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It was the lilting sound of her voice that brightened the old autumn forest as she sang along to the early morning music. Soon the rhythmic tap of her patent leather shoes could be heard skipping down the old, narrow path. All the animals waited in expectation till they could see the beautiful girl flowing along, enveloped by a shiny red cloak and carrying a picket basket. It was new cloak, it’s crimson brilliance shimmering in the slanting rays of the sun, extending down to her knees which revealed themselves at each step with a flash of a succulent calf and a delicate ankle. The draping curves of fabric led up to a cowl that framed her angelic face. The sanguine hood collected her long, dark hair encircling her flushed features, cheeks slapped red by the pace of her walk and the crisp morning air. Like a red leaf falling from trees, tossed and whipped by the breeze, she skipped through woods, crossing icy creeks by hopping from stone to stone. She knew the way well enough but this was the first time she traveled it alone. But today she was no longer a child. Strange brewing swirled inside of her and she was sent to learn from her grandmother secrets long kept hidden among the women in her family. Delicacies and candies were presents in exchange for the mysteries that wondered her all through childhood.

Her passage came to an abrupt halt as a bird came sailing down to the path in front of her. “Little Red Ridinghood, Little Red Ridinghood, don’t go to your grandmother’s house. The big, bad wolf is hiding there to pounce and eat you alive!” said the little bird.

“Nonsense. There is no wolf and even if there is why would he want to eat me?” said Little Red Ridinghood and she stepped over the bird and continued on her way. As a little girl, such warning would have chilled her with fear, sending her home in a flurry. But she was a girl no longer and wild dogs only needed a rap on the nose. Her step became more determined and her cloak opened occasionally to reveal a velvet soft thigh, pale as moonlight. For on such a long journey, she didn’t want to wear anything too confining so she had slipped on a short skirt to hike the long, deserted trail to her grandmother’s house.

But her journey was stopped a second time by a panting, desperate rabbit. “Little Red, Little Red, don’t go to your grandmother’s house! The wolf is waiting for you with drooling jowl and sharpened fang ” said the rabbit.

“Oh, and why would he be doing that?” said the girl as she continued her pace so that the rabbit had to hop along after her.

“He will throw you down, pinning your shoulders as he shreds your clothes off with his incisors. And then he will mount you without a decent rub around first and grind into you every hairy and horned perversion that infests his feral head. You could be passed out and worn through but he would continue to pound away, smothering you with his lascivious tongue and blood dripping lips!” gasped the little rabbit.

“Oh really?” Little Red Ridinghood said and her pace picked up till even the excited rabbit fell behind her, still ranting obscene warnings. The conversation had deepened her cheeks to the shade of her cloak and she threw it over her shoulders to cool her chest. Her heaving breasts swelled the bodice that held back her bust like a dam before a flood. The shadowed forest air chilled the sweat that rolled down her cleavage like a sweetwater creek running through a heavenly valley. Curiosity kept her on the trail but something else made her hurry. She had long awaited this day to travel through the woods alone to her grandmother’s house but now, despite the burning in her lower body, she rushed to find whether she would find a sweet, old lady kırşehir escort or a vicious beast.

A third creature came up to her and cantered along to her brisk gait. She looked down to see a fox looking up at her. It did not try to stop her as the other creatures did. “Are you coming along with me?” she asked the fox.

“No, Red. I don’t want to see the slaughter,” he said.

“Slaughter?” This stopped her like chasm before her path. “All of the others said that the wolf wants to ravish me. Why are you talking about killing?” she asked perplexed.

“What’s the difference? It is one and same to the Beast, for you see,” he said, “I know something that the others do not.”

“Please tell me,” pleaded Little Red Ridinghood.

“Well, I suppose it won’t change anything if you knew,” said the fox. “The Beast is only a wolf when the cycle is full but he needs blood every night. I don’t know if he is werewolf that was bit by a vampire or a Drac that was infected with lycanthropy but it all will mean the same for you.”

Little Red Ridinghood started to laugh but as she saw that the fox was not, her mirth fizzled and she asked, ” But why would he be waiting for me?”

“That’s easy. He could smell you the moment you got up this morning. I could sense you long before we met. It’s your blood that he wants, the blood that is overflowing in you now. Such a meal is too much of a temptation.”

“Then he’s not going to scrape his claws over my breasts, lick me all over with his seven inch tongue, getting every inch of my skin wet with his spicy saliva. Won’t he push my legs apart and fill me with heated and vicious thrusts?” she asked almost in a plea.

“Well he might just before he drains you of every ruby rich drop of blood, leaving your body like a cracked egg shell.” said the fox.

Little Red Ridinghood considered the value of the exchange and then just shook her head in wonder. “I’ll just have to see for myself'” she said. The fox gave her a toothy grin and a wink for luck before disappearing into the woods. Her little black shoes clicked with determination in the direction of her grandmother’s house that for years represented a sanctuary of herbal tea and crumbcakes but now all that was shattered with a tease, an invitation to a world of pleasure and pain.

It wasn’t long before the trail widened and the forest thinned to reveal a lovely, picturesque cottage nestled in a sun lit clearing. Underneath ivy and dozens of birdhouses was a frame of mighty timbers, laid in interlocking weaves. The small house was perfectly square with a big window in the center of each side. That is why the door was in the corner. Not a whiff of smoke leaked from the chimney and not a sound came out. Even the birds that usually encircled the house were gone.

She crept up to the door and reached into her picnic basket. There she found the hard wooden handle of a bread knife. With a sharp, piercing point and a serrated edge that could cut through an arm as easily as a loaf, she felt secure enough to knock just once. Instantly, a husky voice urged her in. She opened the door and entered into the dark house. All the windows had been drawn and the few candles cast more shadows than light.

A deep breathing drew Little Red’s attention to the massive, corner posted bed in the center of the room. A large bulge in the center of the blankets beckoned her closer with a voice of patient passion, a spider’s hiss. Two eyes glared out between covers brought up close and a night bonnet drawn down low.

“My, what big eyes you have, grandmother,” said Little Red Ridinghood.

“All the better to leer at you with,” said the voice malatya escort and the fire green eyes traveled over her form, staring intently at her exposed flesh which tingled as if they poured acid.

“Let me see you better,” said Little Red as she tugged at the quilts, revealing a face that had features of a bat, a wolf and a demon and yet was not un-like a man’s. “What a long tongue you have, grandmother,” stuttered Little Red Ridinghood.

“All the better to lick you all over with,” said the wolf as he slowly rose, his full length disclosed as the sheets fell away.

“My what a big rod you have, granny, ” gasped Red.

“All the better to ram you with, my dear,” he rasped as began to follow her around the bed. Keeping at opposite points, they made a slow circle, staring into each other’s eyes with occasional quick glances at their forms. The pace picked up till they were at full tilt scamper, swinging from the posts as they rounded a corner.

“Your blood smells so yummy. Give me just a lick, ” the Beast hissed as he leapt over the bed in a savage leap at Little Red Ridinghood. But she was hardly the victim that he dreamed of all morning. Her cloak had been long since throw off to give further flexion to her adrenaline fed limbs and the basket of fruits, jellies and cakes scattered about the room as she flashed the long blade out to greet the wolf. The nefarious nosferatu grew a deep, red gash along his flank and he pulled back to take another look at his would be meal.

She stood there for long moments, legs braced and prepared to pounce as blood slowly dripped down the length of the knife and also the inside of her thigh. “Please, I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to have a drink,” he rasped.

Her only response was growl as she charged with the knife pointed straight at his heart. They fell into a grapple, slashing at hide and fur, claws raking flesh. They rolled over and over, pinning each other just long enough to curse into each other’s eyes. Limbs entwined as they ground and rubbed against each other. They took turns sinking their teeth into each other’s throats and thrashing their heads about in savage shakes. The knife was now gone and the sweat made it hard to make a tight grip. The breathing grew thick and heavy and the violence of their encounter drew them into a feverish state of single focus. Their minds were razed, their bodies gained a rabid consciousness. Their fierce grips became clutches as they squeezed into each other. It seemed that the wolf was trying to beat Little Red Ridinghood with his hard rod and she was trying to crush the wolf in a death grip of arms and legs. They began to grind in circles, still breathing blasphemies, their hair drenched with sweat. The vamp pinned her to the ground and drilled her with his demented and enraged glare. His jaws widened to reveal pearl white fangs dripping with acidic spit. Enveloped by passion and thirst, he snapped at her throat, razor sharp incisors grazing her skin.

In a desperate surge of strength, she knocked his head aside and kicked him off. Flipping over back-wards, she found the knife again and squared off with the vamp-wolf who crouched ready with fangs, claws and cock, erect and straining for penetration. The two just stared at each other as the candle dripped wax, breadth panting hard between their clenched teeth.

“I will drink your blood tonight,” said the Beast.

“And I will give you another rod with this knife shoved up your crotch,” Little Red Ridinghood replied.

“But I have no choice. I am the vampire wolf. When the moon is full, I become the Beast that lives on blood. I have known of your coming to womanhood. niğde escort Your grandmother fed me for years till she ran dry. Now you must feed me, ” said the wolf.

“Blood, huh? I have all the blood you can drown in,” she said as she put one leg up on the bed and splayed open her knees. The copper, musky smell hit the sensitive senses of the wolf like a wave and he reeled back in a swoon. “Come and drink, ” she said as she beckoned with one hand and twirled the knife in the other. “But I must warn you, a bite too hard or a lick too quick and I’ll be wearing your skin for a winter coat.”

The wolf was wary but unable to resist the rich scent emanating from her crotch. He crawled over the sheets to get a deeper whiff of her dripping muff. The hairs were clouted with blood and fresh, red pearls hung from the tips. The wolf was delirious with lust as licked his jowls before the ripe, silk valley hovering before him.

Not wanting to miss any of the delicious nectar, he began with the thighs, following up the crimson trails to her snatch. His hot, long tongue emerged from fangs to slip and slick around, sending Little Red Ridinghood into a dizzy swirl. She began to quiver as the wolf man raked her fur with his incisors, taking long licks from the bottom to the top like a cherry lollipop. The tongue darted in and out, each time driving deeper into her nest, into the smooth velvet of her inner lips. She began to shiver and soft moan slipped out of her mouth as the wolf’s tongue found her swollen clit. Like a predator circling it’s prey, the tongue made tiny revolutions around the pink pearl. Tighter and tighter, the circles drew but just before it could feel the friction, the tongue pulled away to give hard laps to the sides.

She gasped and held back a plea but he knew what she wanted. He began circling again, this time faster, switching the direction of the ever closing circles. But again as he drew near, he switched to thrust his long, lupine tongue deep into her hungry rose that dripped with her lust and blood. Now she grasped his head with both hands as he pumped his head into her crotch, stretching his tongue as deep as it could reach into the dark recesses of her cavern.

Little Red was in a delirium, her legs quaking so badly that she had to sit on his shoulders to stay up. She cupped his pointed ears and pushed his face into her till he centered in on her pulsing star. His lips pursed and sucked in her bud. As the tip of his tongue flicked over her button, his lips suckled and she rocked her hips to the waves of passion till the tide swept convulsions through her body, mind and soul. A cry split the dark room and gush of dark blood poured out of her, drenching the face of the vampire who hungrily tried to slurp it all up, his chest and shoulders red from the splashings that he could not swallow. Again she screamed and a deep tremble shook them both to the ground.

Little Red Ridinghood woke up upon stained sheets and lay there till the shadows became more defined, breadth deep and calm. She then became aware of the beautiful boy lying down beside her. He had passed out from the intense satiation and slept with a faint smile. Her out flung hand was rested on something hard and as she picked it up, she grinned at the long, bloody knife. Out of gratitude, she kissed it and was surprised at the tingling sensation it produced. Opening her mouth, she slipped the knife all the way in and pulled it out, licking it clean. A second rush ran down her body and she shivered with from a hot flash chill. Quietly, she got out of the bed and cracked open the window. The long fight and feast went through most of the night and the morning had returned, bright and sharp. She knew she should flee now that she had the chance but she found herself repulsed by the light and shutting the shade, she crawled back into the bed with the changeling. Tonight when it was night again, she thought as she slipped off to sleep, I would put on my ruby red cloak and go out to play.

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What’s the hardest part about being a Mermaid, you may ask? All the damn stereotypes. For starters, I don’t have a fishtail, though I do gain scales and gills when I come in contact with salt water. I don’t have a great singing voice, nor am I trolling around looking for sailors to seduce. The type of female who does that sort of thing is found in bars and clubs near U.S. Navy bases, not the ocean.

My name is Chia Gorek and I’ve got a story to share with you. If you were to look at me, you’d see a perfect replica of a five-foot-ten, curvaceous and fit, sturdy gal with dark bronze skin, long black hair and emerald eyes. I’ve been mistaken for everything from Puerto Rican to Moroccan, but I am none of these things.

My features, which vaguely resemble a blend of African, Arabian and European, are actually older than all three. I defy your racial classifications because, well, I’m above and beyond them. All of the aforementioned categories and ethnicities are human classifications, and I, dear reader, am more than human. Always have been and always will be.

What do I mean by that? I guess a history lesson is needed. Two hundred thousand years ago, when the human species was still evolving, a group of humans left the African motherland and wandered across the Middle East and parts of Asia, picking up others as they went along, on their way back to the Ocean. A cataclysm drove them to seek greener pastures, as the land they once called home was changing and increasingly besieged by human-like entities that were hostile to them.

Over the course of millennia, these Travelers mutated, evolving to adapt perfectly to their new environment. The Ocean is vast, nearly endless actually, and a truly wonderful place. Life began in the ocean, believe it or not, and if mankind doesn’t stop polluting it, life on earth will end. Like the benevolent mother that she is, the ocean welcomed back the enlightened humans who returned to it with open arms. I am a proud member of that powerful and resilient species.

Homo Sapiens Aquaticus is our scientific name, so stop calling us Mermen or Mermaids or any of that antiquated, fantasyland crap. We are amphibious rather than exclusively aquatic but whatever. We’ve built a remarkable civilization at the bottom of the ocean, in places where humans, even with detestable submarines, can never actually hope to reach. The pressure at that depth would crush your tin cans to pieces, if you ever tried going down there.

What drove me, a native of the beautiful City of Atlantis, crown jewel of the Sea People, to leave my home for the City of Miami, Florida? Well, it has to do with politics. Politics is a dirty game among my species, and from what I’ve read, it’s the same way among humans. Will wonders never cease?

The Sea People are ruled by the Supreme Council, of which my parents, Amok and Talia Gorek were once proud members. My uncle Amon Gorek seized power in a bloody coup, and decided to wipe out his opposition, of which my parents were leading members. I’m not sure what became of my parents. I fled to the only place where I knew the Cadre, my uncle Amon’s ruthless militia, might not reach me…the surface world.

For untold millennia, the Sea People have shunned all contact with you humans, whom we regard as barbaric, ruthless and prejudiced. Now, driven by despair, I am forced to make a living among you. This is supremely ironic, because at my old school, the Holy Academy of Neptune, I wrote a forty-tome edict about human barbarism and advocated that my people continue our to maintain their distance from you.

I emerged from the ocean on a beach in Miami, stark naked, as is the custom of my people. I’d been swimming near the beach all day, among all the human swimmers frolicking in the water, reluctant to finally head to land because, well, it’s taboo in my culture. Also, I was kind of afraid, alright? I was alone, far from home, facing a strange new world, with nothing but my wits.

People stared at me as I emerged from the surf, au naturel. Aside from certain religious ceremonies, we Sea People don’t bother with garments typically. You should have seen the way people looked at me, as I walked about the beach, squinting in the early morning sunlight, stunned to see so many humans sunbathing. I thought the sun’s rays caused them to fall ill at times. Maybe I was wrong.

“Lady, put some clothes on,” said a six-foot-tall, rather robust young man with dark skin and puffy hair, clad in bright red trunks. This particular human had leapt from a type of perch overlooking the entire beach and come running toward me the moment I walked out of the ocean. Indeed, he came towards me as though he owned the place.

I looked the dark man up and down, and took the towel he handed me and wrapped it around myself. He sighed and nodded, then told me that the nudist convention at the beach wasn’t till next week. I had no idea what he was talking about, but nodded as if I understood. Better to go along and pretend I was just an eccentric member kilis escort of his kind, rather than what I truly am.

“Sounds good to me,” I replied, amused by the way the tall, dark-skinned young man blushed, seemingly uncomfortable in my presence. Whether sea-going or land-bound, males were all the same. A beautiful woman affects them in ways they won’t admit, and I intended to use that to my advantage.

“I’m Simon, and I go to the Central Florida Institute of Technology, you swim pretty good, lady, you should try out for the swim team,” the young man said, and I smiled and nodded at that, even though I had no idea what he was talking about. Simon proved to be quite helpful. I just met the man and he provided me with all kinds of information, even going so far as to loan me some feminine clothing which belonged to a former co-worker of his.

“Simon, do you typically keep feminine garments around?” I asked him as we went to the main area of the lifeguard house, where he worked. Simon smiled and told me a story about how his former colleague Sophia quit in a huff the previous week and hadn’t been back to claim her stuff. Fortunately for me, Sophia’s clothes, consisting of a tank top and shorts, and sandals, proved a good fit for me.

“Ma’am, I’m a Haitian gentleman, we’re always helpful to pretty ladies in distress,” Simon said, and I smiled at this helpful young man, both amused and moved by his candor. Human males are so different from those from my world. As an unmarried female, I’m considered off-limits in my culture. If a young male is interested in me, he would approach the Matriarch of my Clan and gain her permission before approaching me.

“Thanks for all your help Simon, I’m Chia Gorek,” I said, and hesitantly shook Simon’s hand when he held it out for me to shake. Like I said, this was my first day in the human world, and there was much that I didn’t know about human customs, or male/female interactions, for that matter. And just like that, I went walking around the City of Miami, crown jewel of Florida, on my first day in the human world.

It didn’t take me long to figure out how things worked in the human world. These land-bound, slow-moving slugs who closely resemble my People are like us in many ways. You need money to function in the human world. I went back out to sea, got some jewels which I found at depths that human swimmers can never reach, and used these to exchange for human currency, and thus went about integrating myself into human society.

I approached a computer expert who dealt in such things, and thus with her help I crafted a new identity for myself. I became Chia Gorek, born in 1995, and enrolled at the Central Florida Institute of Technology with my new identity. I tried out for the women’s swim team, easily outperformed their best women, and got myself a scholarship offer. Thus, I was firmly ensconced in the human world. I remained tight-lipped about my past, billing myself as an orphan.

Founded in 1985, the Central Florida Institute of Technology is a small school that only recently reached admission into the NCAA Division One. The school has seven thousand students, with a curriculum focused on computer science, engineering and other sciences. Only fields sports teams in men’s and women’s swimming, women’s volleyball, men’s and women’s soccer, men’s and women’s lacrosse, men’s and women’s golf, men’s and women’s basketball and football, course.

At a small school like that, with a lot of international students from Latin America, Asia, Africa and other parts of the world, I ought to feel right at home. Or so I thought. I’m a fish out of water, pun intended. I miss my home, my family and my world. Sometimes at night, I dream of the ocean. It feels weird to sleep on a bed in my dorm. So I go to the washroom, fill the tub with water and sleep there. It feels more…natural.

“Small world, fancy seeing you here,” a masculine voice said, snapping me out of my reverie. As a Sea Person, I have enhanced senses of sight, smell and hearing far beyond any mortal’s, but I am not immune to being distracted. I turned around, and found myself facing a vaguely familiar face. That of Simon, the lifeguard from the beach, the very first land-bound human whom I’d ever laid eyes on, and I smiled.

“Small world indeed, Simon, good to see you,” I said, and shook Simon’s hand. This time, he wore a red silk shirt and blue jeans, rather than the trunks he’d been wearing while lifeguarding at the beach. I must say, from what I’ve learned of human standards for male attire and style, Simon kind of looked good in them.

“I see you’ve followed my idea, Chia, you’ve been wowing them on the ladies swim team,” Simon said, stroking his goateed chin, and I smiled and shrugged in a very human manner. I’d quickly learned to mimic the gestures and mannerisms of human girls, which are almost identical to mine, come to think of it. It’s eerie how much my People have in common with the humans.

“Thanks for the kırklareli escort tip, Simon,” I replied, and then I started walking with Simon. I’d just come back from the swimming pool, my favorite place on campus, and it was actually good to see a familiar face. I’d been at the Central Florida Institute of Technology for three months and hadn’t made many friends, especially among the girls. Humans can sense that I am different, somehow, women especially. I don’t know why that is.

“So, you liking campus so far?” Simon said as we headed toward the quad, and I smiled and nodded. I’d been setting records with the swim team and hadn’t banked on all the attention I’d get both from fellow students and the local media. The last thing I wanted, as the ultimate stranger, was to draw more attention to myself.

“Simon, I like this place, it’s fun, but honestly, I miss home, and a lot of the girls here hate me,” I said wistfully, and I thought about an incident with some of the girls from the swim team which left me honestly kind of peeved. The incident took place in the women’s locker room, after I helped the Central Florida Institute of Technology women’s swim team defeat their archrivals, Georgia Tech.

“Nobody swims that fast, and you never get tired, what drugs are you on?” said Marcia Gutierrez, the swim team captain. The short, slender Latina stood there, hands on her hips, flanked by her buddies Debbie Armstrong, a tall, blue-eyed blonde and Christine Wellington, a tall, attractive young African-American woman with braids.

“I bet you this bitch is taking something,” said Christine, stepping closer to me than I deemed socially acceptable. The human concept of personal space is the one thing that I find relatable. Among the Sea People, we keep our distance from one another. In an environment teeming with sharks and other predators, you don’t let others get too close. We only come together in times of emergency, or for ritualistic, political, religious and mating reasons.

“Come any closer, and my swimming prowess will be the least of your concerns, Christine,” I replied hotly, and when she scoffed and stepped closer, I grabbed this gal, who was taller and heavier than me, and lifted her off the floor…with one hand. Christine gasped in shock, as did Debbie and the others. I saw fear in their eyes, and put Christine back on her feet.

“It’s not my fault that you people can’t keep up with me, I don’t need drugs to beat you, maybe I’m just better,” I said, and then I left the women’s locker room in a huff. Christine, Debbie and Marcia just stared awkwardly. I expected them to go to our coach or the school administration and file a complaint against me but they didn’t. Nope, these wily girls were utterly cowed by my display of power, and they later apologized to me, if you can believe it.

“Not loving this place as much as I thought I would,” I said, and Simon smiled understandingly, then put his arm around my shoulder. Typically I hate it when humans touch me, their touch feels weird, but for some reason, I honestly didn’t mind Simon’s touch. This human had been nothing but kind to me since the day we met.

“Chia, people are complex, and when you’re different from them, well, they tend to hate you for no reason,” Simon said thoughtfully, and the two of us went into a little café not far from the C.F.I.T. campus, having coffee. I sat across from Simon, wondering where he was going with this. Could this human truly understand how alienated I felt in this new world?

“You understand how I feel?” I asked incredulously, looking into Simon’s eyes, and he nodded, then gently laid his hand on mine. I looked at Simon’s large, slightly callused hand. The hand of a young man who was apparently no stranger to working for a living, according to what I understand of human ways.

“Chia, my parents, Sebastien and Julianne Augustin left the island of Haiti when I was young and came to Florida as political refugees, we’re black people in a white man’s world, and even after we became United States citizens, some people like to treat us poorly because of our skin color,” Simon said, and a somber look crept into his dark, handsome face.

I thought about what Simon was saying, and oddly enough, it warmed my heart to hear these words from him. For it meant that Simon could relate to me. I too had fled from my home for political reasons, though of course I couldn’t tell this to Simon, at least not yet.

“Simon, I see no difference in humans of different colors, no matter what they say, and I speak truthfully when I say you’re one of my favorite humans,” I said, smiling at him. Simon looked at me, and smiled, and then drew closer to me, his face inches from mine. For some reason, I drew closer to him, and then…we kissed.

“That was nice,” I said, smiling at Simon, once we came up for air. Well, he came up for air. I can hold my breath for a long time, as you can imagine. I liked the feel of Simon’s lips against mine. The beautiful karabük escort young man smiled at me, and told me my lips tasted sweet.

“As do yours,” I said, and then Simon and I sat there, smiling at each other like the goofy youths we were supposed to be. That’s how it all began, ladies and gentlemen. My life-changing romance with Simon Augustin, the young man from the island of Haiti, who stole my heart in beautiful Miami. Never mind that we come from different worlds. When you’re with the right person, none of that stuff about your origins matters. Thanks to Simon, I was about to discover exactly how true that was.

Simon and I began a relationship, one that was wonderful but also complicated by the fact that, well, I’m one of the Sea People. I am not human, and I cannot stay away from the water for long. The sea water nourishes me and strengthens me like nothing else in the universe can. I can’t explain it any further, the sea is my home and always will be.

I can easily shift from my human form to my original one, going from a tall, curvy woman with bronze skin and dark hair to a bluish, scaled and clawed, black-eyed Sea Person. In my natural form, I am vastly stronger than anything human. In the water, I am strong enough to lift ten times my body weight. On land, I’m barely stronger than the average human. Living conditions, eh?

“My sweet Chia, what is going on in that pretty head of yours?” Simon said to me as we sat inside my room, one Friday night, after coming home from watching the horror flick It Follows at Miami Beach Cinema. We were cuddling on my sofa while Pretty Little Liars played on the TV. I have a thing for that show, seriously.

“I want to fuck,” I said matter-of-factly, and Simon grinned shyly. We’d been going out for a while now and hadn’t done more than kissing and holding hands. Not sure if that’s normal for human males, but where I come from, some physical contact needs to occur when a female and her chosen male are spending quality time together.

“I love your bluntness, though it shocks me sometimes,” Simon said, grinning, and then, in a show of boldness that surprised me, he kissed me full and deep, and drew me to him. My eager hands caressed his face, his chest and I was delighted to feel his robust body all over. Neptune be praised, Simon was as hard-bodied as a Merman, unlike the soft-bodied humans I saw everywhere I looked.

“Stop talking,” I said, and I grinned happily as Simon laid me on the floor, pulled my sweatpants off while I eased out of my tank top and then feasted his eyes on me. I saw lust in those dark eyes of his, and something else. Smiling, Simon told me I was beautiful, and then he kissed a path from my lips to my throat, and finally fastened his full lips to my breasts, causing me to giggle softly.

“Go for it,” I said, and Simon certainly heeded my plea, sucking on my breasts eagerly, flicking his tongue over the areolas, and triggering all sorts of tingly, fun sensations all over me. Now, I’ve had sex before, just never in my human form. So in a way this was a first for me, and honestly, there was no one I’d rather do this with than Simon.

“You’re perfect,” Simon whispered, and then he licked his way from my breasts to the space between my legs. I watched as Simon buried his face between my thighs, and began licking away at me. I sighed happily as I began to feel pleasures I hadn’t thought were possible in this form. Simon’s fingers and tongue explored my womanhood, and set my world on fire.

“Please don’t stop,” I cried out, actually begging, and Simon grinned and paused to wink at me, then continued to unleash this sweetest of tortures upon me. I moaned softly, as sensations that were wonderful yet altogether alien were triggered within me by my lover’s expert touch. Simon had me right where he wanted me and if loving what he was doing to me is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.

“You taste different,” Simon said, and I suddenly sat up, feeling strange. Simon looked at me, a startled look upon his face, and he looked at me, then asked me if everything was alright. I nodded quickly, and Simon resumed pleasuring me like only he can. After a while, my Simon’s tongue and fingers in my pussy once more, all tension vanished from me and I relaxed and enjoyed.

“If you want it come and get it, I’m ready for you,” I whispered, a challenge in my eyes as I lay on the carpeted floor, my legs spread invitingly while I glared at Simon. When he came toward me, I got up and fled, rushing to the nearby washroom. Simon followed suit, and I turned on the shower, splashing him with the lukewarm water.

“Quit playing with me freaky woman,” Simon said, laughing, and then he grabbed me and pulled me closer. With the water dripping all over me, the inhuman strength that was my birthright as a Sea Person returned, and I grabbed Simon, boldly lifting him and shoving him hard against the wall. Simon blinked nervously, clearly surprised.

“I want you,” I said, and went straight for his dick. Simon sighed happily as I stroked his member, marveling as it lengthened and thickened in my grasp. Lovely organ, to be sure. Simon stared at me, and the nervousness I saw in his eyes vanished, replaced by an almost feral gleam. Growling sexily, Simon wrapped his arms around me, and then, he took me.

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Chapter 7 – Honey’s Melons

At sunrise Darling and Kelly sat side by side on the mossy bank of MilkTitty lake together, naked, shoulders touching, and their eyes drifting from the beautiful setting to one another. Never in the history of love and lust had any pair been more perfectly fit for one another. They were insatiable for each other, and as deeply in love as any two souls could be.

“You two aren’t exactly easy to track down.” Honey spoke with a motherly tone as she walked up on the basking pair, her big beautiful bottom clad in skin tight blue jean cut offs and her freckle dusted titties free and jiggling with each step she took. Both Darlin and Kelly looked up with blushing smiles as the older woman nudged them apart and slid in between them, taking a seat to share their sunrise. As she did, they both made room, but quickly scrunched closer to her, closing the gap between them and laying their heads on her beautiful titties to welcome her into their midst.

“I can’t blame you though.” Honey added. “Your momma and me use to come down here all the time after a long night of love making.” She glanced to Kelly and felt her heart swell with love and affection. “She would wash me, and I her, and usually we’d end up splitting one another’s bottoms a couple more times before the rest of the farm woke up. John had no idea of course. We weren’t cheating mind you. John’s never been jealous of what i have with the girls; he just never gets up that early. He’s probably the only farmer on earth that sleeps til noon.”

Kelly smiled as she listened to Honey’s tales of her mother Candy. She felt a close bond with the sexy redhead, and imagined that Candy had felt much the same when she’d been a Milkmaid at the farm. If not for her sticky-sweet bond with Darlin, she may very well have sought something as intimate with Honey as well. The sex they’d shared had been as intense as any she’d ever had, and she found she enjoyed the carefree and easy going nature of her ‘boss’ more and more as she came to know her.

“So momma and you were lovers?” Kelly asked. “I mean, I know you were close and all, and we’re not exactly the kind of girls who do the whole monogamy thing, especially with so much tasty all around us here on the farm. You two were close? Like Darlin and me?”

Darlin smiled across the valley of Honey’s titties at her human mate and reached out, taking Kelly’s hand and staring longingly at her. Just an hour before she had knelt in the shallows of Lake MilkTitty and taken her lover’s enormous cock deep in her ass in a long slow sensual butt fuck. She could still feel the warmth of Kellys cream that Kelly had filled her hot little hole, bubbling inside of her.

“Your momma and I were soul mates baby.” Honey answered back, reaching over and tracing Kelly’s cheek with her fingers. “Its as simple as that. Don’t you go telling John, because I’ll deny it, but when she and I were together, we were like one person. When we made love it was fucking euphoric, and when we were apart, it hurt my heart to be separated from her.”

“I still feel like that.” Honey grinned. “John wasn’t the jealous type, obviously, but even the most accepting of men can only take his woman being in that sort of relationship for so long before it causes issues. So Candy and I decided it would be best if she and I went our separate ways. It happened that she was pregnant with you at the time, so it made for a convenient excuse for her to take some time off from working the farm and raise you.”

Kelly listened intently as her fingers entertwined with Darlin’s in Honey’s lap, the bulge of the older woman’s beautiful cock separated from both their touch by a thin layer of denim. “I’m grown now though.” Kelly offered. “She misses this place, and you too I’m sure, so maybe she could come back.”

“Let’s talk about something else baby.” Honey offered as she rose to her feet and offered a hand to each of the girls. “The reason I came down here to find you, was that I need someone to take on a little extra duty around here. Naturally, since you’ll be concentrating on milking duties with Darlin and won’t have to worry about any of the other girls, you’ll have a little spare time on your hands, and id love it if you spent it with me, in my garden. Your momma use to help me out with certain extra-curricular chores as well, I thought you might have some of her knack for the job.”

“What job?” Kelly asked, beaming a smile as both her and Darlin stood and followed along with their sexy guide as they started up a path through the woods curving back around the property behind the Milkmaid’s bunks and into a little valley, a beautiful sun dappled clearing opening up before them with what looked like a vast melon patch settled in its center.

The melons were like nothing Kelly had ever seen in her life. They were plump, like big juicy titties waiting to be licked and suckled at, and as bright pink as nipples, glistening wet with karaman escort dew in the morning sun.

“They’re called kobash melons sweetie.” Honey said with a wink as she set down into the patch and tip toed in among the vines. Kelly followed, with Darlin snuggled on her arm, and as she minded her step to avoid crushing any of the strange fruit she became increasingly aware of a scent that she couldn’t place. Finally it hit her.

“Strawberries. Strawberries and…… cum!” Kelly said with a giggle and a bright smile.

“I do a little gardening when I’m not balls deep in a beautiful butt.” Honey said smiling. “It occurred to me, that since Bull Butter and Bull Milk had such an incredible physiological effect on people, that it might make an interesting fertilizer as well. So I picked out some of my favorite fruits, added a little love, and a whole lot of sticky sweet cream, and after a couple of tries, I came up with Kobash melons. They aren’t exactly F.D.A. approved.” She added with a wink and a wiggle to her hips.

“Can I try one?” Kelly asked, squatting down and running her hand across the rhine of one of the tasty looking fruits. She found its outer texture smooth and soft to the touch. Beads of pinkish wetness covered the melon and seemed to be produced from it. As she touched it, she felt her head begin to spin slightly and her cock begin to throb and grow.

“Oh no sweetie! be careful!” Honey crossed the melon patch and helped Kelly to her feet, pulling a little handkerchief from her back pocket and quickly whipping the melon juices from the younger girl’s hand. “The melons have an potent side effect on humans. The Bull girls absolutely love them, and when they are added to their feed it increases cum production by gallons, but humans aren’t as capable of handling the effects.”

Kelly felt hot, her insides burning, and her dick openly oozing with pre-cum as she looked to Honey with a curious stare. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to tear the older woman’s shorts off her and rape her on the spot. She longed to shank her fat dick in and out of Honey’s puckered hole until she was all used up and panting like a well fucked bitch. Then she’d have a go with Darlin, and then another, until the sweet little bull was left whimpering from pleasure on her belly in the melon patch. After that she’d run back to the farm where Mindy and Cindy would squeal like fuck pigs on her bloated dick, and once she was done with them, every hole at MilkTitty farms would be hers to screw until….

“Snap out of it sweetie.” Honey whispered, taking Kelly’s chin in hand and staring deep into her eyes. She continued to wipe away the excess juices from Kelly’s fingers, and slowly Kelly came back to her senses, though her dick still stood at rock hard erection.

Darlin stepped in close to the pair and took her lover’s prick in both hands, cuddling it between her titties and watching with concern and desire as Honey brought Kelly out of her daze.

“What happened?” Kelly groaned; head still spinning, and a wet pink sex crazed fog slowly lifting as she regained her senses. “God. I felt like I was gonna lose it. I was so hot, and you….”

“I know baby.” Honey reassured her, smiling as she tucked her hankie in her back pocket and leaned in, softly kissing Kelly’s lips as she explained. “I should have warned you. Kobash melons are an incredible aphrodisiac. They turn girls like you or I into fuck crazed animals. Normal pussy women out in the world would lose their minds entirely if they were to come in contact with a Kobash, and Men, well I don’t know what would happen if a man came in contact with one of them. That’s why I need a helper to mind and harvest the melons with me; someone who I can trust to look out for me, and whom I can look after as well.”

Honey continued. “Candy worked the patch with me, and since she’s been gone, Penny has been helping me with them. Somehow that little piggy is immune to the melon’s effects. Go figure. One of the many bonuses to being a genetically enhanced big tittied pussy pig girl I guess.” The trio shared a giggle. “If you say yes, you’ll spend two days a week with me in the melon patch, when you’re not milking Darlin here of course. She can come and help as well if she wants, and we can spend the time getting to know one another.”

“I’d like that.” Kelly said smiling, her big dick still in Darlin’s hands, she reached out and took Honey by her belt loop and pulled the older woman in closer. “I think I’m still feeling the effects though if you know what I mean.” She added with a wink and a lip licking grin. “What ever shall I do with this big juicy fruit of my own?”

Darlin snuggled close to her lover as she rested her head on Kelly’s shoulder and both Kelly and her looked to Honey with girlish little grins, still both naked, standing in the melon patch surrounded by sweet smelling fuck craze educing fruit, and eyeing their older companion kars escort with devious dick slurping interest.

“Come on you two.” Honey teased with a turn and flip of her short hair, one thumb unsnapping the button at the top of her jean shorts as she stepped carefully out of the kobash patch and made her way to a little shack beside the clearing.

Kelly and Darlin gave chase, walking hip to hip as they prepared to pounce on Honey and deflower her in the most delicious mid-morning fuck they’d participated in in hours.

Inside the little shack, kobash melons were piled in big baskets ready to be taken back to the farm on wheel barrels. There was a little tractor for pulling a wagon set off in a corner, and tables for sorting and inspecting melons, but the most obvious and interesting sight that greeted the girls as they stepped inside, was the gorgeous pig girl standing with her back to one of the sorting tables, naked down to her little darling hoof -shaped feet and smiling from ear to ear.

“Penny, I’d like you to meet Kelly.” Honey said with a naughty little wink over her shoulder, her shorts dropping free of her hips, kicked aside as she slid her naked butt atop a stool beside one of the tables and took her fast growing cock in hand, stroking the meaty length from knob to nuts as Kelly and Penny closed the distance between one another with girlish grins. “Kelly, this is Penny, the only pussy for thirty miles, and the sweetest, wettest, tightest little cunt you’ll ever fuck.”

Penny had big beautiful pink eyes, tits that put even Kelly’s huge knockers to shame, and an obvious overly plump hairless pussy between her thick and juicy thighs, that seemed to be openly leaking with arousal.

As she came close to Kelly, Kelly held out her hand for a polite hello, but Penny tenderly pushed her hand aside and slid right up against her, their titties smashing and arms encircling one another as the horny pig girl wasted no time in pushing her mouth hard onto Kelly’s own, a long dripping wet tongue invading Kelly’s mouth without hesitation.

“Come here Darlin.” Honey called out to the sexy bull girl. Her cock was large, fat, and dripping as she perched atop her stool and double fisted it’s length, both her feet up on rungs and her knees spread wide in open invitation for a proper cock sucking.

Obeying her mistress, and with a hungry groan of desire, Darlin reluctantly left her lover behind and knelt at the altar of Honey’s dick, her mouth grabbing for the juicy knob and taking it in with a sensual slurp, both her hands sliding up and down the inside of Honey’s thighs as she began to worm her tongue in and out of Honey’s gooey cum hole while looking up at her with big beautiful cum thirsty eyes.

When Penny finally broke free of her and Kelly’s kiss she presumed to take hold of Kelly’s raging cock-slab and tugged it to her, pressing the hotness of it’s fat length against her belly and biting her lower lip as she offered a naughty grin to her new friend and an open invitation for the raunchiest fuck she had to offer.

“I heard bout you.” She said in a high pitched little girly voice hat perfectly suited her blonde curls and big pink eyes. “I heard you fuck like a dream, and that Darlin loves you lots and lots, and that you are so sweet and Candy’s daughter, and lots of stuff.”

Kelly grinned in return, letting her eyes take in what had to be a set of Double K-cup piggy tits that looked primed to suckle at, and squeeze, and be bathed in hot cum. She could feel incredible heat coming from between Penny’s thighs and her aching pussy, and stepped in closer to show that she accepted the unspoken offer in kind.

“I heard about you too.” Kelly answered back. “I had no clue you were so bubbly and… buoyant though.” They laughed, and again Penny filled Kelly’s mouth with miles of wet piggy tongue as she backed her up toward a little padded bench at the room’s corner.

With introductions made, the foursome let go their inhibitions, and both Penny and Darlin took cock deep in their throats as the two human women groaned and mewled their pleasure. Loud wet sputtering sounds could be heard to echo out across the melon patch, and the moans of wet cock sucking pleasure joined them in a chorus of incredible lust and desires.

Across the room Kelly met Honey’s hungry stare as they both had their beautiful girl-dicks deeply gobbled by their animal-girl partners. Honey’s mouth hung wide open in bliss as Darling gagged and stretchedher jaw around her cock, and Kelly licked her lips as she grabbed two fists full of Penny’s pretty blonde curls and fucked her mouth with hip-twisting little humps. From their possitions each could see the uptjrust asses of Darlin and Penny as they worked to suck cock; each of their tiny crinkled puckers wet and shiny with need, almost bubbling between their cheeks for futa cock.

Penny left Kelly’s dick slathered in spit and slobber, and climbed kıbrıs escort up on top of her newfound friend as she steered the swollen dick she’d so expertly gobbled toward her obscenely fat little pussy hole.

Kelly closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as she felt Penny’s muffin grip her, and with a wiggle of her hips, the entire length shot deep up inside of her, the tiny little hole like a well-greased fist around Kelly’s big dick, drooling so much hotness from around the root of her meat that it was scorching her asshole beneath her sodden balls.

Darlin had laid back in obedient submission atop one of the sorting tables, and looked up at Honey with a daughter’s love, lifting her own beautiful bull balls to expose her little chocolate rectum as she felt a swollen cock knob smash against it, and begin to work it’s way inside.

“So big momma. I want it all.” Darlin mewled, and Honey leaned down over her, kissing her baby bull on her titties and looking up into her eyes. Darlin had not only become the face of MilkTitty farms, but had been Honey’s first bull girl way back before the farm had opened; even before she’d met John or dreamed of doing what was now her lifelong dream. As she slid her fattened knob inside her wriggling baby-bull Darlin gasped out loud, and the pair both stared deeply into one another’s eyes as their fucking began.

“You’re pussy is on fire Piglet.” Kelly groaned out loud, maneuvering her body so she could take hold of Penny’s hips and guide her cunt to some extent, looking up at the bouncing wobbling tits above her as she laid back and let her cock and her lover’s pussy couple, and the cream between them flow free.

Kelly was sitting in a pool of their pre-cream already, and reveled in the pleasure of her naked ass sliding this way and that in pig juices while she made her best effort to thrust up into the bouncing girl atop her, a warm bath of pussy juice flowing freely across her lower half.

“Cause your cock is so fuckin big.” Penny whimpered, her baby voice so adorable as she spoke filthy words. She lowered her big titties over Kelly as she stirred her hips, offering a bubble gum nipple to her mouth, and Kelly accepted, biting into the fat pink marshmallow and causing Penny to squeal in orgasm, cum gushing out of her cunt all over the both of them. Still though, their fucking continued.

“Momma! Oh Momma!” Darlin screamed in passionate release as her own big black dick spat ropes of gooey bull cum up over her belly and tits. She held her mouth open wide and took as much on her wriggling tongue as she could, enjoying the flavor of her own fuck-butter as she was relentlessly split between her cheeks, Honey now plowing her butthole in long vicious thrusts as she brought one knee up on the sorting table and held Darlin by her hips, fat-dicking her with fully half of her bloated shaft in each deep-dicking lunge.

Kelly and Penny switched places, crawling onto the dirty floor together as the horny piglet laid back and opened her legs wide apart, Kelly kneeling between them. She let out a loud “Suuiiieeeee” and began to toss her head from side to side as Kelly slammed her meat deep inside her, fucking her cock up into the piggy womb laid out before her and grinding her fat nuts against the wanton little slut’s butthole.

Pushing her legs up alongside her huge titties, Kelly groaned at the beauty of the pig girl beneath her and craned her neck to try and kiss her over the smashed together mountains of her tits. They couldn’t quite reach one another, so in an act of unspoken understanding, Penny held her mouth wide open, and Kelly let spit dribble from the tip of her tongue down into the gaping jaw, feeding her pig lover her spit as she slopped away in and out of her puffy pink pussy.

The sounds of groaning moaning fuck crazed sex were music to each of the lover’s ears as they screwed like wild whores into the morning. Finally the foursome came together, and assholes were licked of sweet drooling cream, pussies were groped and fingered, and titties smashed together, bitten, and slapped. Finally, the group knew they couldn’t keep the fuck up much longer, and impossibly as it seemed, each had held their cum gushing orgasms as long as they could, wanting to all blow at once, in a nuclear meltdown of sexual bliss.

Darlin followed Honey’s instruction, and lay back on the dirty floor; Penny stepping over her and lowering her pussy onto the bull girl’s gorgeous black dick. They smiled at one another and kissed like long time lovers. Each were close friends, and as close to being sisters as any two animal girls could be, with Honey their beloved momma, their pink little holes hers for her pleasure and theirs.

With Piglet mounted atop bull, Kelly guided her cock into Penny’s butt, listening to her whimpers and squeals as she eased her length deeper and deeper, fucking her way into the plump pink ass while riding along with Penny’s own bucks and waggles, her pussy stuffed to bursting with Darlin’s giant cock.

The threesome finally joined, and two enormous dicks in Penny had her lost in mind blowing pleasure as she threw her head back and gasped out loud, another gusher of pussy cream bursting from inside her all over Darlin’s cock and balls.

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For a moment, there was only darkness. Then something pushed forward, an invisible force like a wind current, strong enough to carry her weight.

Fay stumbled with a rock when the world returned to its shape around her. It was still dark, however. She couldn’t see anything. The only two things she perceived were the hard touch of the stone floor under her feet and the hissing sound of water falling somewhere nearby.

“We are here.” Valyxa’s words echoed through the darkness.

“Where are we…?”

A humming sound followed by the dim light of auryl sparkles announced Valyxa’s spell-making. A fist-sized sphere of light appeared on her hand, casting away the darkness around them.

“This brings some memories…”

The pink-haired woman helped Fay getting up.

“Come on, she’s waiting for us.”

The magic ball lightened the place enough for Fay to recognize shapes and recover her orientation.

They were inside a cavern. A large opening in the rock supported by tall cylindric columns covered in luminescent moss. The central stone platform where they stood was wrapped in a crimson carpet, torn apart after years without proper care. What’s left of the carpet extended from one end of the room to the other, where a stepped platform led to a throne carved in stone.

Fay could see where the whispering sound of water flow came from. A water current made its way through the wall to the right as a waterfall to become a small stream below the stone platform.

Fay looked at the far end of the chamber, where the stone throne lied, bathed in the last beams of daylight that slipped through the broken ceiling. The dim light allowed her to catch a glimpse of the woman who was sitting on the throne, a dark-skinned figure with fiery mauve eyes.

“Took you long enough.” Her haunting voice reverberated against the walls.

“My apologies, Mistress.” Valyxa made a reverence before the woman after they got closer to the throne. “This is Fay. Fay, let me present you-“

“Let’s take a better look at you, shall we?” The dark woman snapped her fingers, a series of torches spread around the chamber lighted a fire with an unusual blue glow.

The room was now completely illuminated, and Fay could perfectly see her interlocutor. A fully naked woman who looked more demon than human. Her chestnut skin was covered with black scales all around her body, highlighting her ample curves.

She looked at Fay with a sharp face, those magenta eyes floating inside dark globes.

“Hmm…” Her plump lips twitched into a sinister smile.

Something about her made Fay feel in need to keep her gaze on her, she could not keep her eyes off her body, and Fay wanted not. She was… terribly beautiful.

“Let’s see…”

The demoness stood up, revealing a match of dark dragon wings below a short mane of red hair crowned by two pairs of black curved horns.

A thick and long tail ending in a triangle shaped tip with a black pearl in the middle rippled swiftly behind her legs. Oh yes, her legs… Fay noticed how her legs were so different from her own, her thighs were as full as her round buttocks, but from the knees down everything changed. She had these thick hardened limbs covered with large scales which ended in hooves instead of feet.

No doubt her three fingered hooves helped her look taller than every woman, at least than any of the other three present in that place.

Fay hadn’t noticed the third woman at first, but there she was. A silver-haired adult who was lying on the floor next to the throne, breathing heavily while she had her own hands grabbing her own crotch. She didn’t even notice Fay’s presence.

The demoness circled around Fay, examining her body.

“A-Are you another succubus…?”

“Hm… So Valyxa has been instructing you…?” The voluptuous demon glanced at the pink-haired woman before fixing her eyes on Fay one more time. “My name is Xenaryth and this is my sanctuary.”

She was now in front of Fay, just centimeters away, feeling her warm breath on her skin. Xenaryth’s swollen pointy nipples were almost poking Fay’s face on top of the engorged hills her boobs were. The tight valley formed between her buxom chest was the only thing Fay was able to see at that moment.

Fire rushed inside Fay, an electric feeling that went down her body, making her body numb.

‘No… resist it… Don’t fall… to the urge…’

“You are indeed… interesting. But I see nothing special in your aura. Perhaps you overestimate her, Valyxa?”

“With all due respect, Mistress, I did not. Look deeper.”

“Hmmm…” Xenaryth reached Fay with her hand, extending her taloned fingers over Fay’s belly. She moved the hand tracing a circle, searching for something. Fay sensed a rising warm inside her, calling for its release; a voice buried in the layers of her psyche yelling for freedom. Xenaryth’s eyes opened wide when she found what she was looking for. “This is… Ahhhh…!”

An ancient force screamed inside Fay, exploding in a burst of fire that ran through her veins. The pain… van escort it was too much… but so refreshing…

“Enough!” Xenaryth removed her hand at once. She looked startled for a moment, she just had tasted something so powerful… but it was impossible… The Mistress stepped back while Fay fell to the ground, panting. “You… but it can’t be…”

“What’s wrong?” asked Valyxa.

Xenaryth shook her head.

“It’s… It’s nothing.” The Mistress regained her senses. “So it is true… You are quite a specimen, Fay.”

“Ah… Ah… I-I… W-What did you just…?” Fay could barely talk.

“Tell me Fay, who granted you the Primal Essence that lies inside your body?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Is that so…? And here I thought you were playing the innocent role by deceiving my dearest Valyxa…”

“Mistress…?”

“Silence! I’m speaking with Fay now.”

“Yes, Mistress…”

“I’ve made up my mind. Yes… You will serve me, Fay. I won’t allow you to become a succubus… but you will play a more suitable role.”

Fay’s anger suddenly burst with a built up confidence.

“I won’t ever work for the likes of you! Filthy demon!”

“Oh, my! Look… I don’t think you realize that you are not in a position to reject my offer.”

“I don’t care! Just let me go!”

Xenaryth grabbed Fay by the arms and lifted her in the air.

“Stubborn girl, you have no choice. You will do as I demand and if you play well your part… I don’t know… Maybe I’ll even reward you with my gift.” Xenaryth said after stretching out her long prehensile tongue and using it to lick Fay’s cheek.

The Mistress’s drool stuck on Fay’s skin, slowly getting under it, invading her soft pink surface and spreading her intoxicating juice on her system.

“Ahhh…” Fay let out a muffled moan. Her anger disappeared in a cloud of sweet remorse. “Damn you…”

“Don’t make things harder, darling. I’m trying to be magnanimous here. Not every person who dares to put its feet on this place receives the generous treatment I’m giving you.”

“And you call this… generous?”

Xenaryth dropped Fay onto the carpeted floor and turned her back. “Let me show you how generous I can be…” Said grinning. “Loreeth, come to me.”

The woman who was lying on the ground stood up by the Mistress command, she struggled to keep still as her legs trembled with every step she took. Her face was a poem of suffering and sexual denial.

“Now Fay, watch carefully. This is what people get when they please me gladly.”

Xenaryth took the woman called Loreeth between her arms, bringing her closer till she finally kissed her with her plump lips, savoring the sweet taste of her mouth, the pleasant feeling of their soft skin brushing into each other.

The Mistress pumped her tongue in, making its way into Loreeth’s throat. Fay saw how the woman’s neck swelled from the inside with Xenaryth’s thrust, her playful organ twitching and brushing inside Loreeth.

A long thick string of drool dripped from their mouths when Xenaryth moved away from the woman.

“Now Loreeth, are you ready to enter a world of lust? Do you wish to be reborn into the divine?” She caressed Loreeth’s cheeks with her taloned hands.

“I…I am, my Mistress, I want to please you forever…” The bewitched woman answered willingly.

“Then you shall receive my dark baptism.”

Xenaryth gave some space between her and Loreeth, her thick scaled tail danced vividly behind her, like it was awakening from a long slumber. The succubus moved her tail closer to Loreeth’s body, swaying around her belly.

“Let’s seal our covenant with the seed of the Mother!”

Xenaryth rested the pointy end of her tail over the woman’s navel, the black pearl on it shined, reflecting the light from the flames, when thin streams of a dark substance dropped from its center. Xenaryth moaned as the black liquid was secreted from her unique organ. The dark stream slipped into the woman’s navel and vanished under her skin just to reappear as a black stain which spread across the abdomen.

“Aaaaaaghhh…!” Loreeth screamed in ecstasy as the substance began to run through her body, dyeing her veins with a black hue as the corruption advanced to every limb. “This is… this is amazing…! Ahhh…!”

Her tanned skin gradually acquired a pale tone while the dark strings were about to reach Loreeth’s face. Her lips darkened, and her ears grew sideways by the moment her nails enlarged to become sharp talons on both her hands and feet.

Loreeth opened her mouth revealing a growing pair of fangs and a prehensile tongue that stuck out to reach the sky when the darkness reached for her eyes, turning her sclera into dark globes with bright red iris in their center.

The woman’s transformation was nearly over when her hair gained a new brighter tone of her already silver hue, waving around her body as she kept spasming with every burst of pleasure she enjoyed on her fall to darkness.

A pair of thin black horns finished yalova escort growing behind her ears when her skin had finally acquired an entirely new pigment, having turned into an olive green, as well as their nipples, tongue, and pussy, which were now a darker shade of that same color.

Loreeth’s yelling turned into a screech in the final moments of her arousing transformation, lowering her tone as she buckled onto the floor, drowning in her own cloud of ecstasy while her lower thighs bathed in the moist fluids of pleasure.

“I am… I feel… Oh, my lady… This is just wonderful…!”

Fay was able to see how the stain in the woman’s navel receded under her belly, giving shape to a strange symbol that looked like a black twisted heart filled with thorns and spines.

She noticed a similar symbol on Xenaryth’s abdomen but with the difference that hers was wider and even more twisted. Now that she was thinking, Fay may have seen that symbol before in Valyxa’s naked body and Edge’s depictions of the succubus corruption…

‘Is this what they call the Covenant Sigil…?’

“Now rise, my child. Rise as the newborn succubus that you are.”

Fay’s mind was a whirlwind of feelings. She knew she had to be horrified by the woman’s fall but on the other hand, watching Loreeth’s enjoyment of the transformation with all her will, her entire body twitching and convulsing with pleasure… just made her envious of the woman’s fate.

Fay wanted it… She wanted it so badly that she surprised herself with her own hands rubbing her clit, seeking for a bit of that sweet pleasure.

The Mistress laugh reverberated once more in the chamber. “You can’t even control yourself, huh, darling?”

“I…I…”

“What do you think of the succubus ascension? Beautiful, isn’t it? It’s the best kind of pleasure a woman can taste in this world… And only us succubi may provide such privileged experience.”

“Mistress…” It was the voice of the pleading woman who had just been turned. She was at her master’s feet, caressing her scaled legs. “I…I need to feed… so weak…”

Xenaryth looked at her with disgust.

“Oh, how utterly disappointing… A deviant. So do you want a meal?”

“Please, Mistress…”

“Then earn it yourself…” Xenaryth turned her eyes to the two women in front of her. “There you have two, pick your choice.” She giggled amusingly.

“But Mistress…”

“Go.”

Loreeth struggled on the floor, trying to get up, she couldn’t even rely on her knees. She crawled instead, descending the stairs one at a time as she tried to reach for Fay. Hunger was everything she had on her mind, her face reflecting that need, drooling herself as she licked her lips, savoring the moment.

Fay was so absorbed in her own attempt to reach for that moment of ecstasy that she didn’t notice Loreeth’s approach till she felt the warm touch of her green fingers.

“Nooooo!!” Fay screamed in terror. A burst of energy went across her body and exploded outward.

A light explosion engulfed Fay’s body, illuminating the room with its red glowing. Loreeth’s body lifted into the air with the force of ten men and dropped violently onto the floor.

“Eeaarrgh… Anh… Miss…tress… She’s too powerful… I can’t…” Loreeth begged to her master, trying to reach for the protection of her hooves.

“Hmpf, what a waste.” Xenaryth moved her leg away from the sick newborn succubus as she continued speaking. “You, however, are resulting more interesting than I thought, Fay. You can also awaken your power through rage or terror… That’s more demon-like than succubish…” She then turned to Valyxa. “Did she fucked with a demon already?”

“I don’t know…”

“You don’t know? Why do I have you in Lumnex for, tourism?”

“Maybe she had…”

“Just maybe?”

“She might feed on a demon warrior, Mistress…”

“That’s more likely.” She came back to Fay. “So despite your return to human you retained the powers you absorbed. Oh, my…”

Fay didn’t pay attention to the succubus words. She was focused contemplating her own hand, the source of the previous magic explosion that sent Loreeth sky high. It was red, black talons had usurped her previously well-done manicure, and now a red taint had spread over to her elbow.

“No! No! Please no!”

Xenaryth shook her head.

“Valyxa, if you please…”

The pink-haired woman grabbed a vial of orange fluid from her waist pouch and move toward Fay. Without asking, she opened her mouth and made the shocked Fay drink the whole content of it.

Fay felt the soothing effect taking over her body, calming her senses. The red taint on her hand began to disappear while her mind faded to black.

#

The red muscled demon threw the silver tray to the floor with a strong sway of his arm, scattering all the food and drink that Joyd had offered him with all his good intentions when he opened his eyes after a long slumber.

“You should take it easy after what you’ve been through, pal.”

“Fuck you, çorlu escort Joyd!”

“Hey! I’m just trying to help!” Joyd backed off when Shakron’s red fist swung from the right, trying to punch him with all his strength.

“Help?! You dare talk about help after your little trick almost killed me?!”

“Oh, come on… I was just testing a theory, and look! You even had some fun!”

“Damn thing almost sucked me dry!”

“Bus she didn’t, right? Isn’t she lovely?”

“I’m gonna kill you!”

Shakron leaned forward in an attempt to tackle the white robbed man just to end on the floor when his legs betrayed him.

He felt weak. A large part of his life force was sucked by that monster, and now he was suffering the effects of the succubus drain in his body.

“Try not to hurt yourself, buddy.”

Shakron sat up on the bed with difficulty.

“Your debt to me just got much higher, keep that in mind.”

“Actually…”

“What?”

“You might owe me one. Wondering who brought you home before any more harm was done to your precious body?”

“Do you really think that even count for something?”

“Pretty much. Especially after I saved you from another succubus.”

“Another one…?! What is happening? What kind of sick games are you playing at, Joyd?”

“I have nothing to do with it. It just happened. Thank you, by the way.”

Shakron buried his face in his hands.

“I have to inform about this. If succubi spread it can only get worse-“

“I’d rather prefer you wouldn’t. Panic will spread around Lumnex’s auryle society if they find out… It’s just been a sporadic phenomenon.”

“Are you asking me to shut my mouth about this?”

“I’m asking you to keep the heads of all of us over our shoulders. What do you think will happen when they realize you’ve been touched by a succubus?”

Joyd’s words sounded like a mere excuse, but Shakron understood what he was trying to say.

“A hunt?”

“You know how bloody they can get, they forgive no one. Whole Lumnex could burn.”

Shakron shook his head.

“Damn, you’re right.”

Joyd ignited his hands with golden sparkles as the auryl around them aligned in thin strings, giving shape to the spell he was casting. The drink and food spilled all over the floor lifted in the air and returned to the levitating tray as if they were driven by the wind.

Everything returned to its previous state, just before Shakron had ruined it with his rage.

“Trust me, it’s the best for all of us.”

Shakron didn’t entirely believe Joyd’s words but hell, he was too weak to complain.

“I suppose so…”

“Now take some rest. Let me handle the succubus.”

Joyd headed for the apartment’s door.

“Joyd.”

“Hmm…?”

“As soon as this is dealt with, I want you out of Lumnex.”

The white-robbed man sighed.

“Yeah, I figured… What a pity, this city is gorgeous.”

The door closed with a slam after Joyd’s departure.

“Damn you, damn this!”

#

“How rude of you to pass out in the middle of my demonstration, Fay.”

Xenaryth stood up before her, grabbing a feeble Loreeth by the arms.

“Such an ungrateful guest you are.”

Fay examined her hands, they looked like the used to be. She didn’t transform in the end, her fear was misplaced. The only threat she had now was… that succubus.

“Now Fay, you will see what happens to those who disappoint me.”

In a sudden motion, the hand of Xenaryth pierced through Loreeth’s chest, dark blood gushing from the open wound.

“Uaarggh… Aargh… B-But… w-why, Mistress?”

Fay stifled her scream between her hands.

“No one lets me down, sweetheart.”

Loreeth’s yelling drowned in a cloud of light when Xenaryth’s hand closed into a fist. The green body of the turned succubus exploded into golden sparkles curling around a spiral formation, accompanied by dark strings of corrupted auryl.

Xenaryth gathered all the essence around her hand, giving it the shape of a sphere that rippled with every move. She then took the sphere closer to her face and opened her mouth in an abnormal wideness.

Fay gasped when she saw the light disappearing inside the succubus mouth.

“Pure souls always taste better than corrupted ones, anyway…” Xenaryth licked her lips.

“W-Why did you do that…?”

“Oh, my dear, that silly woman didn’t prove worthy of my gift. I don’t have room for useless pricks.”

“Y-You are a monster!”

“Hah, hah, don’t make me laugh. I was merciful with her. I ended Loreeth’s misery before she would’ve turned a worthless parasite.”

“She was asking for help…”

“And that’s not the way of my children. You, however, are quite a defiant gal for the innocent look you portray. Hmm… the idea of turning you sounds so tempting… But I have a better use for you in mind.”

“Forget it.”

“Valyxa has told me that you are a librarian in that Red Quill place… You even hold the title of sorceress…”

‘How did Valyxa find out? Wait! My quill…’

Fay looked at the pink-haired woman.

“Did you pried into my stuff?”

Valyxa looked away.

“I thought you were-“

“What?! Your friend?” Xenaryth guffawed at Fay’s assumption. “Valyxa has a mission and knows exactly what her place is, my dear, as so you’ll learn.”

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Marissa Sings the Blues

Marissa’s Tales: Chapter 1

This and my other “Faeophobia” stories are based on the “Faeophobia” world created by xxxecil.

Mervandalyssa stood proudly in front of the old ’40s style microphone, filling the small club with the deep, resonating tones of her seemingly electric alto voice. She sang of love lost and of how no one made time for love in the hectic world she lived in. Meanwhile, her accompanying pianist, trumpet, and bass players belted forth melodies that melded perfectly with her full, high voice.

As it had time after time, the music seemed to come with little difficulty as the beautiful young lady’s band mates were too entranced by her singing and beauty to pay much attention to their playing. An imaginative person might have commented that it seemed as though the girl’s voice held some inherent magic that summoned the most appropriate and beautiful music to express the song’s deep moods and emotions.

And that person would have been right. Early in the 21st, the Celestial Conjunction had occurred: the astronomical/magical event which had re-opened the long forgotten and long-closed gateway to the land of the Fae. Magic had re-appeared on Earth along with numerous elves, pixies, satyrs, and other less numerous beings of human legend. The result was a unique and awkward mix of two entirely different ways of life.

Marissa, a condensed version of the girl’s long Fae name preferred by humans, really was imparting a kind of magic into her melodious and passionate tones. Marissa was an elf (mostly), one of the most numerous Fae races. Her inborn magic suffused her voice, which she viewed as her greatest asset, with enchanting power and beauty. However, her magical nature had also infused her body with magic.

That was the other reason humans were so entranced when she sang. Her low-cut dark blue cocktail dress tightly hugged all 5 foot and 3 inches of her inhumanly beautiful and perfectly full hourglass figure. It gave little-needed lift to her huge, proud breasts, and called attention to the deep rift of cleavage between her exquisite orbs. The slinky, satin dress reached down all the way to her ankles and past her pierced gebze escort navel, but not before reaching the two dangerously wide slits which began on each side of her upper thighs and exposed her toned, shapely legs. Coupled with the dress were the elbow-length fingertip-less black silk gloves that she often wore over her arms. The dress’s material shimmered and really set off her wavy, voluminous hair beautifully, an incomprehensible mix of golden blonde and deep red that reached the middle of her back. Marissa’s pale, vulpine face and large, almond-shaped, grey eyes were crowned by her elongated, pointed ears, with five small rings spanning the length of each. Below her unearthly face, her unfettered, thimble-sized nipples crowned her delectable chest and were noticeable through the dress as they hardened (a frequent occurrence).

Marissa never bothered with the human invention called a brassiere. Despite this, a human friend who worked at a lingerie store once estimated her heavy, gravity-defying bust at a 34F…whatever that meant. Like most Fae, she felt too restricted by and had no need for a bra. She wore thong panties only because they seemed to come in such pretty and varied designs and colors, as well as the fact that she enjoyed the way a thong fit snugly between her perfectly voluptuous ass cheeks.

As Marissa sang, so filled with passion for her music, she was filled with another sort of passion. As usual she was horny from sharing her innermost feelings via song to the clientele of the club. She simply loved opening herself up to deliver her entrancing message, and was greatly tempted to open her sopping twat to them too.

It wasn’t that she was a slut…well, OK, she was a slut…sort of, but so were all of the Fae. In their world of dreams and unfettered imagination, no one had ever bothered to fetter their sexual drives either, which would have been difficult considering how amazingly attractive all Fae were. Their world was dying as humans ceased to believe in the power of dreams and magic. This slow, subtle death had helped the Fae races evolve into extremely sexual creatures, both mentally and physically, towards the noble end of re-populating the fairy races enough to counter the gradual gümüşhane escort de-population of their own world.

Many races, however, were doomed too early for the migration to Earth to save them. For example, most elves weren’t quite as curvaceous as Marissa, and many had slightly smaller waists along with greater height. Marissa however, was one-eighth dwarven. Dwarves were a short, stout folk with a strong connection to the earth, which they constructed their homes inside of. They were nearly extinct, their innate, mystical tie to the dying Fae lands precipitating their doom even faster than other Fae. Marissa was aware of her mixed lineage, but was proud of the more level-headed and goal-oriented mentality that she had inherited from her dwarven ancestors….well, that and her big, sensitive tits anyway.

As Marissa sang she often became obliviously enraptured as she lost herself in song and the lusty looks her male (and a few female) patrons gave her. As her pussy drooled its sweet nectar, her sensitive nipples rubbed against her silky dress, and her exquisitely formed throat and mouth poured forth wave after wave of sonic bliss, it was difficult for her not to imagine an encore performance of a more visceral and erotic nature. As she contemplated this, her full hips swayed to the music and her large, firm breasts bobbed enticingly. At the same time, one hand tipped with long black nails accented with glittering blue was gripping the old style stand-up mike, as she absent-mindedly ran her clenched fist up and down the shaft just beneath the microphone itself. Her other hand roamed one side of her perfectly indented waist, sometimes just brushing the bottom of her achingly sensitive, luscious mounds.

A million images ran through her head as her body responded to her Fae lust, even as her mind attempted to deny it. Images of long, thick cocks plunging between the delicate folds of her warm, wet pussy; between the pouting, naturally cinnamon brown lips of her soft, skillful mouth; and between her delicious, firm tits as she eagerly massaged their rock hard man-meat until they delivered their precious gooey cargo wherever she felt she needed it that night.

But unlike many Fae, Marissa had izmir escort enough willpower not to end up getting gangbanged by the club’s clientele immediately following her performance. As it ended, her last note seemed to hang in the air…and the patrons slowly woke up from Marissa’s magical song. Though the effects of her singing were over, her incredible body was still enticing the many males who often attended her performances; the men were so torn with desire that a few were considering assaulting the poor elven girl, though she probably would have been happy to accommodate them and hence obviate the need for force to be used.

Marissa looked at the crowd lovingly and thanked them for their time and their tips. As she was showered with compliments about her voice and her beauty, she timidly received them as she self-consciously clasped and twisted her hands together in front of her, which only served to force her inhumanly ripe breasts to be pushed together and bulge obscenely between the nearly touching elbows of her pale arms.

With great reluctance, Marissa left the stage and moved through the crowd of admirers, somehow fending them off with innumerable cooing thanks, even as she tried hard not to react to the many not-so-discreet touches and grabs her thick, curvy ass and generous, supple tits received as she walked by.

As she drove home, she barely managed to stay on the road as she alternated between stimulating her aching nipples and her engorged and needy clit. At one point, she was in such a fervor that she took her eyes off the road just long enough to lather her right nipple with saliva via her attenuate tongue which proudly housed a doorknocker tongue piercing.

The dwarves had been great craftsmen and had forged most of the rings, studs, etc. that the Fae had long pierced their erogenous zones with. This ancient practice served to increase one’s sensitivity, pleasure, and sex appeal. Because of this, numerous Fae were overjoyed to see that this practice had recently re-appeared in many human cultures when they arrived.

Finally orgasming, Marissa was soon home, where she immediately stripped to down to her ever-comfortable nude form (except for her black silk gloves, of course). She was walking from her apartment’s kitchen to her living room when she heard something or someone in her bedroom. Terrified, but determined to investigate, she pulled her great-grandfather’s dwarven axe from above the TV and crept toward her bedroom, ready to defend her home and her body from any intruder…

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[Note: This Science Fiction story is an intense character study with occasional sex scenes.]

The Academy

It was a hot, sunny day in late July when Michael Tiberius Taylor arrived at the Academy in Pensacola, Florida. Pensacola had been the original base of operations for the American Survey Service before it had expanded operations at Kiawah Island in South Carolina and merged with the Australian Survey Service based at Auburn Field, in Perth, Australia. The United States territorial government had turned over an abandoned naval air base for the Survey Service to use in Pensacola. Originally the base was to have been located on a stretch of empty coastline twenty miles south of San Francisco, but environmentalists protested that the life style of a rare breed of omnisexual dung beetle would be disrupted if the base was built there, and so the Survey Service chose Pensacola, finding it a more accommodating locale.

Taylor checked in and was assigned a dormitory room. He was also assigned his cadet uniform, which was as white as an egg. This contrasted with the black, blue, and silver uniforms of Survey Service officers. He would spend three years earning his colors, as would the other cadets. At least, the ones who made it.

But still, Taylor felt some satisfaction as he looked at himself in his new uniform in the mirror. He had come this far. He had beaten all the odds. He would make it.

The Survey Service was notorious for getting large numbers of cadets to quit the Academy of their own accord. Technically, any cadet could be dropped from the Academy for any reason, but the Survey Service much preferred for cadets to quit on their own. The precise term was known as “RFD”, or “Request for Dismissal”. Approximately 70% of cadets RFD’d in the first year. Taylor resolved not to be one of those.

There was a get-to-know-you session for the new cadets in the mess hall. Taylor met some of his fellow cadets there. They all had very diverse backgrounds.

There was Joanna Martin, an Aussie, the niece of the largest film producer in the world, Elias Martin. She had a charming accent, and a lot of spirit. “It’s good to have at least a few of us hear to teach yew yanks how to do things propar,” she said.

“You’re going to teach us?” said another cadet named John Cambell, a big blonde man who looked like a supermodel.

“Of coarse! Remembar that it was Australia which started the Survey Service in the furst place,” said Joanna.

“But the American Survey Service was much bigger,” said Cambell

“Size doesn’t mattar mistar, if you get there furst,” said Joanna, grinning.

The other cadets were also interesting. Taylor met a tall dark haired man named Bill Kenilworth. Both of Bill’s parents were Survey Service officers, so naturally they expected him to be as well. But Bill just wanted to become a painter.

“A painter? Then what are you doing here?” Taylor asked.

“Just waiting to flunk out,” said Bill cheerfully.

It never occurred to Taylor that someone would come to the Academy with the ambition to fail.

Another cadet was Ernie Maslarov, a self declared “genius”, who was also in the program for unusual reasons. He had no particular interest in becoming a Survey Service officer; he just wanted to write a book about the experience.

Taylor got something to eat. Joanna Martin, the Aussie girl, sat down next to him. She had brown hair and a nice smile. “Have you met the othars yet?”

“No,” said Taylor.

“Let me point out some of the moar… colorful ones to yew,” said Joanna. “Over there is Mohammida Najjar. She’s a follower of Laquinta, the God ‘o Blood.”

Taylor looked confused. “A follower of the God of Blood is joining the Survey Service?”

“I know, boggles the mind, don’t it?” she grinned at him as she took a bite out of a pear. “Mohammida says she’s a follower of reform Laqunitaism.”

“Reform Laquintaism? I’ve never heard of that.”

“Neither had I,” said Joanna. “You know all that stuff in the Book ‘o Blood ’bout beating your wimmen, and making them cover up in black sheets and stay at home cooking oll day and oll that?”

“Yes,” said Taylor.

“Well, Mohammida says the Book O Blood had a few tiny transcription errors in it, and doesn’t really mean that. She thinks the Book O Blood wants wimmen to be equal to men.”

Taylor shuddered. “If she said those things on Ramada-“

“She’s be skinned alive. Which is why she’s hear.”

Taylor looked at the unassuming brown skinned woman. A female follower of Laquinta, being out on her own like this? It was totally unheard of.

Joanna, her mouth full of food, kept talking. “And over there are the Ming’s. One’s Ming Wa Ching, and the othar’s Ming Wa Chang. Can you tell them apart?”

Taylor looked over at the next table. There were two tall Chinese men sitting there, talking avidly to each other rapidfire in Chinese. “No.”

“Don’t feel bad, you aren’t a racist. trabzon escort They’re identical twins.”

“Twins, not just twins, but identical twins, both let into the Academy?” Mike tried to wrap his head around the concept.

“Yeah. Well, makes a bit of sense, don’t it? If one’s qualified, the other’s got to be too, right?” Joanna continued. “And over there is Natasha the spy.”

Taylor saw a dark haired woman avidly talking to several other cadets. “A spy?”

“Natasha is from Russia. The word is she’s a spy for the Russian Federation. The Russians have their own space program, remembar? The word is she’s the eyes and ears of the Kremlin.”

Taylor looked over at the dark haired beauty. True, it was unusual to hear of Russians applying for the Survey Service… but that didn’t necessarily mean she was a spy.

“We have some tyme now. I was thinking of going to see the Ganymede. Would you lyke to check it out?” Joanna asked.

“Sure,” said Taylor. “Let me just bus my tray.” He took his tray to the return area. As he dropped it off, he almost bumped into-

“Allyson,” said Taylor, feeling his pulse race.

“Michael,” she said, putting a hand on his. “So nice to see you. You’re looking… fit… in that white uniform.”

“So are you,” said Taylor. Truthfully, Allyson Harshbarger filled out her uniform quite well.

“So, we made it. We’re here,” said Allyson cheerfully.

“Yeah,” said Taylor quietly.

“Listen. Mike.” She squeezed his hand. “I realize we have some history together. But the past is the past. If I can put it aside, can’t you?”

“This was the woman who put a holovid of you having sex on the school message board. This is the woman who most probably leaked your diary to everyone. At every chance she’s gotten, she’s tried to destroy you,” said Anger. Behind him, Want Revenge nodded grimly.

“But we’re at the Academy now. Things are different,” said Restraint.

“He’s right,” said Ambition. “If we want to do well at the Academy, we can’t hold on to grudges.”

“Can’t we just murder her when no one is looking, and dump the body somewhere?” Want Revenge asked.

“No,” said Ambition firmly.

“How about a little flesh wound, maybe by accident, out at the shooting range? Who could object to that?” Want Revenge asked.

“No,” said Ambition firmly. “I’m telling you, if we go after Allyson, we’ll just be destroying ourselves. We don’t have to be her friend. We just have to avoid hostilities.”

“Sure, Allyson,” said Mike calmly, pulling his hand away. He found himself breathing heavily as he returned to Joanna.

“Ready?” Joanna asked with a smile. “Let’s goah!”

********

On the landing field there was a Survey Service destroyer, a cruiser, a battle cruiser, and a merchant ship. But the only one they had access to didn’t fly; it was the very first Survey Service ship, the first ship to use the Varonkov FTL drive. The Ganymede had jumped for Alpha Centauri and, miraculously, had come back in one piece.

“Amazing,” said Joanna, as they toured the antiquated bridge. “To think they flew in this thing. Look at all the push buttons. I’ve read that their computers were as big as my hand!”

“Did you see the cracks on the outside of the ship?” Taylor asked. “I heard that they developed on reentry. It’s amazing they got back at all.”

“It was inevitable,” said a new voice.

Taylor turned to see a dark haired woman in a cadet’s uniform. “Inevitable?” he said.

“The romanticized urge to travel inside of metallic canisters has long captured the human imagination.”

“What?” said Taylor.

“Mike, meet Sophie Astor. Sophie, this is Mike Taylor. Sophie is a Passive Observer,” said Joanna, giving Taylor a knowing look.

“Passive Observer?”

“You are very skilled at repeating words, Cadet Taylor,” said Sophie, walking forward until she was face to face with Taylor. Sophie could have been beautiful, if she ever smiled. She had long dark hair. Her breasts were small but stuck out somehow on her small frame. But she had a very serious look on her face which drained all the beauty from her.

“What is a Passive Observer?” Mike asked.

Joanna cleared her throat. “A Passive Observer is-“

“You could answer the question, Joanna, or a person who is an actual Passive Observer could,” said Sophie Astor. “Who do you think would give Cadet Taylor a more comprehensive answer?”

“By all means,” said Joanna, sucking in her lips.

Sophie looked Mike squarely in the eye, and for some reason he found himself getting excited. “A Passive Observer is someone who observes every aspect of reality. Sight. Touch. Taste. Smell. Hearing. A Passive Observer analyzes all stimuli objectively. Dispassionately.”

She looked at Taylor for a long moment, as if searching him with her eyes, as if expecting a response, as if she were testing him.

“It… it sounds like fun,” said Taylor, not sure what else to say.

Sophie raised an tunceli escort eyebrow, snorted, and turned on her heel and walked off the bridge.

“What an odd person,” said Taylor.

“She lykes yew,” Joanna said.

“How can you possibly conclude that?” Taylor asked.

“When she stood five inches from yew, and looked at yew really close… I could tell.”

They left the Ganymede and wandered over to the Astor memorial, where they found Sophie Astor and another cadet, a young woman Taylor hadn’t met yet.

They stood beneath a holographic statue of Roland Astor, one of the greatest Captains in Survey Service history. Mike read the description on the holographic plaque.

“Captain Roland Astor, hero of the Second and Third Ramadhan wars. In the battle of the Trinary Stars, fourteen Survey Service Ships fought off twenty three Ramadhan warships. There were intense causalities on both sides. After Admiral Bennett was killed, Captain Astor took command of the fleet and destroyed the bulk of the Ramadhan fleet. At one point, Captain Astor’s ship was boarded, and he and his crew engaged in intense hand to hand combat with Ramadhan Jihadis. Captain Astor then went on to Ramada, and rescued our embassy staff who were being held hostage, and negotiated the Peace Treaty of Nantes, which ended the Third Ramadhan War. Two years after the war ended, he was assassinated while on a goodwill tour of Ramada by a suicide bomber whose last words were “There is no God but Laquinta”.

“What a way to die,” said Joanna. “He won the war, and then died in the peace.”

“He was a colonialist,” said Allyson Harshbarger, who had appeared while Taylor was reading the plaque. “Astor was no hero. He paved the way for generations of mistrust with the peace loving people of Ramada.”

“Peace loving? That will be news to them, I’m shore,” said Joanna Martin.

Allyson smirked and walked off.

Taylor turned to Sophie. “Sophie, you said your last name is Astor, isn’t it?”

“Your memory is impeccable, Cadet Taylor. Each time we interact, you impress me more and more,” said Sophie.

“Are you related to Captain Roland Astor?” Taylor asked.

Sophie turned and looked at the holographic statue, and then back to him. “Captain Astor was my father,” she said quietly.

Taylor’s jaw dropped. Then his eyes narrowed. “Wait a minute. He died nearly forty years ago. That would make-“

“My statement a lie, correct,” said Sophie.

“Why?” Taylor asked.

“I wished to see what you would believe,” she said. She turned on her heel and walked away.

“I told yew she lyked you,” said Joanna, grinning.

“Actually, he didn’t die forty years ago,” said another cadet. “More like thirty four.”

“Thirty four,” said Taylor, turning to face this new speaker. She was a slender woman, Chinese, perhaps. No not quite Chinese. Part Chinese and part White maybe. She had the best features of both races–long, silky black hair, big, expressive eyes, a narrow nose, beautiful red lips, high cheekbones, and modest breasts that nevertheless ended up looking large and pointed on her small frame. “And how do you know that?” he asked.

“I try to know things,” She said. “For example, I know your name is Michael Taylor.”

“How do you know that?” Taylor asked.

“I heard some of the others talking about you. You’re the Moon Hero, aren’t you?”

“The Moon Hero? From the news, a few months ago?” said Joanna. Her face looked puzzled, then cleared. “Is that yew, Mike?”

“I, uh….”

“It is you,” said Joanna. “Cherry, yew know everything, don’t yew?”

“Cherry?” said Mike, confused.

“Cherry Oteri,” said the half Chinese woman, smiling as she extended her hand. Mike shook it.

“Mike is very handsome,” said Cherry’s Attraction.

“Mike thinks you’re very pretty too,” said Taylor’s Attraction. They were both conversing on the mutual Attraction plane.

“Is Mike single?” Cherry’s Attraction asked.

“Yes, but….”

“But what?” Cherry’s Attraction asked.

“He’s had a difficult time with women. Don’t expect a lot of bold action from him in the romance department.”

“A shy guy?”

“Do you like shy guys?” Taylor’s Attraction asked.

“Maybe….”

Suddenly, another crossbrain connection blossomed, this time on a different plane.

“Mike’s worked really hard to get into the Academy,” said Mike’s Ambition. “His parents were against it, and he really struggled in school.”

“Really? Same here!” said Cherry’s Ambition. “My parents are both civil servants for the World Government. They thought I was crazy for applying for the Academy. I fought them for years. At school, I was sort of the outcast. Everyone always called me ‘Math Head’ And ‘Survey Service Slut’. “

“In Mike’s school they called him ‘Captain Taylor’ and ‘Space Cadet’,” said Mike’s Ambition.

“It sounds like we went through a lot of the same thing,” said Cherry’s Ambition. She put a finger in her mouth. “And uşak escort he’s really cute. At least, that’s what my Lust is telling me.”

“Have we met, somewhere before?” Cherry asked, as Taylor released her dainty hand.

“Met? I… I don’t think so. Why?”

“You just feel… I don’t know… a little… familiar to me,” said Cherry. “Or maybe it’s just… that we have things in common.”

Taylor had no idea what she was saying, but her smile was infectious. Taylor found himself smiling back and hoping it was true. “Maybe.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you… Captain Taylor,” she said. And then she turned and waggled her hips as she walked away.

Joanna turned to Taylor. “Boy, Mike, you’re really attracting oll the flies today, aren’t yew? What kind of sugar have yew got in yer pocket thare?”

********

Taylor was popular. As word spread that he was the Moon hero, he saw cadets looking at him with new respect. He started to make friends: Joanna, Cherry Oteri, a beautiful redhead named Andrea Farber, and even the alleged Russian spy, Natasha Romanov.

And then Allyson Harshbarger spread the poison around.

Taylor saw her at lunch one day, sitting with Cherry Oteri, Joanna, and a few other cadets. Allyson had an evil smile on her face. She saw Allyson smirking and giggling with the other girls, and he felt their eyes on him. What was she saying to them?

********

“You went to High School with the Moon hero, didn’t you?” Andrea Farber, the redheaded beauty, asked her.

Allyson smiled and nodded.

“Do tell!” said Andrea. “He’s cute! Is he single?”

“He is,” said Allyson. “But that’s part of the problem.”

“Don’t do this!” Doing What’s Right implored.

Allyson’s Doing What’s Right was always a thin, reedy voice in her head.

“He’s competition. We have to get rid of the competition,” said Ego. “Seventy Percent of students are dropped from the program. The less competition we have, the better.”

“But we’ve already been so mean to him,” said Doing What’s Right. “And there are so many others we are also in competition with. Why Mike?”

“Because we can,” said Ego. “He’s too much of a threat. He’s too competent, too capable. When you measure the both of us together, side by side, I look bad. He has to go.”

“No-“

“Shut up.”

“Mike has a problem?” Andrea asked quizzically.

Allyson looked around at the other faces. They were all hanging on her every word. She could say whatever she wanted. At that moment, she felt like she had enormous power over reality.

“Mike… is a sweet boy, but kind of confused,” said Allyson. “He doesn’t have much confidence with girls. He was so desperate for a girlfriend that he went up to a hundred girls, one after another, and told each one that they were beautiful until he found someone who would go out with him.”

“Oh,” said Andrea. They all turned to look at Mike while Allyson talked. But their gaze, which had been adoring, was now something else. Something filled with pity.

“Mike dated anyone he could find. For a while he was so desperate that he dated a lesbian who wasn’t even attracted to him,” said Allyson.

“Really?” said Joanna Martin, looking startled. “You’re joking, right?”

“No,” said Allyson, shaking her head. “And then… and then….” She clearly had trouble speaking. “I really shouldn’t say this.”

“Then don’t,” said Cherry Oteri, glaring at her.

“I suppose I shouldn’t,” said Allyson, desperate for someone to prompt her to continue. She wanted to appear as reluctant as possible to reveal the biggest bombshell of all.

“What is it?” another cadet named Paula Kenobi asked.

“Well, since you forced it out of me…. When Mike was finally… intimate with a woman, he was so obsessed with the experience that he… recorded it. And then he posted it online.”

“No,” said Joanna. “He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.”

“He did,” said Allyson. Looking at all the shocked female faces around her, she had to resist a smile. She knew that within minutes every cadet in the Academy would know. She relished her power. “But… please don’t think any less of him for it! He’s a little confused when it comes to girls, but otherwise, he’s a fine person! He’s really gentle and sweet and kind-“

“Sounds like a pervert to me,” said Paula Kenobi. Other girls were nodding in agreement.

Cherry Oteri stared at Allyson, deep in contemplation.

There was a virtual room, deep inside of Cherry’s head. It featured a giant eye, focused on an illuminated platform. In the platform was a holographic image of Michael Taylor. Around the platform were artists, busy painting way on easels.

“He sounds like a pervert,” said Perception 1.

“Really?” said Perception 2.

“Just look,” said Perception 1. She walked under the giant eye to some of the artists, busy drawing on the easels. One painted an image of Mike looking like a madman. Another painted one of him nude, with a giant erection, looking outraged.

“And what about this bitch?” Perception 2 asked. Suddenly the holographic image on the platform switched to Allyson Harshbarger’s smug face. The artists started to scribble furiously. The words “Liar”, “Cheat” and “Backstabber” appeared on artists’ easels in big block letters.

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Cindy stood in the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. She stood there, staring at her naked body, her large breasts and her long dark hair, wondering what this night called for.

Nights like this one had become ritual. They always started with Cindy looking at her naked body in the mirror. Sometimes in the bathroom, sometimes in her own room, or even sometimes she just lie in bed naked, thinking about what to wear. Cindy now lived for the night. By day she played around in her apartment, and by night she was hitting the town with the intention of bringing home some gorgeous guy or girl.

Cindy was stumped. She had drained all of her good ideas over the last few weeks and was running out of creative ideas. She stopped looking at her body, and looked down at the bright pink invitation she had received that was sitting on the bathroom counter.

Just three days ago, Cindy got a strange invitation in the mail to attend The Roaring Phoenix; a nightclub that led the way in elite invitation and enticing bodies. Cindy had heard of it, but she had never gone, mainly because she wasn’t invited nor had the abilities to sneak inside. Besides, this invitation could really be one of two things; either someone actually had seen her at another club and wanted her to be sure to attend, or it was just another elaborate kinky plot by her friend Hannah. It had been over a month since Hannah had brought her to her house, and that was the last time she saw her. Regardless of the facts behind the invitations, Cindy was going.

At the bottom of the invitation, in personal handwriting, it said “stand out so I can find you”. Cindy had read it before, but now that she was getting ready to go, this was her inspiration. She wanted to stand out in a big way and that reminded her of the months she had stayed with Hannah at her mansion. More importantly, she thought of Erica. Erica, who’s body was impossibly perfect, who’s curves could never be achieved by any girl, who’s breasts might have weighed more then her entire body. It was Erica that who had grabbed hold of Cindy’s attention in an instant the moment she arrived at Hannah’s mansion. It was that effect that Cindy wanted to have when she visited The Roaring Phoenix. She wanted not just the sender of this invitation to notice her, but everyone in the club.

Cindy looked back into the mirror, stood up straight, and glared at her own large breasts. It was time to stop thinking and start acting. It was time to get serious. It was time to get ready for her legendary night on the town. She placed her hands on her hips as she looked down at her large breasts; breasts that were already gorgeous D-cups, and concentrated her thoughts.

“Bigger.” she thought. She continued to think that simple word as he looked at her bare breasts in the mirror. There was no change and her wishes went unanswered.

“Bigger.” she said allowed. She closed her eyes and imagined her breasts being as big as Erica’s. She thought of Erica. She longed for Erica’s body.

She opened her eyes and watch as slowly, like two large inflating balloons, her breasts started to grow larger. As her magic and her thoughts changed her body to what she wanted, she continued to concentrate on her breasts, enhancing her figure to impossible limits. When her breasts seemed to sag a little as they grew, she placed her own hands over her breasts. She could feel her magic flow from her hands to shape herself perfectly. Her thoughts ceased and her breasts stopped growing. She soon realized the problem of having such a body as the weight of her breasts seemed a bit too much. She closed her eyes and focused on her back muscles and her shoulders. She could feel her muscles quickly becoming stronger as her thoughts surfaced.

She then looked down at her waist, which was already quite small, and thought of it being even smaller. She thought of it being too small. She still didn’t know how her body or her organs could handle such drastic changes, but then again she didn’t understand how she could turn into water or walk through walls or grow angel wings and fly to new worlds. As her magic commanded, her waist trimmed down even further, giving her a body that no one else could achieve. As she finished creating her new body, she gazed at herself in the mirror. She had modified her body slightly before, but never like this. Never to this extreme. It was an hour-glass figure that could only be achieved through magic. Her breasts were almost unmeasurable. No bra would fit them. No dress could match her figure. This was to be expected, as Cindy planned on making the clothes for her body on her own.

Cindy looked down at the invitation again. The pink invitation. Cindy looked back into the mirror again, and thought pink. She thought of something tight, pink, and sparkly. She thought of something almost too tight for her tiny body and her huge breasts. She thought of something short, a nice short pink dress. She watched as her stomach seemed urfa escort to glow white. She watched as white glowing straps appeared dangling over her shoulders. As the glow faded, she saw that exactly what she had envisioned on wear that night slowly appeared on her body. This tiny pink dress was all she planned on wearing that night, no panties, no bra, just that tiny pink dress. If anyone managed to get a glimpse of her pussy or her nipples, then they were lucky and deserved that as a reward.

Ready for the event, Cindy gazed at herself. She rubbed her hands down her breasts, her new huge breasts, and moaned at her own touch. She looked at herself in the mirror, and watched as her hands lifted her breasts together, pushing them to form massive cleavage. The sight of her own new body reminded her of Erica’s. The thought of Erica’s breasts and body was only making her horny as her hands roamed down her tiny waist. She lifted up her dress so she could look at her own tiny shaven pussy. She couldn’t help but roam her hand over her clit, and she moaned as she rubbed herself with her fingertips.

It was then that she knew she had reached the point of no going back. She had to cum. There was nothing wrong with a little personal pleasure before her trip. She let herself fall backwards against the wall of the bathroom, and eased her fingers up her pussy. With her free hand, she pulled the strap over her shoulder, allowing her new epic breast to fall out. She cupped her breast with her hand a squeezed and pinched while she fingered her pussy. Even thought she was getting hot, she knew her hand was not enough. She took her hand from her breasts and held her hand in front of her as if she was holding something. Sure enough, as her thoughts emerged, she created a small pink dildo. But to her surprise, the dildo was not in her hand, but instead it was floating a few inches above it.

Somehow, Cindy’s telekinesis had kicked in.

Cindy was shocked, and lowed her hand leaving the dildo floating in front of her. Telekinesis, which Hannah and all the other girls she had met possessed, was something Cindy struggled with. Hannah had lifted Cindy into the air various times without even a gesture or a second look, and she had claimed that she could move much larger objects with her mind. Cindy had used this magic once before while she was fucking Hannah with a strap on, but she couldn’t ever get it to work since. She had tried to perfect this ability every day since she taught herself how to walk through solid objects, but it had never worked. Hannah had mentioned before that you never know what conditions will cause new powers to surface, and now that Cindy was exceptionally horny, it was working. She knew she was in control of the dildo as wherever she looked; left, right, up down, the dildo moved with her eyes. She slowly took her other hand from her wet pussy, and concentrated on the dildo in front of her.

“Fuck me.” she commanded. She held her dress up for the dildo, revealing her pussy, and she looked down as if to show the dildo where to go. The dildo continued to follow her eyes, and floated down around her pussy. “Fuck me hard!” she yelled out at the dildo, and the dildo flew up inside her pussy, easily sinking into her. She expected the sensation, but didn’t expect one quite like this.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed, and she fell over onto the floor, landing on all fours. The dildo remained inside her pussy, easing in and out of her as Cindy thought it. As she spread her legs wide, all she could think about was the dildo moving in and out, faster and faster. The dildo did as her thoughts commanded and moved faster and faster, fucking her from behind. Cindy’s telekinesis wasn’t just working, it was working almost too good as the dildo slammed harder and harder into her the more she wanted to be fucked. It seemed enchanted, motivated by not only her thoughts and her commands, but her deep sexual desires.

Cindy looked up at her bathroom counter, and noticed that all of her now obsolete make up and bathroom items where now floating in the air as well. She needed to control her magic, but was having a difficult time as it seemed to be at a very powerful state for the time being. She had witnessed several times during sex with other magic girls where they too would lose control of their magic; fading in and out of a visible state, falling through objects, or even exploding into dust when the feeling was too good to even hold a solid state of being.

Knowing her power was growing to new levels, she felt naughty. She felt like she could do anything. Her mind wandered toward kinky thoughts, dirty thoughts. She had never done any kind of anal sex with anyone, and wondered if she should experiment. She wondered what it would feel like to have the dildo move from her pussy and go inside her ass. Her thoughts were enough, and the dildo stopped fucking her pussy, slid up, and slowly slid inside her ass as sivas escort it was soaked in her pussy juices.

“Holy fuck!” She screamed in surprise, and her hands gave out and she fell on her stomach. The dildo didn’t stop, and climbed deeper inside her ass, fucking her in new ways. It hurt her, but as she lay on her stomach she couldn’t stop thinking about how naughty she felt: she was using her magic to fuck herself in the ass. She moved the dildo in and out of her ass slowly with her thoughts, and she slowly picked herself back up on all fours. She now smiled as the sensation and the pain seemed to pass. She reached between her legs with her hand, and rubbed her clit as she continued to move the dildo inside her.

“Oh god. Fuck. Fuck me! Harder!” She screamed out to whoever would listen as the combination of her own had and her magic pushed her towards the edge. She pounded herself in the ass with the dildo using her telekinesis while she rubbed her clit furiously, almost begging to make herself cum. Bottles of shampoo and soap that were currently floating in the air exploded as Cindy’s telekinetic powers crushed them. The mirror she once looked into cracked.

“Yes! More! I’m cumming!” She moaned, and she came with a amazing orgasm. As she came, the dildo fell out of her ass, and her body fell limp to the floor. As she hit the floor, her body exploded into a wave of water, splashing onto the tile floor. All that was left was a wet pink dress, a dildo, and a large puddle of water soaking the bathroom floor. It was in that puddle of water that Cindy was smiling a big smile and relaxing as she had just made herself cum with amazing results. She had no intention of bringing her body back together, back to its solid form. She was lost in at literal sea of bliss.

Cindy had recently learned how to turn herself into anything, big or small. She hadn’t played with this magic as much as Hannah probably would have liked her to. She had tried turning into objects like furniture and clothing. But didn’t find those things very exciting and had yet to discover the true benefits of such a powerful magic. Without another magical being to play with, that ability seemed fairly unless to Cindy considering she always had to keep her powers a secret from the world. But there was one new thing that Cindy liked to turn into that she didn’t think any other magic girl did, and she used this ability to travel around the city unnoticed by normal people. It was how she planned on traveling tonight.

The water that now covered the floor of the bathroom seemed to swirl in the middle as Cindy pulled herself back together. It rose up in the middle and slowly began to form into gorgeous nude body woman. Every drop of water that was once covered the floor was now a part of this woman’s figure who stood in the middle of the bathroom, still completely made of water. In an instant that water changed to fine pink skin, and Cindy was now back to her normal self. She gazed at nude figure in the mirror once more, complete with the unfathomable size of her new breasts and tiny waist. Cindy then looked down at the now dry pink dress that was still on the floor and the used dildo. She smirked a wicked smile and left the dress on the floor as she turned back to the mirror.

Knowing that she was momentarily sexually satisfied and ready to leave, she stepped closer towards the destroyed mirror. She looked down at the sink before her as her lower torso slipped through the solid countertop. She smiled a she was part way through the solid sink, and then she continued to walk towards the mirror. Her nude figure passed through the sink and she was face to face with her self in the mirror. Suddenly she merged with the mirror, passing through her reflection completely. In a split second, Cindy was no longer in the bathroom.

Cindy’s beyond perfect nude body popped out from the wall of her dining room as she stepped from the wall. She loved using her new magical ability to pass through solid objects. She used it often around her apartment and soon understood why never bothered to create doorways in her own house. The only thing that the walls now blocked for Cindy was her sight, but maybe someday that wouldn’t matter either.

She walked through her kitchen, right through the island countertop, and towards the sliding glass door that lead to her balcony. Despite the fact that she had already locked her apartment completely in preparation for the night, she again allowed her nude body to pass right through the door as if it wasn’t there at all. As her body made contact with the cold night air, she shivered slightly. She stood out on her balcony, with the moonlight casting beams on her amazing curves. The slight downside of Cindy’s new favorite way to travel meant that she had to travel naked. She couldn’t take anything with her. No clothes. No invitation. Nothing. She had to leave naked and arrive naked.

Cindy closed her eyes and tekirdağ escort prepared for her transformation. She closed her eyes, and imagined being as light as air. Her toes quickly lifted off of her balcony, and she found herself floating ever so softly into the sky. This was not a new sensation for her, and it was not in her intention to simply fly to where she was going. She still lacked a simple way to become invisible, but had found a way to work around it. She thought about being one with the air around her. She thought about dissolving. She thought about disintegrating. She thought about becoming like the wind that brushed against her weightless nude form. After focusing her magic, her body lost its structure and seemed to slowly implode into white dust. The white dust became clearer and clearer, thinner and thinner.

Cindy had vanished.

Cindy was now nothing but air.

Cindy could still see everything around her, below her, and above her. She had absolutely no form what-so-ever, but because of her magic, she retained all of her senses. It was a tricky way that she could become invisible, but it wasn’t perfect as she did have to sacrifice her human form. Yet in this for she couldn’t feel anything but warmth and relaxation. She could move quickly up into the clouds of the night sky, or down underneath the cars as they zoomed along the streets below. She could blow like the wind through air ducts of buildings, or pass through the leaves of the trees that decorated the streets.

But for now, Cindy zoomed up high above the city. She pulled all the tiny molecules of her altered state slightly together, allowing her upper body to return to its normal state. As her face, hair, and breasts returned to their human form briefly, she could feel the cool winds of the night sky against her. She smiled and allowed the wisps of glowing air to radiate from her. She felt like she was everywhere at once and enjoyed this new state of being, but she needed to remember the task at hand. As she looked down at the city, trying to find where she was headed, she regained her bearings and figured out where to go. She closed her eyes and exploded into white air again, swirling back down towards the city.

Like a wind she blew around the people on the sidewalks and among the trees the lined the streets. Cindy soared just above the streets at amazing speeds. When she traveled fast, she had to make sure that the winds she was creating did not alert anyone near by. She playfully flew through a few cars, creeping through the air conditioning, momentarily inside the interiors of the cars, and then back out to the streets again. This was the non-sexual pleasures that Hannah had promised Cindy long ago when she revealed her magic powers to her. Cindy was having too much fun.

Cindy slowed herself down just outside of her destination; The Roaring Phoenix. There was a very quiet line outside a dark building and not much signage identifying that this was the place to be. Luck for Cindy, she didn’t need to wait in line. She merely floated her essence towards the front door, and like a calm warm wind she just eased around the bouncers and through the front door. She blew low among the ankles and shoes of those lucky enough to get inside that night. She followed the crowd toward the main dance floor of the prestigious club, and as she arrived inside the darkened room, she immediately moved her hidden essence over the crowd of people and up above the dance floor to get a good view.

The club was packed. There was bright lights flashing around the club and a deafening techno beat playing. Cindy found a sea of men and women in next to no clothing dancing on the floor below. She floated lower and found women fondling women, men kissing men, and hands roaming sweaty bodies. There were large couches on the sides of the club where topless girls lie on topless men. There was seemingly little sexual enforcement on anything, and that made Cindy very excited.

But she knew she would find little sexual gratification existing as her current form. It was a great way to travel and observe, but she had to pull her human body back together. Not only that, but she had to do it in a safe place; clear from view of the non-magic party-goers. She needed a place to get dressed.

Cindy blew up into the air vents and spread her essence out through the ventilation system looking for a restroom. She was able to search a majority of the building using this method. She did find some strange sealed areas that she couldn’t even pass through existing as air, but that was not important. She had found an empty bathroom stall not far from the dance floor that she could use to pull herself back together. She gathered herself together and snuck down through the air vets. Safe from view, the air seemed to swirl about in the small bathroom stall. Within the tiny tornado, a bright white glowing being began to form. The glow faded, and Cindy found herself whole, naked, and with her amazing body ready to be seen and desired. She rubbed her hands up her sides and then up over her giant breasts, remembering that sexy pink dress she had picked out to wear. The dress slowly appeared on her body, hugging her waist and pressing her large breasts upward.

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Note: Originally written in 2000… A one off short story in my Knight Squadron series.

***

Someone is sabotaging the Valkyrie fighters of the Luftwaffe. Or that’s what Johann Strauss thinks, and he thinks he knows who it is too. Of course, it’s a little more complicated than that.

***

Part 1…

The Valkyrie streaked back toward the base on the moon of Syria. There were no survival pods to be found in the wreckage of the Base Star, and the Kriegsmarines’ mission was done.

Johann Strauss relaxed in the cockpit of his fighter. His girlfriend, Kerri, was waiting for him back at base. Johann felt a warm, familiar tightening in his lower body. He cursed under his breath and tried to control himself.

But Kerri’s long black hair and blue eyes kept coming back into his mind. Kerri had agreed to a date after he got back from this mission.

Kerri had caught his eye from the first time he had seen her. At the time, she’d been on her back, working at the guts of a Ju-87. Captain Jac Jordon had walked up to Johann and closed Johann’s mouth with his finger. Johann hadn’t even realized that he’d literally been drooling.

On another occasion, Johann asked another pilot about the beauty who fixed the engines. The other pilots had responded to his excited queries with a sigh.

“That’s Kerri Malina,” one had said. “The Ice Queen of Syria. Don’t get your hopes up. She’s looking for her true love, and whoever he is, compared to him pilots are the scum from the Base Star’s toilets.”

“I wonder what she’d think of a Knights Templar?” Johann muttered under his breath.

Eventually, Johann decided to try his luck and walked up to Kerri one day while they were watching other pilots train. Kerri had noted the Sunsword clipped to his wrist, and decided to be a little more friendly to this one. After all, a boy who believed in the Mystica was less likely to be after nothing but her body.

Kerri had found a good friend in the young pilot who always kept the Sunsword on his wrist. And Johann found a good friend in the mechanic who disliked pilots. Their friendship grew, and they became very close.

Now, Johann sat in the cockpit of his Valkyrie, fidgeting inside his sweaty flight suit. He wanted a bath and a clean uniform almost as much as he wanted to see Kerri.

At last, the moon loomed up ahead. Johann brought the Valkyrie in for a clean landing at the North Landing Pad. As he climbed out of the cockpit, Kerri ran up and hugged him.

Johann’s sleek body thrilled Kerri with how strong and handsome he was. Johann kissed her softly on the cheek, ashamed to be caught in his rumpled flight suit.

“I’ll meet you in twenty minutes,” Kerri whispered.

“Good. I need a shower,” Johann replied.

***

Twenty minutes later, Johann met Kerri. Kerri giggled and slung a leg over her boyfriend’s hip. Johann pulled Kerri close to his sleek chest and caught her lips in a warm kiss. As they stood kissing in the isolated corner of the base, a disaster was about to take place. Abruptly, a loud explosion echoed across the moon, knocking Johann and Kerri off their feet.

Johann began muttering ungentlemanly words as he noted every place where his body had contacted the unforgiving stone pavers. Those were going to be beautiful bruises tomorrow, all right. Kerri, however, didn’t mind. When they had fallen, Johann’s shirt had opened a little more than usual, revealing his lean chest.

Johann picked himself up, and looked out across the jungle. A column of black smoke was rising from the area of the South Landing Pad.

“Come on!” Kerri cried, and the duo raced down a narrow path to the landing pad. Johann and Kerri came out onto the pavement of the landing pad. In the middle lay the smoldering remains of a Valkyrie.

“What happened?” Johann asked. “And who?” He noticed some medics, carrying away a body on a stretcher, but it was little more than a charred skeleton.

“We don’t know what happened, he appeared to lose control, but was coming in for a near-perfect landing. He would have made it too, but the Valkyrie exploded just a few meters above the pavement,” said a frazzled Lieutenant.

“Who?” Kerri asked.

“Rob Kerman,” the Lieutenant replied.

“Damn,” Johann said. He bestowed a vicious kick upon a piece of slagged conduit, sending it flying into the jungle.

“Hey!” the Lieutenant bellowed at Johann. “I’ll thank you not to kick evidence!”

“What do I care?” Johann bellowed. “Rob was my friend, and now he’s dead.” He immediately looked sorry about his outburst and spoke again. “Sorry.”

Kerri clutched Johann arm. “I’m sorry, Jo. I know Rob was one of your best friends.”

“Why should you be? Rob’s out of your hair now,” Johann said nastily, still upset. “He was the one you hated because your Ice Queen act wouldn’t get him to stop asking you out.”

“Jo, I may not have liked him, but I certainly don’t want him dead!” Kerri cried out. “You know me, Jo. I just needed the right boy to love, the one who would be rize escort just right and put me at peace with the world. And I found him.”

“Kerri, I’m sorry. I suspect everyone, and especially that rat Keel,” Johann said.

“Keel?” Kerri said. “Keel’s a harmless mechanic.”

“Keel is nuts,” Johann said. “He’s a frustrated pilot, he lost his hand irreplaceably in a crash, and now he’s jealous of anyone who can still control a starfighter. He went for me once, choked me.”

“Oh, Jo!” Kerri said. “I’ve worked with Keel a long time. While he may not love pilots, he does love the fighters. He would never destroy one!”

“I’m sorry,” Johann said, giving her a quick kiss. “Do you mind if I break off our date? I feel like I’ve been shot down by a Jaheem Destroyer, and I’d like to rest. I have a training flight tomorrow.”

“Wait! Jo!” Kerri shouted. “Don’t go on that training flight tomorrow! Let me and the other mechanics check out the fighters before you fly again!”

Johann shook his head and continued to his room.

“Jo, please!” Kerri cried, her face contorting. “Do you want to go down in flames too? Do you think I want to watch you go down in flames?”

Johann shut the door.

“Johann Strauss, you can be stubborn as a mule,” Kerri said as she turned around and walked toward the mechanics’ barracks.

***

Part 2…

The next morning, Johan climbed into his Valkyrie. He sat ready for the high speed search and destroy practice. As he lifted off, Johann noticed a faint rumbling sound in his engines, but he assumed he’d simply gotten a cranky older fighter. He pulled out of the hangar to continue with the training mission.

Kerri had been watching the pilots train from a window and talking over some strategic locations for a new base with Gisela Deja.

And then there was a second blast.

In an instant, both Kerri and Gisela took off down a path toward the South Launching Pad. They swiftly arrived to view another starfighter laying in a pile of twisted, charred parts on the stone paving.

“Oh, who is it this time?” Gisela cried.

The commander of the training mission spoke.”Sorry to have to tell you two ladies this, but… it’s Johann Strauss.”

“Dammit, Jo,” Gisela said, turning toward the wreckage. “Make me like you for the fool idealist you are, and then go get yourself killed.”

Tears stung Kerri’s eyes. She hoped against hope that Johann had somehow managed to survive the crash.

Two medics were hauling away the remains of the canopy, trying to get at what was left of Johann. They pulled a body out of the wreckage that was clothed in a charred and bloodied flight suit… Johann Strauss.

Kerri ran to where the medic were strapping Johann to the stretcher. Kerri gasped as one of the medics ripped the flight suit off of Johann’s upper body, revealing burns and bloody gashes. His ash-blonde hair was singed and his face scratched.

“Don’t die, Jo,” Kerri whispered, stroking Johann’s bangs out of his face. “I love you.”

Kerri and Gisela were abruptly shoved aside by a medic, who began cleaning Johann’s wounds.

***

Later, Kerri was permitted to sit with Luke as he lay in his bed. Luke had been heavily sedated to keep him from feeling his many wounds, but Kerri held his hand anyway.

Johann lay still without a sign of life except for the slow rise and fall of his bandaged chest. He was naked except for the bandages and the sheets of his bed, which left him looking pathetic and helpless.

Kerri released his hand and began to gently trim away the charred ends of Johann’s hair. As she worked, soft blonde curls began to frame his innocent, round face again.

When she was done, Kerri bent down and bestowed a kiss on Johann’s still lips. Sadly, she relived the night before, when Johann had returned her kisses.

“Johann was probably right,” Kerri muttered. “Keel probably did this to Jo because Johann Strauss is the hero Keel could never be!”

Kerri left Johann’s bedside and tore off toward the hangar where Keel had been scheduled to work that day. She was no longer able to bear the sight of Johann’s still body.

***

“Keel?!” Kerri bellowed. “Where are you?”

The little man with his single hand appeared. “What’s your problem today, Kerri?”

“You know full well, Keel!” Kerri shouted, not caring who heard. “You didn’t check Jo’s fighter like I asked you to. He almost died because you didn’t check it properly.”

“I checked it. There was nothing wrong,” Keel said. “No one had even touched that fighter in a long time because it always ran well.”

“Or maybe you wanted Johann Strauss to die!” Kerri yelled. “Because he was what you weren’t. Because he was the hero of Syria! You didn’t care that he was my boyfriend and I planned to marry him!”

“Whatever you may think,” Keel said, shrugging his misshapen shoulders, “I did not try to kill Jo. I hold respect for anyone who could train as a Templar, as he does.”

“Whatever,” Kerri said.

***

Weeks sakarya escort later, Kerri still sat by Johann’s bedside. Now, he had nutrients flowing through a needle into one arm and waste flowing out through a catheter hidden by the sheet. He still slept, although he was no longer sedated and his wounds were nearly healed.

During that time, the Reich kept vigil over its hero. The wreckage of the Valkyries, both Johann’s and Rob’s, were pulled to pieces. No clues were found.

***

Part 3…

Late one night, Kerri cried by Johann’s bedside. Johann lay, still and silent. His bandages were gone, but the catheter and nutrient IV remained. His pale skin was covered only by a sheet. As Kerri cried, one of the medics appeared and began to speak to her.

“Kerri, I know this is going to be hard on you… hell, it’s hard on me too, but I have to say it. We think he may never wake up, and even if he does, he may not remember anything,” the medic said.

Kerri gasped. She had been clinging to the hope that he would wake soon, squeeze her hand. She had dreamed of his baby-blue eyes fluttering open and him proposing to her.

“The essential part of Johann Strauss, Jo’s mind and heart, they will be gone. It’s your decision, because you are the closest thing to family that he has,” The medic sighed, and continued. “You have to decide whether we should let Jo die now, without any pain, or let him live, perhaps forever a vegetable, dependent on life support.”

“No,” Kerri said. “I must give Jo the chance to return to me.”

“Very well then,” the medic said, obviously relieved that he would not have to pull the plug and kill one of the Luftwaffe’s few heroes.

Days passed and Johann still lay deathly still in his bed. As each day passed, Kerri grew more distraught, more sure that the medic had been right. ‘Is Jo dead? Is his mind, the power of the quiet Templar, gone?’ Kerri asked herself. ‘Is it right to leave this soulless hunk of flesh on support to help it live like a vegetable, the light within gone?’

Kerri cried again, sobbing into Johann’s caramel-colored hair and clutching his limp, saber-callused hand in hers. Eventually, Kerri thought she felt Johann’s hand move, but she wrote it off to her nerves. The squeeze at Kerri’s hand came again, stronger this time. She dropped Johann’s hand and looked at him. Slowly, Johann Strauss baby blue eyes fluttered open.

“Oh, Jo” Kerri cried. “You’re awake!” She embraced Johann as he slowly sat up.

Johann slowly nuzzled Kerri and kissed her. Kerri returned the kiss, reminded of how much she had missed this while he had been out, and caressed his bare chest.

“Do you think you could go over to the closet and get me some clothes? No offense, but I’d rather not be naked,” he asked Kerri.

“Hey, I don’t mind it,” Kerri said teasingly.

Johann playfully shoved her off his bed. “Just get me some clothes.”

Kerri dashed to the closet and pulled out Johann’s old white tunic and pants. As she helped Johann slip into the tunic, one of the medics came in the door. Immediately, the medic’s eyes widened.

“Johann Strauss? You’re awake?” he said.

Johann rolled his blue eyes. “Of course I’m awake. I’m fine, but I can’t get up.”

“You shouldn’t be paralyzed…” the medic said.

“I’m not, my legs are just weak. I can’t stand,” Johann replied.

“With Kerri’s help or a stick to lean on, I should be able to walk.”

“Well, first let me remove the catheter,” the medic said and reached under the sheet. He yanked the catheter free of Johann’s body.

Johann bellowed like a wounded gorilla and took a weak swing at the medic. Fortunately, Johann’s punch missed.

The medic laughed. “Every man who I’ve seen have a catheter removed acts like that.” Johann replied by grabbing his pants wrathfully and yanking them on. Kerri giggled, because Johann never was quite so cute as when he let the whiny and frequently indignant Remus farm boy come to the surface, like now. She kissed him tenderly on the forehead.

“I have to go for my shift in the hangar now,” Kerri whispered to Johann. “But I’ll be back in time to eat dinner with you. They refused to exempt me from duty to sit with you.”

“And that is just as well,” Johann said. “The Luftwaffe can’t afford to lose a skilled mechanic to sit with an injured pilot.”

***

In the hangar, Kerri laid on her back, working in the guts of a Valkyrie. She groped for her socket wrench to tighten down the casing of the compressor to the hydraulic system.

Keel pushed the wrench into her hand. “Thanks,” Kerri muttered.

***

Meanwhile Johann lay in his bed. He’d given up on watching the softcore holo-vids long ago. He’d never had the patience for romantic vids anyway. If he wanted romance, he’d take the real thing with Kerri. Now he watched the preparations for a test flight of some new Valkyries.

Kerri pushed open the door, carrying a large tray of food for herself and Johann. samsun escort Johann made a face and pulled a pillow over his head.

“Come on, Jo, you have to eat,” Kerri said, pulling the pillow off of Johann’s head. “This isn’t that bad, it’s the same food everyone gets.”

“Just keep the medics and their nutro-paste garbage away from me,” Johann replied. “I want REAL FOOD.”

“It is,” Kerri said. Using female wiles and a large amount of trickery, Kerri managed to get all of the food into Johann.

After Johann managed to finish his dinner, Kerri slipped into the bed beside him. Johann slid his arm around her and held her close.

“Do you think you could take me to the landing pad so I could watch the training flights?” Johann asked Kerri.

“Sure,” Kerri said, slipping Johann’s poncho over his shoulders.

She helped him walk to the nearest landing pad. Johann smiled as he watched the fighters in the air above. Abruptly, one Valkyrie peeled off from the tidy squadron and headed for the landing pad.

One of the fighter’s engines burst into flame as the pilot touched down. Johann started forward with a gasp.

“It’s Aiden!” Johann cried. “Jump free, Aiden!”

“Sit down, Jo,” Kerri said, leading him to a stone bench by the side of the landing pad. Behind them, Aiden Hunt leaped clear of his burning Valkyrie. Crews of mechanics turned firehoses on the Valkyrie, trying to rescue any evidence.

Aiden dashed up to Luke where he sat on the stone bench. “Glad to see you back on your feet, buddy,” Aiden said. “We were afraid we’d have to organize a funeral for ya.”

“I’m too tough for some cowardly saboteur to kill,” Johann said, with a half-grin.

Kerri shivered abruptly. “Jo, it’s getting cold. I’ll help you back inside.”

***

Part 4…

As the days passed, Johann slowly grew better. The Kriegsmarines packed up their supplies and fleet to move to a new base. Johann hobbled around, with the aid of a carved walking stick. His slight, white-clad body was a frequent sight around the base.

Among the last to leave Syria we Johann and Kerri, who would fly with Jac Jordon on The Ghost, by their own choice. Gisela would have preferred that Johann go on a bigger ship where his fragile health could be tended to by a medic. But, although she was not likely to ever admit it, Gisela trusted Han Solo to get aid to Johann if he needed it.

The tortured remains of the three destroyed starfighters were loaded aboard transports too.

Johann sat in the main cabin of The Ghost, sleeping with his head pillowed on his arms. Kerri sat next to him, holding his hand as he slept.

As soon as the battered old Korscian freighter entered gravity-drive, Jac left the cockpit to Blacki and delivered a message to his passengers. “Her Highness requests that we stop at Remus for some sort of conference,” Jac said. “Tell Jo when he wakes up.”

“He’ll probably sleep the whole way to Remus,” Kerri replied, gently stroking Johann’s blonde head.

***

Several hours later, a few Luftwaffe landing craft descended around an abandoned moisture farm on the topaz-sanded planet. Keel came to the hatch of The Ghost.

“Jo, Captain Jordon, the Princess and General Ryker request your presence to discuss the sabotaged Valkyries,” he said, “Come with me.”

“Jo, let me come with you,” Kerri said, helping him to his feet.

“Jo and Jac go with me,” Keel said. “Not you.”

“Well!” Kerri exclaimed. “I was the one who got him here! Without me, you would have removed the life support and killed Jo long ago!”

Keel walked slowly, matching his pace to Johann’s halting steps.

They eventually came out into a cavernous chamber that had once housed immense tanks of water. There, Johann, Gisela, Jac, Ryker and some other leaders of the Reich gathered.

As the meeting went on beneath the sands, Kerri slept in a bunk aboard The Ghost. She was wakened by halting footsteps in the corridor… Johann’s footsteps.

“Jo?” Kerri called to him, sitting up.

“It’s me, Kerri,” Johann replied. His voice sounded tired. He walked over to the bunk she lay on and sat on the edge.

Kerri sighed Johann embraced her and his strong hands slipped Into her hair. His lips brushed lightly against hers.

“Will you come with me?” Johann asked her.

Kerri shivered at the feather-light touch of Johann’s lips to her own. “Of course,” she replied.

As Johann led her out of The Ghost, Kerri abruptly realized that he was no longer wearing the black shirt and pants he had earlier. Now, he wore the flight suit of a Luftwaffe pilot.

“Jo, where are we going?” Kerri asked.

“Come with me Johann whispered, his face somber. The laughing boy hero was mysteriously gone from his face.

Upon entering the cavernous chamber beneath Remus sandy surface, Johann left Kerri and went to stand between Gisela and Aiden.

Kerri looked around, unsure of what was happening in the Reich.

Abruptly, Kerri’s hands were grabbed by Jac. Han held her back and prevented her from joining Johann.

“What is the meaning of this?” Kerri cried, struggling in the Korscian’s tight grip.

***

Part 5…

“Kerri Malin, you stand accused of the murder of Rob Kerman and the attempted murders of Aiden Hunt and Johann Strauss, ” Ryker said.

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Author’s note: Far from a new writer, but this is my first pass at writing some erotica as a casual side project. Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome. Now for the disclaimers. This story features nonconsensual content. Rape is wrong. Don’t do it. Everyone knows this. If you don’t enjoy stories with this kind of content don’t read them and don’t whine about them in the comments. All characters who engage in sexual content are of age. Now, thank you for reading and on with the show.

***

The sound of flesh on flesh resounded through the clean but sparse room, its rhythmic beat accompanied by masculine grunts, feminine whimpers, and all the other elements which combined to form the crude orchestration of rough sex so often heard in this particular room. The source of the carnal music could be found on the large bed at the center of the room where two wildly different individuals were having two wildly different experiences.

The figure on top was a very large man by the name of Jacques who was having a delightful night. Most nights were delightful for Jacques, as he was the owner of an upscale brothel and thus virtually guaranteed pleasant female company any night he wished it. Unsurprisingly, he wished it nearly every night. At the moment in question he was engaged in thoroughly pounding a pretty girl’s asshole into submission and enjoying every second of it.

Beneath Jacques was a rather small woman by the name of Breanna who was not having a delightful night. Though not the most popular of his girls, Breanna was Jacques’s personal favourite which meant she quite rarely had delightful nights. At the moment, she was having her sore asshole reamed by a man she would never willingly allow into her presence let alone her ass and hating every second of it.

The scene was in many respects extremely commonplace, exactly what one might expect to see in any brothel in the early hours of the morning. Jacques’s brothel, however, was not exactly normal. Several years prior the brawny man had not been a brothel owner, but a soldier in the employ of Duke Armand of Venrier. While commanding a company of footsoldiers in the name of the duke, Jacques had the distinct honour and pleasure of participating in one of the greatest endeavors in human history, the conquest and subjugation of the ancient elven kingdom of Tintariel.

Breanna had participated in that conflict as well, though she was notably less satisfied with its resolution. Such dissatisfaction was only to be expected from a member of the losing side. With her svelte frame, modest breasts, pointed ears, and long honey-blonde hair Breanna looked every bit the beautiful elven maiden she was. Even amongst her people her small and slender frame made her appear youthful and appealing. These features did little to set her apart from the other girls in Jacques’s brothel, however, as they were all beautiful elven maidens as well.

The Broken Bow Brothel was one of several establishments which popped up shortly after the conquest specializing in offering to humans the most luxurious of sexual experiences, the charms of captured elven warriors. For humans, the women of the once proud elven nation made the perfect fucktoys. The average elven maiden was more attractive than all but the most alluring of humans, their youthful beauty lasted for centuries before fading gracefully, and their extremely low fertility meant they could be screwed relentlessly with little regard to the complications of pregnancy. It was hardly a surprise that when the human lords negotiated the surrender of Tintariel they refused to consider releasing even a single female captive.

Breanna herself had been one of the elves’ finest warriors, a member of the legendary Emerald Wardens responsible for guarding the borders of their ancient forest kingdom. Her capture early in the conflict had been nothing short of disgraceful. Operating as a lone scout, she had ignored her better judgment to stop and bathe in an idyllic forest pool. It was there that Jacques and a troop of his soldiers had stumbled across her like a scene from one of the ancient myths of the great huntress. After recovering from the initial shock of the encounter, they had quietly surrounded their newfound prey before closing in.

Once they were in position, it took all of a few heartbeats for Jacques and three other men to surge forward and pin down the shocked elf. At his command, another of his soldiers had then brought forth her things from where they lay by the side of the pool. Jacques bound her hands behind her back with her own bowstring, gagged her with her own undergarments, and then proceeded to ravage her most intimate depths, first with his cock then with the shattered remains of her own weapon which now hung framed above her bed even as he used her body yet again.

After Jacques was satisfied he allowed his soldiers to sample Breanna’s charms for themselves. That evening the troop had returned to camp with the disgraced warrior mersin escort in tow where the elven girl was inducted into her new life. For the next six months she was reduced to a camp whore, Jacques using her as he pleased and renting her body out to any of his soldiers who could pay. In time she was joined by other captives, former sisters in battle who would share her fate. They had provided Jacques with a great deal of pleasure and profit over the years, but none had ever captured his attention the way his Breanna had. So it was that years later the brawny man lay atop his favourite elf reaming her ass with all the vigour he could muster after a long day managing his affairs.

Unlike their first encounter Breanna was not restrained now. Instead she lay face down and ass up in her own bed, one hand on each asscheek spreading them wide to facilitate her master’s entrance into her butt. Six months as a camp whore and several years in a brothel named for her personal disgrace had rendered Breanna quite compliant. It had taken time and some severe discipline, but Jacques was confident he could enjoy the charms of any one of his elves without fear of significant disobedience.

He smiled as he took in the beautiful sight of her coltish form. Breanna’s body was completely exposed save for a pair of innocent looking baby blue stockings stretching up to her mid thighs. Today she had been done up to emphasize her apparent youth. Though she was three times Jacques’ age, she looked less than half it and many of the brothel’s patrons enjoyed fucking a girl who seemed like an innocent on the cusp of adulthood. As many days as not, Breanna found herself dolled up to look like a child and tossed to some of the establishment’s most disturbing customers. It was almost as degrading to fawn over them and feign innocence in the common room as it was to preform for them in bed, but she knew well the consequences if she failed to meet Jacques’ expectations.

Jacques grunted loudly as he pounded away into Breanna’s open asshole. The speed of his thrusts was astounding considering the tightness of her back passage, his refusal to use lube of any sort, and his level of sheer intoxication. But strong muscles, extensive practice, and what seemed to be buckets of sweat were enough to overcome any resistance. The leverage of a tight grip on Breanna’s slender waist also helped.

For her part, Breanna issued a relentless stream of pathetic whimpering and whining as she dutifully took her pounding. With her experience, the elven warrior could have suffered through much worse with stoic dignity if she wanted, but like all Jacques’ girls she knew her master enjoyed his slaves being vocal about their misery. A happy Jacques meant a shorter fuck and more sleep. An unhappy Jacques meant the risk of a serious beating. So whenever he decided to make use of her before bed she degraded herself by putting on the most pitiful show she could manage.

Some nights were harder than others to muster up the will and energy to put on a convincing act. Tonight, though… tonight it was easy. Not because Breanna had had an easy day. She certainly had not. On a normal day servicing nine customers, two of them at once, would have left her drained as well as sore. But today was different. Today was to be her last day in this living hell. For months, the captured warriors languishing within the Broken Bow Brothel had been planning their escape with the aid of none other than Elena Swiftwind.

Considered by many to be the last hope of the elves, Elena had been the only one of the Emerald Wardens’ four captains to survive the invasion. When Tintariel surrendered and saw much of its territory and population divided between its human neighbours, many elven warriors had refused to accept defeat. They rallied to Elena as their natural leader and ever since had engaged in a guerrilla campaign against the occupying forces. Naturally, brothels like Jacques’ were prime targets, both an affront to elven pride and a source of eager recruits. Several had already been raided. These attacks and many other offenses had prompted a massive standing bounty for the capture or death of the elven leader funded in part by each of the five rulers who had cooperated in the invasion.

Tonight was the night that Breanna and her sisters in suffering had been waiting and preparing for. Elena would come herself with weapons to arm the captives and lead them out of the city. For her own part, Breanna had sworn that not only would she be free again, but on her way out she would stop in Jacques’ bedroom. Her last act in this hellish brothel would be to slit the throat of the vile man who had taken such pleasure in mounting her again and again for years. For now, however, Breanna had to endure his attentions this one last time without giving him any reason to suspect trouble. Nothing would keep her from her revenge, not exhaustion, and certainly not the tattered remnants of her pride.

As muğla escort he felt himself drawing nearer to his climax, Jacques slowed his pace, wanting to luxuriate in his prize’s warm embrace for a while longer. Breanna inwardly groaned at this development. Jacques was nothing if not predictable in bed and she had come to know all his patterns by heart. Tonight she wouldn’t be getting a quick fuck and an early departure. Instead she braced herself for what came next.

After bottoming out with a particularly hard thrust, Jacques released one of his hands from the pretty elf’s waist and traced his way none too gently up her spine. Upon reaching her neck, he gathered as much of her honey blonde hair as he could with a spin of his wrist and pulled back harshly drawing a loud groan from Breanna.

Knowing her role well, the former warrior released her grip on her asscheeks and pulled her hands forward to go up on all fours so that she could properly arch her back as her head was pulled up and behind. It was Jacques’ favourite position by far to fuck his girls in the manner of two beasts mating, particularly when enjoying their asses instead of their pussies. Even after all her time in his possession, Breanna was unsure if this preference was natural or stemmed from how utterly degrading it was considered among her people to copulate as an animal would. She wasn’t even sure if he was aware how taboo, how shameful it was for an elven woman to allow herself to be taken in such a manner. She only knew that her shame meant nothing compared to the lust of Jacques or any man who had paid him for the use of her body.

When he was ready, Jacques released his other hand from Breanna’s hip and she closed her eyes in preparation. Even knowing it was coming, even having experienced it many times before, the fallen warrior wasn’t prepared for the first blow as her master began to spank her with all the force he could muster. As his palm collided with her svelte rear, Breanna let out a yelp more authentic than her usual whimpering. Jacques continued to rain blows upon her soft flesh for several minutes, each drawing one of an array of appealingly feminine protests from his favoured toy.

Despite his best efforts, eventually Jacques felt himself passing the point of no return. Each time he spanked Breanna’s ass, he could feel her clench down upon his thrusting cock. On the verge of his climax, the brothel owner withdrew fully from Breanna’s ass and, directed by the hand that had been spanking her, buried himself to the hilt inside her welcoming pussy. The elf’s spine rippled in an involuntary shudder of disgust at having a cock soiled by her ass now tainting her womanhood. That shudder was quickly followed by another, even less welcome, response as Breanna felt her master’s cock twitch inside of her and the all too familiar wave of warmth as Jacques released his seed within her.

To her eternal shame, Breanna could feel herself losing control and responding to the vile human polluting her body with his seed. Like many elven girls, the fallen warrior had a weakness for the sensation of hot cum filling her intimate depths. It was simply hardwired into her very being that the epitome of being a good girl was allowing her man to deposit his seed within her. It didn’t matter to her body that the man in question repulsed her, it only mattered that she had fulfilled her role and deserved rewarding. And a reward she received as her body shook with a wave of orgasmic ecstasy that rendered her briefly senseless.

For several long minutes, Jacques rested as his satisfied manhood softened within its favorite vacation home. Eventually, however, another sensation in it demanded action. In his drunken haze, Jacques briefly considered relieving himself where he was, but in the end his kinder, or at least less cruel, side won out. The big man withdrew himself from the still panting girl and after giving her ass one last heavy swat, gracelessly fumbled his way off of her sweat soaked bed. He staggered to the end and reached under with one foot, dragging Breanna’s chamber pot out into the open.

With his free hand, Jacques reached out to cup the underside of the girl’s chin and lift her gaze up to meet his own. Breanna blushed slightly, dreading her last chore of the night as she heard the telltale sound of her owner’s powerful stream emptying into the small porcelain bowl. Once it trailed off she submissively opened her mouth and breathed deep as Jacques filthy penis rapidly approached.

The cacophony of flavors coating Jacques’ cock blended together into a vile mixture that overwhelmed the fallen warrior’s taste buds. Her love juices and ass mixed with his seed and piss plus an excessive dose of their combined sweat would have been enough to make her vomit years ago, but now it was quite familiar. Breanna got to work swiftly, her tongue efficiently dancing across the surfaces of her master’s cock as she cleaned it. She was careful to avoid teasing nevşehir escort its most sensitive parts in fear of inspiring another round.

Her efforts proved sufficient as after a short while Jacques withdrew himself from her mouth and the tender ministrations of her soft tongue. “Good girl,” was all he said, ruffling her hair with the hand that had been beneath her chin. Drunkenly, he staggered towards the door and exited leaving Breanna alone at last with her thoughts. The fallen warrior waited several heartbeats to ensure he would not return before rolling off her bed. She quickly moved to her dresser to find and don the least whorish of the clothes she was allowed to keep. An upscale brothel like the Broken Bow valued its customers’ privacy enough to have well soundproofed rooms, so the girls knew they would have no warning of Elena’s arrival before their doors opened to their salvation. As prepared as she could be, Breanna settled down by her bed for the most nervous wait of her life.

***

Jacques staggered drunkenly out of Breanna’s room and onto the balcony overlooking the main room. Neither particularly graceful or coordinated at the best of times, the big man was in fact quite clumsy when drunk. His hand slipped off the handle of Breanna’s door as he pulled it behind him, leaving it to softly fall closed with only the lightest of clicks. He didn’t bother locking it.

The brothel was built around a large main room with a central stage, a small bar, and a crowded assortment of varied seats and tables. Above was a wide balcony running along three sides of the room below. The balcony was lined with a dozen bedrooms where Jacques’ stable of elven whores slept one or two to a room. The common room was lined with storage and ‘playrooms’ as well as Jacques’ current destination, his own bedroom. The building was quiet, the last patrons had been required to leave awhile after midnight, and he had spent long enough ploughing Breanna that the girls assigned to clean up duty had finished their work and turned in for the night. With only one entrance, a sturdy lock on his bedroom, and all the windows sealed with iron bars, the building required only a pair of lazy night guards who spent their shift in the small foyer between the entrance and the common room leaving the main area nearly silent while the business was closed.

Comfortable with the silence, Jacques moved sluggishly along the balcony. When he rounded the corner near the lone stairwell, everything changed. There before the brothel owner’s eyes an elven woman was silently slinking her way up the stairs. As they came into each other’s view both human and elven eyes shot wide with alarm as their owners stumbled backwards. Jacques’ brain was struggling to process the figure before him, but he was instantly certain she wasn’t one of his. Features aside, she wore a suit of dark brown leather armor which didn’t show a tenth as much skin as the dubious sets some of his girls wore when servicing customers. Even more alarming, she held at least half a dozen sheathed swords clutched between her left arm and her side.

The elf was first to recover. While Jacques was heavily inebriated and several years removed from his time as a warrior, the woman was completely sober and clearly prepared for trouble. Her eyes narrowed and her muscles tensed as she surged forward, free hand reaching for what was certainly a weapon. But it wasn’t to be. Careless in her haste, or still reeling from surprise, the intruder’s second step came down awkwardly on the edge of a stair. As she pushed off for her third her balance deserted her completely. As Jacques stared dumbfounded, the elf’s pretty mouth opened in a look of panic and then she was falling. With a clatter and a crash she bounced down more than a dozen stairs, the weapons she had been carrying scattering widely.

By the time Jacques recovered from his shock, the elven woman was lying face down and motionless on the landing between two flights of stairs. Cautiously, he made his way down the stairs, stooping to pick up one of the dropped blades as he advanced. The weapon’s hilt was uncomfortably small in his grip, clearly crafted for an elven hand. That was no more than an inconvenience, he had bested more than a few elves with their own weapons including a few in this very building. As he approached the landing, Jacques reached out with the still sheathed sword to prod at the woman before him. Nothing. Convinced she was unconscious, he took the last step and used his foot to flip her over onto her back.

In the dim light the brothel owner looked the unfortunate creature at his feet up and down. While not large by human standards, her breasts swelled a bit more than most of her kind. The details of her figure were difficult to make out under the armor, but that problem would be easily fixed in a moment. For now his eyes were drawn to her pretty face. She was certainly beautiful, despite the large bruise rapidly developing around her right eye, but also oddly familiar. Jacques was certain he had seen her before, but there were precious few elven women he had met who still lived and were not asleep in their rooms upstairs. It took his brain nearly a minute of befuddled staring before a a light finally shone through the haze of alcohol.

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Cast of Characters [Note: Spoiler Alert – this includes updates that may ruin some plot points]

Life as a New Hire

By Nut Ranch and FinalStand

Impossible gratitude to Nut Ranch who not only made this list – he made it thrice. Only my ineptitude had kept the first two creations from the light.

As always, the subject matter is my responsibility.

If you like it, it is probably someone else’s fault.

Below is a (Mostly) Complete list of Persons in this story, It is broken down into related groupings such as Known Amazon Houses, Amazons with (as yet) unknown House Affiliation, JIKIT, Government personnel, 9 Clans, Family groupings etc. Some of the groupings are a bit loose so be warned.

Amazons routinely go by 1st names, so some have no last name listed.

Question Marks (?) indicate uncertainty of identification.

Amazon/Non Amazon is the default Identification as some Characters have not (yet) been identified as either Full Blood/Poison Blood (Born Amazon,) or Lost Blood/Runner (Recruited into Amazon Society) in the story line. Half Blood is Born of an Amazon Mother and a male from outside of the Amazon Breeding Program

Some have not (yet) been Identified as to which House they belong to or specific positions within Amazon/Havenstone Society.

Specific relationships/positions have been identified where possible.

I hope this helps you keep track.

Amazon ROYAL HOUSE (Technically a Dead House)

Penthesilea: Queen of the Amazons (Amazon Royal House) during the time of the Iliad, Mother of Kwenhamai (AKA Molpadia) disrespected/killed by Ajax and Achilles, Introduced Ch. 31

Antiope: Queen of the Amazon after her sister Penthesilea is killed, (Amazon Royal House) variously described as having married Theseus and abandoning the amazons or been kidnapped by him, later killed by her Niece Molpadia, Introduced Ch. 31

Kwenhamai: The Unconquered (AKA Molpadia) (‘Death Song’ in the Amazon tongue, Cáel calls her Kwen), daughter of Penthesilea, Princess of the Royal House of the Amazons. Resurrected as part of the Champion’s (Ajax) retinue in order to try and restore her mother Penthesilea’s Honor after Ajax and Achilles disrespected/killed her. Kwenhamai/Molpadia was later killed by Theseus, Tyrant of Athens after she (Kwenhamai) killed Antiope, the New Queen of the Amazons and Penthesilea’s sister, Introduced Ch. 31

House ANAHIT

Hayden St. John: High Priestess of the Amazons. Mother of Sydney St. John, House Anahit. 1st Named Chapter 1.

Sydney St. John: Mother of Marilyn St. John, Daughter of Hayden St. John, Havenstone S.D., House Anahit 1st Named Chapter 5

Marilynn St. John: Daughter of Sydney St. John. Grand Daughter of Hayden St. John, House Anahit 1st Named Chapter 1.

House ANAT (Technically a Dead House)

Artimpasa: Twin Sister of Shammuramat, Once Head of House Anat. Killed by Shammuramat for being selected to lead House Anat over her. Deceased for many centuries, Introduced in CH 28,

Shammuramat: first ever “independent” queen of a nation-state – Assyria, 9th Century BCE. Abandoned the Host after killing her twin sister who was chosen to lead House Anat, another now dead House. Introduced to Cáel as “The Friendless” the by the Amazon Augur Tadêfi after a vison. Referred to as ‘Shammy’ by Cáel before she accepts Sakuniyas or Saku, Also known as ‘Salmu Eretu,’ Sērkuēn, and various other names. Traitor to the Host, murderer of her twin sister Artimpasa and under a sentence of death for the murder of her twin sister Artimpasa. Introduced in CH 25, Named in CH 27

House ANDRASTE

Shawnee: Head of House Arinniti, One of the twenty founding bloodlines, 1st Named Chapter 16

Oneida: Shawnee’s Junior/Apprentice of House Arinniti, youngest breeding female in House Arinniti, One of the twenty founding bloodlines, 1st Named Chapter 10

Priya Guerrero: House Andraste, S.D./Camp counselor at Camp Sahka Torchlight’. 1st named CH 26

Slayer of Testicles (SoT)

& 2: Amazon Full Bloods, Oneida’s personal bodyguards, House Arinniti, Nick-Named in Chapter 17

House BHADRA

No currently Identified members

House BENDIS

Gale: Junior/Apprentice of House Bendis, 1st Named Chapter 17 as Gale, In Chapter 18 as Gael

House COTYTTIA

Daphne Pile: Works for Katrina Love, VP of Havenstone Executive Services. Sister of Brielle, Granddaughter of Pamela, House Cotyttia. 1st Named Chapter 1. She, along with Desiree, are the first people Katrina informs that Cáel can speak Amazon.

Brielle Pile: Works for Olympia Shore. Havenstone Financial Investigative unit, Sister of Daphne, Granddaughter of Pamela, House Cotyttia. 1st Named Chapter 1. She and an unnamed compatriot make a game of ambushing Cáel in the elevator at the start of each day.

Pamela Pile: Retired, Havenstone Executive Services (Most lethal Amazon Assassin of the 20th Century) Cáel’s Knife fighting instructor, Grandmother of Daphne and Brielle. House Cotyttia 1st Named Chapter 15. She is Cáel’s soul-mate/psychic twin/surrogate Grandmother/Mentor/guardian/slayer kütahya escort of Cáel O’Shea, Cáel Nyilas/Ishara’s Grandfather

House CHANDALA BHIKSHUKI

No currently Identified members

House DURGA

No currently Identified members

House EPONA

Ms. Katrina Love: Head of House Epona, VP of Executive Services. Daughter of Sedona, Caitlyn’s sister, Amazon title “‘First Bearer of the Sun Spear through the Halls of Night and Death’,” (Think Head of KGB, FSB, CIA, MI 5 & 6, GSG 9, Intelligence, Counter Intelligence and Assassination) 1st Named Chapter 1. She is revealed to be sterile, the sister/relative of Desiree & Caitlyn and the Aunt of Loraine, Europa and Aya. With Hayden and Tessa, she created the ‘New Directive’, though in a stronger format. She remains a close ally and Mentor of Cáel despite some crushing encounters.

Arwen: Katrina’s Junior/Apprentice and cousin, House Epona, 1st Named Chapter 16

Desiree Fredrickson: Works for Katrina Love, VP of Havenstone Executive Services. Technically Half Blood but is Katrina and Caitlyn’s maternal half-sister, House Epona, 1st Named Chapter 1.

Sedona Love: Daughter of Andromeda. Mother of Katrina Love, House Epona. 1st Named Chapter 1.

Caitlyn Ruger: Mother of Aya, Europa and Loraine. Katrina’s sister. House Epona, 1st Named Chapter 3, 1st Named Chapter 4

Loraine Ruger: (age 16), Daughter of Caitlyn. House Epona, 1st Named Chapter 3

Europa Ruger: (age 13), Daughter of Caitlyn. House Epona, 1st Named Chapter 3

Aya Ruger: (age 9), Daughter of Caitlyn. Absolutely devoted to Cáel, Cáel feels the same about her. House Epona, 1st Named Chapter 3. Cáel and Aya develop a father-daughter bond. Informally allowed to create her own War band the ‘Fatal Squirts’ at Summer camp (ch27). Also allowed an “honorific” name. In CH39 Cáel begins calling her Dumu (Duma is the OKH diminutive for ‘daughter’)

House HANWASUIT

Beyoncé Vincennes: Head of House Hanwasuit 1st Named Chapter 1. As of Chapter 5 she becomes a staunch supporter of the New Directive, Katrina and Cáel.

House HYLONOME

Hedwig: Head of the Hylonome band attacked by Ajax, (Presumed Deceased?) 1st mentioned in Chapter 34

Aliz Loma: Amazon That abandoned House Hylonome to marry Dr. Arsenije Loma: Mother of Dijana Loma, Vasilije Loma and unnamed son, Aunt of Zola, Sister of Anna (Deceased?) 1st introduced in Chapter 34

Zola: Amazon, House Hylonome, child of Anna (Presumed Deceased), Niece of Aliz, The Hylonome are dedicated Wanderers/Nomadic Amazon, Inconclusive if it was actually Kwen (AKA Kwenhamai/Molpadia/Death Song) that allowed her to escape to warn Cáel and Aliz, 1st Introduced in Chapter 34,

Kara: Amazon, House Hylonome, (Presumed Deceased) Sacrificed herself for Zola, 1st mentioned in Chapter 34

Anna: Sister of Aliz, mother of Zola, (Presumed Deceased) House Hylonome, 1st mentioned in Chapter 34

House ILLYANKAMUNUS/SZÉLANYA

Sabrina: Head of House Illuyankamunus, Introduced in CH37

Alkonyka: Real name Ildiko Lovasz, unknowingly member of the “Lost” Amazon House Illuyankamunus, (House of the Dragon) Sister of Angyalka Lovasz, Cáel has sworn to sponsor SzélAnya as Matron Deity the new House SzélAnya, Introduced Ch. 31

Angyalka Lovasz: unknowingly member of the “Lost” Amazon House Illuyankamunus, (House of the Dragon), Sister to Ildiko Lovasz (aka Alkonyka), Cáel has sworn to sponsor SzélAnya as Matron Deity the new House SzélAnya, Introduced Ch. 31

Dr. Arsenije Loma: (Sort of Amazon?) unknowingly a member of House Illuyankamunus through the Male line, Serbian Professor of Eastern European Studies, Father of Dijana Loma, Vasilije Loma and unnamed son, 1st introduced in Chapter 34.

Dijana Loma (Sort of Amazon?) unknowingly a member of House Illuyankamunus Through the her father and/or House Hylonome line through her mother, Daughter of Dr. Arsenije and Aliz Loma, 1st introduced in Chapter 34.

Vasilije Loma: (Sort of Amazon?)unknowingly a member of House Illuyankamunus Through the Male line, Son of Dr. Arsenije Loma, Brother of Dijana Loma, Boyfriend of Hajnalka (NLN) 1st introduced in Chapter 34

Bolu: Male Amazon, (Deceased) House Illuyankamunus/SzélAnya, Along with Vranus, one of the Two Adult Ash men to survive the 2nd Great Betrayal and continue the Legacy of the Male Amazon along with the last 3 Arinniti sons, 1st Mentioned in CH 16, 1st Named in CH 34 Male Amazon, (Deceased)

House INARA

Zarana: (age 14) House Inara, Teenager at Camp ‘Sahka Torchlight.’ Twin sister to Vaski. Initially insults Cáel but learns a valuable lesson. 1st named CH 26

Vaski: (age 14) House Inara, Teenager at Camp ‘Sahka Torchlight.’ Twin sister to Zaran: (Vaski is also Cáel’s Grandmother’s name) 1st named CH 26

House ISHARA

Cáel Nyilas: A ‘New Directive’ intern. Of Magyar and Irish Gaelic descent. The Magyar have cultural roots with the Finnish, Turks, and Bulgarians. Grandson of Cáel O’Shea (Deceased/Resurrected Illuminati manisa escort Leader), Graduated from Bolingbrook College with a Business Major and a Philosophy minor. Works for Katrina Love, VP of Havenstone Executive Services, 1st Named Chapter 1. He speaks 4 current languages (English, French, Spanish and Russian) and ten dead languages (including Old Kingdom Hittite, which is also the native language of the Amazons)

He is an oversexed, incredibly fit and morally ambiguous serial dater. His body bears scars from numerous romantic mis-adventures.

Later discovered to be the descendant of Vranus, an “Ash Man” of House Ishara during the 2nd Great Betrayal. Cáel becomes the Head of House Ishara, one of the 1st twenty Houses previously believed to have died out.

His Father is Ferko Nyilas and his Mother is Sibeal O’Shea Nyilas.

Cáel has an Aunt Stella on his father’s side. She is a crab-fisherwoman living in Maryland. (Non Amazon) The Isharan House has been passed down through the MALE blood line.

He has 10 (unknown until Chapter 19) O’Shea Aunts and one Uncle. After Ferko’s murder, Aunt Stella reveals that Sibeal did not die of cancer and is still alive and in hiding from her family.

Later becomes referred to as Ishara and Wakko Ishara. Aya calls him alternately Daddy, ‘Fehér mén’ (White Stallion) and Atta (OKH for ‘respectful’ Father) the term is largely religious and only used in the terms of female divinities referring to divine paternals. NOHIO (Number One House Ishara Official), HCIESI-NDI (Havenstone Commercial Investments Executive Services’ Intern – New Directive Initiative), UHAUL – Unpaid Honcho Assigned to Unit L. HIs work with the Great Khan and the Khanate earns him the titles -Prince of Hungary and Transylvania – “Magyarorszag es Erdely Hercege” {Hungarian} – “Prinţul Ungariei şi Transilvaniei” {Romanian}, Royal Prince of Armenia and Georgia – “Prinţul Regal al Armeniei şi Georgiei” {Romanian} – “Armenia és Geoegia Királyi Hercege” {Hungarian}, Royal Prince of Albania – “Albánia Királyi Hercege” {Hungarian} – “Prinţul Regal al Albaniei” {Romanian}

Ferko Nyilas: Cáel’s father (deceased Ch 19), technically should have been the Head of House Ishara, Named/1st Named Chapter 19

Buffy Dubois: Works for Katrina Love, VP of Havenstone Executive Services. ‘Lost Blood’ or “Runner” Becomes First new member of House Ishara after Cáel Nyilas and Cáel’s Junior/Apprentice. 1st Named Chapter 1. Buffy retains an unsanctioned feud with Elsa. Buffy qualified for the Security Detail, but was denied entry by Elsa because Buffy wasn’t a full-blooded Amazon. Becomes known as “Yakko Ishara” within House Ishara in CH 26, also is addresses as the ‘First,’ ‘First’ implies a deep, romantic relationship with the Head of House including possessing insight into the Head’s mindset

Helena Shultz: Works for Katrina Love, VP of Havenstone Executive Services. “Originally Lost Blood” or “Runner” 2nd Person Cáel inducted into House Ishara, upon adoption into House Ishara becomes the Keeper of the House records, 1st Named Chapter 1.

Madori Yalda: Senior of the ‘Runners’ inducted into House Ishara after Buffy and Helena, First named in Chapter 22

Vranus: House Ishara, one of 2 Warrior Males members of the Amazon Host that were ordered to leave at the end of the 2nd Great Betrayal by House Arinniti, Cáel’s multi-great grandfather, 1st Named Chapter 16

Marsha: Amazon ‘Runner,’ one of the twenty Runners inducted into House Ishara at Ferko’s funeral, 1st Named Chapter 20

Wilma Draper: Havenstone Security team (NOT S.D.) Amazon ‘Runner’ inducted into House Ishara in CH 28, 1st Named Chapter 22

Jenna: Runner inducted to House Ishara, Havenstone Acquisitions, Part of the initial Amazon team assisting the Ninja Clans, 1st named CH 30

House JAYA

Charlotte: Havenstone S.D., (Cáel’s security detail) Amazon, Dies assisting Cáel in killing Ajax in Romania, House Jaya, 1st Named Chapter 18

Mona: Havenstone S.D., (Cáel’s security detail) Amazon, (House Jaya ID’d in CH34)1st Named Chapter 18, (identified as Constanza’s foster sister in CH 28)

House MARDA

Kohar Marda: Becomes Head of House Marda when Ursula “Went to the Cliffs” after Hayden’s final act as High Priestess. 1st named CH 26

Ursula: Former Head of House Marda, 1st Named Chapter 5. Hard-liner. Is killed as a traitor the Amazons by Hayden’s last decree

Leona: House Marda, 1st Named Chapter 5. Killed by Hayden for defying the Council’s New Directive.

House MEENAKSHI

Madi: Head of House Meenakshi, 1st Named Chapter 1.

Rhada: Madi’s Apprentice, House Meenakshi, 1st Named Chapter 1. She is the ‘apprentice’ of Madi, thus her designated successor on the Amazon Council. She also develops a convoluted and socially dangerous sexual relationship with Cáel.

House MIELIKKI

Febe: Head of House Mielikki, Introduced in CH38

Caprica Mielikki, Leader of the S.D. group that picked up Cáel on his trip to see Aya at “Camp Sahka Torchlight’. 1st named CH 26

House mardin escort DOBRANI

Messina Dobrani: Head of House Minerva, Fabiola’s Mother, 1st Named Chapter 5

Fabiola Dobrani: Havenstone Executive Services (ES), Daughter of Messina, House Minerva 1st Named Chapter 1. Like her mother, Fabiola is a ‘hard-liner’, believing the Amazons should butcher their old, diseased male population and replace them by kidnapping new males.

House MOOKAMBIKA

No currently Identified members

House RAJAH

Naomi: Havenstone S.D.: House Rajah, 1st Named Chapter 12

House ŠAUŠKA

Troika: Former head of House Šauška. One of the Head of Houses killed my Hayden’s final Act, Formerly Head of Havenstone ‘Diplomatic Corps’, 1st Named Chapter 19

Konstantina: House Šauška, Havenstone ‘Diplomatic Corps’, Identified in CH28

House ŽIVA

Wiesława: Havenstone S.D., House Živa, 1st Named Chapter 22

Amazon’s Without Identified Houses/Havenstone Employees not already identified

*****” St. Marie: Marshal of the Amazon Host, Commander of the Security Directorate (S.D.), Amazon Title “Mistress of the Golden Mare,” Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 13, Cáel calls her Pony Lady though he is forbidden to call her that by Hayden.

Rachel Louis: Amazon Full Blood, Havenstone S.D., (Chief of Cáel’s security detail) House? 1st Named Chapter 18

Tiger Lily: Amazon Full Blood, Havenstone S.D., (Cáel’s security detail) House? Native American of Shoshone heritage, 1st Named Chapter 18

Velma: Amazon Full Blood, Havenstone S.D., (Cáel’s apartment security detail) House? 1st Named Chapter 19

Sabina: Amazon Full Blood, Havenstone S.D., Last surviving S.D. member assigned to Ferko Nyilas’, Cáel’s father. Also the person who ultimately killed him by accident, House? 1st Named Chapter 20

Sophia: Amazon Full Blood, S.D./Senior ‘Camp counselor’ at Camp ‘Sahka Torchlight’. 1st named CH 26

Genève: Amazon Full Blood, Havenstone S.D., Camp counselor’ at Camp ‘Sahka Torchlight’. Introduced in CH26, 1st named CH 27. Younger Sister to Rachel (Cáel’s SD head of security)

Crewe: Amazon Full Blood, Havenstone S.D., House? 1st Named Chapter 2.

Aisha: Amazon Full Blood, Havenstone S.D., Amazon, House? 1st Named Chapter 7

Stanica: Amazon Full Blood, Havenstone S.D., House? 1st Named Chapter 12

Felicité: Amazon Full Blood, Havenstone S.D., 1st Named Chapter 22

Krasimira: Amazon title “Keeper of Records” (AKA Amazon Historian/Legal Arbitrator), Amazon Full Blood, House (?), 1st Named Chapter 16

Tessa Carmichael: Head of Havenstone Human Resources (HR). Amazon Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 1. She is a close ally of Katrina.

Umami Lhasa: Assistant to Tessa Carmichael, Havenstone Human Resources (HR), Amazon Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 1

Farah Winters: Havenstone Human Resources (HR). Amazon Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 14

Rosetta: Amazon Full Blood, a Senior member of Havenstone Executive Services (ES), Amazon, House? 1st Named Chapter 18

Paula Wadena: Havenstone Executive Services (ES.) Amazon Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 1.

Violet Maza: Works for Katrina Love, VP of Havenstone Executive Services (ES). Sister of Traska, Amazon Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 1.

Theresa ‘Tigger’ Castro: Works for Katrina Love, VP of Havenstone Executive Services (ES). Amazon Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 1.

Julian Jameson: VP in charge of Acquisition. Amazon Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 1

Brian Fung: Chinese-American ‘New Directive’ intern.’ Graduated from Harvard. Works for Ms. Julian Jameson, VP in charge of Acquisition. Nick Named ‘The Chinchilla’ by his co-workers, 1st Named Chapter 1. The 3rd “New Hire” to be relocated and reduced to ‘sperm donor’ status.

Olympia Shore: head of the Financial Investigative unit (FI). Amazon Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 1.

Trent Grant: “‘New Directive’ intern.’ Blue blood, Graduated from Carnegie-Melon. Works for Ms. Olympia Shore, head the Financial Investigative unit (FI). 1st Named Chapter 1. It is eventually revealed that Trent lied during the application process, claiming no serious romantic entanglements and not even mentioning his long-term girlfriend, Brooke Lee. He denied her in Katrina’s office and volunteered for the Far East Unit – aka washed out, the 2nd “New Hire” to be relocated and reduced to ‘sperm donor’ status.

Phalli Chandra: VP of International Finance (IF). Amazon Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 1.

Khalid Adzharia: ‘New Directive’ intern.’ African-American, Graduated from MIT. Works for Ms. Phalli Chandra VP of International Finance (IF). The 1st “New Hire” to be relocated and reduced to ‘sperm donor’ status 1st Named Chapter 1.

Tia Pharos: VP of Havenstone Business Management (BM). Amazon Full Blood, House? 1st Named Chapter 1

Felix Melena: “New Directive’ intern.” Salvadoran-American. Graduated from the University of Michigan – Ann Arbor. Works for Ms. Tia Pharos, VP of Business Management (BM) 1st Named Chapter 1. He later gets into a feud with Cáel, seduces Brooke to get back at him then makes a public display of his deed on the main floor of the Executive Office Department. Cáel challenges him to fight and beats Felix in a matter of seconds due to Felix’s overconfidence.

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