan, then it’s very likely that we’ll have to deal with Birchborn being a regular sexual partner of Caleldir. I know how it is with you old Deusterrans.” She folded her arms beneath her breasts in a stubborn expression. She couldn’t help glancing over to Faiara, who she had a feeling was going to be sticking around Caleldir for a very long time after this. “There’s more than I would like hanging around him already. We have to do it another way. I vote just talking her down, catching her interest with something a bit less interesting. It must be possible.” Her voice dropped to a grumble. “Not that I have much of a say here.”

“Yes, technically I am the highest-ranking person here. Though Ashyr could also argue the case that she is in charge here. As can Althaia,” Hadlyn observed. “As for my opinion on the matter of restraining Birchborn, I would rather not fight her. Both the talking and the sexual option are preferable.”

Ashyr sighed and grinned. “Feeling jealous, Selene?” she asked with a teasing nudge. “But, since both you and Caleldir don’t seem to like ‘Plan C,’ My vote is for Plan A: Trickery or Persuasion. If that doesn’t work, then we’ll fight.”

Althaia shrugged. “I still think that getting Caleldir to have sex with Birchborn will be the best way to resolve this. I do not know how persuasive we can be talking to Birchborn when we have someone she wanted for herself running around with another woman on his cock. I mean, with her fae-blood she is unlikely to be completely possessive, but if she really wanted him…”

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Doomed

This is a smut series inspired heavily by DooM, however, it is not strictly a parody thereof; it shares ‘pornified’ takes on many of the demons as well as similar environments. However, it takes few story elements and the Slayer will not appear. This is simply a ‘for fun’ smut involving sexy versions of the DooM demons.

—

Erik didn’t remember ‘before’. He didn’t remember much beyond his own name and some vagaries about a life he must have had before he woke up… here.

Wherever ‘here’ was; a bleak, desolate land of tan and brown rock, barren plateaus and steppes between jagged stone crags. He was on a bluff overlooking a vast, endless plain of dust and rock, split by meandering rivers of grey and brown water… or in the distance, the molten glow of lava, issuing from fissures.

Far overhead the dull-orange clouds wheeled and churned in endless maelstrom, but so distant that it all seemed slow and placid, and the world below was not scoured by the sky’s violence, an amber light still somehow pervading the world and lighting it up like the beginnings of dusk. But the stormy skies added to that with their own red lightning as it crackled through the roiling fumes that passed for clouds, illuminating the formations from within and without and giving it the sense of a great conflagration, whilst the ragged shards of lightning crackled around the billowing surfaces of the clouds, their low rumbling audible consistently.

Here and there, back down on the ground, he spied the trunks of dead trees, a scant few possessing anything reminiscent of leaves, the wood a faded brown or grey, or blackened from char where fires once burned.

Here and there were clumps of grey or yellowed grass, dried and brittle yet still barely swaying in the lukewarm breeze that swept across the rocky bluff, some of the blades bent harshly from where it had broken them, but still many stood, as if condemned to some sort of undeath, never to simply waste away, remaining until laid low by the incessant wind.

Was that his fate? Was he cursed to whither endlessly in this hellish land?

He looked down at himself; he was naked, not even a cloth to conceal his groin, not that he saw anything living in this forsaken place that would even take offence.

If his fate was to be such, he had plenty of wasting to look forward to; though he did not have the physique of a great warrior, his slightly grimy body had decent muscular tone, perhaps the result of labour from his time… before.

He vaguely recalled working away beneath a harsh sun, and soil beneath him. Maybe a farmer, and one that ate reasonably well, Erik not recalling much in the way of great hunger.

Still, he was slim of frame, and still a youth compared to some, some two dozen years behind him before… whatever happened.

Had he died? Had he been cursed?

That he couldn’t remember at all.

It was scary to him, wondering what he could’ve done to deserve damnation in such a place. He wouldn’t last long in his skin alone, with nothing he could see to eat or drink, the river he saw far off wending through the plains below too distant for him to reach… and perhaps unfit for consumption even if he could.

He carefully crept up to the edge of the bluff, looking down a sheer cliff to the ground below, and saw no means to descend, least of all in the nude.

He felt a gust of wind ruffle his short hair, and he felt a surge of heat come with it. It wasn’t intolerable, but it wasn’t comfortable either, though the ambient temperature was, despite the hellish desert that spanned before him, lukewarm, neither hot nor cold, yet still uncomfortable without any clothes.

He turned away from the bluff and looked the other way, seeing how the rock slowly descended in steps to a plateau that backed up to distant mountains, where the stormy clouds spiralled the dark peaks, the mountains black with shadow and the land before them similarly darkened by clouds that hung closer, the amber light that pervaded the world weaker here. The rising mounts were foreboding to Erik, and he did not wish to go that way. He hoped that he could find a way down to the plains below, maybe make it to the river. Maybe he would expire trying, and be free of this curse.

Why he didn’t think to throw himself onto the ground below the bluff, he didn’t know. It would be an easy, quick end before his suffering began, but something within him wouldn’t let him take his own life.

So onward he went, carefully navigating the rocky terrain around him, a mixture of coarse rock and smooth, cracked plates of wind-blasted stone he took care not to slip on.

It almost seemed like there was a path, the ridge of the bluff rising above to his left and the stepped slopes that led down towards the shadowed plain beneath the glower of the dark mountains to his right, with a wending route nestled between. He followed that as it slowly meandered downwards, the plain to his right gradually dropping downwards, nişantaşı bayan escort perhaps at some point joining the expanse he laid eyes on prior.

It was darker now, as his path took him into a cleft between the ridge above and a winding but shallow outcropping to his right that separated his route from the sinister plains before the mountains, like a wall, though it did not shelter the apparent path too much.

As he crept along, carefully dropping down small drops between terraced rock formations, he pondered if this place was indeed Hell, but the name seemed so vague to him. That it was something he feared ‘before’, but he didn’t know for what reason now. It was a descriptor, ‘hellish’, and he saw this place as such. But he could no longer recall what Hell was, exactly. If he even truly believed in it ‘before’.

The gaps in his memory and knowledge seemed so strange and arbitrary, but he couldn’t really work out why. He knew who he was, in a way, but that was a feeling. Most of what he recalled were feelings mixed with small, specific details that lacked the context to fully understand them.

He tried to think harder, delve deeper into his mind, but he continued to draw up blanks amid fuzzy ideas and concepts that only hinted at life ‘before’, yet other knowledge that was more abstract, like his grasp of language, he seemed to recall perfectly.

He frowned, feeling lost and alone without even concrete memories to explain things to him.

Then he heard a sound, small stones tumbling down dusty rock, along with a quick, harsh scraping.

He whipped around in time to see a small stone bounce to a standstill onto a smooth plate of rock behind him.

There had been no gust of wind, and where he was, the constant breeze barely reached.

Erik no longer felt so alone, but that brought him no end of discomfort. In the nude, he felt extra vulnerable, the idea that perhaps he wasn’t the only living thing in this land terrifying him.

He moved faster, his breathing quickened and his heart racing, but he couldn’t move too fast, lest he slipped on the dusty surface of the smooth stone slabs that layered the path on its downwards trend.

He’d rather walk on the rougher stone if he could, his calloused feet at least somewhat tolerant of the coarse surface, but it didn’t provide him enough grip on the dusty plates.

He continued forward, the path getting less terraced and more sloped, getting just that bit steeper before cutting into a narrow pass through the plateau, a space on the left halfway down before the route entered the gap.

But as he took one more step, he looked to his right when he caught a flash of movement creeping over the edge of a boulder set next to the path.

He was slowly overcome with terror as he laid eyes on the visage of some… thing clinging to the top of the big rock, great golden eyes cutting through the gloom of the natural pass, a crack of red lightning overhead briefly illuminating more, letting Erik see the orange-brown ‘carapace’ that it seemed to have along its shoulders and the top of its head, its face purple in colour, two thin nostrils on a shallow bump serving as its nose, with lips pulling back as he watched it into a toothy snarl… or was it a smile?

He couldn’t quite tell, but he could see the sharp teeth it possessed, seemingly glinting in the light. Its chitinous arms clung to the rock, spindly fingers ending in sharp claws instead of nails.

A low hissing sound left it, and it sounded oddly pleased… like it had found prey.

Erik snapped himself out of his petrified fixation, and turned back down the path to flee.

He heard it scrambling off the rock, then nothing, and then the sound of it landing on the stone wall opposite, the scraping of its claws as it gave chase far too loud in his ears for his taste.

He kept running, making for the gap between cliff and plain, until the creature crossed his view in a bestial leap despite its slender, humanoid frame, landing on a rock face just ahead of him, the thing whipping around with a hiss, heading him off.

He stumbled, and then found himself staggering into the flat space next to the path, surrounded by a crescent bend of rock forming a wall.

He lost his balance, and to save himself cracking his head on the hard ground, he twisted and fell on his ass instead, quickly scrambling backwards, but he knew it was over now, the creature had him dead to rights.

He only hoped it would make his death quick.

It approached on all fours, moving with an animalistic grace. He could see a pronounced ridged spine on its back, purple skin covering it and visible between a divided carapace, sectioned such that its movement was not hindered.

He spied this purple skin elsewhere on its ‘inner’ surfaces… and that terrified examination was what led him to lay eyes on the set of breasts hanging from its chest.

They weren’t large by any margin, but their purple skin seemed smooth, bayan escort and the flesh jiggled just slightly with the creature’s movements, which now seemed to have a strangely… feminine quality to them. They were still nice handfuls, but Erik had a hard time admiring its qualities when it was advancing towards him slowly, like a predator ready to make the killing strike.

Yet, when he again examined its face, he realised that, for its inhuman features, it was also quite feminine in a bizarre, monstrous way. Those bright, golden eyes were fixated on him, almost solid in colour, yet he thought he could just make out some details, like a slit pupil of a slightly darker shade in each orb.

It lacked hair, but the chitinous plates across its scalp were rough and slightly jagged, so it didn’t look bald to him.

Its smile was broad and toothy, its teeth sharp and bright. Then it licked its lips, which seemed soft and plush, but it could pull them back further than any human, for a much toothier smirk, and a wide, unsettling and predatory smile.

His chest was heaving now as it closed the gap, Erik terrified and confused.

He looked down to his ankle when it grasped it, spindly, clawed digits delicately wrapping around the joint as it crawled closer.

He pressed himself into the rock beneath him, though he kept watching it, on the verge of hyperventilation as this monstrous female demon bore down on him.

It paused, head hovering over his crotch as it looked into his eyes. There was an expression on their face… glee, perhaps? Twisted by predatory hunger.

Then it looked down, focusing on his flaccid penis.

Before he could even think on this, he clamped his eyes shut when she suddenly lunged down, for a split second believing it was going to turn him into a eunuch in the most brutal way possible, devouring him dick first.

The moment seemed to draw on too long, Erik wondering if perhaps it had taken it so fast he didn’t register the pain.

Then he felt a wet something press against his member, which sent a strange, almost electric sensation up his spine from the unexpected contact.

He cracked open his eyes, and saw this creature with their face less than an inch from his shaft. It was smirking. And then it licked his cock again, longer this time, applying a bit more pressure.

Involuntarily, it stirred, and his manhood slowly began to erect, and as it did, the demon licked repeatedly, its long, purple tongue able to drape up his shaft from root to tip once he was at full mast, soft sighs leaving Erik’s mouth as he watched and felt this display.

It pressed its face against his member; they were very warm, and the purple skin proved surprisingly supple. Not quite like human skin. Leathery, perhaps? But it felt so smooth, so nice. He couldn’t quite describe it, only that its nuzzling of his cock was hardly unpleasant.

But it wasn’t simple affection. There was some jerkiness to its movements, some manic edge, an underlying desire twisted by hunger… or perhaps the reverse?

It kissed him, repeatedly, soft, wet but hungry pecks against his manhood and to his half-covered helm, his foreskin yet fully peeled back. That was addressed quickly enough when the creature reached out to grasp his cock, giving it a few pumps; their palm was soft but their hand overall was quite bony, so it did not seem as comfortable as their face.

It peeled back his foreskin, and with his glans exposed, it lunged a second time, making Erik wince. But this time, he saw what it did, the attempted chomp merely a feint, stopping itself a hairsbreadth from his tip, all so it could give his glans a sloppy kiss, its lips proving to have quite the range of motion.

“D-Damn…” he murmured, realising that had been the first word he’d said out loud since he woke up in this land.

The demon kept attending to his cock, either kissing or licking, its motions tantalising but manic as if it was holding itself back from a frenzy. Yet it knew what it was doing, curling its long, purple tongue around the sides of his member, turning its head so it could slot his cock between its lips to give him a luxurious rubbing, sliding up and down his shaft and pressing their tongue to his length between their lips.

Then it pushed through his pubic hair to his balls, and promptly snared them with its flexible tongue and drew them into its mouth.

Erik let out a surprised, stimulated gasp, hardly expecting this. He could recall only vague memories, of having been with a woman long ago… and nothing suggested anything as salacious as this occurred between them.

This demon, however, seemed to have no shame, and revelled in its hunger for his manhood, arching its body such that its rump was raised towards the roiling sky, slowly swaying in a hypnotic manner; Erik could see where the various plates and rougher hide gave way to the same smooth skin of its face and breasts, forming a shapely rump that only enhanced its femininity.

It maslak escort – she – was not interested in killing him yet. He felt a bony hand grasp his length and pump slowly, peeling his foreskin over his glans repeatedly, a slight twist to its handwork making it more stimulating.

He could hear her salacious suckling of his balls, the audible gulping proving more than erotic to his ears, and the suction imparted on his jewels and the feel of her lips tugging on his sack made him flinch and twitch.

Precum began to bead from his tip, tingling sensations running up his spine as this lusty she-demon continued her debauched work.

All the while, she watched him from around his member, eyes only slightly narrowed and fixed on his, growling murmurs thrumming around his orbs as she pumped his cock.

By now, Erik’s chest was no longer heaving, though it still rose and fell quite far thanks to his repeated deep breaths of stimulation. He hadn’t exactly calmed, but her oral attention had relaxed his body just a little. He wasn’t sure what to make of her, why she’d want to do this to him.

But she was doing it all the same, and she wasn’t content with just sucking on his balls like they were tasty treats, popping off his orbs and sliding her lips and an unfurled tongue all the way up to his glans, and promptly sealed her lips around his helm.

Erik couldn’t help the soft moan that left him. As assertive and energetic as her efforts were, they weren’t crude either, lips sealing closely and tightly, tongue swirling relentlessly wherever it could touch, and her teeth kept safely away from anything sensitive… save for the moments she ever so gently scraped her sharp ivories across the slope of his glans, applying the slightest of pressure so he only felt an acute, tingling touch rather than any painful pinching or digging.

She still had one hand wrapped around his length, and it kept pumping, kept stroking the lower half of his penis. A pressure was building in his loins, but the demon seemingly knew not to go too fast, not wanting to push him over the edge before she’d had her fun.

Her suckling on his tip was borderline though, threatening to keep him inching towards climax. She slurped, tugged, and wrapped that dexterous tongue around his helm, before her own patience seemed to wear thin, and she dropped down upon his length, each bob and twist of her head taking an inch more until she had to pull the stroking hand away from his length so she could swallow him to the hilt, tip sliding into her throat like she didn’t even notice.

It made him moan and rock his head back. His legs tried to close together out of reflex, but with both hands she kept them parted, and kept Erik pinned.

Her mouth was so incredibly hot. Not unpleasantly so, but it was like a fire burned within her, warming her saliva and flesh in a way that added to the pleasure.

The slick sounds emanating from his crotch only added to the debauchery, Erik simply taking things as they came, believing that any attempt to flee or take control would not work out; she was fast, and he could tell she was strong.

She gurgled and gulped inhumanly around his mast, and the walls of her tight gullet flexed directly against his dick in response, a bizarre, thrumming massage, just another layer of her energetic fellatio.

She bobbed from root to tip, twisting her head rapidly… and then, on one upwards stroke, her lips pulled away… but her tongue did not, coiling around his girth like a serpent, the tip of the purple muscle delving through his bush to lap at his balls.

It was a shocking sight, Erik widening his eyes in the brief moment he saw her tongue wrapped around his penis, before she slipped her lips back down, the oral folds undulating as they slid over her own tongue, which squeezed tightly and twisted and flexed slightly around his manhood.

At least until she popped off his tip, her lips hovering a hairsbreadth away from his glans, hot breath washing over his helm. That, she seemingly did, so she could begin stroking his cock up and down with her coiled tongue, bunching the lengths of muscle together or spreading them apart, a spiralling tunnel of slick flesh that compressed or stretched out, or swirled around in a twisting manner. She drooled from her open mouth, channelled along her tongue and smeared into the skin of his dick with sloppy disregard for decorum.

Yet, he could smell her breath, and it was no rancid stench, but a subtle perfume. Hot, not something he could call sweet… but enticing, alluring. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but it was pleasing to his nose.

He was also drawing closer to a climax, this bizarre act with a tongue well beyond the length and flexibility of any human’s providing something he knew he’d never experienced before, and thus he was proving weak to it.

He panted softly, watching as this demon stroked him closer to release with her tongue, Erik having nothing else he could do.

Then she swallowed his cock to the hilt again, slurping and tugging with its tongue and applying a wet, sloppy suction as it gulped around his manhood, especially whenever she delved into his crotch and his penis was trapped in her throat, her growls and other guttural sounds of pleasure vibrating right into his sensitive shaft.

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You are the one who can make us all laugh

But doing that you break out in tears

Please don’t be sad if it was a straight mind you had

We wouldn’t have known you all these years

Dear Mr. Fantasy, Traffic

——————-

The young boy was enthralled. He stared and smiled at the shadowy figure. All Rhett could see was the creature’s eyes. They were a deep blue. Like the ocean on a bright, sunny day.

The creature saw him. The railing collapsed away from his hand and then the stairway away from his feet. He leapt and landed safely, but felt his left leg snap. The pain was instant and begged for his attention, but he didn’t let go of the boy. He didn’t leap for his own safety. Somehow he managed to hurl himself forward and snatched the child from what he was sure would be a terrible fate. He covered the child completely, not allowing the creature his prize. A vicious slash of the creature’s claws across his back indicated the rage he was about to face.

But the next attack was thwarted. The creature gave a terrifying roar and then disappeared. One of its arms looked like it had been hit by a bright bolt of energy. Lightning? No. It was too wide and organized. Almost like a…

He felt a soothing touch on his back. A wisp of sandy blond hair came into view. The soothing sensation spread across his back. He would have relaxed, but his leg was in agony. She briefly appeared. A beautiful woman with dark eyes. She looked like Brie Larson. She smiled. “Your humans can fix the leg.”

———–

“She really said humans?” Inspector Kaprik handed him his cup from the coffee vendor. He had started to be able to walk with crutches, and was discharged from Mercy Hospital. He was going to miss Christine.

“Yes. But she looked completely human herself.”

“Looked like Brie Larson. Yes you told me. You have a thing for Brie Larson?”

“Oh stop. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Because your nurse looked like Brie Larson, except for her eye color. Maybe you were in a delirious state and remembered her?”

“I know it sounds crazy,” he said, “but what am I supposed to do? We saved the boy and almost immediately another one disappeared. Then I have a vision of her again and she gives me a name, Miri.”

“Which doesn’t show up in any database. No one has been identified taksim escort with that name in the area for three centuries.”

“Did you request the portrait?” he asked.

“No and I’m not about to. Do you think a 300 year old painting is going to help us find this boy?”

“Poppy, please. Something is not right here. Not only did she visit me, I think the creature possessed Christine.”

“What has happened to you? You sound completely mad!”

“She spent the entire evening calling me Mr. Tepper.”

“I’ve never heard her call you that. It has always been Detective Tepper.”

“Exactly.”

He finally had her attention. “What was she doing when she kept calling you this?”

“Seducing me. Late at night. She claimed she wanted me to take her virginity.”

“Of course you obliged.”

“Poppy, you know I’ve been saving it for you.”

“You don’t know the legend, do you?”

He looked at her, taking a sip of the coffee. Was she serious? She went from skeptic to urban legend expert awful quick. She lowered her voice. “The creatures are called Succubae. Yes, just like the mythology. I’ve never heard of Succubus possessing someone. It may not have been Christine at all. Maybe the Succubus just fooled you into thinking it was her.”

“But why seduce me?”

“That’s what they do. Please don’t tell me you gave in to her. There is a particularly nasty kind of Succubus that can use your seed to cause agonizing decay and erosion of your genitals over a period of months.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. The worst of them can make it fall completely off. They say the only way to know for sure is if the creature…

looks like Brie Larson.”

She smacked the table and roared with laughter. The other customers saw him turn beet red.

“You are a complete ass.”

————-

The child was shivering in the cold, damp hole in the ground. A winged demon stood over the opening. Miri had no fear of the demon. It was what the demon might alert if she wasn’t careful. A dark force was near. She could feel its presence. She had only felt such a presence once before. She shuddered to think of it. The boy was safe for now. She needed to return to the human detectives. The male had impressed her. Not only did he survive the creature, he had seen it possess one of the nurses escort bayan but was not afraid. To make love to the possessed woman took courage. And probably saved her life.

Miri had lived in this valley for centuries. She enjoyed the humans. They could see her if she allowed it, and she often mingled among them. She hadn’t for some time, however. When the last boy disappeared ten years ago, the humans started going crazy. They burned farms and fields in an attempt to rid the area of “bad spirits”. All that managed to do was draw more in.

Something was happening that was beyond her knowledge and expertise. That was saying something. She had practiced magic and lived among mythological creatures her whole life. She had seen the creature that tried to take the first child, but it was just a minion. Something far more sinister was in control of it. She had also seen Rhett survive the damage from the creature’s claws. It would have killed a human in seconds. He was not human. How could he not know?

A man walked up to the demon and uttered the chant to dismiss him. It simply disappeared. A dark and terrifying feeling came over Miri.

It couldn’t be. Not here. It was just a myth!

The boy stopped shuddering and was pulled out of the hole. The man looked down at him. “Sit.” The man sat across from him. “Would you like food?” he asked.

The boy was no longer afraid. “Yes.”

“Then make food. You can do it. There you go.” A large slice of cheese and some bread appeared before the boy. He ate it quickly.

Miri closed her eyes. She had been a fool.

“She will escape.”

“No, she thinks she will. That is what you have picked up on. But she has fallen into the trap. She is already in the hole.”

The boy peered over the edge. Miri was there. Her eyes darted around in fear. That was all she could move as the spell spread over body.

She couldn’t believe what was happening. They were the offspring of Lilith, the Upyr. Lilith was the ancient blood drinking demon from Hebrew legend around biblical times. She was helpless against this magic. Her only hope was if Rhett was who she thought he was.

————-

“Rhett these are claw marks.”

“I know Poppy, I didn’t know you hadn’t seen them.”

They were in a Turkish bath. Years of working together had made them comfortable topkapı escort with each other. As she lightly traced over them, Rhett started becoming aroused. They had never had sex before. What was getting him interested now?

“I think this place is safe. Will you talk to me now?” She moved behind him and straddled his back. Her face was quite manly, but she had an athletic body with full breasts. They were pressing into his back. Her nipples were going back and forth over the scar of the claw mark.

“Poppy, it nearly cost me my mind the last time. I can’t go there again, but I have to. I know. Please kill me afterwards. I can’t live like that again.”

She lightly rubbed his shoulders and worked her way down his chest. His rock hard cock popped free of his towel and begged for attention. “I left you then. I wasn’t ready for it all. I ran. I know it hurt you. I won’t do that again. I am here. With you. I won’t leave you. I promise.” She worked her way down to his abdomen. Each rub and touch bumped the head of his cock. Her breasts rubbed deep into his scars. He could feel her breath on his neck.

“Why now?” he asked, staring at his cock.

She started rubbing both hands around the base of his cock. Her breasts seemed to be healing his scar. He could smell her hair. She was so close. She began to lick his neck.

“We’ve never done this. I don’t understand.” He sounded confused.

His surroundings started to become jumbled. The walls looked like they were laughing. He couldn’t go there again. No! He had to. He had to press on.

He was in a hole. Fever wracked his body. And hunger. A hunger so deep he could feel nothing else. Food was near. He could smell it. He could sense her fear, but he couldn’t see her. His eyes were still sealed shut.

“He’s behind the old Gurtag Farm. Four clicks south of where she killed the succubus.” He returned to his reality.

Poppy had progressed to working her magic on his cock, stroking it harder and harder. He was going to cum. He felt a huge relief and then a wave of pleasure as he shot a huge blast of cum in the air. She continued to work her hands up and down his cock. “You did it, Rhett. You are amazing.”

He didn’t feel amazing. His orgasm was ending but he kept going higher and higher. His tongue started darting out into the air.

“That’s it Rhett. Keep going. You are almost there.”

He began to cry. He begged, “NO! Please God. NO!” His face began to twitch wildly.

She sank her fangs into his neck. His life force poured into her as she drank greedily.

“Welcome back, Rhett. Did you miss the madness?”

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#######Author’s Note#######

After reconciling some of the pressing concerns Ketna had over her brush with death, she has decided to permit Xerxes back into her sexual aspect of her life once more, but on her own terms. She has a lot of new ground rules to establish, and things take an unintended emotional turn. A little femdom, a little emotional distress, a little vulnerability, a lot of sex.

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After all the pain and anger that had built up over her recovery from the trap she escaped, it was strange to return to the more favorable category of thoughts regarding Xerxes as she had, before. As favorable as they could be for someone like him. The time it took to fully heal from her throat injury was plenty of time to determine if she was comfortable with Xerxes handling her, again. Her conclusion was that she was amicable, but only if she could establish it under the right conditions.

To go back as though nothing happened would give the impression she was easily won. But she also didn’t want to ‘reward’ him for the bare minimum. It was a matter of walking the line between getting what she wanted while also keeping it clear he needed to work to keep her interest. Taking her time to compose her thoughts, and how to phrase her requirements for re-initiating contact, Ketna sent the time and date that they would ‘reconnect’.

–

Back on his balcony again, a place that months ago Ketna never considered returning to with this specific intent. It was as though nothing had changed, save for one small detail- the cat that now occupied a little bed on a vantage point next to the sliding doors of the balcony. He didn’t move from his spot but his posture changed, now alerted to her presence on the balcony, tail flicking in idle curiosity. Now no longer carrying an undercurrent of disdain, she could regard the changes Xerxes had made to the living room to accommodate the new roommate with favorable amusement.

Xerxes’s large frame announced his presence by obstructing the light before she caught sight of him. He slid open the glass door.

“Y’coming in or what?”

Ketna had no words to describe this ‘reunion’ but it was oddly anticlimactic after everything that transpired between them. Possibly the most off-putting thing about it was that nothing told her she shouldn’t be there. She took hold of the edges of her jacket, tugging at them to shrug off the fallen snow that had accumulated on the back and shoulders, nodding briefly before walking to the open door.

“Got your voice back?” Xerxes watched Ketna intently as she strode the threshold of the balcony.

Ketna didn’t pay him much attention while she shook the snow off her boots and slipped them off. “Wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t.” She answered casually, only glancing up at him when she was done. She couldn’t be certain, but there seemed to be the briefest notion of relief in Xerxes’ posture, the more she spoke.

“Good, fuckin’ ya without hearin’ ya scream just ain’t the same.”

In the middle of stripping off her pack and jacket, it was easy to catch the drop in Ketna’s shoulders at the response she should have expected, though the mask obscured the rolling of her eyes. It wasn’t the type of relief she had hoped for.

After resting the jacket near the shoes she had left, Ketna thumbed over to the cat, changing the subject. “You named him Capone?”

“Yeah,” Xerxes slid the balcony door shut. “Shithead’s made himself real comfortable here, real fast.”

Ketna smirked behind her mask but made no sound of laughter. Removing her gloves, she presented bare fingers for the curious tabby to sniff. It only took a couple huffs for him to shove his head against her hand, which Ketna responded by scratching him wherever he leaned his head into.

“Didn’t get to introduce myself properly, last time.” Ketna spoke idly while providing the attention Capone wanted, using her free hand to slide the scarf off her neck.

“Y’here for me or the cat?” Xerxes sounded vaguely impatient, possibly even the slightest bit jealous at the attention Capone was receiving, but Ketna couldn’t be certain.

“I don’t know,” Ketna’s tone was mockingly wistful. “It’s a tough call, you’ve got some strong competition.” Capone leaned the full weight of his top half into Ketna’s hands, purring loudly at the scratching against his cheek.

“Competition? Tch’,” Xerxes loomed his frame over her, sliding his head beside Ketna’s before he continued. “How’s about I pet your pussy and make you purr.”

Ketna was not prepared for how quickly she dropped at that single suggestion by Xerxes, especially at something so incredibly stupid. She was grateful for the mask that obscured her likely reddening face. But little good that did her when her momentary freeze would have been something he could easily pick up on. Or he would have, had his attention not been drawn by something else.

“Ain’t a mark there…” Xerxes commented curiously, looking at the space on her exposed neck where she had been shot straight through.

Xerxes’ hand reached out, merter escort seeking to confirm what he saw, but Ketna caught his fingers in her grasp the moment they moved toward her. Capone gave a soft protest at the loss of the hand that had been attending to him.

“I haven’t given you permission to touch me.” She announced just as quickly.

Xerxes huffed, almost sneering, at the denial of his advance but did nothing to contest it. When he pulled his hand back, Ketna released it without another word.

“So y’just heal like that?” His hand gestured at her without advancing.

“I’m not magic, I need surgery just like anyone else.” Ketna blew off the question, retrieving her pack and making her way to the hall in an attempt to avoid the line of questioning.

Xerxes was fast on her heels, and not about to let it go right then. “Anyone else still gets scars, ‘less they’re synthetic.”

Ketna paused in her response, mulling on how much to provide that would get him to let go of the subject.

“I have access to medical means most don’t.” She answered cautiously.

“Figured that much, but there’s more to that, isn’t there.”

Again there was a marked silence as Ketna considered her words carefully. She didn’t have to answer him, but knowing how he was, he was going to needle her again at some other point until he got an answer he was satisfied with. Entering the threshold of the bedroom, she attempted to bring the subject to a close as quickly as possible.

“I heal a bit more- completely than typical. As long as the pieces are close enough and aligned correctly, my body can fill in the blanks without too much issue.” It was more information than she would have liked to provide, but it was likely something he would pick up on soon enough, especially if they were going to continue being ‘intimately’ involved.

“There a limit to that?”

“None you need to know.” Ketna answered sharply.

“So that’s a yes.”

Ketna huffed but didn’t answer the question, setting the bag on the nearest surface to sort through it.

“S’Like, if y’get an arm sliced off y’can just put it back on like nothing happened?” Xerxes gestured to his own arm when speaking, mimicking a slicing motion toward it to illustrate his question.

Ketna paused in her preparations and sighed heavily. “Yes.” She answered darkly, suspecting it’d be something he’d find out eventually.

“So h-“

“Do you want me to fuck you or not?” She interrupted the next line of questioning before it got on any further.

“Shoulda just said that from the beginning.”

Ketna sighed but was glad to have the conversation move beyond the discussion of her physical limits and what could kill her. She had sorted what she needed in her bag, but kept the contents hidden inside for now, the more important gear she needed to start was not in her possession. Glancing around the room, she found the harness resting outside the hardware cabinet. After slipping one item from her bag into a pocket, she sat the bag next to the cabinet, exchanging it for the harness that hung there. But that wasn’t the only thing she needed.

Opening the cabinet she found it much less of a mess than before. It wasn’t neatly organized but it had been very obviously sorted through. What remained appeared to only be the things that fit Xerxes and what he, hopefully, was interested in. The lack of collars in the cabinet was a good indication of that. She hoisted the additional straps she intended to use over her shoulder, and closed the cabinet back up.

“Get over here so I can strap you in.” Ketna held up the harness to make her intent clear.

Xerxes was quietly compliant as Ketna slipped the harness over each arm, holding each one out as needed. She slipped it over around his front, circling around to his back to fasten it.

“Let me make this absolutely clear.” Ketna marked the statement with the final tug of the buckle. “Things are not ‘back to normal’ between us. My being here is not proof of absolvement, this is your trial. The verdict depends entirely on how well you listen.” She walked back around to Xerxes’ front in time for him to address her.

“Trial huh? Should I call ya ‘your honor’?”

“Heh, cute, but no.” She tugged at the harness. “Now, kneel.” She ordered.

Xerxes gave a nonchalant shrug but did as he was instructed, kneeling as he did the last time. As he complied, Ketna continued.

“Face forward, hands on your thighs, remain still until I instruct you otherwise.” As she spoke, Ketna made slow strides circling around Xerxes, while resting a hand to linger on his shoulders, tracing across him with her steps.

“I’m not letting you at me all at once.” As Ketna explained, she withdrew the object she had snuck into her pocket and unfurled it. “You will be restricted in what you can do,” she slipped it around Xerxes’ head, making it obvious it was a blindfold. “And what you can see.” She emphasized as she secured it, when doing so, she caught the corners of his mouth tugging into a grimace. “The escort istanbul better you listen, the more freedom I’ll permit you. Hands behind your back.”

Xerxes gave a small laugh but did as he was told. One by one she strapped his arms to his harness. When finished she continued to pace around him once more, leaving a hand against his neck to ensure she never lost contact with him. Circling around to his front, the hand on him trailed up his neck, gliding under his jaw to firmly hold him by the chin, tilting his head upward.

“Is that clear?”

“Heh, crystal.”

“Good. Now, wait here, don’t move until I tell you.”

Finally releasing him from her touch, she left Xerxes kneeling there on the floor.

She had intended to change earlier but between the cat and distracting conversation about her healing she never got around to it. All for the better in the end, making him wait patiently was something he could learn from.

She had no intention of dressing up for him, but she did want something easier to work with this specific kind of activity. A dress was more convenient than a pants and top set, and a full mask swapped with a half mask to keep her voice clear and instructions easy to hear. All the while, apart from some subtle muttering and shifting, Xerxes had remained in place and largely quiet.

Returning to Xerxes’ placement on the floor, Ketna placed a hand on his shoulder as soon as she was in reach before she spoke.

“Off to a good start, but I’ll see how well you keep this up.”

With hand on his shoulder Ketna placed pressure in the direction she wanted to guide him to, turning him to face the edge of the bed. Xerxes now positioned as she wanted, she sat herself at the edge of the bed, hand drifting from shoulder to his chin as she moved and sat in place.

“You have a lot to answer for, I expect you to make it up to me.” Ketna’s hand pulled away from Xerxes, joined to rest in her lap with the other. “Which is why, before we go any further, you’re going to apologize to me.”

Xerxes’ smirk dropped into a frown. “What?”

“You heard me. If you want anything between us to move forward, I expect you to apologize to me.”

“That a metaphor, cus if you want me t-“

“I’m serious, a real apology.” Ketna cut him off before he could steer the conversation in another direction.

“I apologized to you for actions I took that crossed the line, now you need to do the same. You want us to be square, this is how you do it.”

“Th’fuck am I even apologizin’ for. You admitted that was your fuckup. And I already told you I didn’t claw you on purpose. What- am I supposed t’apologize for something that wasn’t even my fault just cus you got hurt?”

Ketna sighed in exasperation, she wasn’t surprised but now she was second guessing if this was more trouble than it was worth.

“Yes, I admitted where I fucked up, and I know I caused that outcome. But things wouldn’t have escalated to that point in the first place had you just admitted not wanting the collar. And deflecting that discomfort with what I can only describe as insecure machismo, didn’t help, either.”

Xerxes sneered, straining on his binds. “We actually fucking or was this all so that you could fuckin’ lecture me?”

“Yes, we’re going to fuck,” Ketna sighed, but was unsurprised at where he put his priorities. “All you have to do is apologize and we can continue.”

Xerxes shifted again, on the cusp of another complaint but Ketna spoke before he could voice it.

“Since I’m certain you’ve hardly had any practice in this field, here’s how an apology works. First, you identify where you did wrong. Second, you state your remorse for that wrongdoing, sincerely. Third, you endeavor to not repeat it and say as much. It is also helpful to apologize for things that weren’t intentional, not because of culpability, but out of sympathy or remorse that it happened.”

Xerxes groaned audibly, fidgeting in place, but finally settled.

“Yeah alright, fine.” He took a breath before he spoke again. “I’m Sorry- I lied- about the collar.” Xerxes spoke with great strain and theatrical inflection, emphasizing and exaggerating words as he spoke.

“And?”

“And?? What ‘and’? You already know about the collar we covered that. What the fuck am I not supposed to repeat?” His voice raised, his flexing in agitation causing audible strain to the binds.

“Any other situation where you’re not comfortable with something, you tell me. You don’t deflect it or make a joke about it, you just say you don’t want it.”

“Yeah yeah fine okay, I’ll tell you I don’t want somethin’ or ‘deflect’ or whateverthefuckitis.” Xerxes huffed but the tension against his bonds seemed to wane.

Concerned about the potential spot of vulnerability Xerxes may be in, in all this, Ketna felt impulsed to make a pact she hadn’t intended to when she started. She reached out, gently placing her fingers against the sides of his neck. Xerxes flinched at the touch, either because he wasn’t expecting it or was tense etiler escort from the course of conversation, or both, Ketna wasn’t sure. But he didn’t respond adversely beyond that. She traced her hands up his neck and began to speak when she felt some of the tension leave.

“I don’t violate intimacy, Xerxes.” Both of Ketna’s hands rested against his jaw, cupping it from underneath, her voice weighted with earnest sincerity. “I don’t use it as a tool or a lure. Whatever vulnerability I discover between us remains that way. If there is a boundary, I won’t cross it, but in order to do that I need to know where it is.”

“Y-yeah-” He shrugged, attempting to shake off whatever disorientation he was experiencing. “sure, whatever.”

“Good. Now then-” One of Ketna’s hands left Xerxes’ jaw, leaving just one to tilt it up. “you mentioned a metaphorical apology. I think I like the sound of that.”

Her last hand withdrew from his chin as she leaned herself back. With the appropriate leverage, she raised a leg over Xerxes’ shoulder, pulling him into a leaning position toward the foot of the bed.

“I hope I don’t need to explain what I expect of you n-ext-!?”

Ketna had hardly finished her sentence when Xerxes shoved his face hungrily between her legs, teeth and tongue no strangers to navigating the delicate flesh, despite the lack of help from his sight. Even after the first time he had responded this way, it never ceased to surprise her with how eager he was to get his face between her legs.

His tongue found its way between her lips brushing on the outside as a tease, then forcing its way between on the second lap. Ketna leaned herself back, resting her weight on an arm while tilting her hips up to potentially give Xerxes better access in the position he was in. He shifted quickly to the new posture, pressing the front of his teeth carefully to her lips while his tongue dove deeper inside. The pressure he could provide inside her was decently stimulating, his tongue was good enough at that. They had hardly begun and already, Ketna found herself being lulled closer into a state of sexual comfort.

He continued massaging her internally until he heard the first gentle sounds from her, withdrawing the tongue for what she knew would follow. As he had done before, teeth pressed to her lips, pressure enough to part what he needed to gain access to her most sensitive spot. As many times as it had happened, and just as before, Ketna jerked in place at the first contact of tongue against her clit. His careful buildup had made her appropriately sensitive, and the gentle swirling of his tongue was winding her up in quick order, warmth of what would soon follow reaching from her center through the rest of her body.

While he could not keep himself close to her on his own, Ketna’s hand at the back of his head and legs against his back, kept him as close as he needed to be. Circular motions switched to quick, flicking laps, and her body responded immediately. Everything was getting sharp so fast, her back arched in some attempt to feel it more, her mind chanted for it to not stop but she could only whine in her state. He kept up the action for as long as he needed until she finally gave a small whimper and her body began to shudder. The subtle ripple of an orgasm took hold of her body for a moment, her back stiffening, legs tightening against his back and hand at the back of his head clenching in a fist but not gripping at him.

Despite his limited mobility, Xerxes did what he could to keep himself as close to her as possible, seeking to continue teasing her through her sensitivity, but it was an effort that had its limits. After the first wave of intensity washed over her, Ketna pulled herself away from him and there was little he could do to bridge the gap. Conceding his limits given the circumstances, he ceased straining against her hand, licking lightly against his teeth, grinning at her from his position.

“Good enough for ya?”

“Not bad,” She admitted, Ketna’s voice was almost melodious in her praise but still marked by deep breaths, riding the pleasant sensation of the orgasm she just had. “Now show me what you can do with your hands.”

Reaching around Xerxes’ side to his back, she undid the buckles of the straps that held his arms in place. It may have been too early to move to the next step, but she desperately wanted the additional stimulus that she knew his hands could provide.

His hands darted straight to her hips the moment they were free. He grasped and yanked her to nearly off the edge of the bed with a force that threw her off-balance. Hands clamored over her thighs, hips, and back with a ravenous urgency that caused him to grip all too tightly in places. The feel of claws against her skin, even if accidentally, caused Ketna to stiffen immediately.

“Hey! Watch the claws!” Her order was sharp and urgent, her mind recalling the last time Xerxes dug his claws into her.

Xerxes’ grasps softened immediately upon hearing the exclamation, then tightened again with more caution than before. It took longer for Ketna’s adrenaline to die back down despite her relief that he had listened and complied so quickly, as her mind was still coasting on the memory of before. But sure enough, Xerxes’ diligent and attentive work in her sex had coaxed her into a tentative state of ease.

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