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Dropping my bag at the bedroom door, I step into the bathroom to freshen up, not noticing Heather yet. I know she is there…waiting for me. After a few moments I come out and step further into the bedroom to see her relaxing on a massive four poster bed. Propped against the headboard in a sheer black dress complete with matching garters, thigh highs and of course black patent leather 5 inch fuck me heels; I find her watching me. Her ‘Mona Lisa’ smile adding to her air of naughtiness personified. Her hair is swept up and diamonds catch the light at her ears. For all appearances, she looks like a high-class, well paid…whore. Our eyes meet and an instant spark of fiery electricity fills the room. It’s been a month since we have been together but feels like we are just picking up from where we left off.

I walk towards the bar to the scotch and pour two fingers; ignoring her. Heather smells me; the sinful mix of Grey Flannel and a scent that is uniquely mine and mine alone. The combination is intoxicating and one she cannot resist. It caresses her senses.
From the way I’m standing, she has got the sweetest view of that ass she can’t wait to get between her legs. Finally, I turn towards her in doing so the silkiest expanse of skin is exposed where my collar is unbuttoned. The navy trousers and button down blue green striped shirt do me justice. In a word, I look hot and the color combination just magnifies the intensity of those green eyes. Just as I’m about to speak, Heather silences me with her finger over my lips. Then bent her finger beckoning me to come to her.

She smells me long before she touches me, the scent making her wetter. As I move to stand at the edge of the bed, Heather slides her legs to the edge so she is sitting but straddling me between them. She looks up as she slowly unzips me; never losing eye contact. Reaching inside my open fly she feels hard creamy skin with throbbing veins. At last, she has that long hard hot cock in her hand. I look down to watch her lips part; the tip of her tongue, flicking out, to lick that sweet soft slit in the head of my cock. I bury my hands in her hair sinking my cock into her mouth. The groan of pleasure ripped from my lips making her crave me more. I fuck her mouth getting closer and closer until I feel my head at the back of her throat. Locking my gaze, she slowly, deliberately, pulls me down her throat. Heather wants me to feel it; the tight entrance opening for me. The look of lust in my eyes is just too much and she watches me grit my teeth as I cum right there, down her throat.

Heather bayrampaşa escort slowly pulls me out finishing with playful licks and kisses to my cock. ” He missed me.” She smiles. Looking at me, she carefully put her favorite toy away. ” Your dinner’s getting cold. Go eat.” Heather pushes back up on the bed to lean against the headboard crossing her legs at the ankles. ” I’m not going anywhere just yet, baby.” Reaching over, she takes her glass of wine and settles back to let me eat dinner and watch tv. Dinner is relaxed as we chat about work and home. The wine is definitely going to her head and she is getting more and more turned on. Heather sees I’m done as I pour another glass of scotch. She reaches over to the nightstand taking the remote and changes the channel to an adult movie already playing. We come in on a scene depicting a hot little blonde between two cocks; one filling her mouth and the other her cunt. Heather feels herself slipping into that place of being willing to do anything I want.

She is mesmerized as she watches the scene before her. She barely hears my voice ask if she is wet. All she can do is nod. ” Show me.” is my only response. Heather glances over to see me slouch back in the over stuffed leather chair, scotch in hand; my hard cock clearly visible beneath my trousers. She moves down near the edge of the bed and lies back so I have a good view; the wet spot between her legs unmistakable. Lifting one high heeled foot, she props her ankle on the arm of my chair. Spreading her other leg wide, I watch her hands slowly caress her tits. Pulling and pinching her nipples. Heather can only imagine the view I must have of her spread open for me, masturbating while I watch. Not touching her has become impossible as my hand curves around her ankle; gripping her so she feels my growing tension and impatience.

Sliding her hands down her body she eventually pull her black sheer panties to the side revealing her shaved pussy. My eyes are glued on her , drinking in her French manicured nails slowly spreading her lips apart. So pink, so wet, the smell of her sex filling the room. Heather groans at feeling how wet she is. I watch two fingers slip inside her then up to her swollen clit. I watch her fingers fuck in and out of her not long watching is not enough. Trying not to lose her nerve, she turns to watch the video. Suddenly, her attention is riveted by the feel of a cold glass on her inner thigh. She looks down and see me holding the bottle of scotch against her skin. Sitting up to lean beykoz escort back on her hands, she looks down just in time to see me slowly nudge the bottle inside her. Heather watches as I fuck her smoothly shaved cunt with a $300 bottle of scotch. Leaning on one hand, she starts masturbating again.

” Cum for me.” I whisper edging her closer. ” Please.” I whisper. I know she wants it, wants me, inside her. ” Not until you cum for me.” The thought of how erotic this must look is too much and she finally slips over the edge and cum for me. Shaking, groaning…exploding; the bottle slowly fucking her. As she comes down from her high, I slowly slide the bottle out of her. The neck glistening, she watches me take a sip licking the rim of the bottle. Still holding the bottle I kiss her hard. My mouth tastes so good. The mix of scotch on my lips with her juices is intoxicating. Heather tries to pull me down between her legs. Her muffled, ” Fuck me.” escapes our mouths. My laugh is laced with teasing her. I push her to lie back and she gasps as she feels cool liquid spill between her tits. She looks up to watch me pouring scotch on her body.

” Don’t move.” I set the bottle aside and quickly undress. Poised on the bed with a slightly arched back, she feels the sensuous cool liquid set a path down her body to pool at her navel. Watching me watch it slither down her skin tears a desperate groan from her lips. ” I need your mouth on me, please.” I set the bottle aside. Suddenly, that amazing tongue is lapping up the scotch between her tits. She nearly flies out of her skin when she feels me lick at her nipples through the sheer black fabric covering them. Heather’s body arches up off the bed. ” Please, I need to cum again.” ” You’re so fucking greedy. It’s just all about you isn’t it.” Her laugh is cut off short as I drop to my knees between her legs and bite her through the drenched sheer fabric of her panties.

” These have to go.” I state, with a low commanding voice. The room is filled with the sound of sheer material ripping. She groans, “Yes. Yes! Do it.” ” Shut up and hold your legs open wide for me.” She immediately obeys, loving me dominating her.
Like a starved man I eat her pussy. She hears and feels the licking, sucking and teasing bites. ” Fuck, Glenmorangie never tasted so good.” ” Fuck me, please.” She pleads. All she hears is a muffled, “No.” Heather is going out of her mind with wanting me.
Heather feels my fingers tease the hungry entrance of her pussy. Then suddenly they plunge inside. Heather beyşehir escort almost came up off the bed trying to hold herself open for me. Then I pull out to spank her cunt. It’s just sensory overload as I alternate eating her, spanking her and finger fucking her.

” Is this want you want, baby? Me using your cunt for my pleasure?” ” Yes! Yes…please make me cum!” She looks down, loving seeing me there. ” You wanna cum, honey?” ” Yes, please yes!” ” Then fucking cum for me, you slut.” One of my dripping wet fingers slides into her ass. I suck her clit. Another finger pushes inside. Fucking her ass, she explodes; cumming apart. I feel it. I feel her pulsing for me. With my fingers still inside her I move up to kiss her. She licks her juice from my lips. The moment turns somewhat tender as we share her taste. Then my fingers are in her mouth as I watch her licking and sucking them clean. It amazes me what she will do when she is so aroused.

Unexpectedly, Heather slides away from under me to turn over; on her knees. Her ass in the air. ” Fuck me. Give it to me, now!” She tosses over her shoulder; looking back at me. Her big, brown eyes filled with lust. ” You’re such a fucking demanding bitch.”
I slap her ass. My hands dig into her hips and violently I drive into her, to the hilt. Heather drops her head down to the bed to get the best angle. I know she wants me to roughly fuck her deep. Arching her back like a cat in heat I nail the spot. The one that makes her cum over and over. Makes her scream louder and louder. My hand slides up the arch of her back to grasp her hair. I pull hard forcing her head back to look at me. Moving closer, my mouth at her ear. I know how to show her who’s in control. ” You’re so fucking loud. Is it because you just love getting fucked like this or because deep down you’re just a slut?”

” Both,” is her breathless reply. Hearing me talk to her like that does her in and she cums again. I drive all the way into her, digging my fingers into her hips and pulling her hair. ” Fuck you’re going to make me cum.” “You want it bitch? You want my cum in your pussy?” ” Do it! Yes, do it. Fuck me, fuck me. Fill me up.” And then she feels it…me cumming deep inside her. Filling her.
We both collapse to the bed. I move my weight off her to lie next to her, my thigh over hers and my arm around her waist.
” That was amazing,” She says turning slightly to look at me. I rest for a moment caressing the smooth curve of her upturned ass and whispers, ” That ass is mine in an hour.” Playfully slapping her ass I get up for a quick shower. Heather goes in after me and when she comes out I’m in bed naked and looking well-fucked. Exhausted, she lays next to me. After a few moments she hears, “Come here,” as my arms pull her against me. We both fall into a spent sleep.

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It’s supposed to be the best years of your life but my first year of University started off rough. I was disowned by my family. They didn’t understand my desire to go to school for the arts. My father said that majoring in English Literature meant nothing. I could already read so why pay thousands of dollars to get a piece of paper that said I could. They wanted me to settle down, find a man that could help my father out with his plumbing business but I was determined to go. They said they wanted nothing to do with me if that was the road I chose to take and so I was moving to the city alone.

The first problem was of course money but so many problems spurred off of that. First and foremost I had nowhere to live. I made friends with a security guard when I first visited the school and she let me stay on residence, which was used as a hotel until the school year started. I found myself a job at one of the local Mcdonalds and started saving up. Even with skipping meals so I could save more money I knew there was no way I could afford to live on res. That’s when I started apartment hunting.
A place of my own would have been ideal. I longed for the independence being away from home gave me but single bedroom apartments were running upwards of 650. It was way out of my budget so I looked at renting a room from a family. I spent every night on the school computers looking up rental rooms praying for something cheap enough.

It was the wee hours of the morning, about 2 weeks from the beginning of the semester when I found a rather ambiguous ad. It was vauge, but revealed enough to pique my interest

“CHEAP ROOM FOR YOUNG FEMALE STUDENT. WE INCLUDE EVERYTHING”

It had just been posted bahçelievler escort so I dialed the number on the site. This had been the routine for the past month. Often times I was too late so I wasn’t taking any chances.

A man picked up on the second ring. His voice was deep and gruff and slightly unsettling.

“Hello?”

“Good evening sir, My name is Rebecca Fitch I’m sorry to call so late but I was hoping I could speak to someone about the room you have available?” My words tumbled out as nerves got the best of me. The deadline was drawing close. I needed a place as soon as possible.

“Uhhhh yeah. Dave here. My wife is makin me hold interviews tomorrow morning. Can you make it?” I eagerly agreed and wrote down the address. I realised after I had hung up that I didn’t know how much “cheap” was. Oh well something to discover in the morning.

The next day I stood in front of a rundown house on the outskirts of town. The bus stop wasn’t too far and I got free fare since I was a student so the location -while inconvenient- didn’t bother me. I knocked on the door and a young man opened the door. He had thick curly brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. He looked to be about my age. It didn’t take long to realise I wasn’t the only one checking out the new person. His eyes ran up and down my body, never meeting my eyes. I suddenly became conscious of how my clothes draped around my figure. The ill fitting low cut tee shirt kept dipping a bit too low showing a flash of my black bra that supported by c cup tits. I had lost a lot of weight since moving here 2 months ago so nothing fit properly. My pants were a few sizes too big and I was worried he would notice their tendency to slide down as I walked. My brown hair lay around my shoulders, framing by big green eyes but his bakırköy escort eyes never reached that high.

“I’m here about the apartment?”

He nodded and gestured inside. Finally prying his eyes off of me to turn and walk into the house. I took that as my cue to follow him.

I followed the young man into the living room where another man was sprawled out on the couch. He too failed to make eye contact, instead staring at my chest.

“My wife had to go to work but you can go see the room. It’s at the end of the hall.”

I was startled at his informality but gladly walked down the hall, escaping the prying eyes of the men. The room was perfect. It had a big bay window that took up most of the wall, a small desk, dresser and bed were all that were in the room.

“Rent is 150 all inclusive. Food, internet, everything” I was startled to say the least at the voice behind me. I jumped and quickly composed myself. I didn’t like the family but at this point I needed a place and 150 was the cheapest I’d found anywhere.

“Really? I think I’m interested in it”

The man smiled and said “Well then come sign the papers. And hurry it up I have places to be.”

I couldn’t believe he wanted me to sign already. He didn’t know a single thing about me nor did I know much about the apartment. “Oh well is it a full year lease? I don’t have anywhere to go during the holidays so…” he nodded with a smile and I shifted uncomfortably. Something just made me queasy here and if I weren’t so desperate I might have taken it slower but my hand grabbed the pen signed the paper. “When can I move in?” I asked tentatively

“Now” he said gruffly. Joel can drive you to pick up your stuff.

I didn’t have much stuff so it took no time at all to pack up and place my suitcase in başakşehir escort the car where the young man was waiting for me. I made him stop by the bank so I could get $300. Nothing had been said about first and last but I assumed that was what was expected. There wasn’t much talk between me and the boy. He spent more time on his phone texting then looking at the road.

I dropped my stuff off and ran out the door. I was late for work and had to catch the next bus. I had waited only long enough to hand Dave the rent money and make sure the door would be unlocked when I came home that night. After assuring me it would be I left for work, soon casting the strange living predicament I had gotten myself into.

I came ‘home’ well after midnight. It had been a long shift and I was so tired. The door was open and I eagerly closed the door to my room, stripped down to my underwear, too tired to find my pj’s in my bag and curled up into bed, drifting off almost immediately.

A heavy weight on my body woke me up. A hand clamped over my mouth and another pushing my bra up was the first thing that I noticed. Dave straddled my waist his heavy form pinning me to the bed. It was dark but I could feel his hot breath on my neck, and fingers pinching my nipples. I tried to buck my hips, to throw him off but he was too heavy and I ended up just grinding my hips into his crotch. Reflexively my hands went down to push his hips away. I grabbed something long, thick and warm. It took a moment to grasp that it was his cock I had wrapped my fingers around. I heard his chuckle and I let a muffled yelp of disgust before jerking my hands away. “I knew you wanted this you whore” he mocked. My nipples were hard from fear and the mauling was making them incredibly sensitive. His hot tongue ran its way up my neck and circled my ear. I tried shaking my head to wake up from this nightmare but the tongue continued exploring my body. There was no escape. The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing and the occasional moan of pain from me when Dave squeezed too hard. This could not be happening.

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It is ten-o’clock in the morning when Melissa’s text came through on my cell phone. I had just arrived at my office. ” I need to come see you immediately,” was all her text message said. I had a second date with her yesterday. Melissa left sore and bleeding from rough sex including first time anal, she indicated she needed to recover before seeing me again. ” What’s up?” I text back. Her reply is instantaneous: ” I said I NEED to come see you now.” I text back: ” Meet me at this address.” Melissa arrived at the motel and knocked on the door. I open the door letting her in. Melissa had decided she would let me have a few thrusts then stop and leave.

I can’t resist checking out Melissa again sexy 5’2″ dark haired single 35 year old. She is very attractive. Melissa has a beautiful slender petite body and she kept it that way from working out. She weighs around 120 pounds. It i her firm, well-toned body with nice medium tits that caught my eye the first time I saw her picture. She has a great heart shaped tight virgin ass, the kind you want to grab every time you walk by her and her legs are toned. Melissa is wearing a tight pair of jeans with a tight, silky, white button up blouse that is a little too tight, which made her blouse gap open between some of the buttons exposing some cleavage. Melissa looks at me giving me a knowing smile. I smiled. ” Hmmm,” Melissa thought, ” John is checking me out again.”

” Can I have something to drink before you get started?” Melissa asked. As she talked with me, Melissa found she is mentally undressing me, it is so embarrassing, yet she can’t help herself. It has been just one day since our second date when I brutally fucked her pussy and ass leaving her sore and bleeding. eTo her embarrassment, her eyes keep drifting to my enticing monster bulge in the crotch of my pants. I took two long necks out of the small fridge and popped them open handing one to Melissa. ” Let’s talk on the bed, Melissa”. We sat down on the end of the bed, drank our beer and made small talk. I asked Melissa, ” Something’s on your mind Melissa. What is it?”
” What’s what? ” Melissa replied, blushing. ” Aha,” I grinned, ” I knew it! There is something on your mind. You’re blushing. What are you blushing about?” Oh, no, she can’t. How could she tell this stranger that she’d been constantly horny for him the past twenty four hours and it is getting worse? ” Thanks, John,” she sighs, ” but it’s private. Personal. I don’t think I’d be comfortable discussing it with you.” ” Remember what I told you after our second date, you will be wanting my monster cock again.”

” Yes, right.” Melissa replied nervously. I said gently, ” I know you’re horny, Melissa. Your pussy is still sensitive and sore but not bleeding and your ass is sore but not bleeding.” ” John!” Melissa gasped, ” You shouldn’t be talking to me like that. I don’t know you.” ” No, oh… John, we have to stop.” she said unconvincingly, ” I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s not right. I should not have text you.” Suddenly I removed her clothes and the flimsy fabric of her panties is nudged aside and I shove three fingers deep into her semi sore sensitive sex-deprived cunt. The penetration did her in. I then slip my free hand down inside her moist panties. Now I cup her naked pussy, squeezing and releasing in a deliciously satisfying rhythm. Melissa’s quivering cunt filling my palm with thick molten cunt-juice. She simply can’t resist the pleasure. Digging her nails into the bed, she begins to pump her hips up at me in a helpless, needful fucking motion.
” I figured you’d like that better, Melissa!” I grin lewdly. ” Ohhhhhh, God, yessss!” Melissa moans. I’m fingering her hot, juicy cunt faster and faster, working her into a frenzy of lust. Her hips are heaving and writhing, she is clawing the bed. Her pretty features are contorted with lust. She is close to forgetting all about the brutal fucking last night, and maybe that is why she didn’t protest when I use my free hand to slip off her panties and toss them away out of reach. ” OHHHH, God!”, she cries as she bucks, writhes and jerks her naked hips in a helpless fucking motion, her luscious tits jiggling enticingly. Wantonly, she heaves her horny little cunt up and down on my fingers grinding her clit against my hand, desperate for more delicious sensations. I thrust my thick fingers hard and deep in her steaming cream-filled pussy, feeling the inside of her cunt, scalding hot, slick with juice, and velvety smooth. Her cunt is really tight, gripping and squeezing greedily at my fingers. Melissa is wildly horny at this point.

She considers the situation she is in and rationalizes a bit further. She is only letting me finger-fuck her cunt. Surely she will be able to stop me before anything really naste happens. Just a little while longer and she will stop me. She can’t get over how wonderful it feels having my fingers cramming her starved little pussy, pistoning inside her. Just a little while longer until I make her come. She will let me finger her horny cunt to orgasm and then end this, she can’t never allow me to fuck her again, no matter how much she secretly desires having my hard monster cock stretching out her pussy and soothing her fire. She just needs release! ” Now here’s something I know you’ll love, Melissa,” I said. My thick my middle finger plunging it into the little hole at the very center of her pussy. I then bent it into a hook and begin rubbing her G-spot. I twirl my fingertip around teasingly, as Melissa groans with need. She jerks her hips up at my frantically, trying to impale herself on my finger.

” Oh, god, oh, please, please,” she whimpers. ” Yes, Melissa, I’ll do whatever you want,” I replied with a leer, ” only you gotta tell me. Tell me exactly what ataşehir escort you want me to do.” Melissa reddened. It is so outrageous for her to be telling a strange man, in graphic terms, how to get her off. Yet she has to cum, or she’d go crazy with lust. She swallows her pride and forgot her principles. Nothing matters except the urgently needed orgasm. She has to have it, no matter what the consequences! ” Stick your finger in me deep, John.” she whimpers, ” deep in my pussy! Give me all of it!” ” You got it, baby,” I smile. ” Unnnnhhhh, yesssss!” Melissa moans. She arches her back to take it, wanting my hard thick finger as deep as she can get it. She soaks it with thick hot cream, and the pearly liquid overflows her cunt and runs down the crack of her ass onto the mattress. That thick hard presence feels so good in her fever-hot cunt. She whimpers with bliss as I shoved my finger all the way into her grinding my palm against her sensitive clit. ” You got it now, Melissa,” I said hoarsely, ” you got it all. Now what do you want?”
I know perfectly well, Melissa realized, but I wanted to hear her say it. She has no choice. She has to have this orgasm. She is going out of her mind with lust and need.

” Fuck me with it, baby,” she sobs. ” Make me come with your nice hard thick finger.” ” I will, babe,” I replied with a triumphant grin. I start pistoning my thick finger hard and deep into her juice-drenched pussy. With each thrust of my finger my palm slaps up against her hungry, protruding clit sending waves of pleasure through her body. Melissa claws the bed and wails with its amazing satisfaction. This is the sensation she’d been craving ever since last night, a nice thick hard object pistoning in her cunt, cramming and reaming. She feels herself hurtling effortlessly towards orgasm. ” Ohhhhh, yes, baby, that’s it,” she moans, ” Keep doing that, don’t stop. Make me cum!” I leer down at her as I work my finger fast and deep into her tight, hot little buttery pussy. I’m fantasizing that she is taking my cock, not my finger again. As I imagined her wailing, moaning and writhing in ecstasy from my monster cock, my cock growing harder. In seconds it is rock hard, fully engorged and painfully ready for action. Melissa has her head back, eyes closed, enjoying the finger-fucking. She is getting very close to her impending orgasm.

As I continue to finger-fuck her, I reach down with my free hand and undid my pants and pushing them down freeing my monster pulsating cock. She is hot and ready now, last night she was not hot and ready when I brutally fucked her. My cock is hard as steel, and I’m running out of patience. Suddenly I pull my soaked finger out of her cunt and roll on top of her. ” J…John, w…what…” Melissa opens her eyes gasping. ” Ohhhhh, noooooo! John, stop! No…no…no…not again…it is to soon.” By the time she recovers from her surprise, it is too late. Suddenly, I’m naked on the bed with her and I’m on top of her, my monster cock is engorged and throbbing angrily between her legs. I’m between her wide spread thighs, and my big cock head is sliding up her wet cunt. My cock looks about a foot long and Melissa gasps as she feels the huge, hot head touching her aching sore pussy lips. She looks down helplessly as I push forward positioning the tip at the entrance of her tiny, drooling tight bruised pussy.

She watches with a mixture of fear and lust as I position myself between her wide spread thighs preparing to thrust my cock into her drooling pink slit again. The hard purple cock knob pops into her gooey pussy. My face is red, my voice hoarse, as I slam my hard cock into her tight bruised little pussy again so soon. Melissa’s head spins as she realized I’m going to be fucking her again. She also realized that she is taking a monster cock in her horny bruised cunt for the second time in twenty four hours, and it feels so damn good! Yet she still tries to tell me to be gentle, but when she opens her mouth, nothing came out but a moan. She glances up at me. My rugged features are a cruel mask of lust as I triumphantly grin lewdly down at her. She threw back her head moaning in ecstasy.

I’m in heaven. Her cunt is as deliciously tight around my cock as it had been around my finger. It feels silk-lined, slippery, and hot as a furnace. As I sink into her, those satiny walls tugging and sucking at my long, thick shaft like a hot little mouth as I slam my cock to the hilt in Melissa’s famished cunt. I grunt, coming down hard, nailing my immense cock all the way into the vise like grip of her cunt. For a moment I lay still on the small petite sexy woman, enjoying the pressure of her pussy walls as they cling needfully to my cock. I feel her grip me with her cunt muscles as if she is trying to milk my huge cock. Melissa has lost control of the situation but she believes she can control me. She is sure I will pull out at the last minute. But the ramming of my cock, the thrusting and grinding in her pussy and the stretching of its lips like before, the slapping of my balls, and the sheer indecency of getting fucked like a whore in a motel by a stranger is turning her into a slut.

” Ohhhhh, God, yessss! Fuck me!” Melissa wails. ” Fuck me with your monster cock, baby!” She has tried to contain her wild excitement as I slam my rock-hard cock into her and begin fucking her in rough hard thrusts, but it is no use. She needs to be fucked so badly, needs to feel my cock as deep thrusts into her cunt. She needs this again, no matter how painful it is. She needs to feel the satisfyingly monster cock rubbing the inner walls of her creaming, horny cunt. She loves the feeling of having my painfully hard thick cock driving into her savagely reaming, and scraping avcılar escort the walls of her pussy. She is proud of her small petite body and knew that it would make me horny again to give her the savage fucking she needed again. Melissa gave up and went with her horny instincts, arching her body up to take my long, pistoning cock as deep as she can get it, bucking her hips up to my rapid hard rhythm. I relentlessly spear my monster hard thick shaft into the gushing depths of her pussy. Her frantic sucking rhythm spurred me on. I’m ramming her pussy as fast and deep as I can, stretching her tight channel. Her tightness sheathing and unsheathing my skewering cock. Her wet, bald pussy pulsing and quivering, gushing juice onto my cock, milking the belly-probing hardness of my cock.

” Fuck my pussy, fuck my tight pussy!” Melissa groans. I look down, watching my cock thrusting in and out of her hot cunt. My cock is covered with her pearly cunt cream and blood. Her cunt is pulsing uncontrollably, gripping and sucking the throbbing shaft of satisfying cock meat. Again and again the monster cock slams into her, stretching her bald buttery slit every time I ram my huge cock into the hilt. Melissa’s cunt now clings to my stroking cock with vise like tightness, nursing every inch of the steel hard shaft. Her pussy is so horny and twitching that she can’t think of anything else but getting fucked. She needed a long, savage fucking now, so she can cum on my huge cock.

She threw her arms around me clinging to me, slamming her hips up against mine, keeping her thighs wide open. She wants to be fucked as deep and hard as possible. She wants to be crammed full with cock, fucked till she can’t take another stroke. She is totally starved for my cock, so starved that she is prepared to forget the horror of her last time with me, in order to enjoy the fucking she so desperately craves. Her body is writhing and bucking in perfect rhythm with me, and she is wailing her delight as I hammer my hard cock into the depths of her hot, grasping pussy. ” Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Oooooooohhhhh, baby, fuck meeeeeeee!” she wails. She wraps her legs around my back, bucking up fast and hard.

” Fuck my wet pussy, fuck me!” Melissa locks her arms around my shoulders, hugging me tight, gasping and squealing, raising her ass off the bed in a frenzy of passion. ” Harder! You’ve got me so horny! Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, I’m going to cum! Fuck me God damn it! Fuck my pussy hard! I’m cumming! Yes! I’m fucking cumming!” I slide my enormous cock out of her stretched, creamy cunt slit with a lurid plopping sound leaving a very wet gapping pink hole behind. ” NNNOOOOO!” Melissa screams. ” John! What … what are you doing that for, John? Unggh! Unnggh! Put it back in! Hurry! Oh please put it back in and fuck me! Please John, I really need to cum bad! I’m so fucking horny!” She spreads her legs wider and is thrusting her swollen, wet pussy hole at my cock trying in vain to get it back into her horny cunt. Her pussy is so wet and she wants to be fucked so badly! ” I don’t know Melissa. I’m not sure that you really want my big cock.”

” Don’t tease me John! Oh God yes I want your big cock! I love having my horny cunt stretched around it! Fuck my pussy John, fuck my tight, wet pussy with that big, hard cock! Please, oh please fuck my horny, juicy cunt!” Melissa whimpers putting her hands on her steaming pussy, desperately finger-fucking her wet cunt and rubbing her fat little clit. She rubs her clit fast making little slapping sounds as her fingers fly across her it. Her pussy is screaming to be fucked by my hard cock. Shamelessly, Melissa keeps finger- fucking, beating off her horny fuck hole as she thrust her abused, aching pussy at my cock. ” My, my Melissa. You are such a little slut.” I said as I begin jacking on my cock, watching her hands between her thighs, as she rubs and fingers her wet pussy. Her fingers are going in and out fast making little slurping noises as they slip between her slippery pussy lips, I smell her need. ” You little whore, I’ll bet you don’t think about anything but cocks all day long. Look at me you little slut, look at me and tell me what you need.”

My words made her feel like even more of a slut looking up at me as shamelessly, she finger fucks her juicy little cunt. She lay beneath me with her legs wide apart; her cunt is obscenely exposed as she works her messy wet cunt with uncontrolled lust. Melissa finger-fucks her pussy in a frenzy; she is alternating between strumming her swollen clit and darting her fingers in and out of her cunt. She is, going out of her mind with the need to be fucked. ” Do you want it slut, do you want to feel my cock back inside you? Tell me slut! Tell me what you’ll do to get my cock back into your horny fucking hole!” My words excited the normally reserved woman. ” I’ll do anything! I need you. I really need you to fuck me now, John, please, fuck me.” She begs. ” I wanna be used, I’m your little slut, your little fuck whore! Fuck me John! Do whatever you want to do to me! Please John, I’m on fire! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me!” ” You want my big cock you dirty whore, you little slut! You like this, you little slut, don’t you? You like begging for my cock, don’t you slut! Here it is slut, if you want me to fuck you then put it in.”

She’d fantasized about this several times while masturbating alone, about being treated like the slut she really was. Impatiently Melissa reaches down, grasping my cock directing my cock knob to her pussy. With one hand she guides my cock to her wet, slippery pussy fitting the spongy tip of my steel hard thick cock between the pouting petals of her very tight buttery cunt. She feels the thick meaty cock boring into her, spreading alanya escort open her pouting pussy lips around the invading thickness of my cock. I watch her wet pussy lips as they suck my cock in deeper and deeper, pulling my cock blissfully deeper into her juicy little cunt. ” Oh my god John, please, fuck me now, do me hard,” Melissa said, breathing rapidly, wrathing and bucking, fucking her horny, itchy pussy onto the satisfying hardness of my cock. She whimpers with pleasure as my long throbbing cock gradually stretches and fills her cunt, her tight pussy soaking my hard shaft with her hot juices. I’m all the way inside her, buried to my balls in her cunt. Melissa felt this stuffed with my hard cock on our second date.

Then I pull out, withdrawing until only the crown of my bloated, dripping hard-on distended Melissa’s pussy lips. She whimpers in frustration. Then she shudders as I come down hard, spearing every inch of my huge pole into her pussy. Melissa screams and is bucking up like the sex-starved woman she is, her tits bouncing and quivering as she fucks her pussy onto my cock. I met her rhythm, relentlessly I work my hips between her thighs, grunting as I rammed my giant, arrow-like cock into the gooey depths of her sucking pussy, slamming my cock deeply into her buttery, sucking cunt. ” Fuck me,” she pants. ” Hurry. Fuck my cunt! Oh, god, do it harder, fuck my ravashed cunt as hard as you can! I’m a slut for your cock! Fuck my wet cunt.”

Her words are driving me to slam my cock into her tight juicy cunt. Taking a tight grip on her hips, I’m slamming into her harder and faster. Melissa responds with wails of delight. I feel her clasping cunt soaking my pistoning cock with spurts of pussy-juice. Melissa moans and bucks her pussy up onto my cock with eager thrusts. I’m nailing my immense cock into her clinging, throbbing pussy and she is wrathing and heaving like a bitch in heat, frantically slaming her tight, wet pussy onto my thrusting cock. ” That’s it slut, slam your pussy onto my cock!” ” Unnnnhhhh, yes, baby, fuck me hard,” she moans, ” fuck my slut pussy, John! I’m so fucking horny now! Fuck me, fuck me!” Melissa’s eyes rolled, then close tightly, as she feels herself rocketing toward an intense orgasm. Melissa wants to go on feeling this steel-hard cock slamming in her cunt forever. She felt a massive climax starting in the quivering depths of her pussy and it radiated out to shake her whole body. Her pulsating cunt gripped and sucked at my hard cock, soaking it with hotly gushing cream. She is so highly aroused, it seeps out of her tightly crammed pussy and ran down her inner thighs.

” Ooooooh, John, I’m coming, baby! Oooooooh, Yeeesss, cummmmmiiinnngggg! ” she squeals. I stare down at her as I feel her tight cunt convulse around my pistoning cock. Her curvy little body bucking and shuddering as the hot orgasmic spasms rip through her. Her cream bubbles up around my cock and her cunt went into contractions, squeezing me hard, the narrow pink walls gripping and contracting around my huge cock. I didn’t come with her. My staying power is longer. This is soo good! As Melissa came down from her intense climax, she is shocked to feel my cock as hard as ever in her cunt. Her hot little pussy still isn’t satisfied. She is greedy for more, and I’m ready to give it to her. She writhes her pussy on the impaling hardness of my thrusting cock. ” Mmmmmm, yessss” she moans, ” fuck that big fat prick into me, baby! Give your cock whore every inch of your long, hard cock.”

To make sure she got every inch of it, Melissa threw her legs up over my shoulders, completely opening herself to me, and then she pushes her legs up higher, completely opening her gooey pussy for the womb-reaching thrusts of my cock. My primal rage is unleashed after watching her cum on my cock again. I slam into her savagely, thrusting my cock into her like there is no tomorrow. My balls slapping loudly against her ass, and the impact of my brutal thrusts rocks her body, slamming her blushing little ass into the bed. Melissa claws the bed sheets and held on tight, gasping and moaning with pleasure. I’m slamming into like a pile driver, my cock throbbing inside her, my cock head battering her cervix with every stroke. ” Ooooooh, honey, yesssss,” she cries, ” I love it, don’t stop… fuck me like that. Yeahhhh, real hard! Pound my cunt, baby… fuck it in there! Uhhhhhhh, Goddd I want to be fucked like this forever!”

” Fuck my cunt, lover, fuck my cunt!” She wraps her thighs together high across my back, holding me close, shuddering as my cock impaled her hard and deep. She has never felt so desperate for the feel of a cock inside her in her life, she desperately wants every inch of my nine inch cock ramming into her, filling her cunt to bursting. Her cunt is throbbing uncontrollably, sheathing and unsheathing the skewering shaft. I slide my hands down, clawing the sides of her ass cheeks. I’m laying on top of her sweat-glistening body, ramming my cock into her punishing her with the steely hardness of my cock.

She grimaced, her face contorting with raw passion, twisting her head dazedly from side to side on the bed. Her pussy is sucking and throbbing, and she knew she is on the verge of a massive orgasm. Then she is bucking up in a frenzy abandoning all control as she feverishly pistons her pussy onto the steely hard shaft. Her ravished slit, the bare lips throbbing with pain as the hard in and out thrusts continue. Melissa can tell I’m close to cumming. I’m grunting as my cock is swelling bigger, getting harder as it buries itself all the way in her. She looks up at my lust-contorted face realizing that I’m about to shoot my load into her unprotected womb. take it out,” she pants, ” don’t come inside me,” she adds quickly, ” I’m not on the pill. Take it out John!” Stream after white stream of cum fills Melissa’s pussy. It splatters against walls and her cervix. Melissa looks up at me, ” Oh God no…no…John.” We lay there gasping for breath.

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“Wake up, little man.” Fingers snapped in my ear and I opened my eyes to find myself with a killer headache and in an unfamiliar place. When I sat up slowly, I blinked in surprise as I seemed to be lying upon a lush circular bed with nary a stitch of clothing upon me.

“Ummm.” It was the first thing that popped into my head as I looked around me. The room was gold. No, really. Gold. From the ceiling to the floor, it was completely layered in gold. Gaudy was the term that came to mind and when I saw the owner, I had to do a double-take. She had gold-sprayed hair that she wore in little ringlets that nearly touched the golden-carpeted floor. Her skin was tinged in yellow, eyes slanted marking her Asian; and holy wow was she lovely.

“Welcome to my bed,” I got a good look at the little golden teddy she wore; it was so very sexy. My head knew I should have started to become aroused, but my body did not comply and so I sighed softly. She sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at me with a glint of playfulness. The woman placed a hand on my shoulder and began to caress me, slowly making her way down my body with her fingers.

“A red-head. I like red-heads.” When her eyes graced the curly red hairs surrounding my limp penis, she smiled widely, showing teeth. “I really like red-heads. Or should I say, red-hairs.”

I felt sorry for myself when she put the shriveled organ into her heavily-lipsticked mouth and began to try and suck me off. This was one of those moments I truly wished I were a normal man so that I could enjoy the pleasure she was offering me. But then again, why was she trying to pleasure me? What was her motivation?

“What’s your deal?” Her tone became arrogant as if she expected me to be squirting my marching soldiers down her throat already. I shrugged at her and became a little snippety.

“Perhaps I don’t like the idea of some skanky Curser with a gold fetish trying to get me off without my permission.” Might as well give her the impression I was in control of my body. That was the wrong thing to say as she doubled her effort, stripping her teddy from her voluptuous body to reveal twin peaks of glory and a matching hairless slit. If I only could become aroused, I’d be there and gone by now. Her body was definitely hot and I thought perhaps I would have greatly enjoyed what she was obviously offering me, had I been able. However, I had slept with a Curser once before and look how that had turned out.

“Hmm, all right then. Perhaps it is time for a little assistance.” She stood slowly, giving me a wonderful glimpse of her fine derriere as she climbed out of the bed and went to the tiny signaler on the wall.

“Come, Shasha.” She purred into the communication device and within moments, one of the doors to the suite opened and the blonde who had brought me to her mistress entered the lavish room. The peroxide blonde, Shasha, wore a golden robe that clung in all of the right places and I was truly regretful that I could not achieve a hard-on. I’d be in manly man heaven right about now if so.

“This impudent man thinks he can withstand my charms, Shasha. What do you think about that?” The Asian chick crossed her arms, the nipples of her chest raised as if insulted along with their owner, and the newly summoned blonde glowered at me as if I had just committed the worst crime of the century.

“Sorry, not into the whole gold thing.” I commented snidely, which made the two women frown and look at me as if they were about to scratch my eyes out. The Asian mistress turned to Shasha and held out her hand, pulling the woman to her. They began to make out, which intrigued me. Soon, the blonde’s robe fell to the floor revealing the tiniest thong I had seen worn on any female as well as the largest breasts I’d ever seen with my own two eyes. The make-out session was becoming intense, with each beginning to suck and nibble on the others tongue, neck and downward.

When the mistress pulled her minion onto the bed with her, I made room and said, “Don’t let me get in the way.” I sat cross-legged on the bed as the blonde began to slide down her mistress’s body, licking and slurping as she went until she put her tongue on the woman’s clit and began to lick, while almost cruelly twisting her mistress’s nipples. The lickee began to groan and buck, thrashing and moaning and I looked down and sighed at my lack of erection.

“Someone please shoot me now.” I wanted to cry. My ego was bruised and busted and I hung my head in shame. Nothing, not even a beautiful woman getting tongue-sexed while the minion fingered her, could get me going. After the mistress had clearly achieved her orgasm, she sat up with a large grin on her face, lustfully looking my way until she parted my legs and saw I had nothing for her.

“How is that possible?” The woman asked incredulously. The blonde stared along with her mistress in shock, shaking her head in amazement. Mistress stood and ordu escort went to the communication device, chirping something it in so fast I could barely understand.

And that’s when a tall, platinum blonde man entered wearing only a golden pair of boxers. Was I about to watch a threesome? Man! If only…

“Cythe, please pleasure him for us. Clearly he prefers men.” The red-lipped mistress grinned evilly at me and I cringed at the thought of having another man suck me off.

I scooted back on the bed, but realized it put me in the good position for him to take me into his mouth and as he slid his boxers off of his finely sculpted body, I gasped at his man meat. It had to be at least eight inches and thick from tip to base. It put my tiny rod to shame. I sighed sadly, bitterness filling me when I realized that he was hard simply from the thought of obeying his mistress. It wasn’t fair!

When he began to climb upon the bed, eyes on my limp penis, I groaned and scooted as far back as I could go. The guy grasped my left ankle, intent on pulling me to him and I knew I had to act fast. So, I did what anyone in my position would do — I thrust my free leg at him with all of my strength, the heel of my foot crunching squarely in his face. He let out a cry, releasing me, as blood began to spurt from his nose.

“You bwoke my nodez!” His words sounded a bit nasally as he hopped off of the bed and ran through the door from which he had come, holding on tightly to his sniffer as he did. I looked to the Asian woman, who stood glowering angrily at me and knew I was in serious trouble now.

“Stupid, foolish, bastard human! I give you so many gifts and you kick them in the face, throwing them back at me! Fuck you!” She was shrieking angrily now as she watched with glowing red eyes as I slid off the bed and pulled the guy’s golden boxers up over my sad, soft privates.

“Shall we play a game, little man?” She went to a cabinet and pulled out a small golden case, opening it with a wicked smile. “I am so going to enjoy this.”

Unsure of what she was planning, I ran to the second door only to find it locked. I turned back to her, resigned to my fate. Without her saying another word, she flung both hands at me, hurling small golden objects into the air. It took me a split second to realize the Curser whore had thrown shirukens at me.

Without thinking I attempted to bless them.

“They are so soft.” I spat out as the small weapons flew my way. Nothing happened, of course, except that I had made them extra sharp in my cursing. Unable to stop them with my blessed cursing, I tried to maneuver my body out of harm’s way and failed. Pinpricks of pain shot throughout as the shirukens embedded themselves into me, piercing my shoulder, stomach, and the meaty part of my upper thigh. The last of them nicked my cheek cruelly, landing in the wall behind me. I groaned in agony as blood began to glide down my body from each individual wound and knew she was going to play with me until my body gave out and I died; Cursers were cruel like that. Shasha laughed, clapping her hands gleefully at my torture and began to rub between her legs as if getting off on my pain.

But before the mistress could reach into the case and gather more, a tremendous explosion rocked the building, sending all three of us to the floor. I heard myself groan again when I felt the shirukens dig deeper into my body as I landed. I think I might have passed out, but before the darkness took me, I looked up and saw two male faces staring down at me as they dashed into the room. The last thing I remember was noting that my rescuers had glowing white eyes — Blessers!

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When I opened my eyes what seemed to be only minutes later, I was once again in an unfamiliar place. However, the room that I was in held windows surrounding me on each wall except the side where the door was located, and I knew instantly I was in the Blesser stronghold – Sky City. I lifted my head and groaned at the movement as I looked down to find myself in a large bed, carved with intricate patterns on each post. I was naked except for a white-colored sheet that covered my lower extremities. I saw bandages and realized someone had patched me up for some reason. But who?

I did not have to wait long before the door opened and one of the faces from my dim memory of my rescue appeared before me, closing the white door behind him as he entered.

“How are you feeling?” His voice was soft, kind, and almost feminine as he edged closer to the bed, staring down at my bandaged shoulder and stomach with a concerned look. I was uncomfortable with his gaze until he saw my expression and laughed mildly.

“Don’t worry, man. I’m not like that.” I shook my own head, realizing how stupid I was being. Blessers were strictly heterosexuals and eschewed anything that was opposite of that fact. osmaniye escort Not only that, but they were strictly monogamous too, pairing for life. I once had been a part of that life, so long ago before I strayed. Sighing at how crappy my life had turned out, wishing I had never met Vanessa, I waited for the guy to speak further.

“I am Leo of the Section Larson. You were a Blesser once, right?” I had a rep? Great.

“Yeah. Alex of the Section Stone.” It was all I felt like offering.

“Well, just relax, Alex. You are protected here.” He closed the curtains, hiding the brightness as I studied him. Tall, thin and lanky, he made me look slightly overweight. His brown hair was cropped short and stood like spikes on top of his head. Overall, he was not a bad looking fellow and I wondered what his motive was for rescuing me.

“I will send in Lara to tend to your needs in a moment.” I missed the twinkle in his eye as he exited the room, leaving me waiting for this “Lara” person. I did not have to wait long.

“Hello!” A chirpy voice sing-sanged from behind me and I turned to face a beautiful brunette female as she approached through the door. I had managed to stand, stretching my sore muscles, paying careful attention to not pull at the thigh wound as I did. The white sheet was wrapped around my middle, hiding the important bits of me, but when she saw me standing as such, the girl froze as if she had seen something she should not have. I looked down to make completely certain I was not peeking out and nodded in approval as I was not. Had she never seen a half-naked man before?

“I am Lara. You are Alex.” She smiled as she came closer, almost fighting not to stare at my chest, which made me mildly amused.

“Now that we’ve established who we are, maybe you can tell me why your mate rescued me.” I kept my tone soft, to soften the sting of my words.

“Oh, yes, well, he is my brother actually.” Her brown hair should have been an indication. Hers was waist-length, straight and full, making her look very feminine and quite pretty. I admired her small nose, the way it flared at the bottom when she spoke and the upturned part of it that made her look younger than she probably was. Her luminescent eyes glowed, of course, but they were tilted downward, making her look sad always. Her lips were soft, plump and ripe for kissing. I wanted to reach out and stroke my thumb against them, but of course refrained.

“Alex,” Lara put a hand on my arm, which felt good. Not in an arousing way, since I clearly was incapable of feeling that way, but in a friendly, genteel way. “We know you used to be a Blesser. What happened to you?” Her glowing eyes bore into mine, and I had to look away.

“I made a mistake.” I told her, frowning as I did. I hoped she would not push the envelope, as I wanted to forget that painful part of my life.

“Okay well, listen, my brother found you because he has a crazy notion you can help the Blessers.” Lara did not press me about my loss but told me the information I needed to hear. “We have heard rumors of a Level 5 Curser that is now in existence. We want you to help us find him or her.” I heard myself gasp at her words. Could it be true? A Level 5?

“How? How is it possible a Level 5 exists? Usually they burn themselves out at birth.” I unconsciously tugged at the sheet, wrapping it tighter around me.

“I don’t know. It’s just a rumor and might not be true, but we cannot possibly sit by idle and waiting, in case it is true. You are fully aware of the consequences of a Level 5’s existence, right?” She looked at me, eyes dancing in the dimmed light. I nodded in understanding. A Level 5 Curser could possibly bring down the entire Blesser race and if left unchecked could possibly bring down the entire civilized world as we knew it. “So as soon as you are healed, we’re going to take a team to the surface and find the Level 5. If we have to destroy him or her, if possible, we will. Otherwise, perhaps we can imprison their mind and keep them from harming us.” I knew they would not kill unless it was absolutely necessary, but keeping a Level 5 alive could be deadly. It was said that it would be almost impossible to kill one though, but capturing them would be vital.

“I’m ready now.” I wanted to groan at the pain I was still feeling, but anxious to get started.

“I think you need to heal a little longer.” Lara pulled at my arm, dragging me to the bed and pushed me gently down upon it. “Your wounds were very deep.” I nodded, understanding, but not willing to tell her the depth was my fault for cursing myself with them. I complied, resting my head upon the pillow while she hovered nearby.

“I wish I could bless you into healing, Alex.” I opened my eyes and stared at hers, seeing kindness in her face. I decidedly liked this Blesser.

“Thanks.” I said, smiling at her and closed my eyes once more to sinop escort rest.

It took a few more days for me to heal, and even then I was not ready to fight, per Leo.

He stopped in from time to time to greet me and update me on the Level 5 status and see how my health was moving along.

Lara spent every moment she could with me, playing card games and such, making certain I was never bored. She attempted to tell me of life as a Blesser, forgetting that I was once one myself, but just to hear her melodious voice, I never reminded her of the fact.

I loved it most when she touched me. It was not a sexual type touch, but a friendly touch. It was just what I needed. I could not help but think that perhaps my impotence might not be such a bad thing. I was able to see people as they truly are — having no hidden agendas myself of the sexual nature.

But when Lara began to flirt with me, subtly at first, I could not help but change my mind on the thought. Her hands would linger on my chest a little longer than polite. She would kiss my cheek often, especially when coming or going. And when she snuggled with me one night, I knew it would have been difficult to resist pulling her into my arms had I not been impotent. Her kisses lingered on my lips as she attempted to arouse me, stroking my cheeks, then sides, pushing the sheet down after stripping to her underwear, which was white lace — very sexy and very beautiful on her lithe and sensuous body. But when her hands reached between my legs, I suffered to see the same look in her eye — disappointment as well as pain.

“Look, Lara, as much as I like you…” I grasped both of her hands, pulling them to my chest, keeping her captive so I could talk to her. “I’ve got a slight problem. Okay, it’s actually a rather big problem. You see, when I lost my ability to bless, I also lost my ability to love. Sexually, that is.” I smiled in self-depreciation and sighed lightly as she took a few moments to understand what I was trying to tell her. “I cannot have sex with you. Probably ever.” I gauged her reaction to my words, knowing any sane woman would leave me now. Her snow-ringed eyes held something within them — almost as if a storm was crossing through — and after a few moments, the girl shrugged. Cuddling within my arms, she stroked my chest gently as she spoke to me.

“I don’t care, Alex. I like you. I thought you would be perfect to be my first, but I’m glad you stopped. I’ve already got a mate lined up for me. Leo has seen to it.” Lara glanced at me and then away, a guilty expression on her beautiful face. “I’m sorry, Alex. I was going to use you to get me free of that betrothal.” I hid my pain from her well, which surprised me. I had thought that among the Blessers, I would be safe from manipulation and hidden agendas. I should have known better. I really should have.

“You were going to have me use you up so that your intended mate wouldn’t want you?”

At my question she nodded. “Why?”

“Because I don’t want to have my mate chosen for me. I want to choose him myself!” Her words were emphatic and I could not help but shake my head. Going against the grain was dangerous for a Blesser. The higher-ups tended to not like that too much.

“That’s awfully dangerous, Lara.” I chided her, pointing a finger at myself for being a hypocrite. “You could have been banished to the surface for that. You’d not last two minutes down there. Some Curser would eat you for dinner.” I shook my head in worry for her. “They’d never let you remain conscious but would use your body as their own cruel toy.” I knew my words were hard and frightening, but she had to know the gravity of her desires. She merely shrugged as if what I told her was nothing to the girl.

“Your funeral.” I muttered, but did not let her go. I held her in my arms tightly, keeping the sheet over our now naked bodies. I wondered if she’d let me pleasure her orally. Would it get her in trouble with the mate-to-be, I wondered. I did not want her exiled. A sweet young thing like her definitely wouldn’t last long on the surface, so I opted to behave and just cradled her against me until we fell asleep.

“LARA!” Leo’s voice boomed in my ear the next morning, causing me to groan and smirk in slight amusement when the girl scrambled to get into her clothes without letting her brother see any important parts. His face was a flushed crimson color and after I had decided he had suffered enough, I raised my hands.

“It’s all right, Leo. She didn’t do anything wrong.” I had his attention and he could see the honesty in my eyes. “I just held her during the night. I promise. She’s still chaste and perfect.” I glanced over at Lara, who was now dressed, and winked at her. The girl’s face was pink, the very tips of her ears bright red, but at least she was dressed now.

“Don’t do that again, sister. Got it?” Leo’s voice was venomous and I could not help but wonder if he were angry or if he were manipulative, just like his sister. sighed softly and waited for Leo to calm.

“It’s time, Alex.” The spike-haired man finally stated after gaining control of his emotions. “It’s time to go to the surface and find the Level 5.”

To Be Continued…

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My Mom and the Goblin King CH. 03

Welcome to chapter 3 of My Mom and the Goblin King!

I should say that I had the incredibly misguided idea to write two stories at the same time. I probably won’t be doing that in the future! I know you all were excited for chapter 3 and I was very ready to jump back into it, so here we are!

House cleaning as usual.

Again as a general warning this series will contain some of the following content wise:

Cuckold

Son-Cuck

Monster sex

Cum inflation

Pregnancy

These could expand so if that’s not your cup of tea, fair warning.

All characters represented in this work are 18 years of age or older.

On to Chapter 3!

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10. Time passes, a mother is filled.

Sometimes when a lot of parts are moving, time can kind of fly by. For most people the moving part is going to their 9 to 5 and trying to make a living. For me It’s kind of similar. I got to work and make a living. In my case though I work at a blacksmith shop with a kobold and my commute home is guarded by a massive orc.

It’s been a week or so since my mom’s first show at the inn. She has had a show every other day since. Until tonight I haven’t really attended many of them. Work has kept me busy and tired. Slak has kept me busy and is teaching me more.

I got to work with metal for the first time and I’ll be honest I burned the shit out of myself. One of the few times I’ve seen Slak show much emotion.

“You’ll ignore the burns after a few months” he says with a chuckle. He looks like he took a quick trip down memory lane.

I’m not working on an actual piece for a customer. Just practice on a blade. The basic shape is done but it still has a ways to go. Not even sure if it’s straight to be honest. Slak is a good and patient teacher though. Even if he is busy he will always stop and tell me exactly what I need to do to improve.

He has even increased my daily wage. So I actually have a decent amount of money now. Minus the cost of me and Grimm going to the bathhouse. Grimm always tries to pay but I feel like I can’t let him do that. He already does so much.

I’ve known about my mom’s other sex shows and honestly they are hard to not hear about. She is the big star around town even after only a few shows. One day I overheard an orc talking about one of her latest shows where she went down on four goblins in a row. Taking their loads on her face and tits. I won’t lie, hearing my mom talked about like that got me hard.

The next show was planned at the same inn from the first show. Coming home from the bathhouse I had no intention of going. When I got back to my house though I found a note from Stordo.

“Paid the entry price for the show tonight. Figured you could use an ale and a show after all your hard work.” Signed Stordo.

So that brings us to the present. Sitting in the same inn and nearly the same seat as the first show. The influx of money from my mom’s shows is clearly being used.

Many chairs have been replaced and the inn has had some cosmetic upgrades. There is even another bartender working tonight. My mom has stimulated the economy in a way that I couldn’t even imagine.

Grimm sits next to me as usual. Me and him have started to develop a deeper bond. We don’t talk much but we have a silent way of communicating that works surprisingly well. I’m considering asking Slak if I can make a dagger for Grimm.

The inn is filled with excitement and many creatures wander around. There are a lot more than the first time, even with a higher price for entry. Some of these guys probably spent a few weeks wages on this one event.

In the middle of the room the chair from last time has been replaced by a bed. Not a normal side bed though. It’s probably double the size of a king sized mattress. The legs of the bed look like they are made of super hard wood and are extremely thick. Clearly made to hold a lot of weight.

I’m about to ask Grimm if he wants another ale when I’m interrupted by the ringing of a bell.

“Take your seats! Take your seats! The show is about to begin” a voice yells.

The various creatures don’t waste much time. They shuffle to their seats with ease. I’m kind of surprised there are no fights. When most of the creatures have found their seats I see a familiar face walk to center stage.

Stordo comes out in what looks like a brand new suit. A smile comes across his face as he looks over the crowd. Knowing he is going to make a big stack of coins tonight.

“Welcome! Welcome to another show, boys! We have a good one for you tonight and I promise you won’t be disappointed.” Stordo yells.

The crowd cheers and claps. He doesn’t need to hype them up much at all. They are all ready to go.

“You know the rules! No touching and NO fighting. Tips are very welcome. Now, who’s ready to see our human beauty!” He says with a smile.

The crowd cheers and hollers. Their claps are almost deafening. Stordo smiles tokat escort and signals to a doorman. The man opens the door and out walks an amazing site.

I haven’t actually seen my mom for the past week. I can absolutely hear Stordo fuck her a hundred different ways. But I haven’t had the chance to actually see her. I kind of braced for the worst but am completely surprised by what I see.

My mom walks out to a roar of cheers and claps. Her beautiful black hair is tied up in a ponytail giving a perfect view of her angelic face. She is only wearing a cloth thong. Her DD breasts are on full display, perky and proud. Her tanned Italian skin is perfectly kept. I worried she would look like a used whore but that couldn’t be further from the truth. She is clean and maintained.

She walks to the center of the room and already coins are being tossed. My beautiful mother smiles wide as she walks around the bed. Making sure everyone can see her body from every angle. As she faces away from me I can see her incredible ass on display. The thong draws your eyes in and makes the view even better.

After showing off to the crowd my mom looks at Stordo who nods. She steps up on the bed and a small band starts to play some slow music. The cheers and claps stop as my mom’s body starts to sway to the music.

I watch as she dances and shows her body to all these creatures. They toss money on the floor as she works her body to the music. But all of us in the room know that’s not what we are here for.

The dancing continues and the anticipation builds. I look over and see Stordo look over at someone and nod. Likely signaling the main event. My heart starts to race a bit.

Over the last week or so I’ve grown oddly fond of hearing my mother get her pussy filled every night. It was upsetting at first but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t hot hearing a Milf moan and groan as she’s fucked by a persistent lover. So tonight while I’m not extremely excited, I’m curious to see what’s going to happen to my sexy mother.

After Stordo’s nod I’m shocked by what I see standing up. It took a second for my brain to find the information and being stunned didn’t help. But standing to join my mom on the bed is a lizardfolk.

Lizardfolk look a lot like an exact cross between a human and a lizard. He stands at probably six feet tall and is thin but muscular. His mouth is filled with sharp looking teeth. His scales are a mix of white and a rose red.

My mom smiles as her newest lover starts to approach the bed. Like a well rehearsed play she sits at the edge of the bed and spreads her legs. Propping herself up on her elbows she smiles at her new lover and beckons him closer.

The muscular lizardfolk smiles and approaches my mom. Dropping to his knees in front of her thong covered pussy. My heart is beating so fast at this point. I know everyone in the room is feeling the same way.

Hooking his sharp claw under my mom’s thong with a flick of his wrist the cloth is cut. My mom moans as the thong is tossed away. Revealing her incredible pussy, shaved with a near perfect landing strip.

My mom lays back, she knows what’s coming next. The lizardfolk smiles and licks his lips. His lizard tongue is thick and covered in saliva. So much so that it’s already dripping on the floor.

He leans forward and without hesitation runs his dripping tongue up the length of my mother’s pussy. She nearly screams as his tongue flicks her clit. His sloppy tongue starts to run up and down the length of her pussy.

“Oh god! Oh my god that’s good baby. Lick that pussy.” My mom moans.

The taste of my mom is clearly sweet. The lizard’s eyes are fixated on her and I can tell he wants more. He slows his licks and starts to probe. He’s looking for her tight hole. My mom moans and grips the bed. Tips are rolling in and everyone is clearly enjoying the show.

There is so much thick saliva from the lizard that the bed is already soaked. The creature takes a few tries but finally he hits his mark. Finding her hole he slide his tongue in without hesitation.

“Oh FUCK! That’s so fucking deep. Mmmmm baby I love that tongue. Show me how good you are with it!” My mom says.

The lizardfolk doesn’t need much motivation from her. Her sweet taste is driving him. His tongue has already probed deep but to my surprise he keeps going before hitting a point where he can’t continue. Once he hits that point my mom screams.

Her screams are nearly drowned out by the cheers and coins hitting the floor. The creature eating out my mom starts to slide his tongue in and out of her pussy. Tongue fucking her with his lizard tongue. His saliva makes a mess of the bed and floor.

“Fuck! Fuck! Oh my god that’s so fucking good! Baby don’t stop!” my mom says between moans.

The sound of the lizard’s sloppy tongue filling my mom is incredibly sexy. I try to fight it but it’s hard to not get hard. He continues to probe her deep. The sliding in and out of her has enough force to yozgat escort cause her natural tits to bounce.

My mom grips the bed sheets and the creature groans. The room is excited and cheering. Stordo smiles and watches as my mom gets closer to the edge. Her pussy getting probed deep. Her moans are growing louder and longer.

I look over at Grimm who looks around the room. Sometimes I forget he’s my bodyguard and he has to look for people who might want to hurt me. My gaze is broken when a loud scream fills the room.

“HOLY FUCK IM FUCKING CUMMING!” My mom screams. Her back arches and her legs spread further. She screams again In pure extacy. She goes limp and looks almost like she passed out.

The room cheers and roars which almost can’t be heard over the money hitting the floor. The lizardfolk pulls his tongue out of my mom’s used hole. Saliva streams out onto the floor.

As he stands, the effect of my mom’s body is noticeable. Between his legs is a strange looking site. His cock is long and red, probably nine or ten inches. It’s not super thick but the head is rather large. The skin looks wet and slick. It stands at attention for all to see.

My mom finally stops moaning and after the last jolt of orgasm leaves her she looks up to see her lover’s hard cock. A wicked smile comes over her face as she slides off the bed and onto her knees.

My sexy mother is on her knees in front of a lizardfolk. She takes his slick wet cock into her hand and looks up at him as she starts to jerk him off.

“You made me cum so good, baby. Now I’m going to make you feel really fucking good. I’m going to be your little whore tonight.” My mom says.

The creature smiles and watches as my mom takes his lizard cock into her mouth. My mom is clearly an expert at sucking cock. The lizardfolk let’s out a long groan and relaxes.

She sucks as much of the cock as she can into her pretty mouth. While working the rest of his length with her hand. With her other hand she plays with her tits. Causing her to moan on her lover’s cock.

Looking over the crowd, several have started to jerk off to the show. Seeing my naked mother working a cock makes it hard for them to hold off until the main event. I won’t lie, I’m hard, really hard. But I don’t want my mom to see me touching myself to her. I can’t do that.

With expert skill mom has the lizardfolk moaning and groaning. A deep and long groan escapes the creature’s mouth. After the groan she pulls his cock out of her mouth. Sitting up a little she starts to slap the cock on her tanned tits.

“You want to fuck me baby? You want to make this slutty little pussy yours? Make me a slut baby. Fill me with hot cum.” My mom says. She doesn’t even try to hide her excitement.

The creatures simply nods and that’s all mom needs. She stands up and crawls onto the bed. Getting on all fours she shows her big ass to the lizardfolk and invites him to take her.

“Fuck me baby! Take this whore pussy in front of all these fine men.” She says as she shakes her ass.

The lizardfolk gets on the bed. It creaks loudly but it holds up just fine. He drools as he gets behind my mom and gets ready to take her. I could tell he wanted to take it slow but seeing her pussy ready for the taking was too much.

Gripping her hips carefully so his claws down hurt her. He positions his cock at the entrance of her hole. Once he finds his target he lets loose. Shoving nearly his whole length in one go.

“FUCK! FUCK THATS DEEP!” My mom screams.

“OH BABY TAKE ME!” She moans.

The creature starts to thrust in and out of my mom. Clearly not a gentle lover he doesn’t even bother to let her get use to his size or length. He just starts to piston my mom. Her moans quickly fill the room.

Shifting my view a bit I watch my mom’s big DD tits sway as she’s fucked hard by the lizardfolk. Her face has a look of pure pleasure as the creature’s scaly skin slaps her ass. Each stroke makes her moan.

Gripping her hips harder the lizard starts to fuck her faster. His thrusts turned into a blur. My mom’s words are just barely pushed out between thrusts.

“Oh…oh my fucking god! Take that whore pussy! I’m your little slut! Oh…god! FUCK!” My mom says. Her face is flush and her tits sway all over. The room is filled with pure electric energy.

Creatures from all over the land watch as this lizardfolk plows my mom’s pussy. Orcs jerk off as her ass ripples from the fast thrusts of her lover. Goblins work their cocks to her moans and sweaty body. The sound of their fucking bounces through the Inn. When my mom moans, several men cheer.

I can tell the lizard is getting close. His thrusts get quicker and he pushes as deep as he can. He groans louder and louder. Mom is nearly screaming her lungs out at this point. She attempts to push back into her lover but he’s too fast. She just lets him take her.

Tips hit the floor in a heavier volume. Everyone watching knows what’s going to happen. They zonguldak escort jerk their cocks faster and faster. Anticipating the climax of this sexy show.

“Fill me up baby! Making me pregnant with your cum! I want to be a lizardfolk whore! Fill me up! Fuck me!” My mom screams.

Her lover is sent over the edge by her words. With a hard and deep thrust he pushes into my mom as deep as he can. He lets out an earth shattering roar as his seed fills my mom to the brim.

My mom can’t take it anymore. She shares an orgasm with her lover. She screams and swears as she is filled up with hot cum in front of the crowd. It seems like half of them follow her and cum on the floor.

It takes a moment but the room collectively begins to settle. You can tell a lot of men struggle to catch their breath. I’m stunned by the show. A mix of emotions washes over me. I watch as the lizardfolk’s still hard cock pulls out of my mom. Followed by a stream of thick cum.

The crowd claps and cheers which only grow louder as the muscular lizard man takes my well fucked me in his arms and over his shoulder. Bringing her naked body to the room she came from. Shutting the door behind him. I’m completely shocked and a little bit afraid.

Stordo stands and walks to the center of the room.

“Looks like there is going to be a bit more private second round!” He says.

The crowd laughs and cheers.

“Thank you for coming out tonight! Don’t you dare try to snag any tips on your way out.” He says. Turning to go back to his chair.

The crowd starts to leave and I sit there stunned. Just looking at the door my mom was taken to. My trance is broken by Stordo’s voice.

“Don’t worry kid, I wouldn’t let him hurt her” he says. Now standing in front of me.

“But fucking her is alright though?” I reply.

“You’re not wrong, it’s a weird standard. Why don’t you and Grimm have another ale before you leave?” He says.

“I’m fine, I need to get up early tomorrow. It’s already late” I get up quickly and head for the door. Stordo starts to say something but I ignore it. Quickly leaving the inn.

The walk back is quick but enough time for me to process my feelings. It’s hot watching such a sexy woman get used. But it’s my mom and Stordo doesn’t seem to have any care for her safety. At the same time she seems to genuinely enjoy the whole thing. I don’t know what to think. It’s all just a mess.

Grimm opens the door to my house and I bid him goodnight. Stripping my clothes I fall into bed. I don’t hear them fucking so Stordo and my mom must not be home.

My eyes start to shut as the day settles In. My body relaxes and sleep comes over me like a warm blanket.

11. A Little Warm Feeling

I wake up with a pounding headache. The ale at the inn is pretty strong and the pints can hit me quick. I’m not really hung over but absolutely dehydrated. I get up and grab a glass of water before getting ready for work. Grimm’s knock signals it’s time to go.

Lately on my walk to work I tell Grimm what I’m going to work on today. He just nods and sometimes looks at me when he needs clarification. I tell him that I’m going to work on straightening the sword I’m working on. By the time I’m done explaining it we are at Slak’s shop.

I walk into the workshop and lately I’ve just been getting right to work. Usually I just work on my own stuff until Slak asks me to do something. He’s working on engraving the shaft of an ax when I walk in.

Grabbing my leather gloves and my sword I get to work on my first blade. It’s nice to work in this little workshop. It’s like a little calm in the storm of things going on. I can easily get lost in my work.

Even when it gets loud from shaping blades or sharpening them. You can easily let your mind be free in this little workshop.

Banging on my blade I look down at my work. Holding it up so I can see how I’m doing. There is a very noticeable bulge in the blade. It’s also not straight enough. It’s kind of frustrating having this happen again and again.

“Sir, can I have some help? I can’t seem to get this right.” I say.

Slak turns and without hesitation jumps down from his chair. Putting on a different pair of glasses he comes over to look at my sword. Holding it up he looks it over and studies it close.

“You’re doing better than you think.” He says.

“Really?” I reply.

“Most people would struggle to even get the basic shape of a blade. Here you are extremely close, just need some refinement.” He says.

Slak shows me some areas I can improve. He explains where I need to hit the metal and how hot I need to keep it. His tone is very relaxed. It feels like I’m really learning from a master. The way he teaches me is easy to follow.

He never does the work for me. He explains it and watches me do what was explained. Adjusting things as needed. So he is never really handholding me through it.

After some hard work my blade is coming along nicely. It’s starting to look like an actual sword. It feels so good to see it coming along. Slak just guiding me makes it feel like I’m the one actually making it.

“Thank you so much sir. It’s really coming along.” I say.

“You’re very good with a hammer. You should be proud of that.” Slak says. His voice is warm and he’s clearly proud.

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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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