A Paladin’s Training Ch. 19

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“The Dawn will shatter before the rising of the Sun.”

Ancient saying in some parts of Ekistair. Origin unknown.

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‘The days are growing shorter,’ Shenla thought to herself as the sun disappeared behind the western mountains that lined the coast of Palistair, stretching from Amindaer in the south all the way to the frozen wastes in the far north. Lightning flickered in the distance to the south, heralding yet another thunderstorm.

The storms had been frequent and savage, rolling across this land once every few days, bringing gales, twisters, lightning and torrential rain. Somehow, the raging tempests never seemed to adversely affect the army of Dark Elves and Risen that Maloth had camped on the plain north of Amindaer.

To her right strode Barrog, her hulking nine-foot Orc easily keeping pace with the horses despite being on foot. To her left was Peldin, her slender but strong Dark Elf, with his midnight black skin in sharp contrast to the snow-white hair that he kept tied back. To her rear was Torvin, her muscular human Warden, black-cloaked and head shorn of hair with his buxom Risen minion in tow.

These men were Bound to Shenla, and would happily die for her if she asked them to, though she would only do that in the direst of need; if they died, she would be reduced to near-death herself, and that was not something she wished to experience ever again.

Like Maloth, the more souls Shenla Bound, the stronger she would grow, but in turn she would have to keep her pets sustained. If her men were not able to fuck her at least once every moon, they would start to get sick, and eventually die. Currently she only had these three, but she was looking for additional suitable candidates. Maloth’s strength had grown significantly since he’d Bound his fifth soul, and Shenla wanted a taste of that power.

In the back of her mind, Shenla wondered how many souls she could Bind and keep sustained. How many men could she fuck in a month? She smiled as she considered that, and thought the number would be quite high; she was a Demon of lust, after all. For now, however, she would do as Maloth was doing, and only Bind high quality pets that were worthy of serving her.

She had done that with her three present companions to great success. Peldin had been a guard captain before she claimed him; the Dark Elf fought well, and fucked even better. Torvin was a high-ranking Warden of the Dead from the ancient city of Angavar, and Barrog had been a raid leader among his Orc people, which was fortunate, as they were currently riding into Gor’dur Orc territory to seek audience with the Chief.

Barrog said the Gor’dur were fiercely territorial, and he was surprised they hadn’t already begun to skirmish with Maloth’s army. Maloth had sent Shenla in the hope that an accord could be reached before the Orcs attacked; ‘accord’ meaning that Shenla would be seducing the Chief and strongly suggesting that the Orcs join with Maloth. Having Barrog with her would hopefully increase her status with the rest of the Orc people.

They were riding across a vast expanse of hard, stony ground toward a narrow chasm in the mountain barely wide enough for three riders abreast. Barrog said the chasm opened up on the other side into a large series of caverns.

“We are getting close,” Barrog growled in his guttural, bass voice. “They will know we are here, now.” Shenla scanned the mountains, but saw nothing. The chasm opening was still several hundred yards away.

“Will they be friendly?” Peldin murmured as he studied the rocky landscape.

“We are still alive,” Barrog replied. “That is a good sign.”

Torvin grunted from behind them and began to whisper something in another language until Shenla rounded on him. “No spells!” She hissed. “I want them to trust us enough to let us meet with the Chief!”

Torvin stopped immediately. “As you wish, Mistress. You should know, however, that the Gor’dur are savages, and cannot be trusted.”

“This is correct,” Peldin agreed, fingering the hilt of the longsword he carried at his hip.

Barrog shot them both a glare. “You know nothing, fools!”

Shenla had had enough of this. “Quiet!” She snapped. Just for good measure, she tweaked the link between their souls and hers, like pulling on a thread of cotton, to remind them of who owned them. The men remained silent after that.

Why did she have such trouble with her pets when Maloth never seemed to? Truthfully, she liked having strong, willful men in her possession. It meant they had spirit, and were worthy of her. Besides, they really weren’t difficult to put back into line, when necessary.

“Something approaches,” Peldin said, his pointed black ears twitching fitfully.

“War drums,” Barrog said uneasily, easing his huge axe from the loop on his back.

Sure enough, the ground soon began to vibrate with the booming of distant drums, and Orcs boiled forth from the chasm, their long legs covering ground quickly as merter escort they charged toward the party of four.

Shenla drew reign and commanded her pets to halt and leave their weapons sheathed.

As they exited the pass, the impressive mass of Orcs formed into an organised column six abreast while never losing step. When they drew closer, Shenla could make them out individually, their fierce faces painted with stripes and patterns of red, their weapons glinting in the moonlight. Shenla smiled when she saw that the hulking brutes wore very little; the men wore simple loincloths that did nothing to restrain their loins as they ran, and Shenla was greeted by the sight of hundreds of bouncing Orc cocks running toward her. What a treat! The women wore similar garb, with the addition of a few straps of cloth to contain their mighty breasts.

Soon enough, the column reached Shenla’s small group and, without slowing, split down the middle, surrounding them before closing the split on the other side. Barrog, Torvin and Peldin put their backs to Shenla, but left their weapons sheathed, as she had commanded.

The Orcs formed a tight circle, speartips pointed inward. Long moments passed before a huge Orc pushed through the ranks. He was taller than Barrog, and his dark green skin bulged with rippling muscles. Two large tusks jutted from his lower lip, reaching almost up to his wide, flat nose. His eyes were hard, but there was intelligence in his stare. A huge hammer was strapped to his back, one side of the head flat, the other shaped into a cruel spike.

Shenla felt herself grow moist as she eyed him up and down, particularly the way his heavy cock shifted back and forth beneath his loincloth as he moved.

The Orc pointed a finger at her. “What are you doing here, woman?”

Smiling, Shenla undid the clasp of her cloak and let it fall back over her horse’s rump. She had dressed specifically for this occasion, in nothing more than thin straps of leather. It was rather an excellent design, one that she had gotten from a male Warden who like to dress his Risen in such a fashion. A strap ran over each shoulder, connecting to another than ran across the front of her breasts and behind her back. A vertical strap ran from the horizontal strap, down her belly, over her rapidly moistening pussy and back up through her buttocks to connect to the strap at her back. Not only did it draw the eye of every male who breathed, but it felt good to wear, too.

The big Orc’s eyes roved over her body, and Shenla didn’t miss the twitch beneath his loincloth. “Who are you?” He asked, his eyes still hard.

“I am Shenla, sister to Lord Maloth the Corruptor, who now leads the Dark Elves of Eredor, the Hill Giants of Orris, and the Wardens of Angavar. He wished for me to visit the Gor’dur Orcs and extend our… respects… to your people.”

The big Orc thought for a moment, his eyes studying the way her breasts moved as she breathed. “Ha!” He said finally. “Cowardly Elves, a handful of Giants and some corpse-fuckers! Not such a grand force, I think!”

Chuckles spread through the Orc ranks at their leader’s joke. Barrog had been on the other side of Shenla’s horse, out of sight of the Orc leader, but now he stepped out. “You might be surprised, Garrun,” he said quietly.

Garrun’s eyes widened as he recognised Barrog, then they narrowed as his brow drew down. “Barrog! You have some stones, coming back here after deserting your tribe!”

“I did not desert!” Barrog growled. “I was taken, and now I belong to Shenla!”

Garrun spat on the ground at Barrog’s feet. “You are pathetic, Barrog. You abandoned your people for a foreign whore! You will not be leaving this place alive, traitor!” Garrun reached for his hammer, and Barrog did the same.

Shenla wondered in that moment if perhaps she should Bind Garrun; he was large and strong, and had at least some intelligence about him.

No, she would not make this decision now. She would watch this Garrun for a little longer to see what kind of Orc he was before she made up her mind. Taking a deep breath, Shenla reached out with her power and enveloped the Orc leader in dark lust, including as many other male Orcs she could reach, which turned out to be quite a few; her powers were growing.

Grunts and exclamation rippled through their ranks as Orc cocks began to rise. The leader was no different; his loincloth was now standing out at a right angle, and his huge chest was rising and falling with the arousal coursing through him.

Garrun’s eyes left Barrog and locked onto Shenla, his enormous erection pulsing.

The loincloth fell away and Shenla’s pussy flooded as she beheld the thick, foot-and-a-half long Orc phallus pointed directly at her like some kind of deliciously obscene salute. She wanted to fuck this monster right now, but some self-control was necessary – for the moment, anyway.

Seeing Garrun fall under Shenla’s spell, Barrog relaxed, but kept his axe bayan escortlar in hand and his eyes on the Orcs surrounding them, some of whom were beginning to grow distracted by the sudden wave of lust. A few had grabbed nearby females and were attempting to mate with them, some successfully, others not. One poor Orc reached for the female next to him and got a knife in his ribs for his trouble. Some of the males that were not near a female simply took themselves in hand and stroked their cocks while staring wantonly at Shenla atop her horse.

She didn’t mind; she loved the attention. “You want to fuck me, Garrun?”

The brute nodded as he wrapped his huge hand around his veiny prick.

“Then take me to the Chief, and I will give you pleasure like you’ve never had.”

Garrun nodded dumbly, then roared at his troops to form up. They did so – though perhaps more slowly than they would have without Shenla’s interference – and began to lope back to the chasm, keeping their guests contained within the circle of spears.

The Orcs slowed to a trot once inside the steep-sided chasm, which wound its way through the mountain for maybe half a mile before leading down beneath the earth and into a series of vast caverns. For over an hour they traversed the underground realm, which contained a bustling Orc population.

Eventually, the escort entered the largest cavern yet, a huge space with what looked like a fighting pit in the centre. Two Orcs were trading blows in the centre of the pit amid cheers and shouts from the onlookers sparsely occupying the surrounding rows of bench seats that had been cut into the rock. At the opposite end of the pit from Shenla was a dais that held two large thrones that looked to be made entirely of bones. Upon each of those thrones was a figure, though they were too far away for Shenla to make them out clearly.

The majority of the Orcs surrounding Shenla and her pets peeled away at that point, leaving only a dozen or so – Garrun included – to escort them to the dais. Upon closer inspection, the thrones were occupied by a male and female Orc respectively. The male was much smaller of stature than Shenla would have expected – she thought Orcs valued size and physical strength above all else – but the female was large and imposing, though also beautiful, in her own way.

Tall and statuesque, the female had straight black hair falling down around her deep-green face and onto her broad shoulders. She wore no clothing, and her breasts – which rivalled Shenla’s in size – sat large and proud, showing no hint of sag. She had a firm, flat stomach, wide hips and thick, strong thighs. A tiara made of fine bones adorned her head, and the black eyes beneath glittered dangerously as they fell on Shenla and her pets.

The male was short, and much less muscular than any other Orc Shenla had ever seen. He had skin the colour of mossy earth, and was probably no taller than Torvin. A crown in the same fashion as the chieftess’s tiara rested on his brow in his mane of dark hair. He was handsome enough for an Orc, Shenla supposed, but she found herself wondering how this fellow had come to be chief – he had to be the chief; who else would be sitting that throne?

“Do not let his appearance fool you, Mistress,” Barrog rumbled softly. “He is fast, and deadly, and clever.”

The diminutive chief sat back casually on his bone throne, his thighs apart to show an appendage that certainly got Shenla’s attention, resting like a green snake on the seat of the throne. She thought it might rival Garrun’s when hard.

One naked Orc attendant stood beside each throne – a female for the chieftain, and a male for the chieftess – both were young and attractive. The male was broad and strong and covered with chiseled muscle, while the female was almost willowy, for an Orc, though her breasts and hips were still generously proportioned.

The chief flicked a finger and the pretty young attendant stepped around and knelt between his legs, presenting her tight, olive-green rear to the visitors. Her smooth sex with its puffy outer lips was visible between her thighs. After a moment, her head began to make telling bobbing motions.

“So, what have you brought us, Garrun?” The chief asked in a lazy voice. For all appearances, he seemed arrogant and careless in his power, though Shenla knew better, and not just from Barrog’s warning; it was his dark eyes that she watched, and they saw everything.

Garrun stepped forward and saluted the chieftain and chieftess, thumping a huge fist to his chest. His phallus was still at full mast, and the chieftess was eyeing it interestedly. “I bring you Shenla, Chieftain. She claims to be the brother of Maloth, who now leads the armies of the Dark Elves, the Wardens, and the Hill Giants.”

“Ah, yes,” the chief said slowly, fixing his stare on Shenla. She took a deep breath to accentuate her chest, but his eyes never left her face. “The ragtag army on the Forlorn Plains. I was wondering besiktaş escort when an emissary would appear.”

Shenla could feel the lust rising from the chief as his servant pleasured him, but his face betrayed no emotion, as if this were simply an everyday occurrence for the Orc leader. Reaching out, she touched his lust with her power as she spoke. “Mighty Chief,” she began, dismounting smoothly and sashaying toward the dais. Again, the chief’s eyes never left her face, though his breathing was growing heavier as his servant suckled him. “We do not wish to interfere with your lands or your people. My brother wants you to know that he intends to take Amindaer Fortress, and your Orcs would be an asset to this cause. There would, of course, be generous rewards offered to those who help Lord Maloth.”

The chieftess spoke then for the first time, glaring at Shenla but addressing the chief. “I say we let this Lord Maloth break his teeth on Amindaer, and then we come and sweep him and his pathetic army from Palistair entirely!”

Not for the first time, Shenla cursed the fact that her power held little to no sway over females. Mentally, she adjusted her tactics; she had intended to drop her cloak and reveal her body as she’d done earlier, but surely that would only further the chieftess’s hostility. She would have to find another way.

The Chief barked laughed at that. “Such ferocity, Morana! That is one of the many reasons you are my mate.” He thought for a moment, glancing between Shenla and Morana while his hand tangled itself in his servant’s hair, forcing her further down on his cock. “Perhaps you are right, Morana. Perhaps we should allow them to attempt this ambitious feat, and shatter themselves against Amindaer’s walls.” The chief sat forward, a knowing smile on his face. “But what if they don’t shatter?” He said quietly. “What if this Lord Maloth has discovered a way to take the city, and the Gor’dur refuse to help? Then we would have a new lord in Amindaer, one who has no love for the Orcs. What do you think, Morana?”

The chieftess frowned thoughtfully, staring at Shenla and her three pets. “It is true, my love, that we currently have a tenuous peace with Amindaer, and Markos has been honouring that thus far.” She paused for a moment and waved her attendant over. The strapping Orc stepped up beside his chieftess and she idly began to stroke his long green phallus with one hand. “But Markos is a bandit at heart, and his trust can only be taken so far. I suspect one day he will betray us, regardless of whether the Gor’dur honour the pact or not.”

While chieftess Morana spoke, the chief listened, though his glittering eyes remained fixed on Shenla. His cute attendant continued to suck him all the while, offering a gentle moan every now and then. Shenla could feel the lust wafting off the girl; apparently, she enjoyed her job.

Morana continued. “I see two options, Beshok; either we trust this Shenla and her Lord Maloth and assist them in taking Amindaer, or we kill Shenla now and send a legion of Gor’dur warriors to destroy Maloth’s army. Not only would we eliminate this Maloth, but we would take down the Elves and the Wardens in one stroke, exposed as they are.”

Beshok chuckled. “Very astute, as always, Morana.”

At that moment, Beshok reached his climax, and with a grunt, began to fill his concubine’s willing mouth with his seed. Shenla used that moment of peak pleasure to strike, lashing out with her power and wrapping tendrils of lust around Beshok’s heart, tendrils that connected the Orc chief to Shenla. Not in a true Binding, but it would make him very amenable to her requests. He would lust after her, desire her above all else. She’d done the same thing to King Berenor, with satisfying results.

Morana’s eyes left Shenla to watch her mate come, and her hand began stroking her servant’s thick tool more insistently. The brawny Orc grunted in pleasure, and his heavy sack began to swing between his thighs as his chieftess picked up speed. Shenla reviewed her opinion of these Orcs; she’d thought them savage brutes until she’d Bound Barrog, and Barrog had shown her that there was something more to them. Meeting Beshok and Morana had only convinced her further that they were quite civilised, in a primitive sort of way. More important however, was the fact that no matter how well-spoken and intelligent they seemed to be, they were still slaves to their lust, and that was where Shenla had the most power.

Beshok’s eyes had closed during his climax, but they opened again shortly after, and a new light shone in the dark orbs; lust. The diminutive Orc gazed hotly at Shenla as if she were the only other being in the world. The chief roughly shoved his servant aside, revealing his rampant erection, the thick green rod reaching almost to his chest and glistening with the Orc girl’s saliva. “The Gor’dur will ally with you, Shenla,” he proclaimed in a strong voice. “But know this: if we have reason to believe you will betray us, our retribution will be violent and swift.

So, he wasn’t completely under her sway yet. Shenla had to respect the fellow’s willpower; his body would be awash with rampant arousal, but yet he still seemed in control of himself.

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A New Encounter Ch. 05

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Their shower was completed with a minimal amount of grab ass, but still some rather interesting lathering procedures. Mina really seemed to enjoy having Kevin wash her long hair and work her scalp. Kevin shaved and then went to dress as Mina started on her minimal makeup. Opening the closet he got another shock.

“Where did all these suits come from?” He questioned, “Your last boy toy leave them behind?”

“No, they came from the best tailor on Seville Row, London.” Mina said casually.

“How?”

“Kevin, you have seen the tele-portal work as a one way viewer, I just had the system scan the best tailor it could find and then replicate the suits in your size from ship’s stores. Now quit stalling and get dressed, we have to be at the White House in fifteen minutes.”

Seething quietly Kevin dressed in dark blue double breasted silk suit, white silk shirt, cuff links and a red silk tie. His shoes were brand new oxfords and the shine would have done a Marine proud. The feel of the suit calmed his anger. This really was over the top, but nobody had been hurt by it, so why not.

“This is really too much, thank you babe.” Kevin said, kissing the nape of her neck.

“You are more than welcome, now let’s go.” Mina told him, leading him out the door. She was dressed in a floor length dress of pink, light and breezy. They proceeded to the tele-portal and Mina ordered it set to one way viewing and then one way transport as they saw the President sitting in the oval office alone.

“Good evening Mr. President.” Mina said brightly as they stepped through the bookcase.

“Good evening,” he responded rather shakily. “It is still very strange to see you walk out of a solid bookcase.”

“Well, we thought it would be best if you saw as little of our technology as possible until we are officially allies.” Mina said confidently. “Thank you for the release of my people, they arrived last night and were found to be in good health.”

“We didn’t want to hurt them, just learn from them.” He said. “Kevin you and I need to talk about what you said yesterday. Captain if you will excuse us, I think you will find Helen and David waiting for you, rather impatiently as it were.”

“I will see you shortly Mr. President.” Mina told him formally. She opened the door to the oval office and a secret service man nodded politely and waved for her to follow him to the residence.

“Kevin,” the President said as soon as the door closed, “do you have any idea of the mess you left last night after that video conference?”

“No sir, I am not a diplomat. I’m a cop and we talk plainly and straight from the shoulder as it were.”

“I am not angry Kevin, just trying to let you know how things work at this level.”

“Mr. President,” Kevin said warily, “I don’t know or want to know how politics work at this level, I have enough to worry about with them at the precinct.”

“Well, you better get used to it,” he said with a dark smile, “because you have been appointed as the American Ambassador to the aliens.”

“Sir…”

“Too late, it has already happened.” The President informed him. “I personally signed the paperwork and called your Captain on the force and informed him that you were being tapped for a special high risk high profile position for the administration. I have not mentioned it to Congress yet, as you know, they have to approve all Ambassadorial appointments, but I’m not expecting any problem”

Kevin sat down sharply without being invited and just stared at the man behind the oak desk that had just changed his entire life with a stroke of a pen.

“Naturally your Captain wished you the best of luck after he got over the shock. I imagine that he cursed a blue streak at your sudden departure though.”

Kevin smiled at that and knew that he was right. His Captain had no problem turning the air a startling shade of indigo when he was pissed and losing him in the middle of his investigations would not be something that he would like to do. But there was no point in going on about it now.

“I don’t know what to say sir.” Kevin finally managed to get out.

“Say ‘Thank you’ and let’s go eat.”

“Thank you and let’s go eat.”

“Smart ass,” the President laughed and stood to lead a still befuddled Kevin out of the oval office.

They made their way up to the residence and found Mina on her knees in the sitting room, David beside her showing her some of his toys as Helen stood by watching with delight.

“She really is wonderful with him.” Helen said as she saw them approaching.

“It’s not hard when the child is as wonderful as David is.” Mina said hugging the little boy.

“Dinner is ready sir.” A liveried servant spoke from the door and the group turned and headed for the dining room.

“Dinner tonight is a light salad, roast chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, brandied carrots and chocolate cake for desert.” Helen informed them. “Is that alright with you my dear?” She asked Mina looking concerned.

“Fine, we have tested all of your earth dishes topkapı escort and found that we can digest and metabolize all of them.”

“Oh good, you have no idea how much I was worried about serving you something that you couldn’t eat.”

“Well, before this is finished, you have to come to my ship and have some of our meals. We are capable of making anything that you make as well as some special dishes that are only found on our planet.”

“I’m looking forward to swapping recipes with you already.” Helen said grinning.

“In that case, on behalf of the American Ambassador to our visitors, I would like to formally extend an invitation to dinner tomorrow night aboard their ship.” Kevin said formally as Mina missed a step and stared at him.

“On behalf of the White House, I accept the invitation.” Helen said grinning madly.

“What is this Ambassador stuff?” Mina said sharply.

“Oh, didn’t you hear, I have been appointed as the American Ambassador to your people.” Kevin replied as though it was common knowledge.

“You’re kidding me.” Mina gasped.

Kevin pulled her into a hug, with some difficulty as David was still in her arms, his head on her shoulder.

“Stick with me baby, this kid is going places.” Kevin said kissing her gently.

They arrived in the dining room and found the table set for seven. The President’s chief of staff and his wife were already waiting. David pointed at a place and Mina set him down on the chair and he whispered in her ear. She tapped the tip of his nose with her index finger and said, “You bet kiddo.”

“Ambassador Jacobs, Captain Mina, this is my Chief of Staff Wendell Harcourt, and his wife Jean.” The President introduced the two couples. “Dell, Jean, this is Ambassador Kevin Jacobs and Captain Mina.”

“Please, call me Kevin.” He said extending his hand and the Chief of Staff shook it firmly. “I am still trying to get used to the idea of me being anything more than a street cop.”

“You’ll get used to it.” Dell responded with a grin.

“You have no idea how much I have wanted to meet you.” Jean Harcourt said shaking Mina’s hand with enthusiasm. “When Dell told me about your arrival and your proposal, I could barely contain myself.”

“The pleasure is all mine Mrs. Harcourt.” Mina said with a wide smile. “I am afraid that we threw the President a bit of a curve the other day.”

The President grunted and everyone laughed, the ice broken. They found their places and sat at the table, Kevin on the President’s right, Mina next to him and David next to her, the first Lady sat at the foot of the table and Jean on her right with Dell Harcourt next to the President. Conversation flowed amiably around the table, mostly centered on the differences between earth cuisine and that of Mina’s people. Nothing of great value was discussed as Mina was constantly distracted by David, jumping in with something new to tell her.

After dinner the group moved to the family’s sitting room and was arranged comfortably on the sofa’s there, David snuggled into Mina’s lap and drifting slowly off to sleep, bored by the grown up talk. The First Lady stared at her in wonder.

“I don’t know how you do that,” she said in wonder. “It takes me forever to get him to sleep.”

“I think it may have something to do with our higher body temperature.” Mina said diplomatically. “To him it’s like snuggling a warm living blanket.”

“Well, let me put him to bed.” Helen said picking him up and watching him squirm trying to stay with Mina. Mina laughed softly and kissed the top of his head and he settled down in Helen’s arms, snuggling to her instead. “Yep, definitely need to learn that trick.” She muttered as she stepped from the room with the sleeping boy in her arms.

The rest of the company talked for a while until she returned and then picked up the conversation that had been going on before Helen left.

“Are you sure that you can teach us how to make faster than light ships and communications?” Dell asked sharply.

“Yes,” Mina replied confidently. “It will take some changes in your thinking, and some new elements added to your periodic table, but on the whole I am certain that you can do it. The hardest part is going to be getting all of your people to get along with each other.”

“What do you mean,” Helen asked before the President could say anything, his face already starting to darken.

“The energy needed to achieve faster than light travel is an order of magnitude higher than anything your science has developed.” Mina said softly. “Once you are there, the power drain is minimal, but getting there takes a lot of power. Do you want that power to be openly distributed to everyone on this planet? Just think about what would happen if that much energy was released on the planet’s surface. Nothing would survive, the planet included.”

The faces around the room suddenly went dark with fear and then white in understanding.

“Precisely,” Mina said firmly. “Now we are willing to teach you all you need to escort kızlar know, but at a steady pace. We are not willing to just dump all this knowledge onto the only people that we have found can help save our own race to see you destroy yourselves.”

“How do you propose to make everyone get along?” The President asked. “I admit I would like to see all the people of this world come together, but I don’t think that you can just wave a magic wand and make everybody love everybody else.”

“The same way that you are doing it now, education,” Mina told him confidently. “If nothing else, as soon as the rest of the world finds out that we are here, they will band together to hate the outsiders. We can use that to our advantage.” The rest of the evening was spent with Mina outlining her plan to the wide eyed company in the White House.

After several hours she turned to Kevin.

“We really need to be going; the Doctor wants us aboard for the first procedure in the morning.” She said and stood. Handshakes and hugs were exchanged and Kevin and Mina stepped through the bookcase and back to the ship.

They walked into their quarters and Kevin tossed his jacket over a chair and turned to face Mina. She had ignored all his questions about whatever procedure was to start in the morning until they were home.

“What…” Kevin demanded.

“The procedure is for the insemination of other members of my crew.” Mina told him flatly.

“You mean my…”

“Only if you wish,” she told him holding up both hands in a placating gesture. “Some of the others have already agreed to be donors if you are still reluctant.”

“I thought that you had arranged something without…”

“I told you that I would wait until you are comfortable before I planned on using your seed for anyone else.” Mina told him stepping over to him and putting her arms around his shoulders. He slipped his about her waist and pulled her tight.

“I’m sorry, but you just caught me a little off guard.” Kevin said holding her tight and breathing in the scent of her hair.

“All is forgiven,” she whispered. “Now let’s get some sleep. I think you are going to need it when you find out how this has to happen.”

“That sounds ominous.” Kevin said pulling back.

“Strip and get into bed, I will explain everything.” Mina told him. She slipped the dress off her shoulders and it puddled on the floor at her feet. She wore only a thong under it. Kevin felt his blood surge as he saw her almost naked. He reached for her and she slapped his hands. “Not now you despoiler of women, hang up your suit and then come to bed.”

Kevin sighed and picked up his jacket with a whispered, “yes dear.” She shook her fist at him menacingly but he just smiled and headed to his closet and hung up his suit and tossed the rest into the ships laundry chute. He slipped naked into bed and Mina snuggled up to him, her head on his shoulder, her nails gently twirling his chest hair as he slipped his hand down her back and into the waistband of her panties to hold her ass cheek.

“Now what is so bad about this procedure that I need to be prepared for?” Kevin asked.

“Well,” Mina squirmed almost embarrassed, “our physiology is somewhat different from yours. In order for our females to ovulate, it is not just a matter of timing the cycle as with your females. Ours require the act of intimacy in order for ovulation to occur.”

“You mean that you have to…”

“We need to have sex in order to ovulate and be able to reproduce.” Mina said looking very intently at his chest hair.

“Would you please let me finish a sentence once in a while?” Kevin asked softly, trying to ease her embarrassment.

“Sorry,” Mina mumbled.

“So how do plan to achieve this intimacy?”

“Any of our females that wish to reproduce must have…relations…with someone who can impregnate them.” She said even more softly.

“I thought you said that that wouldn’t be necessary.” Kevin said starting to sit up. Mina held him down on their bed.

“No, I said that I would not be necessary for YOU to do that.” Kevin paused at that and relaxed. “Now that we have your sperm, we can impregnate each other, but it cannot be done in a medical clinic as it is done on Earth, it must be done with actual sexual intercourse. The act of orgasm is what causes the ovulation cycle to be imitated.”

“You know the back of your neck blushes when you are embarrassed.” Kevin said with a chuckle and then grunted as she pinched his ribs.

“I am trying to have a serious conversation here.” Mina objected.

“I know that,” Kevin countered with a grin as she looked up at him. “But you are so obviously embarrassed by this and you are hiding behind such medical terms that it is amusing.”

“Well just how would you put it?” She demanded.

“Simply, in order for you to get knocked up, you have to fuck each other, just like the rest of the universe.”

“How very crude,” Mina said rolling over in disgust.

“Now that is not what I meant and you know.” Kevin escort fındıkzade said slipping in behind her. “You think I don’t understand?”

“I have a headache.” Mina told her pillow, refusing to look at him.

“I have the aspirin.” Kevin said starting to nibble her ear as he reached around her at tweaked her nipple.

“Stop that you pervert,” Mina told him, twisting to avoid him, but not fighting very hard.

“Not until your headache goes away,” he whispered in her ear as his hand moved down her body. He proceeded down her body, his lips tongue and teeth working over her smooth back as she writhed before him. Her moans grew louder and deeper as he felt her start to moisten and she spread her legs and let him work first one finger then another into her dripping center. He pushed a third finger into her and then had a really wicked idea. With his first three fingers deep into her channel, he hooked his thumb up and slipped it into her back door. Mina screamed in delight, and then arched her back in delight as his ring finger found her g-spot and his little finger flicked her clit. Kevin kept working his way down her back and came to her tail, the tip of which was thrashing in delight and he licked all around the base and Mina screamed in release, her juices exploding from her and her body contracting violently. He kept his other hand around her chest, twisting and teasing her stone hard nipples.

Kevin kept his fingers and tongue moving enjoying her frenzied movements as she bounced on the bed in the throes of a massive orgasm. Finally, with her pussy crushing his hand and the bed completely soaked in her moisture she was able to get far enough away from him that contact was broken. She rolled out of the bed and hit the floor still twitching and shuddering in post orgasm delight.

“Don’t ever do that to me again,” she said when she had calmed down enough to speak.

“You didn’t like it?” Kevin asked innocently.

“I loved it, but you have to warn me before you do that. Look what I did to the bed.” She held up the top sheet and Kevin saw the monstrous wet spot and the shredded sheets where she had been laying. Her claws had come out and totally destroyed the bed clothes.

“I’ll pay for new sheets in the morning, now come to bed.” Kevin said opening his arms and Mina dived into his embrace. The snuggled over on his side of the bed, Mina trying hard to avoid the puddle she had left on the bed, but Kevin didn’t mind, it just brought her closer to him.

“Let me take care of you.” She said running a nail up the straining shaft between his legs.

“Later, just cuddle for now.”

“If you’re sure,” Mina slurred as she drifted off, her hand clutching his erection.

Morning found them in the same position, Kevin still on his back, Mina laying her head on his chest, her fingers still gently holding his now softened cock. The intercom on the bedside beeped twice and Mina sat up sharply, instantly awake, and slapped the audio only circuit.

“Captain.”

“Captain, Doctor here, we have had to push back the first procedure, an equipment problem.”

“Very well Doctor, can you give me thirty minutes then join me in my cabin for breakfast?”

“Yes Captain, I will be there on time.”

“Good, Captain out.” Mina slapped off the com and rolled back over and into Kevin’s arms. “Good morning darling.”

“Not until I get some coffee in me will it be a good morning, but this is just too nice to leave.” Kevin said sleepily and pulled her closer.

“No, we have to get up and shower before the doctor gets here. We have things to talk about that we didn’t get to last night.” Mina pushed herself away from him and swung out of bed.

“Can’t we just have the day off?” Kevin whined.

“No, the President is coming tonight and I have to make sure everything is ready for a state dinner. Now into the shower with you I have to make some arrangements.”

Kevin slipped out of bed and made a big show of dragging himself to the shower. Mina threw a pillow at him. As he was about to get out Mina slipped in, kissed him and dropped to her knees before him and grabbed his cock.

“Bet you thought I forgot about leaving you hanging last night didn’t you.” Mina said as she rubbed his thickening member all over her face and licking it.

“The thought crossed my mind.” Kevin replied looking down into her eyes and stroking her now wet hair. He shuddered as she took him into her mouth and throat. Without warning she started slamming her face into his groin, fucking her face onto his dick. Kevin grabbed onto her head to hold himself up and howled in delight as Mina swallowed around the head of his shaft, her throat muscles massaging the crown and bringing him off in record time. Kevin shot five full ropes of cum down her throat and then groaned as she pulled back and jacked her hand up and down his penis milking the last from him.

“Thanks that was just what I needed to get going this morning.” Mina told him pulling him out of her mouth and licking the last little bit of cum off his head, enjoying the feeling of him shuddering against her tongue.

“If that is all you need to get motivated in the morning, I am at your disposal any day of the week and twice on Sunday.” Kevin panted, holding onto the wall of the shower.

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My heels clicked on the concrete floor of the tunnel as I walked towards bright lights at the exit. The thigh high boots were warmer to wear than I expected. It’s cooler outside, so at least I have that to look forward to as I felt my feet starting to sweat.

The hem of my very tight leather skirt brushes against my upper thighs with each step. A skirt that barely cover the sheer black g-string panties I am wearing. I’ve always found that a strange word. Is it panty or panties? I can’t help my mind wandering. It’s not possible to have more turmoil going on in my head than right now.

The skirt is definitely short. Too short to even cover the tops of my stockings. The suspenders of my garter belt clearly visible. The matching leather bralette pushes my D cup boobs up and holds them prominently. On display and jiggling as I walked for the camera crew recording my “walk of shame” as it has become to be known in the entertainment industry.

It is the walk every loser before me has had to make. I’ve personally sent three such losers on this walk myself. Losing by itself is bad, but it’s made much worse by the fact that just over an hour ago, I was a man.

I think back to where it all went wrong. Was it my training? Did I spend too much time running our gym instead of working out? No, I don’t think so. I made it all the way up to second best in the entire world. You don’t advance that far by luck. No, the true root cause of my demise started long before I was even born.

It really began in the mid 20s. The US plunged into a second civil war, opening Europe and Asia up to micro wars by aggressive “dictators”. They sprang up everywhere, practically redrawing the maps on a monthly basis.

After a solid decade of constant wars, people became weary of it. It just fizzled out as their appetite for death withered away. Diplomacy and education provided the path to peace.

We were at the cusp of a new era. Where intellectual dexterity is as important as physical strength. Violence has become primitive and looked down upon. Sports like boxing and fist fighting have fallen out of favor. The old sports have made a comeback. Technology is jumping at an incredible pace, and intelligence is the new sexy.

The old sports are doing well Flourishing actually. However to satisfy the new hunger for intellectual stimulation as well as the visual theater, they have evolved.

Now it isn’t enough just to be defeated. There has to be a punishment to go along with the loss. Punishment that twists the mind. Intellectual cruelty with a side of humiliation.

So, what is the punishment for the loser of the match at the top level of sports? Losing your very manhood. The technology now exists to transform the defeated into a genetic woman. A woman designed by the victor. The ultimate humiliation. It’s like candy for the masses, and they eat it up. It’s a booming business. Endless shows analyzing every contest, every transformation, every result.

Why does the winner get to design his opponent? Because he gets to do what ever he wants, short of permanent physical harm with his defeated opponent after the transformation is complete. “She” is contractually obligated to allow it for as long as the victor can “get it up”. She even has to wear the outfit he chooses for her “walk of shame”, which is the reason for my outfit now.

The Olympics are once again the ultimate level of competition. The best of the best vs. the best of the best. I compete in track and field. Specifically, the most difficult and demanding event of them all. The decathlon.

Preliminary competition pared it down to the best 16 in the world. Only 16 men made the Olympics. A huge honor with the highest stakes possible. Glory and fortune await the winner. Defeat and humiliation for the 15 losers.

The 16 of us were matched against each other in a series of one on one competitions. A single elimination tournament. I sent three of my opponents to the walk of shame, after I fucked them to my heart’s content that is. I made it to the finals. 2nd best in the world is not spared the indignity the other losers suffer, and I was also transformed.

It wasn’t without a fight. The decathlon is ten events. I started off strong, winning both the 100m sprint and long jump to put my opponent, Alexander on his heels. We split the shot putt and high jump before he took the 400m run, leaving me up 3 to 2 after mecidiyeköy escort day 1.

I smoked him in the 110m hurdles, putting him in a deep 4 to 2 hole to start the second day. Unfortunately, he rose to the challenge and took both the discus and pole vault to pull even. We split the final 2 events, javelin and 1500m to end in a tie.

However, there are no ties anymore. The producers simply wouldn’t allow it. The tie breaker is Greco Roman wrestling. I was faster and quicker, while Alexander was bigger and slightly stronger. It was a balanced match. We went back and forth for the majority of it. Neither of us wanted to risk sudden death, so with time ticking away, I made my move.

My intention was to not leave him time to counter my move, letting the clock run out if I failed to get him to the mat. I thought I had it timed perfectly. I was wrong.

I felt my butt hit the mat a fraction of a second before the buzzer. Both of us froze as the judges reviewed the recording to make sure the decision was correct. Unfortunately, there is no going back, so they had to be sure. The transformation is irreversible. Once they hit that button and the nanomites injected into my bloodstream before the match go to work, there’s no stopping it. If a mistake is made, oh well. Tough luck.

The announcement is made, and I am officially defeated. However, the biggest moments are yet to come. The moments that draw the viewers and get talked about for weeks to come. First, the reveal of the transformation data Alexander has chosen for me. He gets to choose my race, my size, my physical characteristics as well as saddling me with the sexual preferences he wants me to have. He even gets to pick my new name.

These will be dissected in depth by follow-up shows all week long. I’ve seen the 3 opponents he’s defeated so far get transformed into a blonde Nordic goddess, a dark haired Hispanic beauty and a sexy black girl. He’s been all over the proverbial map. I have no idea what to expect. I can’t think anyway. I still haven’t mentally accepted my defeat. My mind is reeling as the cameras move in close to catch my reaction as the transformation data is revealed.

An Asian named Jade. 5 feet 9 inches tall and 125 pounds is shown on the screen.

Tall and lean. I guess that’s how Alexander likes them. I’m not thrilled about it, but there was never going to be a good answer. A 5 foot 9 inch Asian woman will stand out for sure. Probably his intention. More humiliating for me.

Physical characteristics are long hair, golden brown tan skin, big, almond shaped eyes, big pouty lips and long legs. But it’s not only a physical trait. It’s a mental imprint as well. For example, I will have long hair when the transformation is complete, but I will also have the compulsion to keep it. It will feel normal and right to me. I won’t want to cut my hair off.

32D breasts and a bit of a bubble butt are the final pieces to my future appearance, as the 3D model shows. It’s not good. Tall, slim Asians with D cup boobs don’t exactly grow on trees.

I quickly forget about that as the final pieces of the puzzle are displayed. The preferences that will be ingrained into my personality. The desires that will drive me from now on. This is the height of the drama. This is what the viewers tune in for. If being made into a woman is bad, this is the humiliation cherry on top of the embarrassment sundae.

He got to choose 3 preferences. The first is no surprise. Libido boost, or slutification kink, as it’s been nicknamed. Not just a heightened sex drive, but a supercharged one. I will crave sex all the time after this. It is an audience favorite. I expected it. I know it will be an anchor around my neck going forward, but there is nothing I can do.

The second choice is surprising. Fetish to wear slutty clothes. Not just sexy, but slutty. This is a dagger in my back. I didn’t expect this one. It’s bad enough I’m going to be transformed into a bimbo, but now I’m going to want to dress the part too. That means there will be no hiding or blending in for me. I’m always going to dress the part.

If that was surprising, the 3rd and final piece is downright shocking. Cruel even. Fetish for anal sex. That mother fucker is laughing as it is revealed. The audience erupts in cheers. They love it. I hate it, of course. That bastard is planning on planting his flag up my virgin bayan escort ass once the transformation is complete. I can think of no greater humiliation. Even after today, I will continue to enjoy it. To desire it even. It will be ingrained into my subconscious.

“Fuck you! Ahhhh!” I got out before the nanomites went to work and my transformation began. Everything turned white. The only thing I could feel was moderate pain. The nanomites block the worst of it, but it also prevents me from seeing or feeling anything as the transformation happens. Just 15 minutes to endure and it will be over. 15 minutes until my manhood is only a memory.

I’ve seen 3 of my opponents transformed. It’s not unbearable but it leaves you exhausted. It’s the look in their eyes that I liked. The look when they realize what’s coming. They hate it, but they know they have to go through with it. The screams each one gave me when I first penetrated them after the transformation was complete was the best part. When I took my prize.

When it finally stops, Lars, as I was known before, is gone and Jade laid in his place on the mat. Sweaty and exhausted, my hands went first to my breasts, then to my pussy, confirming what I already knew. I am Jade now. I saw all three of my opponents do the very same thing, and now I’m no different. It’s a natural reaction. You are literally in shock.

And just like I had done after my victories, Alexander wasted no time. His cock was fully erect in anticipation of fucking the girl he had designed. Just like my opponents before me, I couldn’t stay silent when he lined himself up to my pussy and pushed inside me. Half scream, half moan escaped my lips. I couldn’t control it. The crowd went wild.

With the stored up energy of someone who had saved it up for a while, Alexander went to town on my new pussy. No time to get used to having one. A crash course, if you will. Holding me by my hips, his thrusts were deep and forceful. I closed my eyes, but I couldn’t prevent the moans from coming out. You know what the worst part is? It’s when you get the feeling that starts in the pit of your stomach.

It grows, spreading through my whole body. All the way to my toes, curling them up as it over takes me. I was going to cum. The whole world was going to see me becoming a slut. I couldn’t stop it. With a deep, low grunt, my body announced it. I started shaking and my pussy convulsed.

“God damn! You are fucking tight!” Alexander cried out as I involuntarily squeezed down on his dick. Every sensation was new.

I was still shaking a minute later when he unloaded in me. It was horrifying. I FELT EVERYTHING! Every squirt and drop of his cum. I had no idea women could feel it that well. My mind was so disgusted by it, but not my body. My hips pushed back, trying to pump every drop out of him.

He doesn’t even waste a second. Instead, he grabs me by a handful of my hair and pulls me up to my knees. The rules are he gets to go as long as he keeps his erection. I can’t help it. I scream knowing what is coming. That just makes it easier for him to feed his cock into my mouth.

I mentally checked out here. My mind is overwhelmed. I become as much of a passenger on this ride as everyone else. My mind drifts off to somewhere else. Somewhere back in time before all of this.

I feel my lips around his shaft as he rubs my nose in his pubic hair, but my body is piloting the ship at this point. I’m thinking of my loss, and where I went wrong, not the fact that he was shoving his dick down my throat. It’s better this way. I didn’t want to remember that feeling.

His second hand also finds my hair and he literally starts fucking my face. I feel like I’m watching from the outside. My body taking it as his cock regains strength. It creeps further down my throat as it gets hard again. I am gagging but he doesn’t care. Just relentless thrusting. It is as disgusting as you could imagine it to be.

“Mmmmmm. Those lips were made to suck my cock.” He says just to me. “You’re really good at it for it being your first time.”

He grabs the hair close to my scalp and spreads his legs a little to get a good angle down my throat as he powers towards another orgasm. My eyes fly open at the realization that he’s going to cum in my mouth, and I have to take it. I wish I could leave my body again, but fate is forcing me to live out my punishment first hand.

Just nişantaşı escort like when he fucked my pussy, my mind was horrified but my body had other ideas. My pussy was warm. It was making me horny again. This is the life I’m doomed to. My mind can only hold off my body for so long before it overwhelms me. The signals flooding my brain telling me I like it. I battle for control with no chance of winning.

His cum is hot in temperature. I didn’t expect that, but it is logical. Salty and bitter. I find it difficult to swallow. It’s less like a liquid than I imagined. I have no choice as he doesn’t take his cock out of my mouth to let me spit it out. I have to swallow it to breathe.

He never stops. Fighting hard to maintain his erection. I know how this is going to end, and I don’t like it. But my gate is already sealed.

He abruptly pulls his cock out of my mouth and throws my head to the mat. I’m coughing and trying to regain my breath as he moves behind me. He pulls my hips up high in the air, positioning me like the whore I’ve become – face down ass up – to the wild cheers of the audience. They know what’s coming. I know what’s coming. He laughs knowing what is coming.

I feel him push the head of his dick into my ass. My humiliation is complete. I’m a 3 hole slut.

I guess I should be thankful he went slow as he tried to maintain his erection. He buttfucked me very deliberately in the beginning before picking up steam as his dick grew back to full erection. I could literally feel it up in my stomach as he pounded my ass.

Without thinking I found myself pushing back on him. Urging him on. He never slowed down. I remembered that it will be his 3rd orgasm of the day once he finally cums. It’s going to take a while.

“Fuck you!” I managed to squeeze out between grunts.

The bastard just laughed. Then as if he knew, he reached around and pinched my clit. It set me off again, and I had another loud orgasm as everyone watched him hammer my butt.

It was humiliating but he didn’t do anything to hurry it along. Just took his time, plowing my ass like an Amish farmer.

I was both relieved and mad when he finally got serious. It was finally going to be over, but not before I had to take one more load of his cum.

“Smack!” his hand on my ass check echoed in my ears long before the sting of the slap hit my brain. I wanted to shout out. A defiant word to fight back, but my head snapped back as he pulled a handful of my hair. He held me there as several more slaps to my ass followed.

“I like how your asshole squeezes down on my cock when I do that.” He chuckled in my ear.

Then I felt his elbows on my back as he held my hair tight as he gave me the finale. His final thrust was as deep in my butt as he could get. Then he pumped the sperm into my ass as he grunted from the pleasure.

He held me there for a minute, with his dick in my ass, basking in triumph as the crowd cheered. Then he pulled out and let go of me all at once as I collapsed onto the mat. I just laid there as he left the arena to collect his money. What should have been my money.

Still in shock, two attendants came out and picked me up, practically dragging me to the offices underneath the stands. At least I was out of the spotlight.

They took me to a room and told me to get dressed in the clothes Alexander had left for me. I slowly put on the humiliating outfit. Almost immediately my mind was telling me that I liked it. That I was born to dress this way. Despite everything that just happened, the clothes made me feel sexy. It was not something I could control. I knew it should be humiliating, but that part of my brain was turned off. It turned me on.

They applied makeup to me and showed me my reflection in a mirror. I admit, I am hot. I look like a beautiful prostitute. It was very disturbing looking at my reflection for the first time. It wasn’t me. It was an unsettling feeling. The girl in the mirror moved as I did, but it wasn’t me. I didn’t feel like it was.

I sign the papers and get my much smaller payment for the match. Then, I’m sent on my way. Down the corridor for my walk of shame as the cameras record me. Undoubtedly this will be replayed over and over by people everywhere. It will be dissected frame by frame on follow up shows.

I reach the end of the tunnel and daylight. I quickly forget about the cameras as the crowds behind the barriers let me have it. Showering me with insults and curses, but I no longer cared. I know it’s just the reaction to the match. None of them knew me before, and they sure don’t know me now. I just hurry to the car waiting for me so I can disappear.

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A Guy and His…? Ch. 60: Dreamscape

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Jake Freemon – Main character

Gen – Jakes first Jinn

Jinn – What the genies are called

Tommy Sinclair – Friend of Jake’s and fellow worker

Mary – Boss’s daughter

Juno – Jakes big Boss and Mary’s Father

Jinn Council – Council of major Jinns

Yasmen – Gen’s mother

Doctor – the Jinn doctor (Hiram) AKA Hime

Rasmir – Gen’s father

Rosalinda -Jake’s second Jinn -Once called Dreama

Rashala – Gen’s niece and Jake’s 3rd Jinn

Tankena – evil brother of Rasmir

Sheeka – former evil female Jinn Jake’s 4th Jinn

Inger – Mary’s Jinn, Akeesha’s lover

Akeesha – Sheeka’s twin sister

Rita – older female and one of Juno’s sisters

Tina – Rita’s daughter

Trully – second Jinn doc Rasmir’s little sister

Nyrae – Juno’s powerful Jinn

Nuha – Leader of Deadly Trio

Abla – sister of Nuha member of Deadly trio

Fatin – sister of Nuha third member of trio

Tyrin – neighbor of Nyrae’s parents

Aahil – one of the twin Jinn princes

Aalee – other twin Jinn prince

Amira – Jinn Princess sister of twins

Al-Mazhab – King of the Jinns

Qistina – Ex Queen of the Jinns, the Leader

Marie – Juno’s ex-wife

Kasha – Elite Jinn friend of Rashala, Marie’s Jinn

Zahra – evil elite Jinn working with Marie

Akeesha hugged then kissed Jake as they both lay down beside Inger closing their eyes. Almost immediately Jake was in a grey misty area, not unlike where he first met Nyrae. Looking around he thought that Akeesha would be there with him. Shrugging he started walking towards what he felt was Inger. The thing is it was extremely weak.

Jake hadn’t gone far when he heard a voice above him yelling. Looking up he saw what or whom he thought was Akeesha falling toward him. Shaking his head he stood his ground waiting ’til she was almost on top of him. Putting his hand out, he thought stop then watched amazed as Akeesha floated above him!

“Ok that was weird. I thought I had no power what so ever.” Jake told Akeesha.

“In the actual world you don’t Master Jake. It appears though that in this realm you have a firm grasp on what is what. This is so confusing Master Jake.” Akeesha said confusion on her face.

“Akeesha do you Jinns dream?” Jake asked.

“Dream? I am unfamiliar with that word Master Jake.” Akeesha replied.

Taking his hand Jake brought Akeesha to the… he guessed it was ground. “Touch my mind so I can show you Akeesha.” Jake told her.

Nodding still confused Akeesha did as Jake asked. For a moment she still looked confused then after a few moments clarity started to show on her face. “I see now Master Jake. I believe this is the hulm state. We of the Jinn race abandoned it centuries ago. We only do it once every five hundred years.”

Jake was nodding at what she was saying ’til she finished. Once every five hundred years! “Here I thought it was you that was going to have to protect me! The human race calls this the dreamscape. We experience it almost all the time.”

About that time a fierce looking green monster attacked them. Akeesha waved nodded then was amazed when nothing happened! “Master Jake! I have no power!”

Jake nodded making a chopping motion with his hand, Akeesha watched amazed as the monster split in two then vanished!

“It’s as I thought I have much more experience in this than you do, crap we’re screwed!” Jake said.

“No Master Jake I don’t think so. With me guiding you we should be fine.” Akeesha reassured him.

Jake looked at Akeesha as if she’d lost her mind. “I’m not sure I can protect us enough for us to make it to where she is. You may know the way though us actually getting there is going to take a miracle!”

“Well Master Jake.” Akeesha said staring at Jake intensely. “I believe in you deeply, as I believe that Inger does. As a matter of fact I can almost feel her expecting the şişli escort both of us to show up and save her.”

Jake could only shake his head, “I’m glad that you have as much faith in me as you do. I for one don’t, have you forgotten I am just a human? I…”

“You,” Akeesha started a look of pride on her face. “Are the most unusual human I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. If anyone can save her it is you Master Jake!”

Jake could only stare at Akeesha still finding it hard to believe. “Alright Akeesha, if this is a dream realm as I think it is then let me try something.”

Thinking of Inger, Jake pictured her as clearly as he could. When nothing happened, Jake closed his eyes. Thinking of Akeesha and him standing and being where Inger was being held, Jake felt a momentary stillness in the air. Suddenly they were both standing next to what appeared to be a hole.

“Master Jake!” Akeesha said excited. “I can actually feel her again! She feels trapped! I can feel her pain!” Jake had to grab Akeesha stopping her from jumping into the hole in front of them.

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Let me go Master Jake! She is hurting so badly!” Akeesha was yelling tears starting to form in her eyes.

“Wait Akeesha!” Jake said sternly to her. “I can feel that this is a trap, at least it feels like it. Remember you have no power, how exactly were you going to go into this without getting hurt?”

Akeesha blinked twice as her mouth dropped open. Bowing low she nodded. “I feel that you have again saved my life Master Jake.” Leaning over she lightly kissed Jake on his cheek. “Thank you, now what are we to do?”

“Well, considering you can now feel her. I think I may have a way to get closer. Apparently the Jinn have some type of block that even my kind have trouble with.” Here Jake smiled, “she hasn’t met a true dreamer yet has she?” Jake asked as he smiled broader looking at Akeesha.

Akeesha was confused a moment, A true dreamer? Then she remembered the plans that she had seen Master Jake drawing. Ah! A true dreamer! She believed she was starting to grasp just what he was saying.

“Let us hope so Master Jake. If this bitch of a Jinn harms my love, I will make her suffer horrors untold!” Akeesha said as Jake watched her eyes glow for a moment then go back to normal.

Interesting Jake thought then started to think over every part of his thoughts when they had suddenly appeared where they were. Hmmm so it appeared that they could not appear next to Inger but they could get closer. With a smile Jake nodded he had a plan, well, as well a plan as possible at the moment.

“Alright Akeesha, I might not be able to get us right to where she is. I think I can get us a lot closer. Hang on going to try again.” Jake told Akeesha who nodded.

Closing his eyes Jake could swear that he could actually see where Inger was. The thing was he could also see that evil elite Jinn that Rashala had injured. So it appeared she had healed, it

was… That’s right! This was the dream realm she would be whole here! Though as to the extent of her power that remained to be seen.

Jake watched in his thoughts as he backed off further and further until the resistance wasn’t as strong. Nodding he opened his eyes, smiling at Rashala. “Here we go!” Jake said as he felt the air still again. Just as suddenly they were standing outside what appeared to be a room of darkness.

Looking in Jake and Akeesha could see the evil Jinn standing almost seeming to wait. Jake could only guess for them to make appearance. Nodding Jake leaned over to Akeesha whispering in her ear. At first Akeesha’s eyes were wide then she nodded vigorously. Jake touched her arm a moment then whispered in her ear again. Startled she nodded yes, looking at Jake as if he’d lost his mind.

Getting up Jake nodded to Akeesha then stepped through the dark doorway. The evil Jinn’s head snapped up as soon as Jake appeared.

“Tsk, escort bayan another stupid human I see!” The evil Jinn sent a huge fireball at Jake. Yawning Jake closed his fist watching as the fireball fizzled then went out just as fast. “NO! You have no power! There is no way that the others are supplying power as I cut off everything from outside here!”

“As I was told this realm or world is called the hulm state, and something that all Jinns abandoned many centuries ago.” When the astonished visage of Zahra could only nod Jake continued. “We, who are human, have not abandoned it. Humans use this state to create new ideas and concepts that can be brought forth to the real world. Being who I am, what I do.” Here Jake smiled widely. “Mine is far stronger than most.”

“NO!” Zahra screamed as she tried to attack Jake, only to find that she had sudden uncontrollable desire for him. “What is this trickery? This is the hulm state! There are no feelings, nothing!”

“I think you will find that in my case you are dead wrong!” Jake said as he moved closer. The

visage of Zahra suddenly had a look of panic, then one of pure lust! “It isn’t possible your sexual attraction I…”

Zahra started to shred what few clothes that she had on. Behind her he saw Inger awaken and stir. Looking at her arms, legs, and chest she saw the mental chains that were holding her down. A momentarily look of panic crossed her face then her head snapped to stare at Jake. Then she quickly averted her head when Jake was suddenly naked his erection growing harder by the second.

Moving closer to Zahra Jake could see that she was in a deep sex lust. Staring at Jake, Zahra rapidly moved to Jake dropping to her knees taking him as deeply as she could. Jake could feel her groan in a lust induced state as she took all him deep in her throat. “I have been dreaming of having you Master Jake since I saw you that first time in my mistress’s place.”

Groaning again Jake could feel her throat muscles as they started to ripple around him. Damn Jake thought she’s not half bad; too bad she’s as bad as she is! The both of them groaning Jake could feel a massive orgasm building as she quickened her ministrations. Reaching down Jake took a hold of her nipples as she started to twitch. A moment later Jake started to empty his scrotum into her waiting mouth. All the while twisting her nipples causing her to orgasm!

Falling back her legs opening to reveal her wet, open sex Zahra looked at Jake with a begging look. “Master Jake take this vessel, these feelings have never been experienced by it or the real body. Take this vessel the pain is increasing!” Panting the visage started to make lewd motions toward Jake.

Sighing Jake thought he’d have to wash for a week to feel clean again. Moving between the legs of the Zahra visage Jake slowly sunk in. The eyes of the visage opened wide as they felt the length of Jake as it slowly slid deeper. Screaming out from the pleasure she couldn’t believe how wonderful or full she was!

As slowly as he could Jake started to move within Zahra, shit he thought she’s as tight as a virgin. Is it possible that this is another man hater? Like Akeesha was? Shaking his head Jake had to keep her distracted until Inger was free. Motioning for Akeesha he did his best not to break the slow rhythm he’d established.

Concentrating on both the sex he was having and breaking the mental chains was taxing to say the least. Barely able to watch he saw Akeesha pull first one of the left then the right arms. The slight jump in Inger’s power let him know they were on the right track. Akeesha had just got the left leg loose when Zahra started to orgasm!

Akeesha let go of the mental chains as Zahra started to scream even louder. Zahra couldn’t believe that such feelings existed! She’d always been led to believe that all males cared about were themselves. She heard they all only taksim escort wanted to hurt strong females! What was going on? There was no pain! No caring only for his self! As of yet Master Jake had yet to reach his release!

As soon as the chains weren’t glowing Jake thought as well as he could for them to be weak again. Damn it! This was going to take all the will power he had! This Jinn was as tight as Gen was! It was taking all he had to not let loose within her! Even as he watched he saw Inger’s other leg come loose.

Slowly but surely Jake could feel the chains that were wrapped around Inger start to fall away. Good he could feel that she was almost back to normal. They still had to leave before he could; they were free though they had no power.

Suddenly Inger sat up kissing Akeesha a smoldering hot moment of passion that made all the chains suddenly vanish!

Inger looked at Jake smiling then Akeesha and her both rose toward the opening. Breathing a sigh of relief Jake finally started to plunge faster into Zahra. Zahra, screaming out even louder, Jake had to hold on as the body of the visage began to convulse, thrashing back and forth.

Jake had held back as long as he could, his scrotum almost in pain from want of release. Finally seeing that the both of them were gone, Jake roared out as he felt his cum. Shit he thought, this was going to be huge! Shooting out in an almost continuous stream, Jake felt her fill to over flowing. Still moving he could feel it leaking out around his organ.

Zahra’s eyes went wide as she felt the hot seed of Master Jake filling her. Then eyes went wider! She could feel it; she could feel all of it! By the great Jinn! It was glorious! Suddenly looking over she saw that her prisoner was gone! For a moment, only a moment, she thought this was all a rouse, but how? No man she’d ever seen or felt was like what Master Jake had.

Suddenly tears started to form in her eyes. “I am sorry that she is as evil as she is Master Jake. Thank you for showing me what this is supposed to be like. All this time I thought it would only be pain.” Turning away she whispered, “It is a shame she will never know of this.”

“What do you mean?” Jake asked of her.

“I know that this part of her has to die. It is an unfortunate thing; I think she could have learned from this. It is one of the main things that keeps her as bad as she is.” The visage sadly told Jake.

Jake sat back a moment as he thought about this. Looking at the visage he could feel that everything about it was different. What the hell was going on? If he had sex with the real bad Jinn would she turn also? Smirking Jake thought damn! Maybe I am becoming a sex god!

A moment later Inger appeared glowing, her power at full. Jake moved in front of the visage as Inger gasp.

“It’s alright Master Jake, move a little and I will end her!” Inger growled out.

“NO!” Jake shouted. “I have a plan.” Motioning to Inger, Jake leaned to her whispering to her. At first she shook her head her eyes wide. As time passed Inger looked at the visage with a surprised look then started to nod. Finally a wide smile crossed her features.

“If all is as you say Master Jake, then there is an extremely great chance it could work. I am willing to take the chance if you are Master Jake. I owe you three times now, not sure if I can even begin to pay you back.”

Nodding Jake watched a few minutes then was suddenly opening his eyes. Groaning he heard Akeesha’s voice, “Finally praise the great Jinn he’s awake!”

Sitting up he saw all his Jinns worried faces. Then he groaned when he saw that both Mary and her father were looking at each other suspiciously. Another groan beside him as Inger sat up. Whispering she said, “It is done Master Jake, though I am still unsure.”

Jake was suddenly forgotten as Mary and Akeesha rushed to hold and kiss Inger. Both of them were looking her over making sure that she was whole. Laughing Inger said, “I am fine, though mistress?” She said directly to Mary reaching up to touch Mary’s crotch. “I do believe I haven’t finished your loving,” causing Mary and Akeesha to smile at each other.

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A Drow’s Dilemma Ep. 56: Planning

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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 56: Planning

Despite being insulted by the now absent nymph’s assertion that she needed Caleldir and Ashyr after that emotionally charged sexual encounter she had just witnessed, the mage did not try to snatch her hand back when Ashyr reached out and grabbed it. The older pulled the younger over to the part of the bed filled by Ashyr and Caleldir. Their lips met over Caleldir in a quick, surprisingly tender kiss. Selene settled into a reclined position after their lips parted, her body casually pressed against Caleldir’s. Ashyr shifted into a very similar position on the male’s other side.

“So… that turned out a little… differently from what I expected.” Ashyr observed with a slight smile. Her focus shifted equally between her two lovers, for both had emotional reactions that they may have wanted to talk about.

“Yes.” Selene agreed softly. Her gaze was towards the middle-distance, unfocused. “What even was that… I’ve… I’ve never seen something so intense.” The younger drow’s voice was very soft when she said this – almost out of the range of hearing for both the people in the room.

“I am not sure what to think about what just happened.” He said at last. He sighed, then gave Ashyr his trademark lopsided smile. “I think that if any other women want to tag along with our group, we should fervently deny them. Four ladies is quite enough for me.”

“Bah, what if I’m not done adding to my harem?” Ashyr retorted playfully.

“If you want to keep adding to your harem, that is fine, I suppose.” He said with resignation. “But women in your harem tend to becomes women in my ‘harem’, after a fashion, and I really do not have the emotional or physical stamina to keep up with more than the two of you, let alone five or more.” He went pale even thinking about that, although the heat across his body showed that at least part of him was thinking about the possibilities in a positive manner. His emotional stamina was likely the weak link here, as it was becoming increasingly obvious that his physical stamina lasted exactly as long as he wanted it to.

“I am not in anybody’s harem.” She grumbled irritably.

“No. No you’re not, dearest.” The older drow responded, but she had a feeling that that was not what bothered Selene. The mage had to know that the two of them were joking (mostly.) “Both of you are too important to me to even remotely be considered ‘harem’ status.”

That seemed to calm the mage a little – or at least, Caleldir felt her tensed muscles relax. She still had a grumpy look on her face. He gave the elegant woman a fond squeeze. “Harem is really the wrong word for me. I am more of a multi-user sex slave than a harem master. And you are my primary owner, in the sense that you were first.” His tone was joking, and his words probably not to be taken seriously. Probably.

Selene grunted at Caleldir’s reassurance. Ashyr chuckled for a moment. “Yeah, I guess we have sort of been treating you like that. I’d apologize, but I know you like it. And I’m not at all sorry.”

“I will never admit that I like it.” Caleldir said airily. “But I accept your apology all the same.” The fact that she had not apologized did not enter into it, as he was of course just being difficult. For a certain value of ‘difficult’.

She shot the male a knowing smirk. “You can certainly keep up with us physically – you can’t fool me; I bet we could double the females here, and you’d still keep up. You’re just going to have to stop falling in love with all of them. I’m certainly not in love with everyone I’ve fucked regularly.”

The look on his face was almost comical. It was something between excited lust, stricken worry, and puritanical scandalization. “I do not know how to properly respond to that.” He muttered. It was not as if he was in love with every woman he had had sex with. Althaia was more of a friend, and Naliira, Carlotta, and the other four nymphs were all just acquaintances. But he had great difficulty separating sex from love. He was not even sure that that was something at all desirable.

Ashyr curled up against Caleldir. Their legs tangled together automatically. Selene likewise settled into the three-way cuddle, but not before using mage hands to float kadıköy escort over one of the remaining bowls of food. She set it within reach of herself and the other two and began absently snacking. Caleldir was half inclined to eat, but the other half was more inclined to keep his arms around the two drow. Fortunately, Selene had a Mage Hand spell, he had near-unlimited telekinesis. But eating while lying down and floating food into his mouth made him feel like a complete slacker, so he sat up against some pillows propped up against the headboard, and used his right hand to begin eating. That happened to be the one around Ashyr, much to his regret. Then again, it would have been an equal amount of regret to let go of Selene, so…

She didn’t seem to mind so much that Caleldir had to remove his arm to eat. Ashyr joined him in a partially upright position and began more than just absently eating. All that sex was hungry work, even though she hadn’t participated as much as she usually would have. She caught Selene shift deeper into the bed as if the younger drow was uncomfortable. “Got something to say, dearest?” Ashyr asked.

“I am not your ‘primary owner.'” Selene protested. “As Matron, Ashyr is.”

“Tell you what: we can have equal shares in ownership.” The older drow responded when the same amount of amusement she held for the conversation so far. She gave the man in question an affectionate rub on the shoulder closest to her. “He can be like your sire, Sornamal. That is, unless you don’t want to be the Duskhaven Consort, love.” Her gaze, which had been trained on Selene to gauge her reaction to this, finally moved to Caleldir. She didn’t much like talking about him like he was some object to be owned – which, of course, was ridiculous, because that was how she often treated him anyway. Ashyr blamed her upbringing.

“It was different with my sire.” Selene claimed with her usual haughty expression. “That was political. We needed the Lltkahril line to get the other major houses to recognize us as a legitimate house. The city was not enough. No one will see a pale half-nymph the same way. I may have come to terms with the fact that I carry his offspring, but I didn’t have much choice.”

“Come to Terms…” Ashyr repeated in a mocking voice. “You’ve more than ‘come to terms’ with it. Or did you think I haven’t noticed the way you look at him sometimes?”

“That is not the point!” Selene said quickly as she pulled away from Caleldir to better face her cousin.

Caleldir was rather quiet as he listened to them talking about sires and consorts. There was an increasing suspicion in his head was that Selene was becoming something of a Tsundere: that was, she pretended to have less feelings for him than she did. Ashyr knew her far better than he did, but if the cousins were going to force each other to confront their feelings, he felt awkward being here. Especially if said feelings involved him.

“I understand what Selene meant, Ashyr.” Caleldir said gently. “But she does not need to worry. Althaia gave me that Ring of Race earlier today.” He closed his eyes, concentrating, before shrinking down a foot of height and a proportional amount body-mass. His skin and hair each became photo negatives of themselves: turning from white to black and black to white. He opened his eyes again, and they were a fiery orange-red. Even as a drow, though, his nymphen good looks shown through. He smiled brilliantly, his snowy white teeth flashy against his charcoal skin. “See? No one has to come to terms with anything!” He looked at the two drow. “Wow, the two of you are… rather big, all of a sudden. I think that Selene is actually a bit taller than me.” He put his hand to his forehead. “This is going to take some getting used to.” He seemed to sway a bit.

Selene studied his race-changed appearance. Then she sighed, and tension she did not realize she was carrying eased slightly from her mind and body. “I had forgotten about that ring.” The mage admitted.

“Magic artifacts cure a lot of ills.” Caleldir said sagely.

“But even then, he may be a good choice for us genetically, but socially, he’s no one.” Selene observed.” We cannot publicly declare him like our mothers had with my sire. We need to find another son of another house if we decide to do that at all.”

“I don’t want some other lame-ass noble’s son.” Ashyr declared. She slipped onto his lap, now finding that she had to look down at him slightly when she did this. He was probably around the same height as her. Not even Tsabdrin was that short. A smirk pulled at the edges of her lips as all sorts of naughty ideas ran through her head. “And face it Selene, neither do you. You already have the social benefit or whatever the fuck it is from your Lltkahril blood.” As she said this, Ashyr’s hand ran across Caleldir’s dark face and through his white hair as if the visual proof of his change had not been enough. Any excuse to florya escort touch him, really.

“Noble lineages do not spring out of thin air. Ultimately, they form because they are strong, and stay as long as they keep that strength. Which means, if you want a ‘sire’ who is someone you can publicly declare, then all I have to do is become that sort of person. Or, at very least, messily murder anyone who says that I am not. That is the drow way, is it not?” By his tone, he might actually have been serious.

“You probably don’t have to do anything!” Ashyr exclaimed. “As soon as they see the daughters he can sire, even our society will be impressed. Haven’t we been over this before?”

The younger drow made a noise of agreement, mullified for now, but in need of some serious thought. Selene shifted back into more or less the position she had been in before, cuddled up as close to Caleldir as he could.

“Wait, you are not suggesting that I be the focal point of another Duskhaven breeding program, are you? Because I would not be down for that.”

“Yes and no.” Selene answered. “A publicly declared Consort is, as far as I’ve seen and read, the closest thing the drow get to arranged marriages. It’s more a marriage to the house than to an individual: not nearly as exclusive, and not necessarily permanent (but usually lasts until the Matron or Consort dies.) If a female of the house wants to breed, they would generally prefer to use the Consort as long as he’s not directly related to her. It’s up to the Matron’s preference; she can deny breeding rights to anyone. The Consort also typically controls the affairs of any males and children of the House and sometimes even the lesser workings of the properties the House owns to lighten the load of his Matron.”

“That makes sense.” He mused in reply to Selene. “Since there are only two female members of House Duskhaven, both of whom I am sleeping with all the time anyway, I have no objections to such a plan.” Basically, as far as he understood it, if he were made House Consort, he would be the de-facto spouse of both Ashyr and Selene, formalizing their current relationship. He would also be a sort of steward or overseer, working for Ashyr in administration. Well, he had already planned on doing that. He was not completely sold on the idea of playing second fiddle, but as long as Ashyr did not treat him as a lesser, he did not mind his formal position being in theory lower than hers. He preferred reality over symbolism, after all.

“So like I said, the situation is similar to what I’ve read in books about monarchical society. With the gender roles reversed, of course. Its purpose is both genetic and political. But I have a feeling that Ashyr’s motivations are emotional as well.” Selene shot a glare at the woman in question. “It makes all of us vulnerable, Ashyr.”

“If you are worrying about people harming me, remember that I am, effectively, completely immortal.” Caleldir noted. “Goelon can be killed, but it would take a near-divine level force to do so, so unless Aralolth is the one targeting House Duskhaven, I am the last person you should worry about protecting. That said, if it is kidnapping that you are worried about…” he grimaced. “I suppose I have a tendency to get myself captured by things a lot, which would royally inconvenience everyone, I am sure.” Plus, he had heard bad things about drow torture techniques. He had cracked pretty fast under the efforts of the Port Afron interrogator, and that guy had been small potatoes compared to the reputation of the dark elves.

The ranger’s face grew serious. “If we declare him, there will be less chance of petty acts against him by another House. Harming a Matron’s favorite male is merely obnoxious. Harming a House’s Consort, however, is an act of war between Houses.”

“So, as I said, all I need to do is become someone powerful enough that the other drow houses will respect me. Do not drow respect the sufficiently strong, even if they be from unknown origin?” He shrugged. “Then again, maybe they would just think that a lowly male is getting above his station.” He thought for a moment, then an idea popped into his head. “Alternately, I can resurrect a vanished noble house, and claim to be the last scion of that house. Deusterra was allied with drow city by the name of Blackdawn underneath my home country for one and a half centuries before I was even born, but though the city was effectively part of Deusterra, they never formally severed ties with the drow capital, nor openly foreswore Aralolth despite being secret Ellistraeans. The Blackdawn family were planning to declare their true allegiances and turn on the other drow once The Incomplete was, well, completed, but you already know who that turned out.” He paused for a few seconds. “It may be a long shot, but what do you think the results of me claiming to be from the Blackdawn family would be? It would not be a lie, as I escort mecidiyeköy was given honorary membership in the House due to my having mentored their heir: Lady Nirza Blackdawn.”

“Blackdawn?” Selene responded thoughtfully. “I have read a little about them in the histories. Mostly that they were more closely related to another part of the world than the Capital, and then contact with them and the rest of the Underdark was split after the undead invasion that the Grandmatron fought back, which ended a particularly catastrophic cave-in. We never managed to retrieve anything about them – which was a shame, since despite their growing disconnect with the rest of our society, they were generally accepted to be well-bred and respectable. Any noble who paid attention to their lessons would have similar information and likely not much else. The histories had no idea they were on the cusp of betrayal. If we introduce the concept correctly, they might accept that farce. The name would never be as prestigious as Lltkahril, of course, but… it would gain us a little respect. We could have done much worse.” Selene explained.

“Honestly, although I knew the Blackdawns I did not know anything about how the other drow viewed them. I guess the main hurdle we would have in establishing my identity as one of them would be the fact that, as far as I am aware, they vanished at the same time as the rest of country. That is, twelve hundred years ago.” He pursed his lips, as he often did when thinking. “Perhaps I could go with a variation of my own history: something about ghosts or sealing or something.” He shrugged. “If we can find some excuse as to how I am a member of a house that has been extinct for more than a thousand years, I could do my part.” He smiled broadly, and switched to fluent, very archaic, Undercommon. “I think that I could do a good job of convincing people I am from the past, right?”

“I think you could pass. And naming you official Consort would protect you from being interfered with by lesser Houses. But then there are a couple of greater Houses that Ashyr has already pissed off. Specifically by ‘interfering’ with their Consorts. They could still hold those grudges and retaliate similarly.” Selene let out a sigh of resignation. “But, overall, there would be less to threaten you. And those that would, would probably do so anyway whatever title we give you.”

A grin spread across Ashyr’s face at her cousin’s mention of her interference with other Houses’ Consorts. “Hey, those males weren’t forced to do anything they didn’t want to. It was their Houses’ fault for not keeping them happy enough to keep them loyal.”

“And I have told you a dozen times that the Matrons don’t see it that way.” Her exasperation was hard to miss. It was clearly a very, very old argument.

This did not stop Ashyr’s mischievous grin. If anything, it made it wider. Her hips rolled a couple times against Caleldir’s now dark skin. Her body was already beginning to have its usual effects on him. For one thing, it was now apparent that he had left one part its regular size… Unsurprisingly, she was still thinking about the sexual possibilities of Althaia’s – now Caleldir’s – ring despite the serious conversation that persisted. Quite frankly, she was surprised that the nymph never saw fit to use it – no, no, it made sense if she gave it even a little thought. When one was a sexy nymph with literal blinding beauty, why would one choose to be anything else?

Selene’s information about how Ashyr had interfered with the consorts of other Houses caused Caleldir to blush a bit. His blushing was far less visible with deep charcoal skin than it had been with his pale marble features. “It seems as if you have led quite a life, Ashyr.” He said diplomatically. He was worried a bit about what Selene meant by ‘retaliate in a similar way’. The image he had in his head was an army of Ashyr’s from other houses trying to subvert his loyalties through seduction, which was mostly disconcerting.

“Well, I am almost two hundred years old. I was actually conscious for most of it, and sexually active in the Underdark for at least half that time.” Ashyr responded with a grin. “One gets around.” By the look on her face, one would assume she was proud of herself. And she was.

“Two hundred, eh? I am both considerably more and considerably less than that. So I am not sure whether or not I qualify as your elder.” Caleldir mused.

“Of course, you are the conquest I’m most proud of.” She informed him with a lopsided grin. Then she pressed an affectionate kiss against against his lips.

He smiled. “I am flattered. I am glad you ‘conquered’ me.” He thought for a moment. “Although, I suppose that, unless you have known a lot of half-nymph half-titan ghost kings, I am almost certainly one of your most unique conquests.” He returned her kiss with one to her cheek, though Ashyr was unsatisfied enough with that that she kissed him on the lips again, this time with a bit more passion.

“Dearest, don’t you think we’ve had enough sex for today?” Protested Selene. She had a feeling that she knew where this was going – that is, if she didn’t manage to stop it. “Besides, we’re trying to figure out this ‘Blackdawn’ thing. You’re distracting all of us.”

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A Demon’s Child Ch. 10

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Saban

“You’re sure it’s the demon lord you’ve found?” asked Anita.

Evona’s image in the mirror nodded. “He’s got several other demons with him.”

“You’re probably right, then,” I agreed. “Demons generally only spend time in groups when there is a lord to keep them from killing each other.” I thought of my own subjects, and for the first time in a while, I wondered how they were doing. Odds were they hadn’t been killed by outsiders. I had a reputation for brutal retribution against those who dared to harm what was mine, so most demons would recognize my mark and leave my subjects alone. Starvation was a definite possibility, though, if they didn’t maintain the mushroom farms properly, as was internal conflict.

I did worry about them sometimes, especially the weak ones, like Runt. I also worried about Estries, newly sent to the demon realm. However, going home to check on them would mean leaving Anita, and she had no way to summon me back. If she tried, odds were good she’d get another demon instead.

I focused back on the conversation at hand. Evona was speaking. “…and then we can send Saban to-“

I blinked. “What?”

Anita sighed. “Pay attention. Evona was laying out the plan for the ambush. We’ll need to completely circle the hollow, or we’ll risk some getting away.”

“Can’t Saban just control them all?” asked the blond wizard who’d helped last night. I’d forgotten his name.

I gave him a look. “Controlling other demon lords is hard. I wouldn’t be able to do it at all if this one wasn’t so much weaker than me. Taking control of him will require several seconds of concentration. During that time, the other demons will likely scatter.”

“Won’t he order the others to attack you?” asked the other wizard from last night. His name started with an L, I recalled. Lino? Litrin? Licey?

I snorted. “I’m sure he’ll do that at first, but as soon as I start to get into his head, his control over them will break. Then they’ll scatter. Actually, he’ll try to run, too. I’ll need to have him pinned so I can concentrate without him getting away.”

Evona nodded. “So, first we encircle the hollow, ideally without alerting the demons to our presence. Then, Saban goes in.”

I chuckled. “All the flying I’ve been doing lately has given me an idea. What if I drop in from above?”

Evona shrugged. “If you think that’s a good idea. Once Saban and the other demon lord are fighting, as he says, the other demons will scatter. We’ll catch or banish them as they pass the circle.”

I blinked. “We?”

Evona sighed. “Frankly, I’ve gotten a bit bored sitting in Rowan Castle coordinating things. Master Wizard Theno will take over for me, and I’ll be joining the hunt.” She smiled, a sudden feral look in her eyes. “It’s been quite some time since I’ve gone up against a demon.” She looked at each of us in turn. “You each understand your parts?”

The wizards nodded. I rolled my eyes. “Of course.”

Evona nodded decisively. “Good.” And with that, she cut the connection.

It didn’t take Anita long to pack. After all, she’d only brought her overnight bag. Saying goodbye to the family took longer.

Anita’s mother held her close. “It has been so good to see you. You don’t come home enough.”

Anita hugged her back. “I come home whenever I can. I’ve just been busy lately.”

To my shock, I got a hug from Ian, or, rather, my leg did. A second later, Clara and Bell wrapped their arms around my waist.

“You’re going to come back, right?” Ian asked.

I awkwardly patted his head. “Next time Anita’s here, I’ll be with her.”

I caught an odd look in Anita’s eyes. Before I could ask her if she was alright, she smiled, and then bent down to grab Ian. “You be good, squirt,” she told him, giving him a quick squeeze.

Clara and Bell got hugs of their own, and then it was time to go. I walked into the stable in my human form, and trotted back out as a horse. Anita mounted, and we were off.

*

Anita

Several hours after I said goodbye to my family, the ambush was set. I held Saban close. “Be careful, ok?” I asked him.

Saban snorted. “I’ll be fine. You’re the one who needs to be careful. If you break something, it takes longer than a few seconds to heal.”

I nodded. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

I stepped back and watched Saban go off into the underbrush. A few seconds later, a falcon took off, circled me once, and flew away. I watched Saban as he flew off, until his bird form was just another tiny dot in the sky. Only then, with a sigh, did I look away.

*

Saban

I’d circled as low over escort fındıkzade the hollow as I could without giving myself away. Evona was right; it was the demon lord and his minions. If falcons could grin, I would have. Now came the fun part. I absorbed my falcon wings, and began to plummet.

I shifted rapidly into my natural form as the ground approached. A hundred feet up. Feathers gone. Ninety. Tentacles popped out. At eighty feet, I began to grow. Seventy feet, and my beak and claws were gone. Sixty feet, I was human sized. Fifty, the size of a horse. Forty. The size of an elephant. Thirty. Twenty. Ten- Nine- Eight- Seven- Six- Five- Four- Three- Two- One-

Impact. The ground trembled beneath me. I was in my battle form, covered in spikes and claws. I was also the size of a small house. I stretched, relishing the feeling of being my normal size. Then I roared.

The demons in the hollow were all in their true forms. Just as I had hoped, the shock of my entry had stunned them. It hadn’t occurred to any of them to run. Not yet. I could feel their terror. My many toothed mouth curled into smiles.

As my barbed tentacles snapped out to grip the young lord, the other demons turned tail and ran. -Come back!- bellowed the young lord in mind speech, but he could not command them. I was already in his head.

As the other demon thrashed and squirmed and wailed, rapidly shifting in an attempt to escape my grip. Swiftly, I wormed my way past his defenses, avoiding some and shattering others. I was not gentle. Both physical and psychic pain made the demon scream in agony.

And them it was over. The other demon lord lay beside me, unable to do much more than whimper. I wondered how Anita was doing.

*

Anita

The ground beneath me shook, ever so slightly. I heard a distant roar. Saban.

Master Evona nodded. “That’s the signal. Move out!”

I heard her signal being repeated to both sides of us as the rest of the circle was told. Then, Master Evona kicked her horse into a trot. I followed.

A trot was the fastest thing a horse could manage in this mangle of undergrowth, so we trotted. I could see the wizards to either side of us getting closer as the circle tightened. I wondered if any of the running demons would come in this direction.

And then I was no longer wondering. A squealing blue thing came racing to us through the undergrowth, headless of both the thorns and the uncertain footing.

Master Evona snapped her fingers, and the demon was engulfed in a bright light which lifted it off of the ground. Then Mistress Evona chanted the banishing incantation, and it was gone. She yawned. “I seem to remember demons being tougher to deal with.”

I shrugged. “That one looked pretty weak.”

Most of the wizards halted once the circle was tight enough, but Master Evona and I continued to the clearing. Saban stood there, lounging against a large sapling. He nodded to me, expression smug. “I got him.” Beside him, a large, booger green mound moaned softly.

“Fascinating,” Master Evona murmured. “Can you hold him for a bit longer? I’d like to run some tests.”

Saban nodded. “I can hold him for as long as I like.” He poked the other demon lord. “Need him to do anything?

*

Saban

Evona took her time studying the demon I’d caught. By the time she finished, the sky was being to darken. Some of the wizards, Master Evona included, headed for Rowan, intending to ride through the night. Others camped out here. Anita made sure our campsite was well away from the rest.

“So, mistress,” I purred at Anita, already knowing the answer to my question. “I’ve been a very, very good boy. Do I get to feed?”

Anita smiled at me. There was an odd look in her eyes. Before I could say anything, or even figure out what to say, her smile widened, and the look was gone. “Tonight,” she said, “You get to do anything you want to me.”

I grinned ferally. “Anything.”

Anita nodded. The odd look was back, but I didn’t care. “Anything.” She pulled out a small bag. “I even brought some toys.”

The toys in question consisted of rope and cloth for a gag. I grinned. “Strip,” I ordered Anita.

“Yes, sir!” Anita said, grinning.

I watched as she removed her clothing. “More slowly,” I told her. “And try to imagine what I’m about to do to you.” I fished some tent stakes from one of the bags.

Anita frowned. “What are those for?”

I chuckled. “You’ll see. You’ll see.”

Anita’s underwear fell to the forest floor. “Ok, now wha- mphh!”

I grabbed Anita, stuffing escort maslak her mouth with a tentacle. Her hands I swiftly bound behind her back. Then I shoved her to the ground.

She was fighting, but only, I knew, for my amusement. Her only emotions were happy anticipation. But even if she fought for real, I knew, at this point she could do nothing to stop me. She was mine.

With Anita pinned gently to the ground, I bound her ankles to the tent stakes, which I then shoved deep into the earth. Another rope when around her chest, threading beneath her bound arms. I staked that rope to the ground on either side. Then I released her. “Try to get loose.”

She squirmed. “You know I can’t,” she told me. “I can’t even close my legs. I am completely, and utterly, at your mercy.”

I grinned. “That you are, dear one.” I looked her up and down, committing the sight to memory. A single tentacle toyed with one of her nipples. “Maybe I should just leave you here for a bit. Go have a chat with your fellow wizards, or something.”

She snorted. “What would be the fun in that?”

I smiled. “You’re not the only one who brought toys.” Out of my pocket, I pulled a small harness and a vibration stone. “Recognize this? You were drooling over it at that shop, but you didn’t get it. So I did.” I tapped the rune to activate it. The stone began to buzz. “I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.”

Anita blinked, surprised. “I thought you didn’t like vibration stones.”

I grinned. “I don’t like it when you use them without me. Me using them on you is an entirely different story.” Without another word, I knelt, and fixed the harness into place.

Anita squirmed. “Saban-“

I swiftly gagged her with the cloth. “I think what I’m going to do is set this stone to tease, and then go do something else. When I come back,” I said with an evil grin, “You’ll be all ready for me!”

“Mmph!” protested Anita.

“Anything I want,” I reminded her.

*

Anita

Normally, I’d be thrilled that Saban was spending time socializing without me making him. Right now…

I squirmed, trying desperately, hopelessly, to work my clit free of the vibration. “Mmph!” There was a crashing in the bushes nearby. I froze. A bear, or even a squirrel, would be unable to get through the wards. Another wizard, however… And even if it was just some local woodsman, he would still be able to see me! I stifled a whimper and froze.

The crashing moved away. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I yelped into my gag as the vibration stone, tuned to my emotions, decided I wasn’t paying enough attention to it and turned up the vibration.

I squirmed, whimpering, and my arousal grew, and then- And then the damned stone just turned off. It was set to tease, I remembered. No matter how long Saban left me here, it would never, ever, let me cum. I moaned in helpless frustration.

Saban, I knew, could feel it when I felt strongly about something. I’d had some luck lately keeping certain emotions from him, but there was no way I could block his sense of my growing lust. He could feel me, lying here, struggling, almost but not quite cumming. He was probably getting quite a kick out of it. Demons, I remembered, tended toward the sadistic. Apparently even when they were in love.

I neared climax once more. I began to try to rub myself against the stone. Stupid, the harness kept it firmly in place, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to cum! Oh… The vibration stopped.

Several minutes later, it started up again. I moaned. How long was Saban going to leave me like this?

*

Saban

I felt Anita nearing climax a sixth time, and said my goodbyes. I’d startled most of them by appearing without Anita, and made more than a few of them nervous. As I headed back into the darkness, I chuckled. Scaring wizards was kind of fun. Maybe I should do this more often…

Anita’s desperation grew as the stone wound down again. I heard her whimper. Stopping just outside the circle of light left by the glowstone, I watched her for a moment. Her power was flaring out from her in wild, lustful spikes. Delicious. I got rid of my clothing.

I stepped into the light, smiling wickedly. “Miss me?”

“Mmph!” Anita pleaded.

I shook my head. “Not yet. I feel like testing my self control.” After all, the longer I waited, the better her power would taste.

I paced around Anita, looking down at her, as she squirmed and whimpered. Mine… I felt a tentacle reaching for her, and stopped it. I wanted to watch her squirm a bit more.

And squirm escort topkapı she did as she almost, but not quite, came to climax. I laughed. “You look a bit frustrated, my dear.” I savored the power I held over her. I could leave her like this all night, and she couldn’t do a thing about it. My grin widened.

Anita glared at me.

The next time I felt her approaching climax, I couldn’t wait any longer. I reached out with a tentacle, ramming it into her juicy pussy. Anita jerked in surprise. Then she jerked again as she began to cum.

I stood over her, watching, as she came and came. I siphoned power up the tentacle in her pussy, and spasmed briefly as the taste of it hit me. Normally, we’d have worked up to this point together, with me taking small sips of her power as she came closer to her peak. I hadn’t realized it, but the small sips had been acclimating me to the overwhelming flavor of arousal and lust. This time, I’d taken a straight hit of climax without any preparation. I sank to my knees. Gods…

By the time Anita’s climax ended, I was a bit dizzy. “We need to do that again sometime,” I told Anita, ungagging her.

She gave me a startled look. “You sound stoned.”

I laughed. “Maybe I am!” Tentacles reached out to undo the ropes as I stood. “Your power… If I take it that strong, without preparation…” I shivered.

Anita laughed. “So, what ne- Oof!”

The oof was me lifting her up and sliding her down onto my cock. I began to work her up and down mercilessly, one hand under each butt cheek and a tentacle on her clit. Another tentacle looped around her waist, and two more began to play with her nipples.

Anita laughed nervously. “Saban, I think I’ve ha- mmph!” Once again, I cut her off with a tentacle in her mouth.

“You haven’t had enough until I say you’ve had enough,” I purred in her ear. “So stow the complaints, and just focus on cumming.”

Anita nodded, eyelids fluttering, “Mmmmmmmm…”

And cum she did. I felt her pussy tighten on my cock. If she was another demon, that might have made me cum. As it was, it was just another sensation almost lost in the flow of power. Delicious, delicious power… I sighed in satisfaction as, just after exiting her previous orgasm, she entered the next.

*

Anita

We fucked almost until dawn. I was pretty sure Saban stopped taking my power after about 3 am or so, but he still kept going until I was almost too tired to keep my eyes open. I didn’t go to sleep, however. Fishing some magic inks out of my bag, I painted a rune on my palm.

Saban leaned over to watch. “What are you-” He started as I whipped my hand around, planting the rune on his forehead. “Anita-“

“Sleep,” I told him, and he slept. With a sigh, I slid into my bedroll beside him. I needed to recover power before what came next.

“It has to be done,” I murmured to myself. I tried to savor the feeling of Saban’s warm body against mine. After all, it would be the last time. I planned… I planned to banish him.

Saban was immortal. I was not. Eventually, I would die, and he would be left to mourn for the rest of eternity. The only way to avoid that- The only way- Was to banish him. Banish him, before grew any more attached. Banish him in such a way that he would hate me. I winced. It was the best thing for him, but still felt like betrayal. Heart aching, I drifted into an uneasy sleep.

*

Saban

I awoke in the center of a pentagram. I traced the lines of blood on the stone with a finger. What had happened? Had we been captured again? Where was Anita? Was she ok?

Anita was fine, I realized as I stood up. Anita was the one who cast the pentagram. I blinked at her. “What’s going on?”

Anita tossed her hair, eyes hard. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m getting rid of you.”

I stared at her, shocked. “Why?”

Her eyes hardened further. “I don’t love you. I never will. Eventually, I’ll fall for a human man, and then what?” Her eyes narrowed. “You don’t share well.”

I pounded frantically against the pentagram walls. “We’ll work it out! Don’t do this!” I slammed my shoulder into the pentagram hard enough to break bones. It had no effect.

Anita began the chant.

I slammed my entire body into the pentagram. “Anita! Please!”

The chant continued.

“I’m begging you!” I pleaded as I pummeled the barrier with tentacles. “Anita!”

Anita stopped. Looked me in the eyes.

“Goodbye,” she said, emotionless, and I felt myself being pushed away. My eyes locked with hers. “You’ll pay for this,” I promised my hold on this reality broke. Oh, yes, she would pay.

*

Anita

As Saban vanished, my self control snapped and I burst into tears. Sinking down on a rock, I reminded myself, “It had to be done. It- it had to be done.”

Saban was gone now. He was gone, I thought as I sobbed, and I would never get him back.

To be continued in A Demon Scorned…

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A Dragon’s Tale Ch. 12

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CHAPTER 12: “All warfare is based on deception.” — Sun Tzu

* * *

It took most of Kendra’s willpower not to tap her foot on the floor or get up and start pacing. She’d been waiting for two whole hours. Falkaan had drilled it into her head for years that you should never let personal ticks in speech or body language give away what you were thinking or feeling. He was right of course, but sometimes she wished she could just be herself and not worry about allowing her mood to show.

Alas, that wasn’t possible for someone in her line of work.

She’d already memorized the entire waiting room to the Magistrate’s office; every stone, every ludicrously expensive painting, and every ostentatious gold-plated bauble. She idly wondered how the commoners would react if they knew he possessed such wealth.

“Supreme Magistrate Haglath will see you now.” A clerk announced, and opened the door leading to his office.

Kendra walked through it as if she was perfectly calm, while hiding the impulse to throw something. That beast might’ve escaped her last night, but fortunately there was more than one way to skin a dragon.

The Supreme Magistrate’s office was even more ostentatious than the waiting room. She resisted the urge to curl her lip in disgust at the obscene display because since she knew exactly how immoral cowards like him obtained great wealth.

The man himself looked like he had been born with a frown on his face. The age lines around his mouth told of a thousand displeased expression that had been etched into his face through countless repetition. His hair was gray and his eyes were cold, ruthless, and calculating.

Right now though, displeasure was a mild way of describing his expression. He looked ready to rip a suit of armor apart with his bare hands. He was pacing so aggressively that Kendra might’ve felt sorry for the floor, if it wasn’t covered in a rug that probably cost more than most people make in their lifetime.

“What do you want?” he snarled without preamble.

“To tell you who really killed your son.”

The Magistrate stopped in his tracks and narrowed his eyes at her. He made a thoughtful noise low in his throat and steepled his hands together before indicating an ornate chair for her to sit in. She sat down and he followed suit, sitting in a massive chair that resembled a throne behind a large and ornate desk.

“I’m listening.” He said.

Kendra told him about the events of the previous night, the ‘man’ flying out from his son’s bedroom, how she had wounded and tracked him, and where he was now. He listened without interruption and only spoke when she’d finished.

“You’re a member — or former member — of the emperor’s personal guard.” He said.

It wasn’t a question.

Kendra suppressed a smile and a chuckle. Everyone always — and incorrectly — assumed that she’d learned her skills from those incompetent bozos, not that he needed to know the truth. It was always easier to let stupid men on a power trip assume they had figured things out themselves. It was even better to feed an idiot’s ego to make him more pliable.

“You’re quite perceptive.”

“What’s the Emperor’s interest in this?”

“None, I operate autonomously and without oversight.” Kendra replied. “I’m in the problem solving business Magistrate.”

“Oh?”

“Perhaps I should say I’m more of a problem eliminator.” she let that hang in the air for a moment before continuing. “You have a dragon problem, I have a solution.”

“It’s easy enough to get him for my son’s murder.”

“Ah, but there’s no evidence, and obviously an agent of the emperor can’t go on record to testify. I have a better solution.”

Haglath scoffed. “So do I; a few coins in the right hands will make the beast disappear. Permanently.”

“Ah, but then you wouldn’t have the satisfaction of seeing it personally.”

“I’m listening.”

“What if I could get that beast to die in front of you with the full cooperation and power of the law, plus the popular support of the people?” Kendra let a subtle, wicked smile creep onto her face. Not too much, but enough that a clever man would notice.

On second thought, she made her smile a little less subtle. “How would you like to see that dragon ripped limp from limb before your own eyes?”

Haglath smiled wickedly.

She let her smile reach her eyes; that damn dragon was as good as dead.

* * *

Ethan awoke to discovered someone had painted the entire world purple. Wait, no that wasn’t right. He shook his head and as his sleep-addled brain began functioning properly, he realized he was on the Astral Plane again. He sat up, which felt weird because his physical body remained where it was.

Alana was asleep on the bed next to his body, having finally moved enough that his cock had slipped out of her. The pure, unadulterated joy on her face when she’d told him she was pregnant was just…

There were no words.

Personally, he didn’t know what to think. He had always escort çapa loved children and wanted to jump for joy, but he was also on the run from one of the most powerful and ruthless men in the land. He touched Alana’s shoulder with his purple-hued hand and it passed right through her. She seemed to enjoy the touch though, because she snuggled closer to him in her sleep.

“She’ll be alright you know.” A gentle voice said from behind him.

He whipped around to see a woman sitting on one of the stone benches that had been cut into the wall. Unlike literally everything else, she wasn’t hued in purple. She was wearing clothes of the purest white. Her clothes and skin seemed to shine like the sun, but with the warmth of a flickering candle. She had the beautiful face of a young woman untouched by age, but the eyes and presence of someone ancient and full of wisdom.

Her heart-shaped face was the picture of perfect femininity and was beautifully framed by her long hair which was probably blonde, but that might’ve just been the light. She had a soft smile on her face that went a long way toward allaying his suspicion.

“Who are you?” he crouched low in a defensive stance. You know, just in case; he wasn’t taking chances with his wife and child there.

“Don’t be afraid; I would never harm you or your lovely wives.”

“Wives?”

The bright woman nodded. “Haven’t you married three women so far?”

“Only two, and one of them… she didn’t make it.”

“Ethan, that wasn’t your fault.” The bright woman looked directly into his eyes for a moment, and he felt something inside of him shift slightly. Suddenly, he didn’tfeel like her death was his fault anymore. All of his guilt about it evaporated on the spot. The sadness remained, but the shame and guilt didn’t.

“Who are you?” he wondered aloud.

“My name is Gabriella and I have two messages from my Lord.”

“Oh?”

“The first message from my Lord is: ‘You’re welcome’.”

He cocked his head to one side. “Huh?”

“I was only given the message, not the meaning. As you fell asleep with your beautiful first wife–“

“Wait, Alana isn’t my first wife.”

“No?” She raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you bond to her shortly after arriving on this world?”

“Well yes, but we didn’t get married until last night.”

Gabriella gave him a smile much like a parent would give to a child who was slow to understand something. On anyone else, it would’ve come off as disrespectful and irritating. On her, it didn’t bother him in the slightest for some reason.

“Ethan, is binding your magical essence and very soul to another person less of a commitment than saying vows?”

“Well, I guess not.” He admitted. That was the same argument that Taloni used and he had to admit it was pretty convincing.

“So then, she is your first wife.” Gabriella indicated the sleeping wood elf. “As to my Lord’s message, He said you thanked Him for something as you fell asleep last night. He says ‘You’re welcome’.”

He vaguely remembered giving a silent ‘thank you’ to whoever had brought Alana into his life, but he’d done so silently. He hadn’t spoken it aloud, only thought it.

“Wait, how did he know? And your lord was responsible for that?”

“You’ll have to take it up with Him.” Gabriella replied. “The second message is less of a message and more an instruction, almost a prophecy if you will.”

“Prophecy?” He scoffed. “You expect me to believe you can tell the future?”

Gabriella laughed. It was a kind, pleasant laugh. Ethan was sure she was laughing at him but there was no malice or disrespect in her laugh; it almost made him want to laugh with her.

“I can’t tell the future silly.” She said with a caring smile. “But my Lord can.”

He raised his eyebrow.

She followed suit. “You can accept dragons, magic, and elves but not prophecy?”

“Well, uh, when you put it that way…”

Gabriella held up her hands as if to say “see.”

“Okay, what’s this prophecy?”

“Oh, it’s notquite a prophecy.” She corrected. “I said it was ‘almost a prophecy’. Truth be told, it’s more of an instruction about what my Lord wishes you to dowhen something happens in the future.”

“Okaaaay.” He said, unsure what to make of that.

“One day soon, you will fight a deadly foe and emerge victorious. However, in your victory you will leave a lighting shaped scar over their heart. Don’t let them die. No matter what happens, you must not let this deadly foe die. This person will be one of your greatest allies… after they’ve finished trying to kill you.”

“Seriously?”

“I am merely the messenger, relaying a message from my Lord. If you don’t like the contents, then please take it up with Him.”

“How would I do that?” He asked.

“Just tell Him; He’s always listening.”

Ethan took in her bright appearance amidst a sea of purple, the cryptic pronouncements, the strange prophecies, and vague references to her ‘Lord’. “You’re an escort fatih angel, aren’t you?”

Gabriella smiled. “Your English word ‘angel’ comes from the Greek word ‘angelos’ which means messenger. I certainly am a messenger, so in that sense I might be.” She finished with a wink.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“No, I didn’t.” Gabriella inclined her head to the side again, as if listening to something he couldn’t hear. “It’s time for you to wake Ethan; your lovely wife wishes for your attention.”

He glanced behind him and could see Alana beginning to stir. He turned back to discover Gabriella was right in front of him, in his personal space.

“Enjoy this morning Ethan; there are dark days ahead.” Then she placed her hand on his chest, and gently pushed. She was incredibly strong. He couldn’t even resist her as she pushed him inexorably backwards into his body. He opened his mouth to speak, but was sucked into his body before he could.

* * *

Ethan opened his eyes to see an absolutely gorgeous pair of hazel ones staring back at him. Alana was laying on top of him, running her fingers across his scaled chest, tracing the outline of his well-muscled torso.

“Good morning beautiful.” He said as sleep faded from his mind.

“Good morning yourself.” She stared into his eyes for a moment, then rested her head on his chest and snuggled closer. “This right here; this is perfect.”

“Yeah it is.” He gently stroked her lovely chocolate brown hair. It was soft, silky-smooth, and the most chaotically beautiful case of bed-head he’d ever seen. Yet it didn’t appear to be tangled because his fingers never caught as he ran his hands through it. He was effectively combing her hair with his hands.

“That feels nice.” She sighed.

He let his fingertips trail down until they ran over the smooth skin of her naked back. “Yes it does.”

She leaned up slightly and he noticed the birthmark on her left shoulder again. It was slightly larger than a quarter and a greyish-brown color; almost exactly between the color of her hair and the color of his scales. It also looked like it was covered with miniature dragon scales, though he knew from last night it was as soft as the rest of her skin.

“This is interesting.” He said touching it slightly.

A slight shadow crossed her face and suddenly she looked a little self-conscious.

“I actually like it.” He assured her.

“Really?” She looked hopeful.

“Absolutely.” He nodded, and she seemed to relax again so he continued. “I just meant the appearance is interesting. Did you notice it looks a bit like dragon scales?”

She looked at her shoulder. “Hmm, you’re right. I guess it does. I’m not the only one in my family who has it either, though it’s very rare. I think it’s hereditary, though only the women in my family have ever had it.”

He gave her a playful smile and glanced down at her naked body. “Well, you definitely are a woman.”

She looked up with a wild, sensual, and playful look in her eyes. “Would you like to have me… sir?”

“Always.” He smiled. “But I still don’t understand why you’re calling me ‘sir’ all of a sudden. Not that I’m complaining.”

The wood elf closed her eyes and sighed as his hands traced down lower on her back and onto her butt. She sat up, raising her arms above her head to display her naked body in all its glory.

And it was glorious.

Her breasts were impossibly perky. Though not large, they looked like they ad been chiseled out of marble by a master craftsman. Above that, her hair fell in waves that cascaded down her front and just brushed the tops of her breasts. Her slender neck flowed into a face that had a look of supreme happiness on it.

He was hard almost instantly.

“I call you sir because it seems appropriate.” She said with a sigh. “And also, it turns me on… sir.”

“Oh?”

She nodded and wiggled her body slightly, so that her nether lips were rested along the shaft of his cock. She started to gently rock her hips back and forth, gently stimulating both of them.

“Oh, by Illuminar that feels amazing.” She let her head roll back and moaned, before looking at him. “I’m still me Ethan. I still have my own thoughts and opinions. I’ll still disagree with you occasionally and I’ll speak up if I think something isn’t right.”

She started tracing her fingers over his chest again. “But in here — in bed — I’m yours. I’m completely yours… sir. I swore to follow and obey you when we married, and I meant it. In bed, I’ll do whatever you want, and do it gladly.”

“Whatever?” he asked playfully.

“Whatever.” She replied seriously. “If I didn’t make this clear last night, let me do so this morning. I utterly, completely, and unreservedly give myself to you Ethan. That includes my body, for you to use and for you to enjoy in whatever way you see fit. I trust you completely and know you’d never hurt me. So Ethan, please, feel free to ‘use me’ however you escort nişantaşı want… sir.”

He blinked. “You want that?”

She nodded as she slowly ground her nether lips harder into his cock. “Oh, in the worst way possible.”

Warning bells were going off in the back of Ethan’s mind. This really didn’t sound like Alana at all. Despite that, he could tell through their bond that not only was she perfectly serious, but also what she was saying was making her incredibly horny.

“What happened?” he asked. “You weren’t this… submissive before.”

“We weren’t married before.” She smiled. “Besides, I’m still the same person. I’m still the same girl who gave you a piece of her mind when you ran away.” She glared at him slightly. “And I’d do it again if you ever tried to run away again.”

“I won’t.”

“Good.” Her face instantly softened and her eyes became doting again. “But I don’t deny that things have changed. We’re married, and I vowed to follow and obey you.” She got a playful expression on her face. “You wouldn’t want me to lie would you?”

He chuckled. “No, I just want to make sure you’re still you. I kind of like you, you know.” He glanced down at his massive erection which was slowly being covered with her juices as she continued rocking.

“I can tell.” She sighed. “Dear Illuminar in heaven, why did we wait this long?”

“You aren’t kidding.” He growled. “I’m just glad I have you now.”

“You do have me.” She said, then giggled slightly. “I kind of like the idea of you ‘owning’ me.” She added, and a burst of arousal came over their bond.

“Alana, I don’t want–“

“Not like that silly.” She said with a smile. “I just like the idea that I belong to you, and only you. Not like I’m your property or anything, just that you… own me. Rats, that doesn’t make sense at all.”

His cock was aching for attention and he could feel the dragon half of him rising in approval at what she was saying.. “I kind of like that idea too, that no one else gets you but me.”

“I swear, no man will ever come near me.” She said fervently, then her face turned impish. “But if you marry other women…” She rocked her head back and forth as if considering.

His dragon side leapt for joy at her words. “Ride me.” He commanded as his cock reached near diamond level hardness.

“Yes sir.” She said as she nearly jumped up to straddle him. “It will be my pleasure… sir.” There was something both reverent and playful in the way she said ‘sir’. Like it was a private joke just as much as an honorific title.

She reached down and placed his cock at her entrance, which was nearly dripping wet already. Without a moment’s hesitation, she slid down, spearing herself completely on his shaft in a single go. She sighed as she did so, and look of complete bliss crossed her face.

“How can this be so wonderful?” She wondered aloud as her face and their bond revealed she was radiantly, perfectly, and incandescently happy.

He growled in agreement.

“You know.” She said as she began to rock her hips back and forth. “Last night, you put a baby in my womb. I’m carrying your child.”

“I know.” He growled as the thought made him grow even larger. He slid his hands up her flawless sides and began to explore the acres of tantalizing flesh before his eyes.

“In a few months, I’ll start showing.” She said as she kept a slow, steady rhythm. “Then everyone will know that I belong to you.” She moaned again as her words turned her on even more. “They’ll all know I spread my legs for you and let you take me. The proof — your baby — will be there for all the world to see.”

He started gently kneading the flesh of her butt as she talked. He had a lot of self-control, but he wasn’t going to last long with her talking like this. She leaned forward so her hair created a curtain around their faces. He could see her body and face, but nothing else.

“When I’m heavy with child, they’ll all see that you own me, and when your other wives see it, they’ll want the same.”

He got the distinct impression she would never say something like that under ordinary circumstances. But now, with his cock inside her and her on the heights of pleasure, her inhibitions seemed to be down. An image of Taloni and Alana — both quite pregnant — came unbidden to his mind. As he luxuriated in that image, Alana started speeding up. Her hips worked faster to stimulate him as he felt her arousal increase yet again over their bond.

“Just imagine Ethan, just imagine all of your wives naked, pregnant, and lusting after you. Imagine us all in your bedroom, knowing that you’re bred every one of us and we’re all carrying your children.”

She was working him as fast as she possibly could and her arousal at the idea rivaled his.

Knock! Knock!

Ethan growled at the door and whoever had dared to interrupt him.

“One minute.” Alana called is as normal a voice as possible.

“Okay.” Rachel’s voice came from the other side of the door.

Then the wood elf started riding him even more vigorously as she leaned forward and whispered into his ear. “Cum inside me; let’s see if we can make it twins.”

He did.

Three of his balls pumped their content into her and she had a mini-orgasm as his seed hit the entrance to her womb.

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A Gift from an Alien or What Pt. 05

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{Definition TT equals Thought Talk between Bill and Josh}

Chapter 42

Next day as we walked to school which was about two miles the Doc said the exercise was good for the kids. The roads were clear but the sidewalks weren’t so everybody used the roads. We were into that transition between winter and spring lots of rain and freezing rain.

Brad and Jim came to the lunch room and they had no eyebrows.

Bill asked, “What the fuck did you guys do, you look like queers.”

“It was Joanna Hanson,” they said. “He hates gays, bisexuals and gays. He was in line for the scholarship that we got. He drugged our water bottles and when we passed out he shaved us bald everywhere.”

“Julie said everywhere?”

“Yes Mistress Julie,” they said.

Tt, “Bill said where did that come from?”

Tt, “This came from you, when you ask me for them to obey family. I did and this is their concept of that.”

After school we took Brad and Jim home with us. Everybody got their laughs he even shaved the crack of their ass. Upon closer look it wasn’t shaven the prick Hanson used a laser removal something that would take six weeks before it would even start to grow back.

Josh had Brad suck him even took him to bed and was made to suck him all night long the doc came by and fed Josh with an IV by morning Brad had some eyebrows and hair all over his body. Josh had Brad suck him all day and by school out time he was close enough to normal.

Josh then did the same to Jim and kept Brad home that 3rd day to. While they were out of school Julie and Tanya were bragging to Hansson how funny Brad and Jim looked basically to win his favor. Three days after the incident with Brad and Jim after winning Hanson’s favor invited him to their pool for a private party. They said, “Come to the pool after school. After school when he arrived at the house Tanya invited him into the kitchen and the girls gave him a brandy with a special mix. They drugged him in the kitchen. Then Brad and Jim came in and stripped him. The four of them used the no-no hair removal system on Joanna Hanson. They went one step further the shaved Joanna Hanson hair making him bald then used the Laser hair removal on his head as well

Just as Joanna was coming around he was by the pool and Josh said, “Joanna Hanson, suck my cock.”

Joanna was on Josh’s cock in a flash and Josh said, “From now own girls don’t interest you. But seeing cocks make you hard and you can only cum if you are sucking a cock. You need to cum every day so you must find someone that will let you suck them.”

Josh continued and said, “If they make conditions like they well if you let them fuck you will. From now till school ends this year and you will be in school each day not to learn but to admire the guys and walk around showing your bulge in your pants and you will wear clothing that shows that well.”

“You can masturbate all you want but you can’t cum unless you’re sucking cock.”

“You will obey any one of my family as if it were me and Brad and Jim are part of my family. You can tell no one what happened here today and never can you harm anyone of the family or allow anyone else to do so. Do you understand Joanna?”

Joanna nodded yes and Josh took his cock out of his mouth. “Please Josh let me suck your cock. I am called master in this house or when we are alone.”

“Fuck you I am not calling you master.”

“Then leave my home.”

“But I want to suck your cock.”

“Listen to the fag,” Brad said wiggling his cock Joanna licked his lips

Joanna said, “Brad let me suck your cock please.”

Brad said, “Master told you to leave now go as the guys all waved their dicks.”

Beaten he turned and said, “Master my I stay and suck your cock.”

Josh said, “That’s better go service the others I don’t want that fag mouth on my cock.”

Joanna went to Brad, “May I please suck your cock.”

Brad said, “Yes after I fuck your ass.”

Joanna screamed as he was had a virgin ass, by the end of that evening Hanson never had a virgin anything. His ass was broke in even some of the girls used a strap on while Joanna sucked off the guys.

Jim said, “You can suck me and I will do your ass when Brad is done.” By the time Joanna left he sucked all the guys off but Josh and was fucked in his ass by all. Joanna had to lick up his own cum each time he came.

Chapter 43

The next day in school it was amusing to watch Hanson wearing spandex with a hard on looking at the guys he got quite a few slaps in the head from guys and from what Brad said,” he was used quite heavily in the showers both wholes were filled class after class.”

For the most part Brad and Jim were left alone everybody had a hole to fuck much better than a mouth especially from a guy that was straight till this week. A few guys fucked Brads face because Hanson was busy being used.

Graduation was only a week away Hanson came to Josh. “Master I will be your slave forever I know I did wrong but please fix me for graduation.”

“You escort taksim heard were moving,” Josh said.

“Yes master I will go anywhere there is nothing left in this place for me I will follow you anywhere and be your humble slave.”

“Brad, do you and Jim want this fag to help in security he would be your responsibility”

“Please Brad and Jim I will suck you every day or you can fuck me but let me get out of here,” Hanson said.

Brad and Jim said, “We well make good use of him for you master if you let him come.”

Josh said, “Fair enough, fag, come suck me off.” Hanson sucked Josh all night and half the next day and his hair was back the next day in school Hanson was still used by everybody that would be for another week.

Tanya was busy doing the gowns and suits for the dance. Josh went to the city by cab had him wait as Josh picked up his order from the jeweler. Josh examined all the six rings. His was a wedding band with Brenda’s Jade stone in the center with the birthstones of Barb, Millie, Julie and Tanya around it. Each one representing my love my queens as the inscription said. Looking at four of the girls ring they all had a two carat center stone with four half carat stones around the main stone. Inside was carved same as Josh’s My Love on one side. My queen on the other side. A {J} on the bottom opposite the 2 caret stone. Inside was the same inscription on all rings. Brenda ring was the same except the stones were much bigger. Josh came home with box of chocolates for the family had to have an excuse for going to town so they thought not a four hundred dollar cab ride.

Chapter 44

The next night Tanya had a dress rehearsal and Josh said, “Tanya you must dress also and I made Millie and Barb dress to I had a special surprise for them.”

Doc, Brad, Jim, Hanson, Frank and Bill were there. I wasn’t sure how Bill and Frank were going to take this but here goes.

Josh went to Millie first, knelt on one knee and said, “for my love my Queen.” She waited till I placed the ring on her finger as I stood she said, “Josh I love you.”

Josh said, “I love all of you” and kissed her and stepped back bowed and said, “My Queen.”

Josh went to Barb next did the same and with the same results Frank sat there with tears in his eyes.

Josh did Tanya next she bawled as he placed the ring on her finger. Josh had to grab her so she didn’t fall. She was so overcome with joy she couldn’t take her eyes off it and she read the inscription and bawled some more as she got her composure she said, “I am sorry master.”

“No master here tonight “Josh said.

“I love you Josh.” Tanya said.

“As I love you all,” Josh said.

Next Josh knelt and slid the ring on Julie’s hand. Josh said, “I love you my Queen” and as I stood “I love you Josh, my brother, my love “and she cried in my shoulder.

Josh moved to Brenda who as he suspected was a little miffed.

Brenda said “are you sure you want to give me one sarcastically?”

“Of this I am sure Brenda,” smiling. I bent down on one knee and with the box closed I said, “Brenda Mitchell will you marry me to be one of my Queens and my wife” and opened the box the ring had a four carat stone in the center and four, one carat stones around them.

Brenda stuttered, “I I I am”

Josh broke in “I only want to hear one word out of that sweat mouth of yours my love.”

Brenda said, “Yes oh yes my love my King.”

Josh said, “more than one word but it will do.” Josh slipped the ring upon her finger as we hugged and kissed and all gathered round.

Frank went to the liquor cabinet and come back with champagne he opened it and served glass to all he said, “I bought this for your graduation but I guess this will do double duty.”

Tanya yells. “Don’t you dare spill it on your gowns!” We all laughed It must have been an hour or so when Bill thought talked me.

Tt, “Bill said, “I know you own us and have saved my life but I love Julie and you have claimed her.”

TT “Yes I have but you always knew that from the start I love all these women a bit more with Brenda and I feel that in you with Julie I want you to be with her always but we have to share so get your head around it.”

Tt, “Yes sire,” Bill said, still not happy.

Tt, “Bill you are my best friend and as such I tell you this now. That first night way back when, Julie’s mind snapped. I broke her like I did Brian. Her mind got rewired that night and she is in love with me and you saw the last time I joked with her it affected her badly.”

Josh continued, “I know she loves you but she also loves me and because of our past in her mind she owes me her life. Neither of us can do anything to stop that. I am afraid to touch her mind on that for fear of losing her to reality all together.”

Bill tt, “Josh I never realized that but you are right she is very fragile as we seen from that last episode. By the way that was great I really enjoyed seeing you as a bisexual fag eating my cum. That escort etiler was fantastic and felt good to. Oh yea by the way anytime you like I will fuck your face so you can have all my great cum you like so much”

Josh, tt, “two inches remember.”

Tt, “Yes boss.”

The girls went and got their dresses off and us guys our suits. Back on the terrace the girls all came running back very excitedly, “Millie, Barb, take your ring off.”

“Not on your life they would have to cut it off my dead body,” Millie said.

“Mine to said Barb.”

“No silly there’s an inscription,” Julie said, as she was the only one with their eyes not full of tears as Tanya and Brenda took up slave positions in front of Josh. Josh said to himself “I seen this on the internet girls on their knees legs spread girls leaned back holding their ankles exposing their cunt and tits all at the same time.”

Tt, “Bill said that is awesome view.”

Mille and Barb read the inscription and followed suite took up slave position in front of Josh.

Josh said out loud, “All my Queens in slave position how beautiful is that. Bill, come over here and share Queen Julie display for us because I know it’s not just for me and Frank get over here and feast on our sweat Queen Barb.”

Josh said, “I was going to wait till we got to our new home but with all this Queen slave pussy I can’t wait. Slave Queen Brenda on your knees and open this box an as you place this ring on my finger I want all my queens to repeat their vow to me.”

They all nodded as Brenda open the box she almost fainted. “Steady girl,” Josh said.

As Brenda put the ring on my finger in unison they said, “Where thou goest we will follow my King”

Josh said, “Where did that come from your king!”

“Yes your majesty, if we are you Queens then you must be our King,” as Brenda kisses my ring finger and returns to slave position.

Josh said, “rise my Queens,” each one individually rose and kissed Josh’s ring saying “I love you your majesty.”

Bill was the first guy he knelt and kissed the ring and said, “Where thou goest I will follow your Majesty.”

Frank the doc, Brad, Jim and Hanson all followed suit.

“Now what did I start,” Josh thought.

Chapter 44

That night I slept only with Brenda. Bill took Julie, Frank took Barb.

I made passionate love to my Brenda. During one of our rest breaks, she was admiring the ring on my finger when she noticed and said, “That’s my birthstone in the center.”

Josh said, “how observant my Queen” as he thrust his cock deep into her causing her to cum again.

When she come down she said, “and that’s Julies stone,” and Josh thrust into her a few more times then she said, “oh my god Its all our birth stones with mine in the centre,” as she is crying and cumming again, “I love you my love, my king, my sire, my everything.”

“At breakfast Brenda showed all the girls the birthstones of my Queens they were all over me again wanted to go to bed not school.

This was it the last day of school a chance to say goodbye and talk about Collage University and careers this was it thirteen years of school for most twelve for me as I jumped one. We had a chance to say good bye to the teachers it was pretty informal everybody going every which way there was a lot of buzz over the rings and Brenda bringing girls to see mine. At noon we went home to get ready for the dance.

As we left the school there was somberness amongst us. We were happy to be graduating and all that but we knew that this was the last time we would ever see this town or people again. We would soon be leaving and while others may end up in the same situation they would not realize it now.

We knew for a fact we were never coming back to what was our childhood home. At home there was a lot of activity getting ready for the Prom. Josh had orchids for Brenda, Tanya, Julie and roses for Millie and Barb.

A limo picked us up Millie and Barb and Frank were chaperones. At the dance the king and queen danced first. Julie and Josh naturally took the floor. For the last year they were the most popular two every day. They had the first part of the dance all to themselves then all joined in on the dance floor. Then we all danced. Josh took turns with all his queens even the chaperones were dancing with Josh. About mid way over the speakers the band stopped and had a special request which he said we normally don’t do for proms but this one requires special attention. The Leader of the band reading a script said “months ago Josh Davis proposed to Brenda Mitchell and she said yes.

Prom King Josh Davis and Prom Queen Brenda Mitchell have proposed and accepted to be married and so were told she now has the ring to prove it.” As a special request a old, old, waltz. And a special statement which has meaning to them ‘where thou goest we will follow’ “The band started playing why me lord as the applause was drowning out the band the actually stopped till Josh and Brenda took escort besiktaş the floor and the classmates gathered round as the band started up again and they danced to that old 70’s song, “why me lord what have I ever done to deserve even one of the kindness you shown”. The next song was the same era again for the two starting out life together the song, Bridge Over Troubled Waters but this time Josh and Brenda was joined by their class mates. Josh made a special effort to dance slow waltzes with Tanya and Julie although Bill was taking care of Julie quite well. At the closing of the dance Brenda and the girls were surrounded by well wishers. Josh was drug into the middle and girls were all hanging off him and kissing him. We said in passing we were heading to the bar on Main Street and soon we left.

After the dance the limo took us to the local bar for food and drink. Most everybody heard we were going there and the place was packed I think our whole school was there. We all ordered burgers and fries and Frank ordered picture of beer most of us never drank but we figure may as well Julie, Tanya, Brenda, Barb and Millie all went to the wash room and our server came over it was no other than Carlen.

Josh said, “I want another server.”

Carlen said this is my section you can move if you like wait in line again. I will put in a good word for you, not, she said with venom. About that time Brenda, Tanya, Barb, Julie and Millie were coming back. The manager came over Josh explained how Carlen tried to kill his fiancé and his children just by luck we stopped her. “We would like another server please.”

The manger said, “This is my niece. I think you best leave so there is not an incident and he called over the bouncers. The manager said, “This party is leaving.”

Josh through two cents on the table saying, “That’s for the service.”

The bouncers went to grab Josh but Brad, Jim and Hanson stood up and said, “Greg, Will, he is our friend, Brad yells out football team on me now hut, hut, you want the third?” Greg and Will were team members last year they knew what the third hut meant. Their face turned white as ghost. There was no way they were prepared to take on the whole team and more. The music stopped the place got deadly quite. All these huge football plays ready to strike.

The manager said, “Throw these bums out.” Jim said, “You see my team you want this place destroyed in about two minutes flat?”

Frank spoke and said, “We were leaving you force our hands with all these pregnant ladies and do you really want to what is left of your bar when the football team get through with it. Then let’s not forget the press will destroy you.”

Frank said, “my lawyers will do the rest you are already looking at suspension of license threatening pregnant ladies think my friend John Steal, head of liquor licensing for the province, will not take kindly to this.”Frank pulls out the tape recorder.

The manager almost shit his pants and thought “who were these people, “and said, “There is no need to do that I am sorry but my girl here lost her chance at an education and it is a sore spot.”

“If you want to have your establishment closed permanently keep going on this line.”Frank said.

“Back of Greg, Will let these people alone”

“Brad thanks guys for your assist” and the place went back to normal as Carlen red faced stomped away again. As we left many other groups turned their beer upside down and left as well the place was all but deserted. What should have been one of their busiest nights was now like a Tuesday night.

Chapter 45

We left went to Tim Horton’s for juice and tea better than beer anyway Josh thought. It wasn’t long before the place filled up with all our classmates. Frank didn’t realize how popular his kids real were. A lot of the girls that were staying and going to Acadia said it was going to be their mission to put that pub out of business. We asked don’t do it on our account. They said that guy was a jerk and Carlen should of begged your forgiveness not acted like the righteous woman wronged.

“At any rate we don’t wish to pursue it,” said Josh

Our group started talking about leaving and there was some talk about waiting till after the kids were born and then talk about how many months after before they could fly.

Josh said, “Nope we leave this week.”

“What about the house,” Barb said?

Bill said, “His grandparents just lost their home to fire old wiring.”

“Ok they can stay in ours; rent is to take care of the place.” Bill called his grandparents they were there next morning.

Everything was set packers came in we were off in less than 48 hours. Saturday we arrived in Hawaii. As we were flying I fucked all the girls and then I had Bill and Frank do all the women to. This is the first time I put Brenda out to be fucked by anyone but me but we all had fun and we now all belonged to the mile high club. Brian, Brad and Jim fucked Hanson, so I guess they were members to. Brian was told you well be bisexual soon. Most of us have never left Nova Scotia this was our first big trip. Tanya was air sick, but doc took care of that quickly.

We enjoyed the big island and the guys liked the dancers “Wow could those bellies twist” said Brad. We were on our corporate jet clear blue sky for a three hour flight.

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A Brave New World Pt. 01

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Marketa Willson stood in front of the door, awaiting her turn. She knew this was her certification day, it had all been ordained by the New World government. It had been in 2375 when the wars ended, and a new and powerful world body had taken over. Now in the year 2400, what began right after the new world order was founded, was a well-entrenched reality. The ruling body had maintained that the only reason for war was sexual frustration. If men were allowed the freedom to expel their natural horny drives on ready and willing women, that should insure peace.

Like every female baby that was born, Marketa had been carefully monitored. At the age of 18, those with the most attractive outward appearances would be called up to report to the government-run centers. She had received her instructions and had carefully read them, and had watched a training video that had been included so that she knew what was required of her for her initial assay.

Marketa was resigned to her fate, the ruling body had an iron grip on the world population, and you did as you were told, or you ‘disappeared.’ She would be trained, then bought and paid for by the businesses that wanted to offer the wealthy, well-connected male clientele the release of their sexual desires on her body.

When the door opened, Marketa went in quickly. The door was closed, and a guard moved in front of the door. Marketa marched up to the desk, where a man wearing a white lab coat sat. He pulled out a handheld scanner and found her name.

He looked her in the eye, and with no hesitation, she opened her dress and let it fall. She was now stark naked, the instructions had specifically said, no underwear of any kind. Marketa had heard stories of women who overlooked that rule. Their underwear was ripped off, tossed into a shredder, and the woman would be cuffed to a metal bar, and have her ass whipped with 5 to 10 lashes, depending on how much underwear she had been wearing. Marketa did not know if this was true, or whether it was rumors or innuendo, but she wasn’t interested in finding out, firsthand, the veracity of that story.

She put her hands behind the nape of her neck, lacing her fingers together. This caused her breasts to jut out, as the man with the lab coat got up, and circled her body, she could feel his eyes traveling over every inch of her nude flesh, almost like a physical touch. He activated the scanner, and ran it over every bit of her body, getting a close record of every smooth soft curve.

He then stood to the side, and his hand reached out, cupping a breast and playing with her nipple. Marketa made a low, growling noise in her throat, and her nipple stiffened up immediately, he toyed with her tit for a minute or so, then switched to her other nipple, tweaking and pulling as her other nipple rose up, just as stiff and hard.

He played with her nipple, then released it, and on the scanner’s keyboard, he noted, “Nipple responsiveness, Level one.”

His hand reached back out, and he swirled it downward, through her neatly trimmed nest of blonde pubic hair, and found her pussy. He slid his finger in and noted with satisfaction that she was indeed a virgin.

The New World government had a very strict no-sex ban before being escort şişli selected for the servicing centers. Any that were no longer virgins would have the choice of being exiled in the wastelands or being a fuck toy in the all-male prisons.

Another notation, “Certified virgin” was added to her checklist.

Both hands reached down, cupped her ass cheeks, and fondled them, judging her sexy moons. She knew that they were sexy, in the darkness of her room, long after midnight, by the light of a candle, she had let her 20-year-old brother jerk his cock while he stroked her ass cheeks. That was as close to her virginity as she was prepared to go, the punishment for non-virgins was no rumor, it was a reality.

Her examiner wrote a few notes, and said, “Oral training, go through door 5 please.”

She quickly did as she was told, and she met her attendant. She was going to be trained in the art of oral sex, she would learn how to be a first-class cocksucker. Once her training in oral pleasures was deemed to be proficient, she would be offered up to the businesses that served wealthy, well-connected clients. There, she would be ready to take to her knees and suck whatever cock was offered to her, with no hesitation.

She would serve six months as a paid-for cocksucker, then she would be returned to the training centers, for fucking. Before they took on the first cock, they would have their hymens broken, the bidding for the honor of bursting open their virgin barriers was always a frenzied affair, and the rich and powerful would pay huge sums to the ruling body, for being the one to claim that prize.

Once the lucky winner had broken them open, they would either be immediately vended out, for businesses that wanted the hot, wet, almost virgin cling of a just deflowered pussy for their clients or be trained to be a hot, wet, eager live fuck doll, for businesses that wanted their clients to get a hot, wet, skillful ride.

Marketa knew that the ones who really enjoyed it, and showed such inclinations to more, would be sent back to the training centers after a year, and moved up to ass fucking, orgy, or for the really hot ones, the Kink section.

Her attendant was a large fellow, strong but not cruel. Knowing what was required of her, she opened her mouth, and a thick leather cord was fitted between her lips, in a cleave gag style. She was led down a long corridor. Producing a key, her attendant unlocked a door, and led her inside, closing and re-locking it behind her.

The room was half in darkness, and she looked around at the bare walls. This was as far as she had been informed, now it was time to show a new arrival that they were under the government’s control, and to give them a small taste of what would happen if they decided to try and revolt.

A large viewscreen mounted on a pedestal came on, and she was watching a stern-looking man, and he began, “Welcome Marketa, this is your introduction to the facilities. You will find there are many rules and regulations, which you will be instructed about. Discipline is swift and certain for breaking any rules. To deliver the point, we must give you a small taste of what occurs if you break the rules.”

She beyoğlu escort was led forward, the pedestal swiveled for the screen to follow, and as dim, recessed lights in the darkness came on, she saw it. A large Y-shaped steel beam was mounted on the floor, and her arms were bound above her to pegs in the tops of the Y. She felt a large leather strap being looped around her torso, and she was bound securely to the beam.

Her attendant said, ”Bite down on the gag, it may make it easier to bear.”

He produced a small whip, she saw it, and she bit down, hoping that would…Swish, CRACK..and her screech of pain was muffled by the leather gag, as the lash bit down on her ass. The whip drew back, and another lash struck her ass, her muffled shriek sounding as she felt the pain explode again, and she suffered three more lashes, her muffled shrieks and howls of pain accompanying the angry red welts rising across her ass cheeks.

She felt her arms being freed, and she slumped down, her attendant lifted her up as she wobbled on her feet.

The viewscreen was still on, it must have been a two-way, the stern man had watched her getting whipped, and he said, “Marketa’s attendant, excellent technique. Marketa, that was your warning. Any discipline that has to be administered for rule-breaking, will start at 10 lashes, with a larger whip, and will increase to 15, 20, and so on, until you are dissuaded from such behavior. In our time here, only ten have needed 10 lashes, three eventually had to take an extra 15 lashes, and one, who was very rebellious, eventually had to take an extra 20 lashes. Even the most rebellious one finally surrendered after her naked backside was blistered with that last dose of 20 strokes of the lash.”

Marketa could believe that her ass was throbbing with the pain, and that had only been 5 lashes. She felt that 10 strokes, with a larger whip, would kill her. Any idea she may have harbored about acting up had been quashed, most effectively.

The stern man on the viewscreen said, “Ungag her, and let her suck your cock, and you can rate her technique.”

Oh, that felt so good, to have the leather strap removed from her mouth. She was working herself up, she’d rather have a cock than that cruel strap in her mouth, and she knew what to do. She knelt and watched as he unzipped his pants.

A 7-inch cock, rock hard and ready greeted her eyes, and she grasped his shaft and pulled down on the foreskin, the head popping out. Remembering the training video she had been shown, she licked his cock head, listening to his grunt of pleasure as she orally serviced him. She slid her lips around his cock, and took him in until just his cock head was in her mouth, letting her saliva coat the head, and swirling her tongue all over it.

Her attendant’s louder grunts of pleasure encouraged her, and after a minute or so, she slid her mouth down, down, swallowing him slowly. She took him in halfway, pulled back, and bobbed her head back down, again with the tight, wet slide, taking in just a bit more on each bob.

“Yeah, oh yeah baby, suck my cock.”

Her attendant’s obvious enjoyment spurred her on, and she started to get into a rhythm, a bit more on güngören escort each in suck, back, a bit more, a bit more until, there, she felt his balls touch her chin, as she swallowed him down to the hilt.

Pulling back, she again swallowed him to the balls, she could feel his cock starting to twitch, and on the third full gulp, he grabbed her head, grunted, drove his cock in, and let go.

She felt two hot blasts of creamy cum fired straight down her throat, she pulled back, her tongue swirling around his shaft, and took the rest of his load, thick streams spewing all over her tongue, filling her mouth. He really had a big load, she quickly swallowed her mouthful, and as his cock pumped more hot spunk in the mouth, she swallowed that and kept him in, nursing on his prick, sucking him until he had lost every drop to her hot, wet mouth. She drew back slowly, tightening her lips, to suck out all of his load.

When he pulled his cock out, he turned to the viewscreen and reported, “Cocksucking technique, level 1.”

The stern man said, “Good, very good Marketa. You seem to have a natural talent for cock sucking, it will not be long before you can be vended, and you will be an asset to the business that selects you.”

Marketa was led down a hallway, and a door slid open. She was in a medical bay, and her attendant had her lie on the table, with her ass jutting up. He took an atomizer, aimed it at her blistered, throbbing cheeks, and depressed the plunger. The fine mist floated gently down, and the effect was almost immediate. Marketa felt the hot, throbbing pain bank down, the cooling relief, another spray from the atomizer drifted down, and the hot, painful throb was dulled down to a far less painful dull ache.

Her attendant then led her into her room. Marketa had not been informed of her room, and she was surprised. It was an opulent suite, with a large queen-sized bed, a separate living room, with a large view screen, a large couch, and a recliner.

This is nice, she thought. She had wondered about whether she would be crammed into some crackerbox apartment, but this was roomy, pleasant pastel colors on the walls, she would like it here.

When her viewscreen came to life and showed her the meal choices, she got another surprise. Top-of-the-line meals, from the most exclusive dining areas, were presented for her selection.

Her attendant commented, “We will make sure you are well fed and taken care of Marketa. Your physical appearance is directly tied to your value when you are vended. On the keypad, press 3 for a list of your activities.”

Marketa did so, and she saw her routine for the coming days.

Wake up time, 8:00 AM

Breakfast, 8:30 AM

Rules and regulations class, morning training 9:00 AM

Fitness class, 10:00 AM

Massage, 11:00 AM.

Lunch, 12 Noon

Relaxation time, 1:00 PM – 3:00 PM

Afternoon training, 3:00 PM

Common room, 3:30 PM – 5:30 PM

Dinner, 6:00 PM

Recreation time, 7:00 PM – 10:30 PM

Bedtime, 11:00 PM

Her attendant left, and Marketa was checking out her list of activities. She knew the training classes would be where she would suck hard cocks, sharpening her cock sucking skills, until she was totally proficient. So far, so good, she could handle cock sucking, and in a way, she was looking forward to becoming very proficient. It gave her a sense of power to have her attendant’s most personal orgasm in her mouth, her ability to make him explode, flooding her mouth with a rich flood of hot cream.

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I had just nodded into sleep a few minutes after midnight when I was awoke with a flash of car lights through my window. I threw my blanket to the floor in a pissed off fit as I grabbed my boxers at the foot of the bed. My wife stirred and asked me who was outside. I didn’t answer.

I swung my front door open to find my sister in law stumbling out of her car. She was twenty and anxiously awaiting the day she became legal, so she could graduate into full blown alcoholism. April walked clumsily to the door, a red haze swimming around her usually vibrant emerald eyes; she clutched a strawberry wine cooler like a life support unit.

“The hell are you doing driving?” I asked.

She didn’t answer, but she walked past me and let herself in. I sat on the couch and prepared myself for her sad reportoire and tales of love gone wrong. I had memorized all of her weepy tales from previous drunken visits she had blessed me with. She had just moved in with the supposed love of her life and the bliss was fastly turning dull.

“Kurt’s being a dickweed.” she said, throwing herself on the couch next to me.

At that point, I decided I would listen. I was all kinds of pissed off for being woke up and it was often fun to fuck with her fragile head.

“Oh now,’ I said. ‘You just don’t understand men.”

“I understand everything, I got y’all figured out.” she said as she pulled from her drink.

“Well, it wouldn’t appear that way at this point.” I told her.

“Where’s my sister?” she demanded.

“Asleep, where she should be.”

“Why would you say that?” she asked.

“Because I don’t want her to wake up and then I get attacked by two men bashing harpies.”

“So that’s what you think I am.” she said.

“You know my opinion of you, so just quit.”

“What is your opinion?”

I told her again. I never kept my opinion secret from her. I thought she was the stuff of trailer park porno films. I wanted to gnaw her milky flesh until she sliced mine with her perfectly manicured nails. I wanted to saturate her socks in honey and suck them until they felt like they had come out of a nuclear powered clothes dryer.

“What would you do right now if you could do anything you wanted to do?” she asked.

“I’ll never tell. I don’t expose my weaknesses. Besides, you’ll just tease.”

“Yeah, okay. Look who’s calling who a tease.” she sneered

“You were in high school, April! Besides, escort your parents would have squashed my nuts into oblivion.” I told her, trying not to raise my voice.

“Now answer my question.” she demanded.

“I can’t. I’ll have to show you. Outside.”

“I don’t know if I trust you.” she cocked a suspicious eyebrow.

“You have to. Oh wait, I can always just go to bed and leave you out here bored. I got your keys. I promise you’re not going any damn place tonight.”

I saw the horror in her eyes. She was in the throes of drunken bliss and needed a friend, a listener and worshiper. She knew she was pretty much fucked if she made me mad. April then agreed to my terms.

First, I woke my wife. “You’re dumbass little sister is drunker than hell, oddly enough, so I am fixing to go dunk her ass in the pool.”

My wife arose halfway asleep. “Don’t be mean to her.” she pleaded.

I promised I wouldn’t. No, I would never be mean to my dear, sweet, dim-wited sister in law.

Outside was the cheap wading pool I had bought for the summer. Even worse, I installed a lame privacy fence around it. Also, my version of a sun deck and some tropical container plants I had going for the whole Tiki-man/swinger effect.

April damn near fell over the steps to the deck before she lowered herself down and onto her back.

“It’s wild to come out here at night and phisolophize about what’s out there in the stars.” She said.

“That’s philosophise, brainiac.” I told her.

April kicked off her sandals, exposing her perfectly symmetrical violet painted toes. She then performed some sort of a drunken stretch, trying to arch her back and signal her pert boobs to the stars.

“Oh nice.’ I said. ‘I thought this was supposed to be about what I would do.”

“Hell, I’ve all but drawed you a map.” April said.

I gave that a chuckle and moved closer to her. I pulled on the loose legs of her shorts to see what she was hiding beneath. The black lace panties were almost too much and I almost ended my night right there. The bulge in my boxers was far passed evident.

I pulled the shorts to her knees and buried my face at the moist lace covered mound. She pushed my head into her as she let out a soft groan.

“Those come down, too.” she explained.

I thanked her for that fact and obliged.

I don’t know why she always had black pubes in my fantasy, but I was proven wrong. I carressed escort istanbul her silky dark blonde hair as my fingers dares to explore the tiny pink slit. She emitted more closed mouth groans as I rubbed my dick against my makeshift deck. I spread her delicate flesh with two fingers and just wanted to stare into it all night, amazed at how small it all was.

My finger searched for her hole in vain she grabbed my hand and guided me. I pushed my finger halfway into her and felt like I was putting a hole through a block of microwaved hardware putty. My other hand clutched her foot. At least she knew where to put her toes. I worked my tongue between all of her toes and the arches of her feet as she flipped her hips wildly on the deck.

Her hand reached and started stroking my cock beneath my shorts.

“Gawd!’ she said. ‘Just what in the hell do you think you are gonna do with that thing?”

“Anything I want, just like you said.”

She mumbled some nonsense about not knowing if she could handle my inches, but I shut her up quickly as her tiny hole swallowed the rest of my finger. She begged to me fuck her and started talking like I had never heard any woman, but I was having too much fun to blow my good time in a couple of frustrated spurts.

I turned her over and admired the pale white ass I had always dreamed of, only guessing what it looked like under various garments over the past few years. I bit into one of the hemisphere’s of her ass until she let out an excitred squeal. I then cupped my hands under her midrift and pulled her onto her knees.

“Whoa. No man has ever seen me like this.” she said.

“Why?”

“I just don’t do this.” she stated very matter of factly.

I told her to shut her mouth as I crept under her and put my tongue to work on her thick outer lips. She collapsed on me after a few minutes, but I was not bothered by the fear of suffication as I lapped my way into her tasty middle. Her moans changed as I tongue fucked her barely visible pussy. My five O’ clock shadow was soaked by her nectar like juices as I turned her onto her back once more.

“That’s just weird!” she said.

“No, you’ve just never had a man.”

I slid my throbbing cock into her slowly, her mouth agape as she was trying to sustain breathing and not make any obvious noise. I pulled all the way out of her so I could repeat the process. I only got three or four times in before she covered beykoz escort her mouth in a muffled groan and her sugary walls and hips twitched uncontrollably. I gave her a final thrust and sprayed into her sweet thing. Cum overflowed and spilled over my shaft onto the deck as she simply didn’t have room for it all.

April turned to her side and continued to train her breathing back to normal.

“I can’t believe we did this.” she said sadly.

“But you did. And you wanted to.”

“I know. It’s just wrong. You’re married to my sister.” she whined.

“Nice detective work. You loved it. Now I’m hooked. You have no idea what you have done.”

I slithered against her and wedged my cock between the cheeks of her white ass. I layed there, enjoying her warmth and my adventures in her once forbidden zone.

“No one can ever find out.” she said.

“Don’t be stupid. No one will. But this isn’t the end of this. By no means.”

I inched my way into her soaked cunt again as I grabbed her platinum blonde hair and forced me to look into my eyes. Her glazed green eyes disappeared into her head each time I moved inside her. I spoke to her each time I pumped my selfish prick into her.

“Now. You take your drunk ass to the couch and go to sleep. Don’t be frightened when I come knocking in the night though.”

“Haaaah! What do you mean?” she groaned.

“Anything.’ I shoved into her as deeply as I could. “A nibble at your ass, my dick across your cheek, anything….and you won’t make a noise. Will you?”

“N-No.” April sighed as I pulled out again.

I had to explain several trips to my wife as I left the bed during the night. One excuse was powerful thirst. I did something else to April on each trip to the kitchen. To my surprise, she had hidden the panties and only wore her shorts for easier access. Little did I know what I was turning her into or what was dormant demon was about to emerge from her seemingly harmless, tight little body. We would have more adventures, each time I was burying myself into a dark tunnel of trouble I never thought possible. I soon found that nothing was secret and one could never get away with anything in this world.

April waited one week before she knocked on my door and flashed the dangerous, impish grin of hers. She had brought a Monopoly board and told me she was going to teach me by her rules while her sister was at work. She insisted on being the dog and had improvised rules about hotels, collateral and property which ended in a tragedy I will soon tell.

END

The first intallment of this is true, with the next ones being loosely based on fact. Somehow, I hope you like.

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Ashley , Alexis Ch. 04

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Alexis tried through the week to get her mind off what she now was about to do. She wondered how it would feel, how she would react, and more. Would it feel better to have two cocks in her instead of just one? Which two holes would they want to use? And perhaps the biggest question – just who were these guys and where was Ashley finding them? Hopefully, they were at least attractive guys.

She had never done anything like that before – let someone else pick out her sex partner. The idea was so erotic, yet so slutty. Based on her conversation with Ashley, it seemed like she was just going to find a couple willing guys, explain the situation, and Alexis would walk in to two guys that she had never seen before, ready to tear into her.

It made her nervous, but excited, too. She liked the idea, she just thought it was extremely slutty. For Alexis, it made her a little tense, and there was only one thing that seemed to relieve that tension – throwing open that window and letting the guys watch her as she gave herself a huge orgasm. She really was starting to love doing that.

On Thursday, as Alexis walked back from class, she noticed a few guys huddled around one of their friends. They were talking and laughing and exclaiming loudly. She knew a couple of the guys from her composition class, so she stepped over to them to see what the fuss was about – probably some lame thing on Twitter or something – but at least it would take her mind off the upcoming weekend for a few seconds.

“Hey guys,” she said.

“Oh hi, Alexis. What’s up?”

“I was going to ask you guys that.”

“Oh, well, some girl – Kyle here has a room that faces the girls’ floor in one of the dorms. There’s this girl that keeps opening the blinds and – well – she’s naked, like she wants to be seen or something. Here, check this out.”

The guys handed Alexis a phone. On the screen she could see a video of a girl – her – fucking herself like crazy with a dildo, blinds open, wanting to be watched. Some bastard had taken a video of her!

“Who is this?” She asked. The guys shrugged. Whew, she thought. They didn’t recognize her. “Wow,” she muttered, handing the phone back. She wanted to say “what a slut,” but she was sure she would never hear the end of that comment if anyone ever realized it was her. Numbly she said goodbye and walked back to her dorm, heart pounding.

“Fine,” she thought. “These guys want a show, I’ll give them a show.” The fact that someone had actually made a video of her was dumbfounding her. She was embarrassed, yes, but she was getting wet too at the thought of being seen like that. She knew what she had to do.

After dinner that night, Alexis began to make preparations. She set her chair up again, facing the window. Taking a large scarf out of her closet, she draped it over the chair, and placed her dildo on the seat. Alexis removed all her clothes, opened the blind and turned around so the guys could not see her face, and tied the scarf around her eyes and even her nose. The scarf, serving as a blindfold, did two things – first, the guys would not be able to tell for sure who it was, and second, she would not be able to tell just how many people were watching her.

Alexis sat down in her chair and picked up the dildo, fumbling a little as she did, because she couldn’t see through the scarf. At first, she put the dildo in her mouth, getting it all wet with saliva as she ran her fingers over her glistening, swelling pussy. “Here we go,” she thought.

A sudden wave of arousal washed over Alexis, and she forced the dildo to the back of her throat. She gagged a little. Perfect. Slipping two fingers into her pussy, she began to finger herself as she forced the dildo into her mouth, a little deeper with each thrust, moaning, needing to be used. Fingering and sucking harder, she moaned again.

It wasn’t long before Alexis replaced her fingers with the dildo, using her other hand to force the dildo into her pussy as she licked her fingers clean. “Ohhhh, yes, I’m a slut,” she moaned. “Watch me.” Another wave of intense arousal hit her as she thought about the fact that she had no idea how many people might be watching. It could be dozens, and she had no idea – all watching her naked, fucking herself for them, taking pictures and videos.

“Ohhhh, yes, take my picture,” she moaned. “Make a slutty video. Use me. Jack off to me!” She had the dildo all the way in her pussy now. Caught up in the moment, Alexis became even more turned on, and suddenly, she wanted more – she wanted it in the ass.

Alexis stretched her legs, raising them high in the air and forcing them back near her head as she sat in the chair. Her ass was now exposed to the guys watching as well as she continued to pound her pussy with the dildo. “If only I had another dildo,” she thought. She wanted something to push up her little asshole, but what? Her fingers, of course, were the obvious answer, but we’re they big enough, or did she want something more cock-sized?

Alexis stood up, knowing maslak escort she could find something to use in her room. As she turned away from the window, she lifted her blindfold just enough to see what might be available. She thought about her hairbrush, the handle end, a small lotion bottle, and then she saw it. A plastic water bottle, one that she had started to drink from a few days ago and didn’t come close to finishing, sat on her desk.

It was a pint bottle, long and narrow, the kind that the flavored sparkling water always seems to be sold in at the pharmacy or grocery store. She grabbed the bottle and some lotion and slid the blindfold down again, clumsily making her way back to her chair. Could she fit that in her ass? It was a little thicker than a cock, but as aroused as she was, she had to try it.

Alexis slathered the bottle in lotion as she hiked her legs up again and put two fingers into her ass to warm up, her fingers covered in lotion as well. They slid into her ass without a problem, eliciting a moan from the slut at the window. She was shaking from excitement knowing what she was about to do. Finally, her ass stretched by her fingers, she picked up the bottle, almost sitting on her back in the chair with her knees near her face. “You want a show?” She said aloud, “then watch this.”

Alexis placed the bottle at her asshole and slowly pushed, not really getting anywhere. She turned the bottle around, trying the neck end first, and slipped the cap into her tight ass. Her body was fighting back, trying to reject the object, but Alexis only got more desperate and horny, imagining that she had quite the audience across the way, and just forced it more.

Slowly, the bottle began to disappear into her stretched asshole. It took her almost a minute, it seemed, to get the bottle in up to the end of the short, fat neck, but she knew once her ass had given up and accepted the girth of the object, the rest would be easy. Her ass was on fire, burning, stretched as far as she could imagine. It really did seem like an ultimate test.

Alexis felt the bottle slide deeper into her ass, and as she felt it, she succumbed to her desires, forcing it in farther, deeper, harder. Soon, all but a couple inches were inside her, and at that moment, she had won the war against her stretched, burning asshole. It hurt, worse than she expected, but either she didn’t care or she actually started to enjoy it, knowing it was making her look like a true slut to her audience. Slowly but deliberately, she began to fuck her little asshole with the bottle, moving it in and out, back and forth, moaning in both agony and ecstasy.

There was only one more thing for her to do. Alexis took the dildo in her other hand and returned it to its rightful position, pushing it deep within her pussy. The feeling of the bottle in her ass and the dildo in her pussy at the same time gave her pleasure unlike any she had ever experienced. She furiously used the dildo, used the bottle, stuffing her tight holes and feeling every sensation that she could.

“Ohhhh, yes, watch me fuck my ass – watch me fuck my pussy,” she whispered, imagining a horde of onlookers. She didn’t know how big her audience was, but she imagined it had grown as large as ever by this point. Fantasizing, she imagined guys taking pictures of her from their rooms, taking videos, watching the little whore that she was savagely use her fuckholes for pleasure, wanting to be watched, wishing it would never end.

Alexis imagined the guys in rooms by themselves stroking their cocks beneath the cover of the windowsill as they stretched their necks to get as close as possible to the slut that held their attention so well. She took it up the ass for them, wanting, needing to be watched, to be used by them.

The slut she was becoming, alexis continued the show, slowing down when she felt herself reaching the beginning of an orgasm, wanting it to continue, not wanting to end the pleasure or the show she was putting on – not that an orgasm would have stopped her. And then, finally, it happened. Alexis erupted into a shuddering, trembling orgasm, her legs shaking above her head as she thrust the bottle into her ass as deep as she could, leaving it there, feeling the pressure of the object as it seemed to grind against the dildo inside of her.

“Ohhhhhh, fuck yes! Yes! Yesssss I’m cumming! Ohhhhh yes watch me!” She moaned loudly, unable to contain herself. She waited as the sensation tore into her, frozen, almost unable to move due to the intense spasms that gripped her whole body.

As soon as it was over, Alexis found herself gently fucking her holes again, sliding the objects in and out, felling the pleasure and the sensation again. She was going to make sure this was a real show this time. She continued to fuck herself, building her arousal as she did, imagining again the many guys that must be watching by now.

It didn’t take Alexis nearly as long to reach a second orgasm. This one hit her out of nowhere, like üsküdar escort a freight train. She had been thinking of the guys watching, but as soon as she thought of her sister, and fantasizes about her watching, an orgasm came on extremely fast. She shuddered and shook again, moaning, unable to form words. This time, she continued to move the objects inside her holes as she came.

“Ohhhh, y – yessss, ohhhhh, ohhhhh!” She moaned.

Alexis wanted one more good, shuddering, rocking orgasm, and she tried to take her time building up to it. She took the dildo out of her pussy, licking it clean before ramming it into the back of her throat, wondering what sort of reaction the guys would have to that maneuver. In a minute, her throat felt raw and used, and she removed the dildo and stretched her pussy with it again.

“Ohhhh, watch me,” she moaned. “Watch me fuck myself, all of you. I’m giving you a show! I want all of you to watch me, and see me naked and fucking my pussy and my ass! Please just watch me, it gets me off – it makes me cum – I need it, ohhhhh, I need to be watched, and to know that you are all taking pictures and making videos and showing them to everyone you know! I need to be the slut that lets everyone use her to jack off – I need to show off my body and I need to be watched while I fuck myself, ohhhh!”

Alexis continued to moan and say those words as she moved the bottle and the dildo in rhythm. All of the sudden, she stood, turned around, and turned the chair 90 degrees to the side, propping one knee on it as she let her audience watch her from behind. Soon after her third orgasm came as she let the guys watch her fucking her ass in a new position.

“Ohhhh, yes I love fucking my ass for you – ohhhhh, I want you all to use me, and see me, and – and – one at a time, fuck my dirty little ass and use my pussy!” It was strange; before, she had only fantasized about being watched, but now, the horny little slut she was becoming, she actually wanted them all to have sex with her. In a moment like that, she knew that she would have let them if they were within reach. She came violently, again, shaking hard until she collapsed on the floor.

After what seemed like hours, Alexis stood. She thought she might have had a fourth orgasm as she laid on the floor touching herself, but she wasn’t sure. She removed the bottle from her ass, her gaping hole near the window for all to see, the dildo having been already removed from her pussy. She reached for the blinds, her tits pressing up against the window as she did so. Exhausted, humiliated, and satisfied, Alexis pulled down the blinds and took off her scarf, and peeking through the crack in the blinds, she could see roughly thirty guys had been watching. Wow, she thought. Soon after, still horny, she was falling asleep on her bed, exhausted.

She awoke once that night, fingering herself furiously to yet another orgasm. It was like a fountain that couldn’t be turned off – she just couldn’t control herself anymore. All her slutty behaviors, all her fantasies came to the forefront as she pounded away. Her ass felt strange; she couldn’t explain it. It had really been used good. She had the sensation that nature might be calling – or was it just raw? She licked her finger and inserted it into her tight hole, which readily accepted it.

After she came again, Alexis tried to force herself back asleep, finger in her ass and all, wanting to feel the humiliation that would come from having a finger in her ass for the rest of the night.

She awoke in the morning, still naked. She felt like a dirty whore, her finger smelled like ass. She wasn’t sure how long it stayed in, but it was no longer in her ass when she woke up. Alexis felt violated, humiliated, and of course, horny. What was wrong with her? She wondered aloud why she liked doing those things to herself so much. Quickly taking a shower, Alexis just couldn’t help herself as she dressed. She threw on the half shirt Ashley had made her walk home in the other day, and a jacket and a pair of jeans over her bra and panties, and put on a pair of shoes and went to class.

Yes, she was showing skin. Alexis was still horny and it showed. She just couldn’t escape now, she had been aroused for hours on end, almost a whole day, with no end in sight. Perhaps, she was finally starting to understand why Ashley acted the way she did – always willing to have sex with just about anyone, it seemed – always willing to show off more of her body than any decent girl would dare expose.

She sat in two classes, feeling a few eyes on her, unable to cover herself, and unable to relieve the tension that had built inside of her. “So, this is how it feels to be a slut,” she thought.

After class, Alexis did her best to try to get her mind off her needs. Tomorrow night would be her threesome, and she could manage to wait until then to find relief from her urges. Reading, watching television, and eating, she tried her best to get her mind off of sex. It worked bjk escort for a while, and then as soon as she lost her focus it would come rushing back – her need to be watched, to be used, to be fucked.

Alexis tossed and turned in bed that night. Part of her wanted to throw the blinds open again and fuck herself, this time with no cover for her face. Another part of her wanted to do it outside, in the middle of campus. Yet another part of her wanted to walk out half naked and find the first willing guy she could, and bring him back to her room. She thought about trying to go over to the guys’ dorm and find someone, anyone, to give her what she needed.

Every few minutes, it seemed like, she would start to touch herself through her clothes and then soon after, when she was just starting to feel pleasure, call it off. She didn’t really know what kept her from doing a my of those things. Was she finally coming to her senses, pushing away her fantasies, choosing safety and sanity instead? Was she finally realizing that part of her didn’t want complete exposure and humiliation?

Finally, Alexis woke up the next morning. The day of her planned threesome had arrived, and she was going to force herself not to do anything sexual until then. The day went by slowly, Alexis trying not to think about what lay ahead. She wanted it now, yes – she had accepted that she was going to do it and she knew she would like it. Still, part of it was a little frightening to her – two guys at once! Surely that was crossing some sore of line that took her from being a sexy girl that liked to show off a little to being a complete slut.

Finally, Ashley texted her, asking her to meet at her place. Alexis gathered a few things and, taking a deep breath, set out on her way, knowing what Ashley had in store for her.

Ashley opened the door wearing only a bikini top and a pair of ridiculously short shorts, unbuttoned and folded down, her bikini bottoms peeking out, her belly button ring glistening in the light.

“Ashley, what are you wearing? Seriously?” Alexis said, astonished yet again, but smiling at her nonetheless.

“Well, someone had to get the guys hard for you,” she said. Looking behind her sister, Alexis could see that there were two guys sitting on the couch. Neither was ugly, but only one of them was really attractive.

“This is Andrew,” Ashley said, pointing at the better looking of the two, “and this is Garrett. I was just in the middle of giving them a lap dance, want to watch, or join in?” Alexis just stared.

“So, I hear you’re the fresh meat tonight,” Garrett said. “Not bad, Ashley! Your little sister has a body on her.”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Alexis said, red-faced. She wasn’t used to making small talk with the guys before she got fucked – at least not recently.

“Want to get a better look at that body?” Ashley said, clicking a button on a remote to start some dance music as she tugged at the bottom of Alexis’ top. She raised her arms and the top came off quickly, leaving Alexis visibly wearing only a bra and jeans. Already she was beginning to get turned on, aroused by the looks of approval she got as the guys looked over their playmate for the evening.

Soon, Ashley was unbuttoning her sister’s jeans and pulling them down, giving the guys a good view of her black lace thong that she had picked out for the occasion. Alexis stood nervously, allowing her body to be evaluated by the two guys. It was one thing to show off to random people, she thought, but when you knew you were going to have sex with someone, especially two guys she had just met, it felt a little different.

Ashley followed suit, taking off her shorts, now wearing only a bikini. She got down on all fours as Alexis watched and crawled over to the guys on the couch. Slowly she crawled on top of Garrett, who was still sitting on the couch, and began to grind her bikini-clad ass into his crotch as Alexis looked on.

“You can touch me, you know,” Ashley practically begged as she felt his prick rise in his pants. “It isn’t a strip club!” She felt his hands grab her hips almost immediately as she moved to the beat of the music. “And Alexis, I don’t know what you’re waiting on – you know why these guys are here! I’m just helping warm them up for you!”

Alexis slowly walked over to Andrew, nervously stepping forward in her lace thong and bra. She looked at him nervously for a long moment, knowing what she had to do, but wanting to put it off as long as possible. Looking over, she saw Ashley grinding hard on Garret’s lap, shaking her slutty ass for him and moving his right hand from her hip to her bikini, giving him a feel of her pussy through her bikini.

“Come on, Alexis, I brought them here for you! You’ll like this if you just give it a chance,” said Ashley. Reluctantly, Alexis turned around and climbed on top of Andrew, who didn’t need to be told he could feel her up any way he wanted.

Soon Alexis was grinding on him, moving her hips to the music, and Andrew cupped his left hand over her left breast as he caressed her stomach and hip with his right. Before she knew it, Alexis began to enjoy feeling his cock stiffen, and began to want to feel like the slut that she knew she longed to be in these moments of sexual tension.

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Another Sexual Surprise

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(This is a description of my experiencing continued surprises in my sexual exploits and is a sequel to ‘Sexual Surprises’ earlier submitted under erotic couplings)

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In the college we have to take up project work to gain experience in handling realistic projects. A major part of this involves doing literature research and writing a thesis. Our project team had two members that included a girl classmate, Penny. We were writing the report and for this we decided to work undisturbed at her home rather than my hostel room. While my first two visits were eventless, the next visit turned out to be a pleasant surprise.

Penny used to live with her elder sister, a divorcee. While we were busy in our work, she used to look after us by serving tea and snacks. It was quite natural for Penny and me to joke around and in the process become physically nearer to the extent of holding hands or embracing. I did realize that Penny’s sister did not object to it and in fact showed more than usual interest in making us, rather me, comfortable. She had been divorced a little over one year back. Penny had told me that for the last six months she missed the company of her husband and she used to look forward to our joint session.

During the third visit when we completed one chapter, Penny suddenly kissed me in celebrating this milestone. It was a short peck but it did kindle a desire between us. I took her face in hand and gave a long kiss that was not resisted at all. I did not realize that Penny’s sister was watching us. She smiled and said, “It is nice to see two lovers kissing. I miss my own dating days.” She excused herself to go and make tea for us. This encouraged me further and I again kissed Penny and pulled her to my lap. I put my hand inside her tank top to play with her breasts. She was not wearing a bra and I had noticed this when she bent down to pick up something from the floor. I started to caress her smooth medium size breasts one by one. I held her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and gave them slight pinching pressure. This caused her to sigh deeply. She started to again kiss me on my neck and below the earlobe. I increased the pressure on her nipples that resulted in a light as she kept her eyes closed. I kissed her on lips, eyes, cheek and the entire face indicating my deep desire to make love to her. I did not care to stop even when Penny’s sister returned with tea and snacks for the three of us.

Suddenly Penny’s sister remarked, “It is unfair for the two of you to have so much fun without caring about me.” I responded by inviting her to join in the fun and pulled her to us by holding her around her waist. She did not struggle and put her hands on my face and kissed me deeply. As we disengaged she remarked, “This is my first kiss in over one year. I think Penny would not mind to share you as my date for the day. After all we are sisters.” escort bayan I smiled at her but did not say anything but Penny jumped up from my lap pulled me up with her and put my hands around her sister. I needed no further signal and hugged her sister and kissed her everywhere on her face repeatedly. It is obvious that these kisses had rekindled the sexual desire in her. She responded by tongue kissing me. All this time Penny was embracing me from behind and also extended her hand to unzip my pant and started to play with my cock that was already in a state of very high excitement although had only half extended so far due to it being confined within my pants.

Simultaneously she had lifted the skirt of her sister so that as my cock attained full extension she could press its tip to the pussy of her sister through the thin panty.

Things moved so fast after this as our natural instincts took charge. I pulled her panties down without stopping my kisses even for a moment. I then lifted one of her leg up to balance it on the chair and thus got an access to her pussy for my hungry cock. I pushed her back to the table next to the chair making her bum to partially rest on it. This enabled me to pull both of her legs around me. Penny had already pulled down my pants and underwear and was continuing to play with my cock while kissing me under the ear thus making it impossible for me to restrain myself any further from fucking her sister. As I entered her Penny’s sister cried out part in pain because of the large gap since she had last had her sex and also as the entrance to her cunt was not fully lubricated and partly due to the pleasure it was giving her. I commenced the in out motion and kissed her lips. I pulled open her top and moved my one hand to caress her boobs that were bigger than Penny but still firm and smooth.

I pressed her nipples a number of times. She responded with equal eagerness and was pushing her bum to meet my thrusts. I could feel that the yearlong suppressed sexual desire had opened up in her with such a vigour that I had to pump in my cock in her cunt with almost hurting force to satisfy her desire to be fucked. She seemed to have orgasm a couple of times but did not stop her own thrust until I reached my zenith and cried that I cannot hold any longer. She virtually shouted, “Don’t stop. Keep fucking and fill me with your cum”. We were oblivious of the presence of Penny during this period and I gave a few final thrusts and ejaculated with full force to fill her deep cunt with hot cum. Penny now pulled my face towards her and kissed my lips as if she was thanking me for the relief I had given her sister.

We sat down in the state as we were and had snacks and tea even though it had become cold without our realizing it as our minds were still occupied with what had just happened. It was a funny gathering. Penny’s sister tuzla escort was naked, I was naked below the waist and only the top of Penny was open. Penny’s sister then got up and came to Penny and pulled her top and skirt. Penny was wearing a pink panty. She then took off my shirt and pulled away my pants and underwear that were gathered around my ankle. She got down on her knees in front of me and started to suck the few drops of cum from my slightly limp cock. This attention as well as the first look at almost naked Penny had the desired effect on my cock. I pulled Penny near us and started to kiss her with lot of passion. Penny’s sister got up to hold Penny from behind as I bent down to kiss Penny’s pussy from top of her panties. I slowly pulled her pink panties down continuing my kisses from top gradually down to her now uncovered pussy. I then started to kiss her cunt after spending a minute to see it minutely as if to copy it in my mind. She responded by extending her both hands to hold my head pressed to her pussy. In the mean while Penny’s sister pressed her body to Penny from behind and started to play with her naked breasts and nipple. All this made Penny reach an orgasm.

As she jerked and became tense, I got up and picking her up in my arms I laid her down on the nearby carpet. Once she regained her breath I asked her whether she was still a virgin. To which the reply came from Penny’s sister that her husband had deflowered her when he was drunk. She ensured that he did not touch her again. I kissed Penny all over her body and finally sat down between her legs and put the tip of my already extended and hard cock at the entrance of her pussy that was already lubricated by the orgasm that she had just achieved. She smiled and I assured her that I would be very careful and not hurt her. I then commenced to fuck her and satisfy what I, and probably she also, dreamed about all throughout our close interaction during the project work. It was a slow loving fuck. Every stroke was a deep thrust in slow motion. The tempo was increased gradually until Penny shouted out, “faster, faster” as she was getting near to another orgasm. Penny’s sister was kissing her nipples and simultaneously fingering herself indicating that she needed to be fucked more. We all reached almost together to our orgasm, although I pulled out my cock to spread the cum on Penny’s stomach and public hair as I was not sure of her protection. However Penny’s sister pulled the cock in her mouth and sucked away the rest of my cum.

After some rest we showered, we had our dinner. We sat together on a sofa in the drawing room to enjoy a movie on the DVD player. The movie had quite a few scenes of lesbian love. I had seen Penny’s sister sucking Penny’s nipples while I was fucking her. I also observed that Penny was also playing with her elder sister’s boobs while we were having sex. This findikzade esc encouraged me to ask Penny’s sister to give an exhibition of lesbian love in person with her younger sister. While she showed some surprise it did not indicate shock. Penny on the other hand smiled to hear my suggestion. I prevailed upon them to agree for my ‘viewing pleasure’. We retired to the bedroom. I occupied a chair next to the bed. While Penny was wearing a top and jeans, her sister was only having a housecoat on. She took the initiative and pulled up the top from her sister to uncover her breasts, as she was not wearing anything underneath. She then started to kiss her on lips. Penny willingly surrendered and then pulled away her sister’s gown to make her naked, as she was not wearing anything underneath. The look of naked elder sister and topless Penny had the desired effect on my cock. I started to play with it from top of my boxers. The elder sister started to kiss Penny’s breasts all around and also hold her nipples one by one in her mouth. This made Penny to shiver and press her sister’s face on to her breasts with one hand and play with her sister’s breasts with the other. The elder sister pushed Penny on to the bed and pulled down her jeans. Here again Penny was not wearing anything underneath and gave a glorious view of her pussy. The elder sister now started to kiss Penny all over moving slowly to her stomach, navel, public hair and finally her cunt. Each movement down made Penny to show her rising excitement. As she started to play with her cunt and suck her clit, Penny had a strong orgasm. Her elder sister hungrily sucked in her juices.

This exhibition had made my cock hungry for action. I mounted behind the elder sister while she had her mouth buried in Penny’s cunt. I slapped my enlarged cock on her cunt and asshole that was exposed high and wide as she was bent on her sister. I applied the juices that were flowing even from the elder sister’s cunt on the head of my cock and slowly entered her cunt from behind. This made her squirm with delight. I straightway started to pump my cock in and out due to the urgency of release and also as she herself was on the verge of release of her tension through orgasm of her own. Penny opened her eyes and seeing what I was up to, started to press her sister to her own cunt and further pulled out the two halves of her sister’s ass to enable me to have an easier access. I pushed in and out with increased speed. The elder sister restarted to eat her younger sisters pussy. With an orchestra of cries and sighs we three almost simultaneously came and released our load. I filled the elder sister’s cunt with my cum, she showered her juices on my cock and spilled over to wet my public hair while Penny filled her sister’s mouth once again with her juices.

We were so spent that we had no energy to get up and wash. I just rearranged the two sisters to lie on either side with their heads on my shoulder, their one breast each on my chest, their one hand each holding my currently limp cock and their one leg each on my thighs- a perfectly symmetrical geometrical shape of a man and two women in embrace.

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