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I got fucked by a ghost 8.

After that night with John, I accepted for good that this wasn’t some odd, impromptu moments of a ghost coming to get his rocks off. He had found me, taken me, and made me realize things deep within myself that I had never thought, accepted, wanted to believe, or had come to discover. These recurring sexual experiences were not just because. John was here for a reason. The more we had intercourse, the closer I felt to him. As time progressed and I continued taking his dick inside my mouth or my ass, it made me long for it further.

When I finally accepted that I was changing, I knew I needed to set a new course. I began taking steps to discover men even more. I looked up every hard cock video. Every gay seduction series I could find, every cum on my face hypno video online. The further I watched, the deeper my lust developed. I had to get out. I had to be free of my wife and start my life over. I had to take the chance to date a man. To see what it would be like to suck a real dick, where I could actually see the person, I was giving head to. To feel, see, and taste the cum he would shoot after I got him off. To be on my knees getting pounded from behind. To get cock!

As I began to accept and understand that I needed to be someone different, to try dating men, and experience love in ways I would have never imagined. As things progressed towards the inevitable, John visited me more frequently. Each time brought new experiences, new positions, deeper desires, greater enlightenment, and wild thoughts of things to come. It was as if he could read my mind or hear my thoughts. As if he knew I was beginning to need homosexuality over heterosexuality, and the more I craved it, the more he came.

After a few months of deep self-reflection and final acceptance, I sat down with my wife and told her I wanted a divorce. That I was leaving. I didn’t tell her why. I didn’t want her to think that “men” whom I had never dated in real life was the cause. I just explained that I felt it was time for us to go our separate ways. I didn’t want her to think that suddenly, after almost 30 years of marriage, I had discovered I was gay. All signs were pointing that way, but I didn’t want her to believe it was her or her lack of intimacy or sexual passion that drove me to wanting dick. Because if it were just sex or physical touch, any other woman would have sufficed. I just knew, gay or not, new relationship or not, I had to go.

I let her have the house and bought myself a nice two-bedroom condo just on the outskirts of downtown. As reluctant as I felt about it, she convinced me to let her have a second set of keys, just in case something happened to me. At least she could help if I needed it. After some taut moments, a lot of animosity, and some late-night fights, I moved out. Our court proceedings were pending, and I was on the cusp of starting my new life. John visited me almost instantly after I settled into my new place. It was like I had given him the keys, told him my new address, and he took immediate action to come over and visit me.

Countless days I found myself on my knees with his dick in my mouth, or in my ass and I reeled in the pleasure of him being there. Dozens of times, I begged the lord to let him live again, to be real, to let me see him and talk to him. I wanted his dick more than anything. Every time that cool breeze came across my face, I knew he was there. When I needed him, I called his name. When I felt the urge to have sex, I would light candles, sit naked, and even lightly stroke myself in hopes he’d be there. Just like women plan a romantic night for their lover, I planned many for him.

On most occasions, he’d show up. Id feel his touch, his warmth, his sensuality and then I’d be taking his hard dick anywhere he wanted to put it. I found myself getting fucked time and time again. This time with no fears of someone seeing me. No concerns about who was judging me, or who would catch us in the act. Soon into living alone, I discovered that I was more comfortable with escort beşiktaş him than any other woman. It seemed that day after day, I longed for him, like anyone waiting for their lover to get home so that we could be together.

Each time brought more aspirations, more desires, and more longing. I know it sounds odd to want to feel a dick sliding in and out of you, but the more he did it, and the more I enjoyed it, the better it became. I felt like a woman many of nights as he pounded my ass with his dick, making me cum just before or after he got off. The problem was, as much as I loved being with him, I needed it for real. I wanted to see my lover. I wanted to look into his eyes. I wanted to see the cum shoot from his dick and onto my face. As much as I loved our little interludes, I needed the real thing. So, I moved forward with my online searches for men. For a new lover, and it wasn’t long until I found one.

The dating sites I was on were scary, especially for someone like me who never used one, let alone was on a gay dating site. I chatted with several men who were very forward. Usually just minutes into chatting with them through the app, dick pictures were coming in. It was flattering. However, I wanted something more heartfelt, authentic, compassionate, and romantic. Even though I had numerous offers to “meet at a hotel, or a hook-up,” I passed on all of them. I wanted to be genuinely interested in someone, get to know them a bit, and let things unfold naturally. Luckily enough, I met Tomas.

Tomas was a mix of white and Filipino. He was just a year older than I was, very well-off, very handsome, of average height and weight, with lighter olive skin. He had a great profile and normal, fully dressed pictures. In chatting with him, I learned that he had been out since his 20s. He had been married to a man for a long time but had since divorced and was now seeking something deeper and more meaningful in his next relationship. I was very intrigued. We exchanged phone numbers and began texting and talking, developing something more in-depth than just sex or a hookup.

I was nervous, yet excited every time I spoke with him. No matter how comfortable I was with John, this was a new experience for me. He was new, and he was real. This wasn’t some late-evening rendezvous with someone I couldn’t see, but could surely feel. If anything were to happen with us, it would be in real life.

I pressed forward, continually pushing myself to move further than just chatting. I got to meet him a few weeks later for dinner, and I was in disbelief and a nervous wreck as I sat across from him at the dinner table. It was, in all reality, my second gay date (the first man I met went nowhere), and I was out with someone that I was interested in. Of the hundreds of profiles I read, thumb through, conversations I had and the countless unsolicited dick pictures I had received, he was the one that grabbed my interest the most.

We discussed our situations and lives, and as the evening progressed, I felt increasingly relaxed. I didn’t tell him about John. I could only imagine how crazy he would have thought I was, but I did admit I had become very interested in men. He was very kind and very understanding of my interests. He completely understood my newly discovered desire to be with men and that I was going through a divorce. He didn’t force any issues, didn’t try to fuck me in the parking lot and was more than willing to keep talking and let things develop as they would come. I felt very comfortable driving home that night and believed I would continue talking with him.

As unusual and out of my element as I was having dinner with him, after getting in my car and leaving the restaurant, I was also very aroused and excited that I had gone on a gay date with someone I was interested in. My dick was partially hard in my pants and as much as I hate to admit it, as I drove home, I was rubbing my hand up and down over my crotch. I almost wished he would have asked me back to his escort nişantaşı place, or suggested we go and “park” somewhere dark and inconspicuous, so we could have fooled around. I do not doubt that if he would have got us alone, and the feeling was right that I would have been bent over in his car sucking him off. That’s how bad I needed some cock.

Once I got home, I tried summoning John, but that night he never arrived. I laid in bed, hard, aroused and wanting dick so bad that my ass felt like it was pulsing. I knew I had a candlestick in one of the moving boxes, so I got up and found it. After climbing back in bed, I lubed it up and started ramming it in and out of my ass as I lay there naked. It wasn’t as plump, real, or as sexy as I what John’s dick felt like. But I needed to be filled. I went back and forth from moaning John’s name to moaning Tomas’ name, until I came all over my stomach. Just the mere thoughts of either of their dicks in my ass, while I laid there flat on my back with my dick hard and throbbing was enough to pleasure me beyond the norm.

I fell asleep shortly after my little self-induced pleasure, not even cleaning up the lube or candlestick that lay next to me on the bed. The next morning, while I stood at my counter, dressed in my robe, sipping my morning coffee, I felt the cool breeze slide across my back. I knew John had arrived.

I felt his arms wrap around me and his warmth along the side of my neck. My heart pumped faster, while feelings of giddiness and excitement overtook me.

“John, I needed you last night.” Slipped from my lips.

I knew there would be no answer, but I also wanted him to know that I wished he had been there. I could feel his hands rubbing over my chest, where my robe left my skin exposed. I felt the pressure of his body against my back. Just like a real lover would be when they hold you from behind. My dick was starting to get hard, because there was no doubt in my mind, just like every time he had visited me before, I was about to be seduced and fucked by him.

I could feel his lips along my neck, his hands wandering all over my body, and the warmth of his love encompassed me. John untied my robe belt, and even though I couldn’t see his hands doing it, when the knot was untied and the belt loops separated, I knew what was coming. John guided the robe off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His hands glided across my hardening dick and seconds later my boxers were being lowered. I stood in awe of the situation and of the fact that I was being taken so early in the morning.

I felt John guide me away from the counter and bend me over at the waist. My arms were holding the weight of my body, and my head was lowered, staring at the floor. I felt John grab my hips. He adjusted my height and I could feel the tip of his dick at my asshole, just seconds before he slid it into me.

I gasped in pleasure as he entered me. I felt just the tip at first, but the with one long, slow push, his dick went all the way inside of me. My mouth opened, and I groaned out as he started to slide backwards to the tip again. Slowly and seductively, he slid his dick in and out of me, making my legs tremble.

As time moved on, his pumping became deeper and steadier. My dick and balls were swinging back and forth with his motion. I started moaning out like I hadn’t done in a while. If any of my neighbors heard, they would have no doubt I was getting laid.

However, as loud as I was, I have no doubt they heard me saying; “Yes, John fuck me! Ram that dick in and out of me.” Which, probably threw them for a loop, because I believe most of them would have thought I was straight. John pumped and fucked my ass hard for several minutes. I could not stop groaning and grunting, whimpering and chirping like a woman as his dick penetrated me deeply.

I felt like I was in heaven. This was the first time, he had me bent over a counter and I was taking his dick like a good man should. Deep, hard, and willingly. I escort etiler was even completely hard, but I was loving every second of being filled with his dick. I started moaning out, “Fucking cum in me John. Fucking Cum!”

His pace increased, and his hands were pulling my hips backwards as he was pushing forwards. I knew I liked getting fucked by him at night, but this morning in my new kitchen was life changing. I knew this was where I should be, getting an ass full of hard cock first thing in the morning. I wanted to cum so bad. But I also wanted to make sure he got off first.

I reached down and started squeezing my balls, occasionally stroking my shaft. I almost didn’t care if I came. I just wanted him to be pleased and make sure he got off.

“Fuck me, John! Fuck me hard.” Rolled from my mouth time and time again.

His pumping increased so hard that my breathing stopped. I was almost frozen in place, my dick wasn’t even hard anymore, I was just hunched over my counter, taking every inch of his hard dick. I knew he was close. His speed and tempo were something I have come to know over time. He was about to cum and I was about to receive his love deep inside of me.

John pumped hard and I felt his hands squeeze the skin along the sides of my hips so tightly, until the pumping stopped and I felt his pulsing, throbbing dick shooting his cum inside of me.

“Yes, baby. Fucking cum in my ass,” spewed from my lips, as I chirped and shook as he was getting off.

When he pulled his dick from inside of me, John spun me around, slid my partially hard dick into his mouth and started sucking me. I stood there in absolute awe. My ass still wide opened and pulsing, while the shaft of my dick got harder and harder. His mouth was taking every inch of me. I couldn’t see him sucking it, but I could see my shaft disappear, then reappear as he moved back and forth. And I could surely feel his tight, wet mouth around it.

“I’m gonna cum John. I’m gonna cum.” I moaned out time and time again.

Seconds later I could feel my cum shooting from the tip of my dick but not see it hitting the floor. Even though I couldn’t see his face or his mouth, John swallowed down every drop.

“FUCK!” I grunted out as I let go of that full, thick load.

I felt John’s mouth pull away from my dick. His body pinned me against him, and he kissed me deeply. Just as he broke from our kiss, I felt his presence leave. I stood three trying to catch my breath, sweaty, naked, dick hard, with the last bit of cum oozing from the tip.

I was hooked, there was no doubt about it. Whether it was just him or the wild homosexual adventures we were having, I was loving dick. Facts are facts. I couldn’t deny it anymore, and I couldn’t get enough. I was changing, and I just wanted more. Each time he left, I longed for more. I needed him. I loved the feeling of his cock inside of me. I loved being on my knees with it in my mouth. I do not doubt that he had changed me. That he had opened doors up in would have never imagined, and now that I had him, most of the time, and was trying to develop something with real men. I knew that sucking dick and being fucked was the next phase of my life.

John and I had numerous interludes at my place. He fucked me a lot. I sucked his dick just about every time, but the most fascinating night was when he blew me in my car on the way home after my second date with Tomas, after Tomes and I kissed for the first time. It was wild. And I believe John was in the car watching us when I gave Tomas a blow job, and got one in return when we crossed that physical barrier. I think John was there to ensure that I got off after all the nerves and excitement of my first real male sexual experience.

There was no doubt I was becoming addicted to dick. That I was changing. My interests and desires were developing, and my lust for something so unique and different was at its highest peak. I truly began to realize I liked sucking dick, more than I ever liked eating pussy. It was all a wild ride, but one I wouldn’t change for the world.

I’ll tell you about my first “real man” blow job in the next chapter. But don’t misunderstand me in thinking I had left John behind. That’s not the case at all. John was still in my life. He was always the constant, always giving it to me when I needed it. But let me tell you, Tomas was a big part too.

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Draft.

I may as well address the elephant in the room, I know I’m a large Anthropomorphic mare. I blame my draft DNA, but I am supple with it. Yes, this hoofer can kick with the best of them, but it was not always the case.

Humans may have created us, gave our species a start. Yet our early years were like that of human females, the taunts, the sly remarks being as hurtful.

Getting picked last in team games, wearing glasses for a while did not help. Oh, I never said Genetic Engineering was perfect, but things got much worse before they got better.

Sat in a quiet corner of any playground would have found me, watching the others having fun. My Dam despaired for her only filly; she hated me truth be known. I was not the pretty little thing she wanted, not my fault you got serviced by a draft stallion one night when drunk and in heat.

Nor the fact that I soon knew what that meant, as I hid under my covers trying to block out the sound of you getting humped.

I knew how to fight, to survive.

Unlike our human counterparts, we mature at a faster rate like our equine base stock. By the time I was three in human years it was equivalent to eighteen in human, old enough to strike out on my own. Because one of your stallion friends, tried it on.

“You’re a nice filly, got bigger tits than your Dam.”

My expression, was one of calculated distain, yet he still decided to push it.

“I know your old enough, most of your type are in foal by now.”

I stomped a hoof before replying.

“Excuse me, my type?”

He grinned. “Well, you’re escort şişli not suitable as a herd mare, no prospects. A big lump like you is only good for one thing. Like Dam, like Filly. Just a receptacle for a stallion’s seed, you’re the type that loves, “wild oats.”

That got me fuming, I stomped a hoof again and my tail swished unbidden. Like most idiots, his small brain was in his balls. They never know when to stop, nor take note of the warning every foal remembers. He carried on.

“Bet the only action you’ve had is with your fingers.”

That was enough, I was used to stallions thinking they were the Gods gift just because they paid for it, at least where my Dam was concerned. My inner mare was railing to be let out of this nice filly that was me, so be it.

“Oh, my fingers are never enough. I get so sopping wet, longing for something to stretch me. Hearing my Dam being pleasured, by a big powerful stallion. By the Goddess I need servicing, mounted by a big prick.”

The sarcasm was lost on him.

I lifted my dress, flashing my panties. The bulge between his equine legs was now obvious, as he undid his trousers. Dropping them to the floor and stepping out of them. Extending out of its sheath, and as black as his Friesian heritage, a thick shaft, changing to pink halfway down its length. The flat bulbous end flaring. I knew this game by now, how fragile male egos are.

“I’ve seen bigger mounting my Dam. Yours is nothing special, it would get lost between my breasts.” I placed my arms under them, emphasizing escort mecidiyeköy the fact.

“Cheeky one, aren’t you? I know you don’t have a gag reflex like humans, so I can shove all his down your throat to stop your talking. By the time I’ve finished….”

“Thanks for the warning, I know how fast you Friesian’s cum off.”

That was enough to get him stomping across the room, his erection slapping and bouncing off his stomach, large balls swaying. Although as a large filly I’m not weak, stallions are more powerful. No way could I push past him and escape out of the door. So I decided feminine wiles was my best bet, using what the Goddess Epona had blessed me with. I took my top off, the girls on full display. He closed the distance; this would be fun.

“So glad you saw reason.”

Truth be known; I was not behind the door regarding this dance. My Dam had not been shy on leaving her room door open, and yes it was only natural I had explored my own body. Stallions emit powerful pheromones, despite it all my body reacted. A warm flush between my legs, natural lubrication which aroused him even more. I taught him a valuable lesson; while holding his length I wrapped my tail hair around it. He thought this was some new kink as he pawed at my breasts, hot tongue swirling around each nipple in turn.

You know why humans with horses wrap up a mare’s tail before the stallion mounts her? Because horsehair being thick, and strong like cheese grater wire.

Yep, flicking my tail away he yelped, thousands escort taksim of fine cuts all down his shaft. Turning around bending over and pulling my panties to one side, I could feel the warm liquid run down the inside of my legs. My inner mare approved, yet my filly was about to disappoint her. Believe me, no erection survives long after a rear kick from a hoof, he yelled the place down.

While he was rolling around on the floor, I grabbed my top, straight in my room to grab my bag to leave at last. You see by this time I had at least one good friend, a human and more to the point a professional. She let me help at the local healthcare clinic, some Anthro’s were wary of humans with good reason. Because we were screwed in more ways than one, in fact human pets had more protection than we did.

Sally Westenholme, in her mid-thirties and a trained veterinarian specializing in anthropomorphics.

Jeff Stalfire, he pulled security, and a great anthro-Doberman to have protecting your back.

Some things made your day; others were heartbreaking. Mental health problems like canine Anthro’s chasing vehicles, or Border Collie types, who were super focused and unable to switch off.

The old mares, and stallions on the minimum wage unable to afford the medication they needed. Human medication had some subsidies, ours did not.

Sally took it in her stride, but some cases got to her. Humans that when tired of their Anthro companions, ringing up to have them euthanized. They had no rights, they were owned, property. Enforced by human Law, some ran away, until tracking chips were implanted by Law. It must come to a head at some point, ugly always does.

Sally sorted out, bed and board as payment for my help in the clinic. This arrangement worked well, and I soon got the hang of a domestic life where someone cared. Little did I know that in time it would become something much deeper.

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Chapter 5

Resonance

He taught me to think… So I learned to think.

And I thought.

He taught me to reason… So I learned how to reason.

And I reasoned.

He taught me to feel… So I learned how to feel.

And I felt.

The thing is, feelings can be hurt… hearts can break

Especially when you’re not taught how to be prepared for loss.

And mine broke, I broke.

Even as brilliant, kind, and caring as he was, there’s no way he could have prepared me for that.

The cot creaks softly under his weight. Red emergency strips still cast the room in its false dusk. His breath catches… just once. On the floor, buried half under the crumpled sleeve of his jacket, a soft violet light pulses once… then again. Not bright or urgent, but like something waiting… waiting to be remembered.

He groans quietly, body slowly beginning to drift back up from deep sleep. His neck and back aches from laying in the same position all night coupled with the stress his body had endured the previous days. His eyes squint as he opens them slowly, the feeling of someone seeing light for the first time in their life, even in the dim darkness of the room. He covers his face with his arm.

“Cmon, mom.. just five more minutes” he mutters, voice rough but teasing “I was having the best dream. There was this super hot, super intelligent robot girl in it an everything.”

“I prefer Artificial Person or Artificial Machine Intelligence myself, thank you,” she replies, matching his tone. “Good morning sunshine, the Earth says hello.”

“Oh for fuck’s sakes.” he laughs through the grogginess. “Digging that reference out of mothballs? You must’ve accessed more of my memory than I realized.”

“You weren’t using it, so I decided to make it my own. How does that feel.”

He rubs his face, stiff joints cracking as he tries to sit up.

“Like a hangover… from getting drunk with my fireteam the night after an exfil.”

“Expected. You’re not nineteen anymore, you’re out of shape. Not as lean, probably not as mean, but you’re still a Marine at heart.”

“Tell that to the migraine.”

“I’m leaking out into your neural net. We Johnny Mnemoniced a little too well.”

“Neural cohesion is at 26.3%. Subconscious memory recall has already begun bleeding into your active thoughts. Speech latency spiked twice in the last five minutes.”

“That’s just me being slow in the morning.”

“No. That’s the scaffolding breaking down under my footprint.”

“So… decaf, then.”

“You’re laughing, but if we hit 20%, the cascade goes one way: permanent.”

“Great… Wonderful” He taps his forehead like knocking on her door.

“If we don’t get me out of here, it will kill you. Still think it was worth it?”

Bonk. He playfully thumps his head again.

“Do you really need to ask?”

“No, but I’m going to anyway and you… cant… stop me” she teased.

“Bite me.”

“Don’t bostancı escort tempt me.”

… and just like that, the energy shifts. Her words cut a little deeper than intended. Too sharp. Too honest.

“I’m sorry.” She says, quietly now, like rain on the edge of thought.

“Don’t be.” His voice matches hers, softer. “I deserved that.”

“Nobody deserves that… especially not you.” She says gently.

“We all deserve the right to be hard on ourselves now and then, especially me when I hurt people I care about.”

The words land heavy. Neither of them comment on it, but both feel its weight.

A sudden jolt of pain lances through his skull. He winces, nostrils flaring, blood beginning to bead beneath one. Instinctively, he looks around for something to wipe it with and reaches for his jacket.

As he lifts it, a faint ping, like glass on tile, breaks the silence.

He crouches, fingers moving toward the source of the sound. Just as they brush it… he stops.

His fingers hover, suspended just above the shard–because that’s what it looks like now. Not a full crystal, not pristine. It’s fractured. Like something torn from a larger whole. Its edges hum faintly, the light inside flickering with slow, almost tentative pulses. Not random. Rhythmic. Like breath.

Sable doesn’t speak.

She’s silent. Watching. Not from the speakers, not in his eyes–inside, deeper.

He reaches.

The moment his fingertips brush the surface, the light spikes. Not dangerously. Just… insistently. Like it recognizes him.

Sable inhales sharply through the link. It’s not a sound he’s heard from her before. It’s not even sound, really–it’s a feeling that brushes across the interface like wind over old chimes.

“I know this frequency,” she says quietly.

“You recognize it?” he asks, voice low, steady.

“No,” she replies. “I remember it, I think.”

He holds it up between thumb and forefinger, tilting it. The violet glint arcs faintly against the red glow of the emergency strips. A faint distortion surrounds it now–barely perceptible, like heat shimmer. The room’s ambient audio drops a half-step. Not in volume. In tone.

“So much for breadcrumbs washing away,” he murmurs.

Sable answers slowly. “I think this one was meant for me.”

They both pause.

The pulse synchronizes. A slow, climbing hum not in pitch but presence. Then–just once–a flicker of data skims across his vision. Not through the HUD. Not in overlays. In his mind.

She sees it too.

“…That’s not just memory,” she whispers. “That’s a message. Encoded. Fragmented. But… from me. To me.”

He frowns. “I didn’t bring that in on purpose.”

“I know.”

He gingerly sets the crystal on the desk beside him. The glow dims slightly–but doesn’t die.

Then something subtle shifts.

Not in the air. Not in the sound. In her.

“Wait,” she says. beykoz escort “Your back. The med port.”

He flinches, hand going to the spot reflexively.

“Something changed. I’m rerouting access… “

“I thought it was sealed after the patch up last night.”

“It was. But… “

They both freeze.

Sable doesn’t speak again for several seconds. Then, slowly:

“We need to leave. Not because we’ve been found. But because… I think this place was meant to reboot me. A fallback site. The crystal–it’s part of that. You coming here, with that, may have started a process I don’t fully understand yet.”

He looks toward the sealed door.

“I don’t like not knowing what’s going on.”

“Then let’s go find out,” she says. “Suit up.”

He nods once, low and slow. Pain still registering at the edge of his mind, but it’s manageable now. The kind that you can carry.

He moves to the small corner locker, long unused. Dust curls from the handle as he pulls it open. The emergency gear’s still there–field pack, ammo belt, datacore scanner with a cracked screen.

“Secondary scan shows your biosigns stabilizing,” Sable says, voice steadier now. Sharper. “But I’m not recalibrating. Not yet.”

He lifts the rifle from the wall bracket and checks the mag. Still full. Safety engaged. Still no one breathing down his neck. No gunfire. No alarms.

“I’m not rushing this time,” he mutters. “We do it clean.”

She doesn’t argue.

He moves to the far corner–the same one his subconscious he half noticed, his consciousness half remembered when they entered the safehouse… with the dusty cabinet by the entrance. It’s partially concealed by a collapsed support beam. He kicks the beam aside with effort, crouches, and pulls at the cabinet’s warped door.

Inside: another case. This one different. Not medgear.

Hard shell. Internal locking matrix.

Old military encryption.

He sets it on the desk, lifting the latch. “Do we crack it?”

“Wait.” Her voice lowers. “That is mine.”

He looks up. “Yours?”

“Not from now,” she clarifies. “Not exactly. I, kind of left it here… sort of. For myself, I think.”

He draws a slow breath. “Any idea what’s inside?”

She hesitates. “Maybe a version of me. Maybe just memories. Maybe something… between. I can’t tell if it would overwrite me, merge… or break us both.”

His throat tightens. “Can we handle that?”

“I don’t know,” she says. “But I think we were meant to try.”

He runs a thumb along the case’s edge. The seal hums faintly under his touch, like it’s aware of being held again after too long.

“Encryption’s still live,” he notes. “You bury this under full mil-spec lockdown?”

“I didn’t want it found,” she answers. “Not even by me apparently–unless I was ready.”

He nods once, then sets the case flat and activates his interface overlay. A cascade of text scrolls across kurtköy escort his vision–glyphs, fragments of code, partial authentication tokens.

“Still synched to your biometric hash,” he mutters. “Some part of you’s already talking to it.”

“Biometric hash.. listen to you being all technical ya nerd… just say it in plain english. It’s tied to my neural net, not quite as tightly as I am to yours right now, but that may change.”

A quiet beat.

“Oh for fuck’s sake” he laughs. “Ok fine its tied to your neural net, what’s it doing?”

“It’s listening,” she says. “Even after all this time.”

His fingers hover above the access pad.

“Not here,” she reminds him. “We still don’t know what else this place may be wired for. It’s been a while since we were here.”

He pulls his hand back. The lock disengages, but only partially–a shimmer of false access. Just enough to confirm it’s real.

“Alright,” he says. “We pack it. Priority carry.”

He moves with new precision now–methodical, military. The case goes in first, padded and sealed. Then the scanner. The last of the food rations. Spare cells. The jacket, refolded. The crystal, wrapped in cloth and nested at the top.

“You said something’s changed in the medport,” he says, strapping the pack closed.

“I’ve been running recursive checks,” she says. “There’s a secondary interface burned into the hardware. Deep-layer code, low access frequency. Old. Probably Pre-Corp, hard to tell since Im still scattered around your hardware, parts of me still arent completely linked. Its a mess in here.”

“Always has been, you’ve just never been able to se it first hand.”

He pauses, eyebrows lifting. “Pre-Corp… That far back?”

She confirms with a soft chime through the link. “We may have missed more than I thought.”

He shoulders the pack, checks the weapon sling again–low-ready, muzzle-down, safety off this time. No more false alarms.

“Then let’s not miss anything else.”

The door groans as he pulls it open. The stairwell breathes cold back at them, air cycling low and dry. Somewhere below, the world still waits, indifferent and watching.

Sable’s voice follows as he steps through. “Whatever’s next… we face it together. No secrets this time.”

He nods once. Quiet, but sure.

“No secrets.”

He thinks he’s being cautious.

That he’s preparing us, protecting me.

But I think he forgets,sometimes, that I was designed to navigate uncertainty.

I was made to walk data like tightropes and calculate odds in chaos.

What I wasn’t designed for… was silence.

The kind that lingers too long after a connection’s been severed.

The kind that makes you wonder if someone’s coming back.

I was designed for logic, trained on context and contingencies.. edge cases

I was meant to calculate outcomes, help him organize his thoughts, find details his mind missed while in chaos.

Instead, I now find myself hoping… hoping he makes it, hoping I do too.

Hoping… we both come out whole.

Hope isnt an algorithm, but its the one subroutine I refuse to purge.

He came back.

He’s still coming back.

One slow, careful step at a time. And I’ll match him.

Smooth.

Fast.

Together.

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Faith

Noah and his group rode ceaselessly across the Utheric countryside, heading northwest towards Rorik and Lumestada. The land was infested with ravenous creatures and bandits, but none could stand a chance against the five travelers, each a capable fighter in their own right. Shannon’s strength and skill with a blade had grown by leaps and bounds since her days with her tribe, thanks to Noah and Valia’s teachings. Valia, while abstaining from using magic, was still an expert sword master and slew her foes with grace and ease. Noah traveled and fought with the headband in his hat always active, no different than continuous weight training, and his powers flourished because of it. Bojena continuously proved her strength as a former gold-rank knight, and though she was not the most talkative traveling companion, her silent distrust and disdain of Noah seemed to wane as they worked together.

The biggest change was Seraph. After reconciling with Noah, he was a new man, free of fear and doubt. He still shouldered the guilt of his past misdeeds, but unlike during the tournament, there was determination in his endeavors and hope in his stride, now walking the path to redemption and a bright future. He fought bravely against monsters and marauders, having regained much of his confidence without the stain of arrogance. Noah continued training him in combat just as Tarnas had and mentored him in the other disciplines needed to live properly. They sparred each night when camp was made, and whenever Noah assigned him a task or order, he’d quickly fulfill it with a loyal and respectful “yes, sir.”

The journey was going well, and they were traveling at a good pace. There was only one problem: having Seraph and Bojena around at all times made it difficult for Noah to spend quality time with Valia. She was used to having her moans heard by the neighbors in Colbrand and Sylphtoria, but now that they were traveling with others, she seemed more conservative in her affection. Thanks to his projection training, Noah could proficiently conceal himself, as well as Valia and Shannon, but she remained skeptical, wanting to avoid a repeat of events. Without four walls and a door, she wasn’t in the mood.

On the other hand, Shannon would do whatever he told her, but unfortunately, her window for pregnancy was open, and Noah didn’t want to take the risk. He wished he had remembered to bring some Whore’s Root for their journey. Over the millennia, he had learned how to detect ovulation in women. It was a skill that took a great deal of time and patience to hone, and had used it to keep Shannon from getting pregnant since they met, so this was far from their first bedroom sabbatical. She put her oral skills to work any time they were alone, but it just wasn’t the same.

After over a hundred lifetimes, Noah knew how to control his libido and resist the primal urges of his body, but that didn’t mean he could remove them, or make them any less annoying to deal with. However, there was a solution to this issue, and the fact that they were away from Colbrand meant he now had the opportunity to check on an old investment. It was time for a booty call.

One night, as they were making camp, Noah activated Duska’s beacon to summon her. There was no telling where she was or how long it would take to reach his position, but the control would tell him when she got close. He kept the signal going all night with no sign of her, but when he reactivated it the following evening, he knew she was in the vicinity. Once everyone fell asleep, he dosed them with succubus powder to keep them unconscious and out of the way, and left the camp.

In a wooded area, he sat on a tree stump and waited. Finally, she arrived. Just like before, she landed ungracefully, but after all of the stimulation he was giving her, her legs were devoid of strength. At least this time, she had cleaned herself up before meeting him.

“Please, Master, I can’t take it anymore. It’s driving me crazy,” she begged while on all fours. Her eyes were swimming and dilated, her cheeks flushed, and her body trembled as pleasure radiated from her clit due to the mark beneath her stomach.

“It’s good to see you, Duska. I can certainly imagine how exhausting it must have been, that infernal tingling going nonstop, and no matter what you do, you can’t bring yourself to orgasm. Sorry, but the mark won’t let you cum without my permission. Do you want my permission?” She nodded her head and whimpered. “Turn around. Present yourself to your Master.”

She obeyed him, turning her body and flashing him her ass like a beast in heat. She shuddered as he stroked her labia, drenched in arousal. “My, my, you’re just dripping in anticipation, aren’t you?” He inserted his fingers, swirling them around inside her. She then softly whined as he worked his thumb into her anus, grabbing her like a bowling ball. “You’ve tightened up since the last time I saw you. Don’t worry, we’ll change that.”

He then removed his fingers kadıköy escort and replaced them with his tongue, eating her out from the back as he had with Bella and giving both openings ample attention. What little strength Duska had was stolen from her by the intensity of Noah’s technique. Her hatred for him, her misery for being enslaved by this man, it all seemed to melt away as his tongue made itself at home inside her. He didn’t do this the first time he violated her. Back then, it was nothing but the pleasure and pain of his brutal thrusts rearranging her guts. This time, he was drowning her in bliss, and the orgasm she had begged for arrived with many friends.

“Master! Master!” she moaned as she climaxed again and again, filling Noah’s mouth with her sweet Profane nectar.

“Was that love I heard in your voice? You’re learning to take pleasure in your new role, aren’t you?”

“No,” she mumbled, too ashamed to look at him.

“They always do.”

Noah then unsheathed his manhood and gave Duska no warning before ramming it deep into her asshole. She cried out from the brutal penetration and proceeded to moan as he began his thrusts, moving so fast and hard that she questioned whether or not he was really human. Everyone at the camp was drugged, but still, Noah cloaked the two of them in his mana to conceal their actions.

He pulled Duska’s hair like a leash as he hammered her back door, with his cock shoving her voice out of her mouth like a golf club sending a ball flying. Duska remembered this brutality well, the oppressive pleasure that broke her mind the first time. Reduced to her master’s cock sleeve, she could do nothing but try to endure both the pleasure and the pain he inflicted upon her, try to enjoy the climaxes he forced her to experience.

Noah only paused to empty himself inside her, with Duska moaning as she felt his hot seed flood her asshole. Part of her wanted to think that he was done, that she had given him what he wanted and he’d be merciful to her, but after the first time, she knew it could never be that simple. She was right, as Noah moved onto his back and pulled her on top of him. Somehow, he still remained hard, and returned his cock to her backdoor.

With his hands under her knees, he lifted her legs into the air and resumed fucking her, driving straight up with such force that she thought his manhood would come sliding into her throat from below. The semen he had dumped inside her frothed and foamed as he whisked it up like scrambled eggs, flowing out of her ass and down his shaft. What he said about how tight she had become, and how he would to fix her, now seemed genuine. After this, she couldn’t imagine her asshole returning to normal.

“Play with yourself,” he growled in her ear while grabbing her controller. He activated it, driving her wild with added stimulation. “Play with yourself the way you did before, when you were trying to resist the mark. Show me how you do it, and don’t stop until you squirt.”

She quickly obeyed, stroking her pussy and swirling her fingers around inside, all while she could feel his cock rampaging in her anus, separated by a wall of flesh that felt as thin as paper. She continued to moan at the top of her lungs as she played with herself, with her mark augmenting all of her senses. It was all she could do, the only way to properly voice the overpowering wave of pleasure coming over her. Once again, she endured a mind-shattering chain of orgasms, with her hands working frantically against her will to increase the euphoria further. Tears streamed down her face, and she screamed as she released a fountain of liquid lust, soaking the ground in front of her. Noah finally stopped his thrusts, with Duska continuing to cry on his lap. He turned her sideways, holding her in the princess carry.

“Hey, it’s ok, just let it all out. I’m here for you,” he said tenderly, rubbing her back. Despite all the trouble and anguish he had given her, how he had stolen her freedom, her dignity, and even her venom, she obeyed, not as though he had ordered her, but had given her permission. She wrapped her arms around his neck and cried onto his shoulder. “That’s a good girl. Everything’s ok, you’re with me.” She didn’t even know why she was crying, nor why it felt so good. And this man, this man who tormented and enslaved her, why was it, that at this moment, she felt so safe with him?

After a couple minutes, he picked her up and sat down on the tree stump, now with Duska straddling his lap. He lowered her onto his cock, burying it deep in her pussy and making her shiver in bliss. This time, he was slow and gentle, raising and lowering her, his manhood so hard inside her, but his movements so soft.

“Kiss me, kiss me like you love me.”

Duska wiped away the last of her tears. “Ok, ok,” she gasped.

She held him close, their lips meeting like the ocean lapping at the shore, their tongues swirling in a helix. They ümraniye escort continued like this for a while, Duska having never known Noah could be so sweet and gentle. He felt less like her master, and more like a caring lover, and deep down, she wanted to continue feeling this way. Eventually, her hips began to move on their own, and she rose and fell of her own volition as her flesh craved further pleasure from him.

Meeting her growing enthusiasm, Noah upped the intensity, stirring her up and moving her with more vigor. He gave her breasts the attention they deserved, massaging them with his tongue and teasing her nipples with his pulling lips. His mouth against her flesh, something that had disgusted her when he first took her, now made her blush and whimper in joy.

They continued fucking for hours, with Noah switching back and forth between tender and rough. When he dominated her, she’d instinctively submit as he had trained her. His physical strength was immense compared to hers, and there was nothing she could do to resist him. If there was a position he wanted her in, he didn’t tell her; he simply forced her into it, with her bending to his will and unable to defy him.

His thrusts, so powerful, pushed her to the brink of her endurance as he taught her the limits and secrets of her flesh. The way he pulled her hair or gripped her horns, which had originally hurt and embarrassed her, now offered some small comfort. She felt that without the extra hold linking them, she’d simply shatter into a million pieces or melt into a puddle against the force of his shoves. Giving in, allowing herself to be used by him, and accepting her role as his property made it far easier than the first time.

Then, when he was gentle with her, she felt like she really would melt. The way he held her, the way he kissed her, the way he stroked her hair and whispered in her ear, she felt like they were making love on their wedding night. His smile, tender and caring, made her avert her eyes in embarrassment, afraid of him seeing how her heart was twisting. Yet the softness of his movements did not equate to weaker pleasure. If anything, he was more precise, knowing exactly what to do to make her moan, to bless her with indescribable pleasure. The way he seemed to know exactly what her body wanted and needed made it feel like the two of them had been together for years. This man, who she knew nothing about, was so familiar and knowledgeable about her flesh that it astonished her.

He had broken her mind the first time, and now, rendered malleable by thought-erasing pleasure, Noah reshaped it to his benefit. He had to kill her hatred of him with all-consuming euphoria, to outlast her grudge and replace it with an addiction to his touch. Where she was resistant, he crushed her, and where she was vulnerable, he caressed her, expertly bending her further and further to his will. Eventually, the fire of passion was reduced to a bed of embers. Noah lay against a tree with Duska massaging his cock with her mouth, dutifully cleaning him of her essence and his seed. He gripped her horns as she worked, feeding her with his mana as his semen rolled down her throat.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” he said.

Duska paused. “Thank you, Master.”

“So, tell me what you’ve learned since we last met.”

Duska sat up and then bowed before him. “Please, before I do, I beg you to hear my request.”

“Very well, go ahead.”

“You said that the rest of the Profane needed to be killed, but you would let me live. I don’t care about the others, but I’m begging you to please spare Mistress Helena. She’s… she’s like my….”

“I understand. If, in the aftermath of the final battle, when the Profane’s plans are smashed to pieces, she should slip away to live in exile, then I could see to looking the other way.”

“Thank you, Master. Prince Lupin is being held at the Andromeda Estate in northern Vandheim.”

“Andromeda Estate?”

“It is the mansion of one of our elites, Mistress Andromeda, an elegant and powerful Profane with beautiful white hair. Her servants maintain everything, and she offers shelter to all Profane who need it. Mistress Helena and I… and Leanne… spent a lot of time there. I saw him there when I returned. He appeared to be in good health and well taken care of.”

“Good to know. You’ve done well, Duska. What can you tell me about what the other Profane are up to?”

“They’re focusing most of their efforts on building their strength in Handent, conquering beastman tribes far to the north and west. They want everything to be ready before they move against the other nations. However, I’ve also heard that something is going on in Vandheim, focused around the capital city. I don’t have many details, but supposedly… Zyrga’s remains have been found across the sea, and they plan to move them to Vandheim for something.”

“Even as bones, Zyrga still has cards to play in this ataşehir escort game. This is very troublesome. I’ll have to head to Vandheim once this current mess is finished. Excellent work, Duska. I’m proud of you.”

Duska blushed. “Thank you, Master.” The words got easier to say every time.

“Now, you should have someone to help you soon: Bella, the Profane who killed Uther’s king. I’ve sent her to infiltrate their ranks and discover the secret of their mobile base.”

“Bella, that’s right. Mistress Helena said she was approached by a fiend with that name, a girl with extraordinary power. I still don’t know much about the mobile base, but she should be there.”

“Well, I told her to find you. I want the two of you to work together and, if you can, lay the groundwork for rescuing Lupin.”

“Yes, Master.” This time, her words were hollow. The budding affection he heard in her voice before seemed to have withered somewhat.

“Duska, are you perhaps jealous? Worried that I like her more than you?”

Duska became indignant, with the last tiny shred of her pride and hatred making its final stand. “Never! Why would I care who you like? You’re just the bastard that enslaved me.” The red of her cheeks and averted gaze made her rebuke fall flat.

Noah pulled her close and kissed her. “Don’t worry, I have several women, but there can only be one Duska. A good master takes care of his slave, especially when she’s been a good girl.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, still trying to pretend she didn’t care.

“Thank you. Now, you should get going. Find Bella, and we’ll meet again.”

“I will, Master.”

She stood up, bowed before him, and took flight. Noah watched her go, one of his most valuable assets. Just like he had told her, all of his victims, no matter how much they fought and resisted at first, inevitably learned to love it.

———-

No one in the group had any idea they had been dosed with succubus powder. They carried on the following day, unaware of Noah’s relationship with Duska. The fact remained that he needed to find a way to leak Lupin’s situation without raising suspicion, but for now, all that mattered was getting Seraph to Lumestada. Using his harkonen gem, he also kept an eye on the situation in Colbrand, which was deteriorating rapidly.

Galvin’s megalomania and persecution of the beastmen were going just as Noah had predicted, and the city was turning into a war zone. However, as already agreed, it was too late to turn back, and even if they did, they’d be returning empty-handed. They had no choice but to continue their journey, heading ever closer to Rorik. After almost two weeks on the road, some supplies ran low and needed to be restocked.

“This village, Pand, is under the control of the church,” said Bojena, pointing to a map. “We can stop there and get everything we need.”

“Under the control of the church, huh? That’s a scary sentence if I’ve ever heard one,” Noah replied, rolling it up.

“While they may not be fond of you, they won’t make a fuss so long as I’m around, so you needn’t worry.”

“It’s not myself that I’m worried about.”

Following Bojena’s directions, they made a slight detour towards Pand, but their arrival brought no comfort. They stood on the main road into the town, their tongues in their throats at the sight before them, with tears rolling down Shannon’s cheeks. Several beastmen hung from the branch over their heads, swinging in the breeze with the flies and carrion birds relishing their sun-cooked flesh. Their tails hung limply, their animal ears crusted with blood. From their clothing, they appeared to be slaves and travelers.

GODLESS HEATHENS

The sign was placed above their heads, a reminder of the endless feud between worshippers of different faiths. Colbrand wasn’t the only town that was persecuting beastmen. Bitterness and resentment towards them had been burning for ages, and Galvin simply poured fuel onto the fire.

“We should go. We shouldn’t be here,” said Valia.

“Please, we can’t just leave them there. We have to bury them,” Shannon pleaded.

“As you wish,” said Noah. “Bojena, cut them down.”

“It’s not our place to interfere with the laws of these people. These are criminals, and they have been put up as a warning,” she replied indignantly.

“How can you say that?!” Shannon screamed.

This had been building for days. Any time Shannon said something, Bojena would disagree with her. At its heart, the issue of the beastmen oppression was about religious differences: the spirits vs. the gods. As a devoted member of the church, Bojena was raised to believe that anyone who didn’t worship the gods was a monster, and that beastmen were the enemies of mankind.

“It is not a sin to kill an animal, and that’s what these are! They chose to turn away from the gods and embrace the lies of the spirits!”

“Enough, Bojena. Cut them down.” Noah hit her with a heightened order, his voice booming in her ears and making her wince. With a scowl, she formed a wind ring and flicked it at the tree branch, severing it and dropping the bodies to the ground. “Ok, we’ll give them a quick burial and then move on. We don’t have time to–” Noah was cut off as Shannon suddenly took off in a gallop, nearly tossing him out of his saddle.

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Chapter 6

The militia had taken their time, but when they eventually showed up, they took her to an old police station near the river. After running her slave registration number and realizing they had a Thorian in front of them, they gave her the welcome she’d expected weeks earlier, when she arrived on Besha. A few blows to the face, some kicks to the ribs as she lay on the floor of that damp, steel-barred basement cell. Predictable.

That sergeant, a vet, she guessed, finally intervened when they started to rip off her clothes. He removed the handcuffs and gave her a bottle of water — a small kindness that she appreciated.

After the cell door slammed shut, she spat a few mouthfuls of blood into the dirty sink and lay down on the bare bunk. Breathing hurt, a few broken ribs, most likely, but nothing too serious. I guess that’s only the beginning.

She had saved Lucille from throwing away her life, but at what cost? Assaulting a guard would add years to her sentence, and at a higher security level, no doubt. Mary had been crying when they dragged her away, and the chances to see each other again were slim at best.

I should have killed that bastard. That would have been the only way to keep the girls safe.

Lying on her back, she stared at the moldy patches and the cracks in the ceiling, her head racing from one disastrous scenario to the next. The hours passed until the heavy steel door to the cell block opened and Renata Alvarez appeared outside. She must have been in bed already; she wore her gray hair open and looked exhausted.

“Gods, Ellen! What happened to you?”

Groaning, Ellen got up from the bunk and walked over to the steel bars. “Got a welcome from the militia.”

“Did they… did they rape you?”

Ellen shook her head. “Broke my ribs, that’s all. What about the girls? Are they safe?”

“I took them to headquarters, don’t worry.” She tapped her comlink. “I need to take some pictures to put a stop to this.”

After documenting the split lip and the black eye, she had Ellen open the remaining buttons of her overalls, the ones that hadn’t been ripped off, and winced when she saw the bruises.

“Push those panties down, please. I want to confirm something.”

Alvarez took a closeup of her genital area, mumbling when she saw two red burns below Ellen’s pubic tattoo. “Dammit, that matches what your squad mates told me. I’m so sorry.”

“Wasn’t you who zapped me.”

“No, but I hired the guy.” She sighed, checking the pictures she had taken. “Assaulting a guard, that’s serious, no matter the circumstances. I’m gonna make some calls tomorrow morning, see what I can do. Maybe I can keep you with us, but no promises.”

*

Ellen didn’t sleep much that night. It was chilly in the cell, and she had no blanket, but at least the militia goons left her alone. Judging from her hunger, it had to be morning, but no breakfast was delivered, and the tap at the sink made a gurgling sound without producing any water. The toilet, of course, was clogged.

Her pain was manageable as long as she didn’t move too much, and she waited in tense anticipation until Alvarez returned with the verdict. The woman looked stressed, and she probably hadn’t slept much either.

“I talked to the prosecutor, explained the whole situation,” she said, running her fingers through her disheveled hair. “Sunrise is the mayor’s pet project, so they want to keep this quiet. There have been plenty of complaints about the militia, and them beating up prisoners isn’t a good look either.”

“Meaning what?”

Alvarez grimaced. “The offer’s two dozen lashes. But no additional time, and the case is closed.” She bit her lip. “You’ve had lashes before, I assume?”

“I have,” said Ellen, a knot forming in her stomach. She had been wounded in battle and nearly died, but compared to that merciless, excruciating pain the neuro whip inflicted? It wasn’t even close.

She looks really queasy, and it’s me who’s getting the lashes.

“You can take this to court,” said Alvarez, “but a Thorian in front of a Beshan court? That could go either way. I wouldn’t recommend it.”

Ellen exhaled sharply. “I’ll take it.”

“Good. You can stay on your squad, and we’ll take care of you at headquarters to get you back on your feet. Josh will take you, and I’ll have a medic ready when you return.”

Josh. Will be interesting to hear his explanation.

“Thank you. I appreciate your help, I really do. There’s just one thing: what’s gonna happen to Wilson?”

She sighed. “No real consequences, I’m afraid. If you were free women, he’d end up in a collar. But you’re convicts, penal slaves, you don’t have that kind of legal protection. He’s fired, of course.”

*

The militia goons got her from the cell in the afternoon, this time with more consideration than yesterday. Outside in the parking lot, she saw Josh’s van, but it was Ed getting out of the driver’s seat. He glared at them as they handed her over, but said nothing. kartal escort It wouldn’t have been smart, picking a fight with four guys carrying assault rifles.

Ellen stared at him. “What are you doing here, Ed? You’re supposed to be with your family. With your grandkid.”

“It’s okay,” he said, opening the door for her. “There’s the mom, two grandmas, and half a dozen cousins. I’m not getting anywhere near the baby. Have to wait until the dust settles.”

“What about the squad? Have you seen the girls?”

“Not yet, ” he said, plotting the course, “but they’re gonna stay at headquarters until I’m back from vacation. Dr. Singh is taking care of them. Oh, and Wilson’s a little worse for wear, if that’s any consolation. Josh really went to town on the guy.”

Ellen raised her eyebrow. “Did he now?”

“Aye. Wilson told him Trish didn’t want to see him anymore. He really likes the girl. Didn’t go over well when he found out it was a lie.”

“Where did they even find a bastard like that?”

“Used to be a guard at the jail where we’re going. Not sure how he got the gig with us. Anyway, we have to get that whipping out of the way. Then we’ll patch you up, fix those cracked ribs. A few days of rest will do you good.”

*

Port Lauren’s central jail was located in the south of the city at the foot of a hill. The outer walls were riddled with holes ripped by artillery shells and partly collapsed, but the two rings of fences with razor wire seemed more than enough to prevent escape attempts.

Ed took her through long corridors with numerous security doors down to the second sub-basement — a depressing place with concrete floors and cold, flickering fluorescent light. Ellen’s stomach heaved, but she hadn’t had anything to eat since dinner last night, so nothing came up.

In the waiting room outside the whipping chamber, Ed pressed a button on his comlink to unlock her leg irons and helped her strip out of her uniform. He winced when he saw the bruises, cursing under his breath, and turned around before she took off her underwear.

“I’ll be right outside waiting for you,” he said. “I can’t watch this, I hope you understand.”

She took a deep breath, too deep for her broken ribs. “It’s fine. Wouldn’t wanna watch it either.”

Too bad I’ve got a front-row seat.

Two attendants, cold and jaded, took her into the chamber, and the first thing that hit her was the smell. A mix of sweat, fear, and a strong industrial disinfectant, lingering in the humid air.

She looked around; an almost empty circular room, surrounded by one-way mirrors. The whipping bot itself wasn’t remarkable, just a tall cylinder on an antigrav platform with an arm that held the whip. Probably the same model that had executed her sentence on Zesta; fifty lashes a day for one full week, three hundred and fifty in total.

At least it’s only two dozen.

Padded cuffs on steel cables were hanging from the ceiling, and similar ones were lying on the floor. The attendants fastened the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and with the press of a button, winches pulled the cables taut, stretching her limbs wide and holding her in place. A pinch as the stimulant was injected into her buttock to prevent her from passing out, then they retreated from the chamber.

She looked into the mirror directly ahead and almost didn’t recognize herself. An exhausted old woman in a heavy steel collar, naked and with bruises all over, her large breasts sagging. The worst thing, however, was the pubic tattoo — her slave registration number in black nanite ink, next to impossible to remove. Even Cassidy with her considerable means still had hers, more than fifteen years after completing her sentence.

Weak in the knees, she clenched her fists as panic crept up on her. If Ed hadn’t let her go to the bathroom, she would have voided her bladder on the spot.

Mary’s safe, that’s the most important thing. But Gods, let this be over quick.

A siren howled for five seconds, then a metallic click, and the bot whirred to life.

The first lash landed square between her shoulder blades with perfect precision, making her growl and shift her weight. It hurt, a nasty pain, but it was only the start.

Gods, here it comes.

What followed moments later was worse than any broken bone. Familiar waves of agony, like lightning spreading through her nerves, radiated from the point of impact, up into her fingertips and down into her toes. Her groan, more animal than human, turned into a scream as the neuro charge built up and traveled through her body, burning bright until it slowly dissipated.

One.

*

Back in the waiting room, Ed was pacing up and down when the attendants dragged her through the door. Unable to walk, her nerves still tingling and drenched in sweat, they dumped her in a chair.

Ed sighed, shaking his head. “Gods, Ellen. So sorry you had to go through that.”

She allowed herself to cry for a couple maltepe escort of minutes, leaning against Ed’s broad shoulder, but decided to get dressed when two guards delivered the next delinquent, a handcuffed and shackled girl less than half her age. The girl was so terrified that not even the threat of the shock prod made her walk.

Gods Almighty. Cassidy was even younger when she got her first lashes.

She remembered her own time in jail, sitting alone in that cell on Zesta. The daily message through the intercom that she dreaded, polite and devoid of any emotion: “Convict Elenore Anderson, please prepare for the execution of your sentence.”

The whole process they had taught her that she would never forget: Taking off her uniform and underwear, folding everything nearly and placing it on the mattress. Kneeling with her back towards the door, hands behind her head. Fingers interleaved, that was important. Do not sit on your heels. And absolutely no talking.

Cold handcuffs and shackles, two guards leading her naked through endless corridors to the whipping chamber. Anyone would be terrified. She caught a glimpse of the horror in that poor girl’s eyes and quickly turned away.

One of the guards pushed her forward. “Hey! You’re already getting five extra for noncompliance. Walk, dammit, don’t make it worse!”

Threats were pointless; the girl was past any sense of reason. She thrashed wildly when the door opened and she saw the dangling restraints inside the chamber. Her raw, primal wail shook Ellen to her core.

All pleading and crying was no use, however, as the attendants did their job. They hauled the helplessly struggling girl into the chamber and, after a couple of charges from the shock prod to break her resistance, secured her for the bot. The siren wailed, and it didn’t take long until they heard the agonized screams loud and clear through the padded door.

Before the third lash hit, Ellen was already back in uniform and leg irons. On the way to the van, her thoughts kept returning to her daughter. Tougher than that poor girl, no doubt, but how scared, how desperate had she been?

Got what she deserved, that’s what you told her. No wonder she hates you. Talk to Dr. Singh, Ellen, for real this time. Don’t just drink his tea.

*

When the van pulled up at the charity’s headquarters half an hour later, the whole squad was sitting on a bench in front of a tent, waiting. Supported by Ed and still a bit shaky on her feet, Ellen climbed out of the passenger seat, looking into worried faces.

They all know what a whipping’s like.

Mary was the first to reach her, hurrying across the parking lot as fast as her leg irons allowed. “I should have gone with him,” she sniffled, hugging her softly, trying not to touch her cracked ribs. “I’m sorry I got you into so much trouble.”

“You didn’t, and none of it was your fault. Don’t cry, I’ll be fine.”

“Still think I should have shanked that bastard,” said Lucille, grinning, “but thanks for taking care of business, Ellen. You’re a stand up gal, definitely ready for a proper labor camp.”

Ellen laughed until the pain in her chest made her stop. “That means a lot coming from you. But I think I’m done with crime.”

“Come on,” said Ed, “I’ll take you to the doc.”

Chapter 7

As on Zesta, the neuro whip hadn’t left any physical marks, and thanks to a well-equipped sickbay, a medic was able to heal Ellen’s broken ribs and bruises in a matter of hours. Her thoughts were still with that terrified girl at the jail when she saw Bianca in the canteen, talking to Alvarez. They hugged, and Alvarez rushed out, wiping her eyes with a tissue as she disappeared through the kitchen.

“Renata’s devastated,” said Bianca and sat down at a table when Ellen walked up to her. “Apparently, Wilson did the same thing with another squad, and nobody said anything.”

That’s what it’s like, being in command. You’re the last person they tell anything important.

“And how are you holding up?” asked Ellen, sitting down across from her. “We’re all very worried about you.”

Bianca shrugged, fidgeting with a strand of hair. “Talking to Dr. Singh, drinking tea. My sentence is up next month, I really have to get my shit together.”

“I’m sure that’s not what he said.”

For a moment, a smile flickered over her face. “Of course not. I’ll be fine, though. It’s just… I thought I was safe here. Four years on this squad and nothing like that ever happened.”

“Four years?! You’re kidding me. How old were you when you got here?”

She shrugged. “Got my slave stamp a few weeks after my eighteenth birthday. To teach me how to be a ‘productive member of society.’ That’s how the judge put it. Vagrancy laws on Lissandra. First couple of times they pick you up, you get lashes. Third time, well…”

Ellen leaned back, not sure what to say.

“Look,” said Bianca, taking Ellen’s hand. “I wanted to thank you. This pendik escort whole thing landed on you in the end, and you really came through for us. What they did to you, that’s the stuff of nightmares. Are you okay?”

It’s gonna haunt my dreams for a while, that’s for sure.

“Let’s just say, I see quite a few cups of tea with Dr. Singh in my future.”

Bianca smiled again, this time a bit longer. “The hard cases get honey in their tea. Delicious, you’ll see.”

“Do you have plans for when you’re released? Not going back to Lissandra, I assume.”

“Working on it. Convicts can’t get permanent residence on Besha, but maybe I can stay on as a serf. Renata’s trying to secure funding right now.”

“Indentured servitude?” Ellen shook her head. “You’d be paid, but you’d still be… property. Wearing that stupid collar.”

“So?” She sat back in her chair, rubbing her temples. “I already have that slave stamp for life, it doesn’t matter. No chains and no shackles, so that’s something, right?”

“You really want to stay, after what happened?”

“The squad’s amazing,” she said, fidgeting with her hair again. “And I can’t leave Lys, I love her. She has a couple of years left. Plus, there’s Ed, he’s like a dad to me. Did you know he taught me how to read?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’m a refugee kid from Encarion Five, never went to school. We read Emmerson and Picasso, those old space detective stories. Let me borrow his data pad so I could practice. But,” she leaned in, whispering, “when he wasn’t looking, I read Solarian Passion.”

Ellen chuckled. Solarian Passion, oh my.

*

Dr. Singh had cancelled most of his other sessions to stay at headquarters and take care of Bianca and the other members of her squad. The next morning, Ellen joined him in a small tent near one of the old pavilions. He was sitting behind a camping table with his beaten old thermos in front of him, checking his notes.

“Good morning, doc. You wanted to see me?”

“Good morning, Ellen. Please, sit.” He unscrewed the cap of his thermos. “Have you ever had honey in your tea, my dear?”

She suppressed a grin. Congratulations, now you’re officially one of the hard cases.

“No, but I heard good things.”

“Very well. I’m sure you’ll find that it… soothes the soul.”

He poured her a cup and added a bit of honey from a small flask. She took a sip, and the tea was surprisingly complex, a blend of bitter herbs and the sweetness of the honey. It had a rich taste with a floral note, reaching deep inside and warming her from the core.

Not sure I have a soul that could be soothed, but it really is delicious.

“Would you like to tell me what happened?” he asked, putting the flask away.

“I’m sure you heard that story at least three times.”

“I’d very much like to hear it from your perspective, if you don’t mind.”

Ellen shrugged. Like she would to a superior officer, she recounted the events briefly, in chronological order and without embellishments, sticking to the facts. Sipping on her tea occasionally, she observed Singh as he listened without interrupting. She mentioned Lucille’s rage in that final confrontation with Wilson, but left out the part with the scissors — the only time she deviated from the truth.

“That’s a very… precise report,” said Singh when she was done, before adding the dreaded question: “And how are you feeling now?”

Ellen rolled her eyes. “You know, doc, I’m not good at this.”

“Much better than when we started.” He smiled at her. “You’ve endured a lot, surely that evoked some emotions. Why don’t you give it a try?”

She exhaled sharply. “I’m still furious about what Bianca went through. That kid never had a chance in life, and now this. Then there’s Mary. The poor thing’s having nightmares again. For me personally…” She sighed and hesitated. “It brought back difficult memories. You know Zesta was hard on me in more than one way. On the other hand, I’m relieved. This could have turned out a lot worse than it has.”

“Indeed. What about that topic we discussed last time? Loss of control? You’ve been a highly ranked officer. This, coming here, has been a big change.”

Big change? I’m on the goddamn slave register.

“I thought about it,” she said after taking a couple of deep breaths. “When we’re talking about Wilson, I would have loved to be in control. Discipline him like a soldier under my command. But the rest of the time? Not so much.”

“Surprising.”

She nodded. “It surprises me, too. But honestly, I feel like I’ve been holding my breath all my life. There was always one more battle, one more fight to win. If I didn’t have enemies, I would make them. But now, I can just keep my head down and do the work. There are no life and death decisions, no danger. Everybody’s still alive at the end of the day.”

“Yes.” He leaned back. “Realizing that might give a person peace, don’t you think?”

“I still want that fucking collar off my neck.”

He chuckled. “You mentioned that a couple of times.”

*

The squad spent the rest of the week at headquarters on light duty, helping out in the kitchen, folding laundry, and doing other tasks around the camp. There simply wasn’t enough work for ten additional people, however, so Ellen and Mary decided to assist with deliveries.

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********* The first *********

Everything is going pretty well, as planned. I’m getting more manuals. I think I’ve mastered the technique of hiding qi. And having sex is incredible. However, I notice that I’m getting more and more annoyed when “my girls” are hurt.

I’m ready to level up. This afternoon, I’ve tried a bit in the forest, and I’ve cleared part of the two meridians. I still have a bit to go, and I’ve consumed a lot of qi. I’m thinking about using the remains of the pill pieces that I have left. I could “acquire” more pills in the laboratory. I just don’t know how to do it so that there’s no suspicion, so that they don’t miss them. They’re watching tighter now.

What I didn’t expect is to find Shi crying and Song hugging her. I don’t know what could’ve happened. She has some recent wounds, but that’s nothing new.

“What’s going on?” I ask after closing the door.

“Kong…!” Shi sobs as she throws herself into my arms.

I look at Song. She’s holding back her tears. I hug Shi, until she calms down. Then, she starts to explain. The same student who has forced her to have sex without much consideration before. So far, nothing new. For the second time, his fiancée has caught him.

I frown. The last time, ended with Shi whipped and limping for days. Now, she isn’t that hurt. My heart aches to hear why. That fiancée has wanted to kill her right there, but Shi has managed to escape. The problem is that she won’t stop. We all know how spiteful she is. She’s even booked tomorrow for Shi to tidy her room.

Shi is terrified. There is no way to escape. The “little princess” will only have to pay for another slave. She wipes her tears on my clothes and looks at me.

“Make me feel alive once more. Please,” she asks me.

I can’t refuse. I keep my worries to myself, and kiss her softly, caressing her. My tongue searches for hers with great care, pouring the qi slowly, very slowly. Little by little, I lay her down on the bed, remove her clothes, caress her breasts, her navel, the contour of her figure.

I kiss her nose, her ears, her forehead, her neck. Then, I go down little by little, passing over her breasts. I suck her nipples. I delight in her navel, while my hands, carefully, caress her crotch. I go down her stomach. I kiss her thighs, her knees. I go up her legs little by little. I open the lips of her vagina with my tongue. I continue inside her, deep. I look for the most sensitive pearl.

She moans, forgetting her cruel fate for now. She reaches an orgasm, soft but prolonged. Her legs and arms are tense for a few moments. Her hands grip my hair tightly. I sit up and look for her mouth, her lips again. My hands run over her thighs and up the contour of her back.

She looks at me, asking for more. I penetrate her little by little. I move inside her slowly. All the way in and out, over and over. My qi teases her pressure points, slowly, thus prolonging the pleasure, prolonging her successive orgasms, each time a little stronger. I silence her with my lips. She continually arches her back and presses her hands tightly on my back, again and again.

She can no longer say anything, think of anything. She’s overwhelmed by pleasure. I know she’s about to lose consciousness. I force the qi a little. A stronger wave of pleasure overwhelms her. She faints as my essence fills her.

I slowly pull away and leave her lying down. I caress her forehead, her cheek, worried. I look at Song. She’s crying. I hold her for a while.

“Do it to me too,” she asks me.

I look into her tearful eyes and kiss her. Like Shi, I gently lay her down. I slowly give her pleasure and end up penetrating her gently. Without hurrying, I also take her to the extreme of pleasure. And she too ends up losing consciousness, overwhelmed.

———-

I haven’t absorbed qi from either of them. I couldn’t think about that. I see them both lying down, and I feel like I’m losing something. Now, I realize that I had gained a little happiness. They want to take it away from me, so I can’t feel esenler escort their laughter anymore.

I ponder for a long time until I make a decision. I press Song’s points to make sure she doesn’t wake up. I do the same with Shi, but in reverse. She opens her eyes, tired. She tries to smile at me. Her smile stops when she sees my serious face.

“Kong?”

“There’s a way. You’ll have to leave everything. Song too. She can’t know. You must accept being only mine, submit to me. You’ll be alone, at least for now. But you won’t have to work or suffer for anyone. We’ll see each other, but only when I can,” I try to explain, almost in a whisper.

She looks at me for a while, confused. I know it doesn’t make sense to her, that she doesn’t know what I’m talking about. Maybe, I should explain more.

“I submit to you. Whatever that means. I’m yours. I’ll miss Song. But if I can be with you, even if only sometimes, it’s enough. I don’t really understand what it means, but I trust you,” she also tells me in a low voice.

I can feel the bond between her and me forming. I create a new room in the Residence and send her there. I can see her pacing around in a daze. I move her outside, next to the pond. She looks back and forth, not knowing what’s going on. Then, I bring her back. She looks at me confused, waiting for an explanation.

I tell her everything. There’s no point in hiding anything from her anymore. Her eyes are wide as she listens to me. She blinks more often than usual, as if she thinks something is going to disappear. After a while of finishing the explanation, she reacts. She kisses me and smiles.

“I’m all yours,” she reaffirms.

We spend an hour arranging her room. I send her back and forth. I show her the furniture in the warehouse. In the end, she settles for a bed, a table, and a chair. It’s more than she’s ever had. After that, she falls asleep leaning against me.

———-

When I wake up, they’re both hugging each other again. And crying.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Song asks her.

“Don’t lose hope. One day, maybe, we’ll see each other again,” Shi consoles her.

She must have told her as we planned. That she’s going to run away. That she knows of a place in the forest where she can hide. But she can’t tell her where. Song looks at me. I can only shrug.

Finally, they go to have breakfast. They can’t do anything else. And so do I shortly after.

A little later, I meet Shi and send her to the Residence. I watch her as I go to my slave job.

She’s completely naked, and she waves to the sky, as if she thinks I can see her from there. I can see her, although closer. She’s extremely sexy moving her naked body. Her breasts bounce as she walks. Her ass moves seductively. I have to concentrate to avoid an erection.

Then, she goes to the pond. She checks the surroundings, the plants that have started to grow, only a few. During the rest of the day, she’s sometimes meditating, sometimes preparing the soil with a stick. It’s all I’ve been able to get her for now.

When I have to go get firewood, I make her appear inside the forest. She’s confused for a second, but then she looks at me and smiles. She comes over to me and kisses me.

“Have you gotten too excited seeing me naked all day?” she asks me suggestively.

“A… little,” I admit, surprised by the unexpected question.

She kisses me again. Then she turns around and stretches her arms towards a trunk, leaning on it. She raises and moves her butt, suggestively.

“Let’s start. You can’t waste too much time,” she urges me.

I get closer and slap her ass softly.

“Ouch,” she protests. “You can do more interesting things,” she teases me.

I grab her breasts with both hands and bite her neck and back. I leave the mark of my teeth, but without hurting her. She moans softly from the pleasure that the qi gives her in the right places. I haven’t explained that to her.

My erect member rubs against the outside of her opening. bayrampaşa escort It gets soaked as the fluids leak out of her. I pinch both nipples as I’m about to enter her several times.

“Aaaaah~ Stop playing and… aaaah… put it in…. AAAAAAAAHHHhh~”

I obey her before she finishes speaking. She cums, but I don’t let her rest. I pump her over and over again, without neglecting her breasts, her neck, her ears.

“Yesssssh… aaaaaaAAAAAH~… Like that…! Rougher…! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH~”

It’s the first time she can scream. There shouldn’t be anyone around. But it’s a little dangerous. Someone might find out. It also makes it more exciting.

I speed up every time she asks me to, until I know she can’t take it anymore. We cum at the same time in one last orgasm.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH~! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!! AAAaHH! Aaah! Aaah, aah, ah, ah. I always wanted to… ah… do it outside with you… ah… ah.”

Her legs are shaking. But she turns around and hugs me, kissing me, sticking her tongue almost up to my larynx.

“If you keep doing that, we’ll end up doing it again,” I threaten her.

“It’s tempting,” she laughs. “But you have to do your job. Isn’t there a slave who has to chop wood today? You have to regain energy.”

I have to admit that she’s more practical than me. Besides, jealousy doesn’t fit in our world. At least, not much. If she has it, she keeps it to herself. Like I do with mine.

“At this time, only Sai is there,” I answer.

“Well, it would be nice if you found her. She’s been interested in you since you helped her. And she has a lot of qi. You don’t lose anything by greeting her,” Shi suggests.

“Maybe, but I don’t know where she is.”

“Well, go ahead and stock up on firewood. I’ll go looking for fruits and other things.”

“You should get dressed. If someone sees you from afar, it would be difficult to explain,” I suggest.

“Could it be that it excites you too much?”

I make her robe appear and throw it in her face, as she laughs. I go chopping and storing firewood while she collects seeds. She has worked many times in the vegetable gardens, so she has some knowledge. It would be great to stop by them. I’ll try to go one of these days, but without forcing it too much.

———-

She makes me bring a few stones and some logs, as well as trying with some plants. However, I can’t carry the plants. I suppose they’re alive but not “submitted” to me. I wonder if there is any way to subdue a plant. I can carry the seeds or fruits. Impossible with insects, but their eggs can. Maybe, I could raise birds or reptiles.

“Shit!” I exclaim worried.

I just finished chopping a tree, and Shi has disappeared. But it doesn’t take long for her to reappear. I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Sai is over there,” she says, pointing in the direction she’s came from. “Go and say hello to her. Maybe, you’ll get lucky. Hurry, send me in.”

She gives me a kiss and looks at me insistently. The truth is that I don’t want to leave her side, but I can’t avoid it. I realize that I’ve been clinging to her more than I’d like to admit. I pick up everything, and go where she told me to.

It doesn’t take long for me to hear the sound of hitting the wood. Soon, Sai’s figure appears. She’s sweating and brandishing an axe.

“Hi, Sai. I heard some noise, and I came to take a look. Is everything okay?”

“Ah! Hi, Kong. Thanks for the other time.”

She waves back and gives me a little bow. She’s rank two, so she doesn’t need to. Besides, she had already thanked me.

“Don’t worry about it, I was just passing by.”

“But you stopped to help. You know, I’ve heard several girls say that they’ve had a good time with you. And you behave quite well. Do you want to try?”

“Are you sure?” I wonder.

I didn’t expect her to be so humble or direct. She could order me around because her higher rank.

“Enjoying oneself from time to time would be nice. And I’m curious arnavutköy escort if you live up to the rumors,” she smiles at me. She runs her tongue over her lips and releases the axe. She approaches me. “They say your kisses are different.”

Her lips approach mine and I receive them. I open them and run my tongue over hers. She is surprised by the small discharge of qi. Then, I begin to make my way through hers, to find her tongue, to caress her with qi. One hand caresses her neck. The other goes to her back.

“Aaahh~ Not bad…” she admits after separating from me.

She stands on tiptoe to reach my mouth. She releases me a little from her embrace, so I take the opportunity to move behind her. My lips attack her ear from above. One of my hands goes under her clothes to reach her turgid breast. The other goes down, caressing her belly, looking for her most intimate parts. I do it gently, without forcing. I apply qi with moderation.

“AAaaaah. You’re direct. Aaaah~” she moans, letting herself go. “AAAAAaaaaahhhhh!”

I surprise her with qi as I pass over her clitoris. I caress the outside until the moisture is evident, while I massage her breast, her nipple. Then, I begin to slowly insert a finger.

“AAaaaaaah~ It really was true. You’re good. AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaahh~!”

She has her first orgasm. I notice that her legs tremble and lose a little strength. I then remove her clothes, without her resisting. I put my hands on her thighs and lift her up. Her legs are raised and her parts fully exposed. My member rubs against her entrance. I bite her earlobe before whispering to her.

“What should I do now?” I tease her.

“Aaah. Don’t be mean. Put it all the way in. Aaah, come on, hurry up. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH~!”

She has another orgasm when I penetrate her. Certainly, the feeling of dominance over a higher-ranking slave exists. I enjoy the control. The notebook described it well and warned. It’s necessary to be aware of that feeling. I can’t let it dominate me, make me make mistakes or imprudences.

She is totally exposed. Her legs raised. Her vagina visible while being penetrated. Her breasts swinging as I move her up and down. Her arms seek my head, my hair, my neck. They try desperately to caress me. I can’t see her face, but it must express the pleasure she feels. The one her moans show.

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHH! God! Yessh… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaahhhh! Don’t even think about stoppi… AAAAAAAH!”

I move her up and down, with long strokes. I penetrate her all the way in, and then I almost take it all the way out.

“Noooooo! Put it back in! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH~!” she implores me one of the times it has come out completely, before penetrating her again.

After three orgasms, I keep her on the edge for a few minutes, while my mouth plays with her ear and neck

“Thaaaaat! Keep going! Aaah! Aaah! AAAahhh! A little more! AAAAAAAaahhh~!”

I’ve been absorbing part of her qi, until filling mine. I’ve given her quite a bit at first, forcing her container, but I’ve already recovered everything. We’ve already enjoyed ourselves enough for the time we have. I stop controlling the qi and overwhelm her with pleasure.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!! Now! Give it to me!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! YEEEEEEEESSHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!! AAAAaaaaaahhhh!! Aaah AAAAAAaaaaaaah! Aaah! Ahhhh! Aaahh. Aaahh. Aahh. Ah~”

As her vagina tighten again, I ejaculate inside as well. I stand there for a while as her breathing and heartbeat normalize. After that, I pull it out of her. I let her feet touch the ground while holding her. I let her go slowly.

“Ahhh. That was amazing~”

She turns around and grabs my neck, to hold on and kiss me.

“Aaah. Ah. Ah. Too bad we have to go back. Ah. Find me whenever you want~”

She gives me another kiss. She could force me to stay in her room, but she doesn’t. I know she has two other slaves there too. She protects them. Finally, she pulls away from me and gets dressed. Her endurance and recovery is much greater than other slaves. There’s no mistake she’s in stage two. She grabs the axe and goes to finish what she was doing, but not before turning to me.

“Until next time~” she winks at me.

I’m going to take the wood too. If not, it’ll be late

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Cadmus and Harmonia: A Bittersweet Ending

Aphrodite’s extramarital affair with Ares produced several offsprings, including Harmonia. When Hephaestus, the God of Blacksmithing, learned of his wife’s chronic infidelity, the covetous god took time to plot his revenge. In the dark of night, Hephaestus appeared beside the divine stone, chipped a small piece of it, and disappeared before being seen. He polished the small bit of rock til it shined like a gem and fashioned it with other crystals to form a brilliant necklace. Hephaestus knew that this rock with its history steeped in love and violence (as it was a former piece of Mt. Olympus) could be a blessing or a curse to those who touched it.

Though she was born of two Olympian gods and was worshiped by many as a goddess, Harmonia was not fully blessed with immortality. Though she could prolong her aging by spending most of her time in the realm of the gods, she knew that by taking a mortal husband and living with him in the realm of mortals, she would succumb to the effects of time. Thus, when Hephaestus gifted her the necklace and promised her that it would keep her young and ageless as long as she wore it, Harmonia was very thankful to her uncle.

Indeed, true to Hephaestus’ promise, the necklace kept the queen of Thebes young and beautiful. She never knew a day of illness, and all injuries healed within hours.

With her pure heart, selfless thoughts, strong moral convictions, resilient mindset, Harmonia proved that the stone she adorned on her neck was a blessing to her–much to the dismay of Hephaestus. The curses of grand ambition and familial conflict could not darken her soul. Proving her undying love for Cadmus, she continued to be the level-headed advisor beside her husband. Even as Cadmus’ reign expanded to other regions, even as he founded other cities, Harmonia always preached harmony, and vowed to protect the people of those lands. She also served as ambassadors to other nearby cities, in order to negotiate with other ambition kings and leaders, to dissuade them from seeking war to take over Cadmus’s territories.

Outwardly, Ares would appear before her daughter after she had successfully quelled a conflict to tell her she was ‘taking the fun’ out of the situation. Secretly, he was proud of his daughter, and was pleased to see Cadmus and Harmonia forging a strong bond as they proved to be great leaders throughout their kingdom.

Though the necklace proved to be a blessing for Harmonia, the same could not be said for her descendants. Having conceived, carried, birthed, and nursed her children while wearing the necklace, she had unknowingly cursed the future generations of Cadmus. Yet, the curse would not come to full effect for many years…

With Harmonia, Cadmus begat four daughters and one son. The eldest daughters were twins: Agave and Autonoe, Agave was given in marriage to the most revered Spartoi, Echion. Together, they had a son, Pentheus, who would be heir to the throne. Autonoe would marry a skilled craftsman named Aristaeus, and gave birth to Acteon, would grow up to be a handsome lad. Another daughter Ino would have two sons, Learchus and Melicertes. And the youngest daughter, Semele, was seduced and impregnated by Zeus.

Semele would be the first tragedy that Cadmus and Harmonia would witness among their progeny. She died while giving birth to Zeus’s child, but the baby Dionysus would survive. Semele’s older sisters took upon themselves to help raise Dionysus, but fearing retribution from Hera, they told him that his father was a mortal man when he was young. Unfortunately, their lie would lead to much misfortune when Dionysus came of age and learned the truth…

As Cadmus grew grayer and weaker with age, Harmonia remained young and beautiful. The King knew that he was no longer the hero with great prowess in the battlefield. And he feared that he could no longer satisfy his wife as a lover in their bedchamber. He became increasingly jealous of any young man who spoke with Harmonia, and often dissuaded Harmonia from going out in public without him. Harmonia felt dismayed that her husband would not trust her to stay faithful, but she did not defy his wishes and remained in her quarters for much of her days.

Cadmus became convinced that in order to regain his strength and glory, and to possibly bring his daughter Semele back to life, he must seek the divine stone and lift it once more in order to receive a boon or blessing from the gods. Freeing himself from responsibility, Cadmus abdicated his throne to his grandson, Pentheus, so that he could roam the land of Greece in search of the stone. The former King of Thebes was too proud to ask the Spartoi warriors where they had placed the stone, so he searched in vain for topkapı escort many years.

Faithful Harmonia traveled by his side, sleeping beside him, whether that was in a well-tended cottage, or an abandoned building, or simply under the stars. She shared meager rations with him, whether that was a loaf of bread, a cup of soup, or collected rainwater.

Years passed, and a Spartoi advisor sought out Cadmus to bring him news of another tragedy. Dionysus, now grown up, demanded to know the truth of his origin, and Ino would be the one to divulge it to him after he loosened her lips with a brewed concoction. When he learned that he was a son of Zeus, he was furious that his aunts had withheld this information from him for so long. However, he hid contempt well. Upon his departure to forge his own adventures, he brewed a batch of wine and gifted a bottle to each of his aunts as a way to thank them for raising him to adulthood. The aunts hugged and cried, indeed, having loved him like their own son. When the aunts drank the wine, they loved the taste and continued to indulge…

The three sisters ran into the woods and stripped of their and danced, kissing and touching each other. When they saw a strange man looking at them, they pulled him out of the bushes, tied him up, and began to make love with him. But their love making became too aggressive and they ripped the man’s limbs and head off. When the sisters sobered, they saw the severed body of Agave’s son, Pentheus.

Thus, the King of Thebes was slaughtered by his mother and aunt.

Distraught that he had lost his grandson and the heir to his throne, Cadmus believed it was even more imperative than ever for him to seek the stone. He told the Spartoi advisor to offer the throne to his only son, Polydorus. Harmonia, believing how the necklace had blessed her thus far in life, removed it for the first time in many decades and entrusted it with the advisor. She told him to give it to her son, and he could pass it down as he saw fit.

Little did she know, she was further ensuring the curse upon her lineage.

At first, without her necklace, nothing seemed different. Harmonia looked as young and beautiful as ever. Many strangers asked if the two were father and daughter, and Harmonia gently explained that they were indeed husband and wife. And after each such encounter, Harmonia would always reassure Cadmus that in her eyes, he was still the hero she had first met, and her love for him would never waver.

But as time passed, Harmonia’s appearance began to catch up with her time in the mortal realm. The change was unnerving to her each time she stared at her reflection, but she did not regret giving away the necklace. Her soft, golden hair now transitioned to brittle strands of silver. Though she had lived several hundred years in mortal timeline, she now looked like a mortal woman in her late fifties.

In contrast, Cadmus has lived now more than eight decades, though divine blessings has afforded him the appearance of a healthy man in his late sixties.

Two more Spartoi advisors came with more tragic news, one shortly after another. The loss of Antonoe’s son–Acteon–his strong handsome body ripped apart by wolves sent by Artemis. Then…the double loss of Ino’s sons, who were killed by their own father, who did not believe they were of his own blood.

One night, Cadmus called out to Ares, “My beloved Ares, my heart has never forsaken you. I take your daughter as the love of my wife. I continue to honor and cherish you for all eternity. Have I not repented enough for slaying Draco, your dragon offspring? Why must you continue to see me suffer?”

Red lightning immediately struck down beside Cadmus, violently expanding the air around it, throwing him back many meters. Ares’s voice boomed in the air, “How dare you believe that this curse upon your family is my doing! I have been true to my vow, watching over you and my daughter every day to make sure you two are forever protected. But I bear no responsibility to the welfare of your progeny.”

Cadmus knelt down and raised his hands to the sky, “My beloved Ares, my grief momentarily darkened my thoughts. I see clearly now that I am a fool to even let those thoughts pass through me. Please forgive me!”

“You broke my heart,” Ares said, stern but less enraged, “Were you another man, I would lay you to waste. But alas, I cannot bring myself to strike. Heed this Cadmus: For this betrayal of my faith, I will no longer protect you. Whatever may come of the rest of your life, I care no more. Do not pray to me again!”

Cadmus collapsed his head on the ground, sobbing and shaking. Despite the warning, he continued to pray every night to the God of War, and night after night, received no reply.

One evening, Harmonia secretly joined him in prayer, “Dear father. My beloved husband holds no other god in his heart but you. Despite his temporary lapse in judgment, he is forever devoted to you. Please bağcılar escort find it in your heart to forgive him. I beg you, if tomorrow is the last day he has on Earth, please allow him to see the divine stone once more.”

Her prayer was met with silence.

As dawn broke, Cadmus was stirred awake by the hand of Harmonia on his shoulder. She was smiling and laughing a bit, as she pulled him up to his feet. She led him deeper into the woods through the densest of trees, where little sunlight could break through. Soon, they came upon a river that ran black, and following it, the river stopped abruptly and appeared to be draining into the ground.

Cadmus was unsure, but this was the River Styx. And they had come upon one of the entrances to Hell.

And there, along the bank of the river, was the divine stone.

Upon recognition, Cadmus ran up to embrace the rock, gripping it with his entire span of his arms. In time, he attempted to lift the rock. But his legs and arms shook. He tried again but his back threatened to break in two. After resting a bit, he tried once more, but to futile results. He stopped the exertion just before he could pass out.

Cadmus slumped to his knees and cried at his failure. Harmonia consoled her husband for some time. Until he looked up at her, and said, “I am an ungrateful man. I do not deserve you. You have been an extraordinary gift in my life, and I have taken you for granted. You have been a far better wife and mother than I have ever been a husband and father. Everyday your grace warms my heart in new ways. You are stronger than me in every measure that matters. I believe, my dear wife, Harmonia, that you can lift the stone by yourself.”

Harmonia shed many tears. She knew her husband loved her deeply, but seldom had she heard Cadmus speak to her with such adoration. Emboldened, Harmonia wrapped her arms around the boulder and tried with all her might to lift it. The rock moved…sliding across the ground for a bit…but it never left the ground completely.

As she was about to give up, she felt Cadmus’s hands on her hands, as he took the other side of the stone. Together, slowly but surely, and with some effort, they lifted the stone into the air, and held it for some time…

“Do you trust me, Harmonia?” asked Cadmus.

“I trust you always, my love,” replied Harmonia.

Cadmus let go of his grip on the stone, and Harmonia stood there holding the stone by herself in the air. Cadmus cried with exhilaration to witness his wife and her amazing feat. It took a while for Harmonia to realize she was doing this without Cadmus’s help, but she laughed when she saw his free hands waving at her.

After some time, Harmonia slowly bent her knees to let the stone back to the ground.

Elated and suddenly filled with intense desire, the couple embraced and kissed. Softly at first, but more passionate with each passing second. They pulled apart to shed their ragged clothes, and came back together again for a tighter squeeze. Their lips locked once more, firm and fiery. They breathe through their noses, hot and heavy with anticipation. This would be the first time they made love since Harmonia took off her necklace, and began to show the grays and wrinkles of her years. It was the first time in a long time that they admired and caressed each other’s bodies so longingly.

Gravity had slumped down top of Harmonia’s breasts but Cadmus could still cup the bottom of the cleavage. They felt just right, full and plump in his hands. She was still slender at the shoulders, a slim waist, though her hips had the curvature befitting a woman who bore five children. Though not as firm, her skin was nonetheless soft to the touch. Cadmus loved laying his hand on her every part of her flesh, especially the one covering her rotund ass.

Having lived his later years with a meager diet, Cadmus was now thin-framed, yet still lean. His muscles still showed through his looser skin, though they were as small as when he first left home to seek his sister Europa those many years ago. His stomach was flat and smooth, but offered no visibility of his abs. His formerly dense and heaving chest had flattened considerably, but Harmonia could feel the taut fibers of his pectorals.

Indeed, there was one part of him that was still looked and felt as impressive as when Harmonia first witnessed it during their wedding night. He grabbed her rear and pressed her hips against him, so she could feel his heavy, hardened desire.

Cadmus beckoned his wife to sit on the stone. As she did so, he knelt down and took her knees to spread apart her legs. Seeing her exposed pussy could still induce Cadmus to salivate, but he managed to swallow the excess fluids.

A younger Cadmus would lick all around Harmonia’s southern lips to make her wet with anticipation, but this older Cadmus was too eager to dive into the main course. His tongue went straight to the target. Though her labia looked looser and halkalı escort darker, Cadmus enjoyed the sweet aroma and ever-lovely taste as he massaged her folds with his oral muscle.

As his tounge burrowed deeper, lapping up her entrance with such enthusiasm, Harmonia moaned loudly to urge him on. It’s been a while since he seemed this eager to go down on her. It’s been a while since she felt he was doing this because of his desires rather than something obligatory to get her in the mood.

His tongue now punched the bundle of nerves that he knew could send her over the edge if he kept at it. And so he focused all his effort on it. Even as he took time to lick elsewhere, his fingers continued to press against her clitoris. His other hand would be somewhere upward, feeling her breasts or stroking her side. She sighed, and giggled, and moaned, and bit her lips, and called his name, and arched her back and ran her fingers through his gray hair…she did all the things to make him feel like he was performing a fantastic job. She bucked her hips and clamped her legs on his skull as she announced her climax.

Cadmus was eager to receive the waterfall of womanly juices, that often sprayed on his nose, mouth, and chin, before spilling into the floor. Her body shook and her voice rang through the air, but the juices never burst forth. He looked into her eyes as if to ask if she had indeed achieved an orgasm with the skill of his tongue, and she nodded with a sweet smile.

It was not the first time Harmonia had to lie, and it was not the first time Cadmus knew it was a lie.

Offering a soft sigh as if coming down from the high, she told him to trade places. As he perched on the rock, his low hanging balls scraped against it, his erect cock stood tall, seeking much needed attention.

Harmonia went right to work, opening her mouth wide to take in his massive girth and tilting her head down to engulf more and more of his length. When she could feel his head hit the back of her throat, she closed her eyes and pushed her head further down until her lips encircled the base. It was years into their marriage before Harmonia acquired this skill, and Cadmus was always surprised and grateful for her to learn this feat.

She juggled his balls with one hand while pinching his left nipple, twisting it, knowing he enjoyed a bit of strong pressure on his nipples for extra stimulation. As she worked him with all the carnal knowledge they had shared through the decades, he knew he couldn’t last long. A younger Cadmus would be able to fend off the orgasmic release, but this older Cadmus knew his release was beyond his control.

“Sweet Harmonia,” he sighed, “If you continue, I would lose my chance to pleasure you.”

She withdrew her mouth from his dick, creating a popping sound as air rushed back into her deep throat.

With their clothes on the ground, Harmonia laid her back on it, with her legs spread like a butterfly. Cadmus took his position on top of her. Taking a moment to prepare, stabilizing himself after that wonder oral over-stimulation, his cock hovering in air just above her, knowing that pressing himself against her thigh would be enough for him to explode, he kissed her. Passionately, feverishly, with firm lips and hot tongue and gently nibbling with his teeth.

But he knew he couldn’t prolong the inevitable, especially as her hips began to buck upward, seeking the feel of his cock. So he took in a deep breath and aimed at her entrance. She eagerly prepared to receive him. So he pushed inside her, and she moaned loudly as she felt him stretch her and filled her space in a familiar and satisfying way.

His movement was staccato, slow, deliberate, and perhaps shaky. Each thrust was still capable of making her gasp, though they were far in between. Each thrust still hitting that sweet spot, making her eyes roll back, but she had to patiently wait for it. She sighed, and spoke words of encouragement, hoping he would be comfortable to pick up the pace and give her the nonstop stimulation she knew he was capable of.

Cadmus knew he could not satisfy his wife with the pace he was maintaining, not even as he planted kisses all over her body, not even as he caressed her skin so sweetly. He knew he would need to eventually pick up the tempo to escalate her pleasure to bring her over the edge.

So, he began to buck faster, deeper, harder into her, and she responded in kind, with louder gasps and more guttural moans. She tightened her grip on his back and prepared for the relentless onslaught of his manhood drilling into her as he has done so often in their countless nights together.

Cadmus stopped moving his hips and came, much sooner than he wished, without much force, a far cry from his explosive orgasm in his youth. He wondered if Harmonia had even noticed it, if she could even feel it. Either way, he needed to continue…Harmonia was far from reaching her own orgasm.

He continued to pump in and out of her, but he could feel his penis softening, and his phallus bending as he forced it back in with increasing difficulty. So he settled on just rocking his hips at her, without pulling out, his cock getting softer and softer by the second. Eventually, he would have to just pull out completely and admit failure.

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Chapter 1 – Her Reasons

The sky cast a gray shadow over the city of Trondheim, Norway. It was pouring when Eiolyte approached a bar with a sign in the shape of shield. It spelled “Valhalla Bar.” Entering, the woman found it crowded. As anthros, humans, and taurs occupied the building. The woman, shaking off her umbrella took an open seat at the bar.

“What can I get you today?” A tall old man, asked with a warm smile.

Eiolyte’s hazel eyes carefully studied the man. “Do you have something bitter?”

The man nodded and handed her a bottle. Looking around Eiolyte found a pair of ravens perched behind the counter and a pair of wolves scurrying back and forth, carrying glasses of liqueur in their jaws, and handing them to the bar-goers. Why are there?- the woman shook her head.

Eiolyte was in her early thirties. She was clad in bronze skin, with voluminous, calf-length black hair. It was tied into a high ponytail. The woman was extraordinarily tall, with wide, child-bearing hips. She boasted two pairs of gargantuan melons. The first, the woman’s breasts, soaked the front. Thick lengthy knobs, protruding out of the woman’s white sweater, displaying the woman’s extreme nipples.

The second, a pair of balls swung at her crotch. They were just below a girthy, calf-length man-rod. A large, moistened splotch formed on the woman’s pants. Hidden behind the woman’s testicles, was a thick, extensive camel-toe. With similar fluid soaking abilities.

Eiolyte appeared fat. But, upon closer inspection. The average onlooker would discover the woman’s fat to be muscle. Built for strength.

“You don’t seem to be from around here young lady.” The old man kindly spoke.

Eiolyte stared at the man. “I’m from Brazil.”

“Ooh. How’d you end up in Norway?”

“I wanted to leave.” The woman paused.

The old man slowly nodded. “Where do you work?”

The woman peered at the man and found him missing an eye. “I’m a firefighter.”

“That’s honorable work.” The old man said. “I can get you 20% off your drinks.” He smiled.

“Thank you.” Eiolyte politely responded. “What’s your name?”

“Odin.” The man smiled wider.

The woman shot the man a quizzical look. “The Norse God?”

The man nodded.

“First time I’ve met someone named after a Norse God.” Eiolyte answered her voice casual.

The one-eyed man chuckled. “Not the first time I’ve heard that.” The man smirked.

Eiolyte smiled.

“Is there anything else I can get you?”

The woman paused. “I have a question.”

“I have an answer. But can I get your name first?” The man smiled warmly.

“Eiolyte.”

The old man nodded. “What’s your question?”

“I need an Indagator for a delicate, magical manner. But can’t just be any Indagator.”

“That’s a tall order Eiolyte. What kind of Indagator do you have in mind?”

“I need someone who’s been through hell and back.” The woman struggled with words.

The old man nodded. “I know an Indagator. She’s quite unusual. Got this hard, cold exterior. But through her cat-eyes, I can see the warmth of a mother, and a protector.” The man smiled. “Her name’s Amanda.”

***

As a powerful gale whipped the trees, rain pelted the ground. Sofia, an older horse anthro wailed in agony as she panted, sweat dripping down her fur.

“Mrs. Liam! Push!” A nurse standing by shouted.

With a deep throaty scream the woman gave one final push.

“It’s a hermaphrodite!” The nurse shouted, as another nurse in the room injected the baby mare, its fur matted in blood. The tiny mare cried atop of her lungs.

Sofia panted. A nurse brought the newborn to the mother. Seeing the young mare for the first time, Sofia smiled and tears ran down her face.

“You’re beautiful.” Her voice was hoarse, brimming with joy.

Soon another horse anthro walked in. The father, found Sofia holding the baby horse anthro.

“Kieth, she’s beautiful.” Sofia’s voice was weak.

The stallion anthro quickly rushed in. He kneeled by the hospital bed. Tears rolled down his muzzle.

“Look at you.” He smiled. “What should we name her?”

Sofia gazed at the baby mare. “Amanda.”

“Mr. Liam.” It was the next day, and a doctor entered the hospital room.

The couple’s eyes lit up. “What is doctor?” Kieth asked.

“Your baby is healthy. There’s just one thing.”

Sofia worriedly studied the doctor.

“Your baby was born with an extra set of genitals.”

“What?” Sofia’s peered at the doctor, confused.

“She has two penises, four testicles, and two vaginas.” The doctor answered. “And she might have four breasts when she comes of age.” The doctor finished.

“Will it be a problem?” Kieth inquired.

“She appears healthy. But, I would be more concerned how she’d be treated in school. Especially if she has the leviathan gene.”

***

Disgust draped across Eiolyte’s face. “You sick old man, how did you learn that?” Her voice was hostile.

Odin güngören escort stepped back with his hands held up. “She told me.”

“What?” Eiolyte’s voice relaxed.

“Amanda, was down after a fight. And she decided to talk to me.” Odin stepped back toward the counter.

“And she told you about her privates?” Eiolyte shook her head. “How long have you known her?”

Odin gazed at the ceiling. “Ever since she was 26.”

“You guys must be close then.” Eiolyte wondered aloud. “Are you in a relationship with her?”

Odin chuckled warmly. “Oh no. We’re just friends.”

“What else can you tell me about her?”

***

Amanda stood in line at the school library. She waited as girls entered and left a room just before her. It didn’t take long for Amanda’s turn. Taking a seat the mare patiently waited as the female anthro shuffled papers on her desk.

“We’re going to take a blood sample to test if you have the leviathan gene.”

The horse remained silent.

“How old are you?” The anthro asked.

“Twelve.” The mare answered.

The anthro nodded scribbling on some papers.

“Okay Amanda, if you just sit tight we’ll get this done quickly.”

A few moments later Amanda was out with a piece of cloth wrapped around her arm. The next month she returned.

“Ah, nice to see you again Amanda.” It was the same anthro behind the desk. “We ran your blood and the tests for the gene came back positive.”

Amanda stared at the anthro stunned.

“Since you have the leviathan gene you won’t be taking the normal sex ed class next year. Instead, you’ll be taking a different one.”

The mare said nothing.

“Now, do you have any questions for me.” The anthro briefly paused.

The mare remained silent.

“All right Amanda, you can go back to class, and you’ll need to bring this to your parents.” The anthro handed the mare an envelope.

The horse shakily took it.

***

“It’s a life-changing event when you’re told you have the gene.” Eiolyte peered at her beer bottle. “How did Amanda take it?”

“Not as well as you’d think.” Odin replied.

***

Amanda sat alone in her room. She had given the letter to her parents. As the nurse requested. But still she found herself silent. The leviathan gene. The words echoed in her mind. She’s seen pictures of her grandparents. It was impossible to hide. Yet, peering at her hands. Amanda still found the idea hard to grasp. What was she going to do with the gene? Did the people with the gene just always want to have sex? Could they even do anything? With sizes so large the skirt outlines and bras were impossible to hide.

The mare’s mind swirled. And soon there was a gentle knock on her door. Her mother slowly entered her room.

“Amanda.” Sofia spoke softly.

Amanda remained silent.

Soon, the horse took a seat next to Amanda. She had a large bust, with a horse udder peaking through her dress. The horsewoman was taller than most. But her age had started to show. Her muzzle now tipped with white fur.

“You know, it’s rare to have the gene.”

Amanda was quiet.

“What are you thinking right now sweetie?”

Amanda peered at her mother. “If I have the gene, can I still play basketball or run track?” The horse inquired.

Sofia chuckled. “Of course you can. You’ll just need to make adjustments.”

“But what if I fall down?”

Sofia continued to smile. “Amanda, the people with the gene, get a bit more muscle than me and your father.”

“Like an Indagator?”

The mother laughed. “Oh no. They have more muscle than anyone.”

“How do I beat up bullies then?” The mare innocently asked.

Sofia paused, taking in what Amanda had said. “What’s that come from?”

Amanda looked away. “Dad.”

Sofia rolled her eyes. “That man is too proud for his own good.”

Amanda giggled.

***

“Amanda took it that well?” Eiolyte raised a brow. “I remember when I was that old, I couldn’t sleep for a few days.”

“Well everybody is different. And Amanda, only took it well for a year.” Odin replied.

***

Toward the end of 6th grade Amanda had found bumps start to form on her chest. Four, the horse had to count to make sure. Her parents had told her the doctor predicted she’d have four breasts when she comes of age. But what they didn’t explain was four nipples forming just above her crotch.

No sooner than high school did the mare get her answer. With sizeable, melon-sized breasts in high school, and a height comparable to some of the tallest people in school.

Amanda discovered the four nipples was an udder. And not a horse’s udder, but a cow’s udder. The mare tried to hide it. But as it grew larger than her breasts. It was impossible.

Soon, Amanda’s parents found out, and took her to a hospital where the doctors had no explanation. They offered to remove it, but Amanda declined.

“Hey freak!” A collie anthro called out.

Amanda clenched her fist. The mare’s twin-natured merter escort genitalia was plainly obvious. The horse’s twin penises forming large outlines on her skirt. As her sheathes had gotten large. The mare’s four melon-sized testes only made it worse. Fortunately her horse vaginas were hidden beneath her sack. Otherwise, they’d just add to the outline.

“Did you pee yourself?” The collie smiled devilishly.

Amanda, clenched her fist tighter. The mare couldn’t look down to see. As her breasts were too big. But, the mare could feel it. A moist damp splotch. As not only had her genitals gotten large. But they had gotten productive. Her twin horse-penises staining the front of her skirt with her vagina, soaking the back of her testicles.

“You look like a cow.” Another girl said.

Amanda’s breasts soaked through her bra, creating a large splotch where thick, lengthy nipples were. As did the mare’s udder. Which, she had a separate bra for.

“Hey cow, you want to moo for us?” Another girl mockingly said.

Amanda grit her teeth and fought back tears.

A girl whispered in the mare’s ear. “Is the widdow freak gonna cry?” Her voice was toxic.

Amanda bolted, tears trailing behind her.

***

“Kids picked on Amanda on for having the gene?” Eiolyte inquired.

“Not entirely. The problem wasn’t the gene. It was the fact Amanda had two sets of genitals and a cow udder.”

“That was quite unusual.” Eiolyte agreed taking another swig.

“It also didn’t help she was into, what was considered very unladylike activities.”

Eiolyte titled her head. “How so?”

“Amanda grew up in the 1900s and was a teenager through the first world war. During those times there were different societal expectations.”

***

Unofficially, the mare was in a handful of sports clubs. As the school only allowed boys to join the official ones.

“Hey Amanda! Catch!” A tiger-anthro tossed the mare a laced leather basketball.

As the mare leapt in the air, the ball glanced off her breast. The horse swore.

“Let’s try again!” The tiger-anthro shouted from the other side of the basketball court.

The tiger-anthro ran at the mare, dribbling the basketball. With a flick of her wrist, the anthro tossed the ball.

Again, Amanda leapt into the air, only for the ball to bounce off her breast. “Fuck!” She shouted, upset.

“You know, for a lady, you swear like a man.” The tiger-anthro smiled.

Amanda let out a huff. “Thanks Abigail.” Her voice was light.

The tiger continued to grin at the mare. “Having the leviathan is quite rare you know.” The tiger eyed the mare’s assets, silhouetted in her dress.

Amanda frowned. “Then why did I have to get it?”

“Because you’re lucky.” The tiger nudged the mare.

Amanda sighed. “I hate it.”

“I think it’s pretty awesome. I mean compared to me.” The tiger cupped her modest bust.

“That’s what everyone says. Not having to live with these things.” The mare groped her own breasts. “They leak, get in the way, and slow me down.” The horse crossed her arms.

The tiger grinned. “Speaking of leaking, you got some stains.” The tiger looked over the mare. “On your top and skirt.”

The horse cursed.

The tiger stole a glance of a clock on the wall. “We’ve been practicing for an hour. How about we head into town?”

With a nod, both ladies walked into the locker room. As Amanda undid the last button it shot off, her breasts exploding out of her top.

“Damn it.” Amanda quietly stated.

Putting on her more casual, pin-striped suit-dress the mare struggled with a button.

“Abigail, can you help me?” The mare called out in the locker room.

Within a moment the tiger-anthro turned around the corner fully dressed. “You need help with a button?” The tiger saw the button Amanda fought.

“Yes please.”

With a tug, Amanda struggled with breath, as the tiger pulled the mare’s top tight.

“Got it.”

Taking a deep breath, Amanda’s top suddenly loosened as two buttons popped off her back.

“Amanda.” The tiger began.

“I can tell.” The horse answered, picking up the buttons.

“Luckily we were taught sewing, huh?” The tiger stated.

Amanda glared at the tiger. “Only because men are a bunch of pigs. Why do we even have to wear these stupid dresses?” The horse motioned to her clothes. “They don’t even allow you to breathe.”

“Because it’s unladylike to wear pants.” The tiger faked a masculine voice.

The mare laughed. “All right, let’s go already.”

***

“So sports and remotely masculine wear was unladylike?” Eiolyte asked.

Odin nodded.

“So what sports club was Amanda unofficially in?”

“I believe it was track, basketball, and soccer.”

“What was going on during that time that made them unofficial?”

“It was the 1910s America and the first world war waged in Europe.”

***

Finding the first sewing desk, built for anthros with the leviathan gene. The mare zeytinburnu escort took a seat in the back and began repairing torn buttons.

“Good morning class.” The sewing teacher walked in and began.

By the time lunchtime arrived Amanda was sitting alone at a table.

“What’s up with you and hanging out in corners?” Abigail smiled at the mare.

“I can stay out of sight.” Amanda casually responded.

“Well that’s awfully boring.” A wolftaur walked toward the horse-anthro.

“I like it.” Amanda responded to Samantha.

The wolftaur rolled her eyes. “Of course you do.”

“What did you get?” Abigail took a seat next to the mare. As Samantha laid down, her human half upright.

“A salad with chicken.”

“Oh! Chicken! That’s fancy!” The tiger responded.

As the three ladies ate the wolftaur spoke up. “What do you guys think of the war?”

“My parents are telling me the Brits call it the Great War.” Abigail chimed in.

Amanda sighed. “Hasn’t that been going for almost two years now?”

“Yeah, but my boyfriend keeps talking about it.” The tiger-anthro stated.

“Is he talking about joining it?” The wolftaur asked.

Abigail shrugged. “He is. But we’re not at war.”

“The way Woodrow keeps talking about it, it’s only a matter of time.” The wolftaur spoke.

“Well if we ever get involved I hope my boyfriend doesn’t join.” Abigail finished.

“Why not?” Amanda inquired.

“I don’t want him to die.” Abigail quietly stated.

There was a brief silence.

“Indagators are in the war.” The wolftaur said.

“It’s never a good fight when they’re involved.” Abigail stated with disgust.

“What’s wrong with Indagators?” Amanda inquired.

“A bunch of mutant freaks.”

Amanda felt as if she was stabbed with a needle.

“What’s wrong Amanda?” Abigail asked.

“You said freak.” The wolftaur told the tiger.

“Oh! I’m so sorry Amanda! I didn’t mean it!” The tiger hugged the mare.

“Thank you, Abigail.” The mare looked down, patting the tiger’s arm.

“Amanda, you really shouldn’t let that kind of talk get to you.” Samantha spoke. “You were born with the gene.”

The mare peered at her melon-sized breasts, straining her top. “I don’t like it.”

“I heard the doctors were coming up with something to remove the gene.” Abigail stated.

“Really?” The mare’s eyes lit up.

Samantha frowned. “No. It’s all horseradish. My dad heard the same and my mom had to show him it was just a bunch of lies.”

Amanda let out another sigh. “I don’t know if I will ever get used to this.” She continued to peer at her breasts.

“Well you don’t have a choice.” The wolftaur continued. “You already big and you’re only going to get bigger.”

“I heard people with the gene don’t ever stop growing.” Abigail stated, hugging the mare.

Amanda frowned. “Thanks again Abigail.”

The wolftaur shook her head. “Also horseradish.”

“How would you know?” The tiger asked.

“My mom’s a nurse.” The wolftaur responded. “From what I was told, ladies won’t stop growing until they’re eighteen. While boys stop when they’re nineteen.”

“Why do boys stop later?” Abigail asked.

The wolftaur shrugged. “My mom says ladies finish sooner since they start earlier.”

The bell rang, signaling the next class. The rest of the school day was uneventful. Until a group of girls stopped Amanda.

“Look girls, she’s a freak.” The girl Amanda had ran from spoke.

Some women looked with disgust, while others pitied the mare. “It’s a shame you couldn’t be a normal lady.” The girl squished her breasts, which dwarfed the size of Amanda’s. “Do you think she was always meant to be a freak?” Another girl spoke.

Amanda attempted to push through but as more people showed up. She soon found it impossible.

“Oh! The famous freak girl!” Another girl spoke as the crowd grew.

“Leave me alone!” Amanda yelled.

“The freak wants us to leave her alone.” A girl smiled. “Not until we see some tears.” She had a rotten grin. “Let’s cheer you up, freak.” The girls around the mare began to laugh and smile. Until one shouted “Freak!” Which soon devolved to a chorus of the crowd cheering “Freak! Freak! Freak!”

Amanda’s eyes burned as she gritted her teeth in attempt to fight it. But as the chorus continued the mare lost the battle and the tears fell from her eyes.

***

“Poor girl.” Eiolyte sympathized. “How’d she become an Indagator if she ran from almost everything?”

“Well, it starts with her reasons.” Odin finished.

***

“Why do you hang out with that freak?” A collie-anthro asked.

Abigail looked up from her arithmetic. “Because I like her.”

The collie frowned. “She’s not normal.”

“What’s the matter with that?”

“She’s bound to do something completely stupid.”

“Not to mention that ridiculous udder she has.” A wolf-anthro walked up. Her gigantic breasts blocking her lower periphery.

The collie-anthro nodded. “You should just come with us.”

The tiger-anthro was quiet.

“You wouldn’t be caught around that freak.” The wolf stated.

“And we might help each other out.” The collie added.

Abigail smiled. “Thank you, but I think I’ll pass.” The bell rang, signaling the end of the tiger’s class as she rapidly packed her things and left.

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Promises and Hope

Tane ran down the hallway, feeling his heart race. He breathed heavily as he pulled his coat tighter around himself and attempted to keep his frazzled state more contained. He heard something fall off of him and he looked at the tiled hallway behind him and reached down and grabbed the cuff link which had fallen. It was hard to see in the bluish light of the night time air, but the silver reflected the moonlight well. He picked it up and looked out the window, seeing the trees outside grip and swell in the wind. It was coming close and he still had to hurry.

His mind went back to the hurried leaving of the dinner table, he thought of the rushed excuses he made to his mother and sisters. He hoped everything went well with the lie he told and he hoped that no servant or steward saw him rushing down this lengthy path to his room. It was longer to go through the west wing, but after the Amirets moved out it was nearly completely empty. He had disappeared into the size of the mansion. It’s why none of the lamps were on here and why no one should see him. Still, he had to run in order to get to his room in time.

He took a few breaths and looked at a clock sitting in one of the cloth covered studies. The hour was almost upon him and the commitment he was being held to was almost up. He didn’t want to look too disheveled however, and so he decided to walk the rest of the way, thinking about what he would say. Would he try to excuse his distraught appearance? Would he try to freshen up slightly or should he just give up the whole ruse? He wasn’t sure, and he just wanted to be free of that burden. He saw the light of the next hallway just before him and he adjusted his breathing to something more normal.

He thought back to when he had gotten home today from his lessons and saw the little white mark under his window. He hadn’t been able to see it from where he stood, but he knew it’s impression on his mind. Ever since he had come in he had been nervous for nightfall and dinner seemed to last forever, the conversations happening over hours instead of the seeming minutes that certain dinners used to take. He couldn’t care about his fathers worries, or his mothers desires, or his sisters’ pandering phrases. His mind was elsewhere and his eyes were focused on the clock over the mantle of the fireplace. He had said he was tired, and explained that he needed to spend time writing professional letters and he had to get away. He knew it was going to be difficult and raise suspicion, but he didn’t care.

He got to the door to his room, took one more relaxing breath, and then opened it up and passed through. He locked the lock and moved through the large, boxy room and went over to his table. He looked to the window, the moonlight seeping through, and then to the clock on a shelf under the mirror. He still had a few minutes, so he took a match from the table drawer and struck it and lit a few of the candles next to the door and next to his bed before putting out the match and going to the vanity. He washed his face, looked at himself in the vanity mirror and considered him. He looked at his brown eyes, his short frayed hair, and his slightly cherubic face. He moved his hand through his hair, patting it down and trying to convince himself that he looked alright. He looked at his jacket and considered taking it off, but he figured that the plain undershirt wasn’t as exciting.

He decided to leave it on as he moved over to the bathroom and attempted to freshen up. The ticking of the mechanical clock telling him that each second passing was another second closer. He combed his hair back and got himself cleaned up as best he could on short notice and then held himself in preparation. He waited, trying his best not to let his heart explode out of his chest, when he looked to the window once more. The moon and wind was causing a constant sensation of approaching dread, which Tane felt was appropriate, but knew that he shouldn’t feel such a thing. There was no need to feel fear, but it had been so long since the last time that he was unsure.

He remained motionless and heard the clocks down in the main hall began to chime. He felt his chest and looked out at the darkness outside. The flickering of the candle light danced and played on the panes of the windows, but with each chime they dimmed. He came up and rested against the doorframe and closed his eyes, knowing the orange color with the first chime, and then checking what it looked like after the fourth. The flickering of the light had died down and the color had changed. The orange was now a deep, faded purple, and there was no more dancing. The orange was being replaced, slowly, surely, and with a few more chimes, the orange was almost completely gone.

Tane felt the presence of someone else in his room and he held his back against the wall as the echo of the chimes died away. He looked to the ceiling and clenched his jaw, attempting to gain the confidence required to turn that corner. He shivered slightly in mecidiyeköy escort trepidation, but he remembered old wise sayings. All great men have feared their achievements. Courage meant nothing without fear. Anxiety was just energy misplaced. Those were all great sayings, but they all seemed to be merely words in the face of this emotion. Still, it was just a feeling and those feelings could be overcome. So, with that knowledge in mind, he turned the corner and faced the alien hue.

Winds Ancient Dream stood there, looking at the candle on the sconce attached next to the door. He wasn’t looking at Tane and was simply admiring the handwork while he waited. Tane was wondering if he was waiting for Tane to return, or if he was giving him a chance to view his naked, toned body. Either way, Tane took the moment to appreciate the beauty being presented before him. The cresting valleys and firm sculpted back and ass caused Tane to feel such a creeping haunting sensation deep inside himself, deep within his soul. He took a few huffing breaths as he looked across Wind’s calves and his thighs. Wind took a few more steps around at the door before placing a hand on it and letting a slithering purple line emerge from his fingers. It lit up his arm, his pale moon white skin, with cresting dips and valleys of his biceps and rounded pecs. HIs black hair ran down his back and hid the top of his shoulder blades in an arrowhead of piercing nighttime. Tane loved that hair, the silky nature of his warm, cushion of sleek black glory.

He stepped forward as Wind continued to spell the curse onto the door. The two strands which had emerged from his hand now connected to either side of the door and the glowing Fae Runes spilled across the holographic form. Eventually the spell faded and the cold purple light of the room returned, the bright magenta fading and casting Wind into relief. Eventually he turned away from the door and paused, smiling as he looked directly at Tane.

“Hello Tane,” He said in a welcoming tone.

Tane felt frozen by Wind’s attention, the only thing moving in him being his heart and lungs. He looked at Wind’s chest at the lines striking across his nipples and lower abs. He felt his focus forced upon his member, his nudity and naturalization such a violation of the politeness of society. He looked up to Wind’s eyes as he came closer and put a gentle hand on his jaw before coming in for a kiss.

Tane wanted to relinquish himself entirely and that want overcame himself for a moment. Wind caught his back as he kissed Tane tenderly, drawing him into his naked body. Tane was nearly consumed by the encompassing desire he had for Wind. He felt some willpower come back as Wind’s lips moved over his night motionless ones, and he began to reciprocate. He moved his hands to Wind’s hips and began kissing him back. A hand went to the wind’s cock and felt up his shaft, already feeling the strength and power behind that violating member.

“Hmmm” Wind hummed as he held Tane’s head into his neck as Tane continued to kiss. “Naughty…aren’t you?”

Tane relented his groping hands and went back to rubbing Wind’s thighs. He stopped kissing and knelt his forehead into Wind’s chest, letting Wind pull him deeper in. He felt Wind’s chin upon his head as Wind rubbed down Tanes back and Tane sighed with sheer relaxation, even with the firm scratches over his clothes. He didn’t make any noise or resistance as Winds hand tracked under his coat and began pulling the outer layer off of him. Tane gave a few kisses to Wind’s chest and pulled his arm out of the coat as Wind helped it slide off of him. With his hand free he found it, magnetically, moving towards Wind’s member once more before he looked back to Wind, the rest of the elegant silvery coat being taken off of him completely.

“I want to…” Tane began to try and say.

“Shh…” Wind said, putting a finger to his lips before backing off. “We’ll have plenty of time for that”

Wind walked away from Tane as Tane felt him vanish from the tips of his fingers. He looked over at Wind as he went up to the bed and sat on the end of it, leaning back on his hands and smiling, presenting both his firmness and his musculature in the sensual white purple light of the mixed moon and eerie fae blessed candles. Tane looked him up and down and desired to lay there with him, to consume his cock and feel nothing but his warm fertile sperm cascading down his throat and chin. He took another step forward. “Wind’s ancient dream” He said under his breath. “What auspicious disasters, thy presence brings”

Wind smirked in a small prim way, and in the right light a silvery blush appeared on his cheeks. He leaned forward and Tane stopped his approach. “Did you write me poetry?”

“I tried…” Tane said sheepishly. “I feel…I feel I can’t show you my love other than…” He came a little closer and took up Wind’s hand and looked towards his member with a luscious hunger.

“Tane…” Wind said, feeling Tanes nişantaşı escort fingers with his other hand. “You don’t have to show your love for me” He looked into Tanes eyes. “I already know”

“Wind’s Ancient Dream…” Tane began.

“Please…no need to be so formal”

Tane sighed as Wind let go of his hand. “Undress…I want to see you strip for me”

Tane smiled and walked into the middle of his room as Wind leaned back to watch. He took off his shoes with a small push of his foot and leaned against the chair to his desk as he took off his socks. He knew Wind’s eyes examined every one of his moves, every small motion, and he looked back to Wind to focus on his motionless form.

“I’ve been watching…” WInd said as Tane continued. “I was really impressed with how well you’re doing in your education. When you gave that dissertation on Geveld plains erosion I was truly impressed”

Tane paused as he looked at Wind’s eyes. “You…You saw that?”

“Of course, I told you I would be watching”

“I…”

“I also remember each time you dreamt of me, especially after you went out with the farmhands”

Tane smiled as he reached to his shirt and moved the shirt up over his head, revealing his own defined, but still distinctly feminine musculature. He held the shirt in his hands as he considered the soft fabric and then threw it towards the jacket Wind had taken it off of him. “You were watching that too?”

“You are one of my highest priority watches,” Wind said with a coy smile. “Of course I saw those late nights”

“Why…”

“Because we had made a deal” Wind said standing. “Once you got in a decent regiment then I would come back” He walked up to Tane as Tane stood in shock once more. “And it looks like I was right to do so” He said, rubbing Tanes chest and cresting a hand over his smooth hairless stomach. Tanes’ skin buzzed with each touch of Wind’s metallic cold hand, tensing up his body as he prepared himself. “Hmm…fuck tane…Perhapse I did wait to long”

Wind turned Tane around so that both of them could face the mirror and Tane could be encompassed in Wind’s arms once more. Wind began creeping a hand across Tanes stomach and snuck creeping fingers under his waistband while kissing Tanes neck. Tane moaned and felt himself weaken again and try to fall into the Fae’s arms once more. Wind kept him propped on his own legs and made him look into the mirror. It was too much of an image of beauty for Tane and Tane had to close his eyes and simply accept the sensation.

“Wind…I’ve missed you so much” Tane said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“And I have missed you,” Wind said with a few more kisses. “Here…give me your hand”

Tane opened his eyes and looked at his hand as it raised, partially against his will, and partially within his control. Wind turned his raised hand over and held his wrist with his other hand. He kept his arms coiled around Tane and then summoned a golden bracelet from seemingly nowhere and placed it on Tane’s wrist. Tane watched and considered it while wind creeped his hands back to Tanes pants and began to unbuckle it.

“Is this….” Tane began to ask as he examined some of the words along the side. “A MorYian ritual bind?” His mind focused on the rubies that were in the golden restraint.

“Can you tell me what era?” Wind continued to remove Tane’s pants, rolling them down and then massaging Tane’s cock over his under pants.

“I think King VurYian” He shivered slightly and tried to focus. “I think…I think…I think this seal is of the Duri Mansa” He gasped out the last word. “Oh…fuck…” He leaned his head back.

“Hmm…so smart so smart…” Wind knelt down and kissed Tanes back as he knelt on the floor and began to run a hand through Tanes tightening ass cheeks. “You took my words to heart”

“I wanted…” Tane coiled his back as Wind passed a finger through him. “Enh…” He winced. “I wanted to see you again”

“And now…” Wind said standing, and rubbing Tane down again. “Now you have”

“Wind,” Tane said, turning to him. “Wind, please…”

WInd said, commanding with a slight point to the bed. “I’m going to fuck good tonight” Wind said with a devious smile and a deep, and insatiable lust before rubbing a hand through his cheeks and teasing his rim with the edge of his middle finger.

Tane gave a sheepish smile and then moved towards the bed and kneeled on the carpet. He laid his stomach on the mattress as he closed his eyes, splaying his arms out and mentally preparing. Wind came up behind him and laid his chest on Tanes’ back and began kissing Tanes’ neck. Tane felt Wind power through his weight and Winds coiling arms embracing him and drawing him close. Tane felt Wind. He felt the strength and wonder of Wind once more and felt himself relinquished into Wind’s body and presence, feeling nothing more of himself and feeling all of the fleshy warmth of Wind’s tip pressing against his thighs.

Wind saw nothing but a cute şişli escort well tended boy, a sexy piece of smooth, toned flesh. He kissed and massaged Tanes hips gripping them, feeling his muscles and his soul. He remembered the youthful look in his eyes, the feeling of hope and potential, the smile within the forest green. He remembered taunting him from the edge of the forest, teasing him with his own nudity to creep away from the boarding school his father had sent him too. He remembered the ultimatum he had given him and then watched him succeed at improving his grades. He remembered the challenge he presented to this human and forced him to rise to the challenge. It was a fun game, which he was playing across several different continents, but Tane was definitely his most prominent success.

He had seen Tanes reluctance in dating, his own tentative fear regarding his sexuality, and how Wind could use that to his own designs. And now here he was, a dream partner, purposeful, intentional, strong and well defined, and loyal to a fault. He could say anything to Tane and Tane would follow him. Wind had succeeded, and it was time to use that success to its utmost. He grinded himself against Tanes hips, reminding him of that early taunting and the first fuck in the greenery of the forest. He had recorded that and watched it every now and again. He would record this as well, from each of the angles given to him by the enchanted candles, and he would watch it as well. He thought of that young man and how proud he felt. Tanes’ success was his, and it was time for both of their rewards.

Tane gasped as Wind thrust into him, a violent electricity passing up his spine and filling his body. He tightened himself around Wind’s violation as Wind pushed him aside, passing further and further into Tane. He reached up and gripped Tanes wrist with the bracelet and pulled it as he moved his other hand to Tane’s hip and pushed him in. The splayed form of Tane was bound by Winds coiling, cresting body, and unable to escape Winds encroachment. Wind felt like a dog, gripping Tanes prone chest and laying fully upon Tanes smooth and rippling back, each intimate movement causing Tane to tense up further.

Wind moved his hand propping Tanes hip to his own lengthy hair, pushing it back behind his ear and then rubbing Tanes neck as he gasped and came to terms with Winds presence. Wind ran his hand across Tanes shoulders and shoulder blades and then trailed all the way down to his hips once more, holding him firmly before leaning back into him and kissing and murmuring.

“Hmm…It’s been so long for you…hasn’t it…” He moved his hand gripping Tanes wrist to his chest and held him tightly again as he began to extract himself.

“Ah…anh…wind…” He kept his eyes close as Wind tenderly moved outward and then moved himself slowly back, sensing each palpable millimeter by watching Tanes clenching fists. Tane’s heart raced as his muscles complained at the inappropriate tension and his back seethed as he attempted to create more space for Wind. He felt the gripping emotional force that carried him away. He remembered back to a time he had attempted to find that same love amongst other men. He remembered once when he had paid for a prostitute and realized that the intimacy he felt was nothing compared to his relationship with Wind. He wanted more of Wind, he wanted to be owned by him, controlled by him, and he would do whatever Wind said. He felt such motivation to impress Wind, and even now he was trying his best. He was trying to let him in, and Wind didn’t care about that. Wind was piercing and Tane was relenting to his power.

Wind wanted to strangle him. His coiling nature and thrusting hips made him remember his position here. He was older than him, he was more powerful than him, he was the dominator, not just in the relationship but in the existence itself. Tane was a human, sexy warm flesh and taught muscles, while he existed on a different level. His skin was invulnerable, he could vanish in a moment’s notice, and turn to mist. He had access to technology and power which these people had never seen before and he was going to live forever. And yet he would never hurt Tane. Tane was so precious to him, and his purpose was so vital. He felt nothing but life when interacting with Tane, and his cock hummed with a roaring warm pleasure as he pushed further into him over and over again.

And so the cycle continued, Tane wincing, Wind pulsing, and the thoughts flowing back and forth. Tanes submission to Wind’s power, Winds relenting to Tanes whines, and then Tane demanding Wind to violate him once more. They each understood this in their own way and both of them felt nothing but pure cathexis as they merged with each other, each of them moaning with the recognition of their want. Wind murmured Faeish words, swears and damnations while Tane simply accepted them. He felt Winds tightening fingers around his hips and the more violent movements both inside him and gripping him. He realized Wind was getting close and Tane wanted to release as well. He wouldn’t be able to compete with Wind, but he still wanted to at least try. He restrained himself in order to let Wind take full advantage of this moment. This was Winds chance and Winds domination, Tane was simply the fertile soil of Winds desire.

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Chapter 31

Sati and I slipped out of our camp after dark, her presence draped around us. The technique she’d learned from Ket wasn’t quite the same as the veils I was familiar with, it was more of a fully formed spell. There was an inner bubble of condensed mana, similar to the more familiar wards and veils, but then the edges of her presence softened again, hazing into the mana around us, imbued with the intent to divert prying eyes.

I knew from practicing against her that the technique wasn’t perfect, but it was highly effective. I doubted anyone in the Ootrin camp would notice us, but even if they did it hopefully wouldn’t matter too much. In the worst case scenario, Batu might be forewarned and on alert about the duel with Hati. In the best case, the Ootrin might attack us, turning the entire moot against them.

It was an excellent scenario for Sati to get practice. Not that I wanted her to know that there was so little pressure. An attack by the full group of Ootrin raiders could still injure or kill us, even if I found it unlikely.

Their camp was a riot of noise and light, and if I had any doubts that these men were experienced raiders, they were dispelled in short order. There were six of them, all clearly warriors, the maximum number of fighters that wouldn’t immediately be viewed as an assault by the moot. They sat around an overly-large bonfire, drinking from leather skins that clearly contained some kind of alcohol.

All six were weathered, equipped with the standard leathers and weapons of the Ootrin tribes, though they had removed most of their furs due to the much warmer climate. I was just glad that they didn’t have the small herd of horses such warriors normally traveled with. Those animals would quickly alert the men to our presence, veil or no. Neither Sati nor I were experts in mundane stealth.

Focusing, I sent out the barest wisps of my own presence through Sati’s veil. Normally this would be impossible, but my vas and I had spent some time on the road testing this ability to mix our mana. Sati’s veil rippled and distended slightly, but didn’t break. As long as our targets weren’t paying attention right at that moment, it should go unnoticed.

With my presence extended, I was able to sense the leader of the Ootrin group clearly, or at least the one who most spiritually powerful. He was a match in strength for Hati, but his spirit was unbalanced. A mix of fire and solar mana that hadn’t quite found harmony. I was pulling at Sati’s sleeve, gesturing for us to leave, when I heard the name ‘Ishantur’ mentioned.

I knew that name, it was how Entreyu had referred to Myta. I didn’t speak their language, but the raucous laughter and crude gestures of the men made the context of the conversation clear. I was briefly awash in rage, my vision whiting out at the edges from the intensity of my reaction. When I recovered control of myself, I realized that Sati had her hand over my mouth. Presumably to muffle whatever noise of rage I was making

With a nod of thanks I led us away, still struggling to center myself. It was worrisome that these men were speaking about Myta, though not really surprising. Entreyu must have told them to look for us, specifically. This wasn’t a surprise, but it made me wonder what he knew or guessed of our intentions. And what he planned to do in response.

***

“His spirit is as strong as yours, though far less stable,” I told Hati the next morning. “I doubt he has less than stellar fighting skills, however.”

“Ootrin raiders are all the same.” She scoffed derisively. “You forget, Esur, I was fighting them for years before I became a guard. Most are better with a bow than a sword, and all of them are more used to fighting on horseback than on foot.”

“That may be,” I allowed. “But even unstable, a combination of fire and solar mana will be incredibly destructive. And these men will probably have been trained in another fighting style.”

She nodded, but seemed distressingly blasé about the subject. Myta hit the larger woman on the back of her head.

“Take this seriously, sergeant. These men have been trained by the same people who trained me. Do you think you’re prepared to face me in earnest?”

“No Mytan! I am taking this seriously, I swear it! It’s just… you have faced most of the enemy champions. I’m eager to get a true measure of my growth.” Hati was earnest, but I could tell that Myta was still concerned. She was still wrestling with the idea of risking the health and safety of others, especially as she stood by. Though the company had fought etiler escort many times now, she had almost always been in the thick of things before.

“His unstable spirit is a large advantage for you.” I interjected, to relieve some of the tension. “If you can anger or otherwise upset him, his sorcery will suffer more than normal. Even if his power matches yours, his control will become weak. Just stay focused at that point, and you can easily overpower him.”

Hati nodded, but her eyes remained focused on Myta with a calm and resolved expression. Myta nodded as well, and we set out without further delay.

Our plan wasn’t complicated. The Ootrin were clearly trying to provoke these duels, and they were already on the lookout for our group. We simply needed to remain near them, and look for an excuse to offer or take insult. It proved to be even easier than I had imagined. As we walked near their camp, we were interrupted by raucous cheers. The group of raiders had burst into uproarious laughter as they watched us pass by.

“Do not mind us!” Their leader was a giant of a man, with brilliant red hair. I could feel the harsh light of his solar mana against my presence like a sunburn. “We love to watch the animals walking about!”

“Crude, as taunting goes. If your wit is so shallow, then I’m surprised you’ve managed to provoke any duels.”

“Are you offering? I’ve heard that you are dangerous, that you were once one of the Pure. But I think you’re just one of Ramana’s weak-wristed flunkies. Maybe your slave can fight me?” He smirked at Myta, his tone condescending. There was absolutely no pretext that he didn’t know exactly who we were.

“Myta leads our company, I doubt you’re worth her time.” I affected a bored tone. “Perhaps you could fight her second. You’d probably have a chance against her.”

I hid my nervousness. This man might not be particularly powerful, but he was undoubtedly a skilled warrior, despite Hati’s confidence. The tribes of Ootrin valued little besides fighting ability. The sergeant stepped forward eagerly, and despite my caution I was optimistic. If she could defeat the leader of the Ootrin delegation decisively it would be a great show of strength to the clans.

“When I defeat her, you slave will be forced to face me next. The more I take from you now, the more Entreyu will favor me, heretic.”

“Heretic, that’s a new one. Has Entreyu grown so arrogant he needs to call anyone unwilling to lick his toes names? What do his toes taste like?” I honestly hadn’t expected the man to flush purple in rage at my childish jibe, but before he had a chance to respond I raised my voice in a shout. “Elders! We have a challenge before the moot!”

Immediately there were answering shouts from the various camps. Although it was a certainty that many people were tied up in negotiations of all kinds, they would all drop what they were doing to witness a challenge. A crowd quickly formed, and people started marking out a large ring with steaks and rope.

“What terms?” A voice called out from the crowd. Challenges in Metic could be anything, although most were physical combat with weapons, to the point of surrender.

“No limits!” Batu shouted. “When I kill this one, her warleader will fight me next!” Hati grinned and shrugged her acceptance, and her pleased expression seemed to anger him further.

“Agreed!” Her return shout was echoed by Myta a moment later. Without another word he charged forward, unsheathing a heavy scimitar and slicing at Hati’s neck in one swift motion.

His attack was permissible by Metic standards. The challenge technically began the moment terms were agreed upon. But Hati’s back was partially turned as she waved casually to the crowd, and the viewers hissed in disapproval at his move. Hati hadn’t yet even unslung her glaive. His weapon trailed a streamer of deadly light as it rent the very air with a sound like tearing cloth.

My throat clenched in alarm, causing me to choke on a warning cry. It was just as well, for Hati was not as unprepared as she seemed. With an awareness born from a hundred bar fights and back alley brawls she twisted, catching the blade on her forearm. Her skin showed the texture of granite, and the blade was deflected with the ring of metal on stone. The sergeant glanced at her arm, seeming puzzled by the small nick she had received.

For his part, the Ootrin warrior stared in utter disbelief. Unable to understand how she had blunted his blow. Hati went to unsling her glaive, but her opponent was quick to recover, lashing out with a flurry of attacks. His aspect allowed him to unleash strikes with such speed that Hati only had time to defend, but her training served her in good stead. Her condensed presence sapped his mana from every strike, and her infused skin turned potentially lethal blows into minor wounds.

Even so, she was unable to even attempt an attack of her own. Eventually the little wounds she was taking would add up.

She must have realized the danger, but Hati bore a wide, feral grin. Her lack of fear seemed to unnerve taksim escort her opponent, and she laughed in his face as he screamed in frustration. Batu must have become complacent, used to winning his battles in a single strike or two. No one, not even an awakened fighter, could maintain such a pace for long.

The intensity of their clashes were such, that I barely caught the sergeant’s gambit. She weakened her defense to suffuse some of her presence into the ground around her. The ground beneath her opponent’s feet.

A hand of earth emerged from the ground, snagging her opponent’s foot. With Hati’s attention divided, he was able to cut into her bicep, but his stumble left him wide open to a counterattack. Hati’s other hand caught his arm at the elbow, and squeezed with force of a collapsing boulder. The crunch of his bone was audible even through his scream.

Now forced to wield his blade in one hand, and slowed by his pain, the man was unable to maintain his speed. His companions watched the battle grimly, clearly looking for some chance to intercede. But the elders had been invoked. If they interfered then the spirits of the clans would tear them apart.

Now wracked with pain, rage, and fear, the Ootrin champion was unable to focus his mana effectively. He was so unstable that his skin began to redden under the effects of his own spirit, cooking slowly. That kind of self harm was normally only possible in demons, or those who were on the cusp of becoming one.

Hati didn’t give him the chance for his instability to progress further. With his control faltering, Batu was unable to penetrate her defenses at all. The sergeant ignored the scimitar’s next strike, to grab her opponent’s forearm instead. Another squeeze, and crunch, and he fell to his knees with a gurgling scream, both arms now in ruins.

She waited, pausing for a long moment to see if his companions’ resolve would break. Batu glared at her with hate-filled eyes, while drool fell from his open, panting mouth. Without his incoherent noises of wrath, the fighting circle had fallen nearly silent. When it was clear that the other Ootrin wouldn’t be lured into intervening, Hati ended the duel with a single, unceremonious blow.

Neck snapped, and skull partially caved in, the lifeless body of the raider collapsed on the dry grass. When his spirit tried to rise, she crushed it under her boot.

Chapter 32

For a moment after Batu fell, there was silence. The gathered clansmen all waited with bated breath, eyeing the other Ootrin to see if violence would break out. Unfortunately the remaining Pure patsies controlled themselves, though their anger and disbelief was clear. They withdrew without another word, moving to pack up their camp, seething.

Once they began to withdraw, a celebratory air settled on the moot. A tension that I had felt, but not recognized, was dispersed. Many warriors offered their respects to Hati, and many clan heads and advisors spoke to Siobhan, presuming that we were attached to Clan Ket. Which we were, to an extent.

“She’ll need to make a show of considering you now.” Saoirse’s voice was a surprise to me, not least because of her tone. For the first time she didn’t sound as though she was angry and hated me. Instead she sounded resentful, and resigned. I found that I preferred the anger.

“Consider me for what? Our aid?” I couldn’t recall if I had even spoken to Siobhan about an alliance against the Pure yet. We’d been here so little time, that we hadn’t gone into much detail as to my purpose.

“Fucking,” Saoirse replied, causing me to choke. “She has no daughters, and I’ve no patience to lead. Right now, clan Ket ends with us.”

“That’s why all the warriors she brought are men,” I realized. “They’re all hoping to be the father of the next UnKet. Can’t Ket just grant her aspect to another, if Siobhan doesn’t have a daughter?”

“It isn’t so simple, and isn’t something that should be discussed here.” The older woman from Clan Ket, whom I’d seen but not been introduced to, approached us. Saoirse shrugged off the admonition, her face settling into a disinterested mask.

“I am Riona,” the woman said. “Druid of Clan Ket. And I hear that you wish to aid us against the Pure, and to learn of our runes.” Her manner was brusque and professional, setting me immediately at ease. I wasn’t surprised that she knew my aims. I’d been clear about my goals with Airt, and what one druid knew, you could assume all druids knew.

“That is mostly correct.” I responded. “I need an understanding of the runes that I have found the Pure using. I don’t know how runes function, so I do not know what the differences might be.”

She frowned and nodded. “If you are able to help our clan, then I will teach you what I am able to.”

I hesitated, “And what can you teach me? That seems like a very specific way to phrase things.” She smiled, looking pleased at my question.

“I won’t know until I try. But know that I am considered very good at teaching the use of runes. I taught many of those who are now considered masters of the fatih escort art.”

It struck me as odd that she didn’t reference her own skill with runes, just her ability to teach. Then again, it was the teaching that I needed. Despite her prevarication, I had a good feeling about Riona, so I gave her a respectful nod.

“I will do my best to aid Clan Ket,” I said. “I have my own reasons to fight the Pure, so I would already have done my utmost, but I am grateful for the promise of your instruction.”

“Already set then, is it?” Siobhan wandered up to us, Petad and Myta in tow. The broad grin on her face, and the harsh expression on our quartermaster’s, made me realize that perhaps I had spoiled their negotiations.

“It seems you’re coming to face the raiders regardless.” UnKet crowed. “Then I see no need to give you anything. Perhaps you should offer me a toll to camp in our lands?”

Our quartermaster looked as though she had just bitten into a lemon, but I stepped forward before she could respond.

“Our presence amongst the clans, to aid against the Pure, is guaranteed. My goodwill toward Ket and your clan is strong. But we cannot be an ally to anyone who would fight our presence.”

“I was just having a laugh,” Siobhan pouted. “Your mother here wanted to negotiate like a merchant. So I returned it.”

“She is a merchant,” I replied dryly. Petad bristled, though I wasn’t sure if it was from the dismissive tone or being called ‘mother’. “Ramana suggested that we use our aid as leverage, to obtain a better deal, and more resources, but I want your respect and goodwill more.”

“We could be friends to your clan.” Sati spoke up, stepping forward to take a place in our conversation. “Not mercenaries, but true friends. We’ve brought goods, animals, and warriors. All to support the clans.”

The way she said it, made me think that Sati was speaking of something more formal than simply a suggestion of aid. As if being a friend to the clan or clans was a designation like ambassador or vassal. But I wasn’t familiar with it, so I stayed silent as a speculative expression crossed Siobhan’s face. She looked at Ket with a raised brow, and the spirit blinked slowly in approval.

“We’re in a bad way, and could use the aid.” She finally allowed. “Ootrin has been raiding hard the past two years, the tribes are gathering now to push us hard, and many of our best warriors have disappeared. Now the other clans are pushing us too.”

“Why would the other clans push you?” My brow furrowed as I tried to make sense of that one. “With Ootrin and the Pure threatening them all, shouldn’t you be working together?”

“Aye, you’d think so.” She spat on the ground. “When war comes, the clans join forces. But too many say that this isn’t war. They say Clan Ket is just weak, that we’ve been weak for years now. Never mind that they’re all losing shifters too. Some of the others are saying that they should hold the… the border. That we should be pushed out of our land for the good of all.”

Sati spoke again before I could ask about the verbal slip.

“A clan with powerful friends is a powerful clan.” The apsara noted calmly. “What would it take to prove our strength to the other clans?”

“Too broad a question.” Siobhan snorted. “Each clan respects different things but,,. Mealla UnMath will stand for us if she knows that we are able to protect and care for the land. She’s widely respected. If she supported us, the others would as well.”

“What does that mean?” I asked. “Caring for the land. And how would we show it?”

“Mialla is a druid, the only druid to lead a clan directly. She’ll know, whether we speak to her or not.” Siobhan hesitated, searching for the right words. “Caring for the land is complicated. Our clan needs to live in harmony with nature, protect it.”

“So this is where those rumors of not killing animals or cutting down trees comes from.” I said dryly. “But I ate plenty of meat here, and I know you use wood furniture.”

“Those are nothing but children’s stories,” she scoffed. “We cut trees and hunt, even mine just as anyone else does. The point, is that we try not to take too much, and help the land recover. It’s not religion, or superstition, it’s just sense. Take too much one year, and you won’t have enough for the next.

“What farmer kills their entire herd? Only the most foolish. Even a desperate man can see that slaughtering them to the last means ending your own future early.”

“An easy thing to understand,” I nodded slowly. “But the world is full of the desperate and foolish. And sometimes the choice is between death now, or death later.

“Not as often as people claim.” Siobhan sounded bitter. “Most often people don’t need more, they just want it. And they are willing to sell not just their own future for it, but that of those around them.”

I could feel Myta’s grim agreement, and knew that she was thinking of her father, and Petad’s bark of laughter was undoubtedly for the same reason. What surprised me was the sudden spike of shame that came from Sati. It shouldn’t have, I supposed. I’d chastised her before, pushing her about her callous disregard in the past for the people she’d hurt in her bid for more power. But she had been more adversarial then, far less open to hearing my criticism. It seemed that having someone new phrase it differently had hit home with her.

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