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I would like to thank Lazlo Zalezac for allowing me to post in his Damsels in Distress universe.

Here I am, lying in a hospital bed thinking for about the hundredth time: ‘just what the hell am I going to do now?’

Maybe I should introduce myself, and give you a little background. My name is staff Sergeant Jacob Thompson USMC. I will soon be medically retired after twenty-three years of service as an expert in special weapons, in the Second Recon Platoon, First Marines. We were on one of those ‘super hush-hush’ missions that no one is allowed to speak of, when we came under heavy fire. Of the eight of us in my squad, only two of us made it out. I’ve been here in Bethesda Naval Hospital for the last four months.

I was hit three times. Two of them were minor, but the third took a chunk out of my right leg and nicked an artery. They said that even though I had nearly bled to death, they had been able to save the leg. However, due to the extensive muscle damage, I would have to be discharged.

What had me worried, was that I had been in the service since I was seventeen years old, right out of high school. The service was all I knew.

In my last year of high school, I had gotten in some trouble with the law. There had been a fight. I knocked the other man down, resulting in him hitting his head on the curb, and splitting open his skull. That put him into a coma. Although the man lived, they said he suffered brain damage.

The judge ruled that since the man was older, and the evidence said that he started the fight, that I was not responsible for his coma. However, since I had been drinking, and since I had been trained as a fighter, I had the choice of either joining the military for four years, or serving that much time in jail.

My father was a Marine Close Combat Instructor. He had been training me, since I had lost my first fight, in the first grade. He didn’t teach combat skills as a sport. He taught how to win.

He had often said that was what he admired most about Bruce Lee. On screen Bruce did the impossible. Off screen, in Martial Arts tournaments all over the “Pacific Rim”, he fought to WIN!

The judge gave me the choice of either joining the military for four years, or serving that much time in jail. To me, it was a NO BRAINER. I was sick of school, and only two weeks until graduation, anyway. My father signed the papers, and I was allowed me to join the Marines just three days after graduation.

I wanted to go right away. Dad told that without my diploma, all I could ever get were shit jobs, even in the Marines. So I stuck it out for the last two weeks, and graduated in the top twenty percent of my class.

My next stop was Parris Island S.C., for basic training. I found that I liked it. As for the other recruits, it seemed as though all they did was bitch about how unfair the Drill Instructors were.

I izmir escort felt right at home. My mother was killed in a traffic accident when I was seven. I was raised by my dad, whenever he was stationed stateside. Dad’s brother (also a Marine) and my Aunt Helen took care of me when Dad was overseas. I guess it was inevitable that I would also become a marine.

On the day we had our first Close Combat Class, the Drill Instructor asked if anyone had any prior training in self-defense. No one answered. I knew, at a very young age, the old adage about never volunteering for anything. I figured he was just looking for a practice dummy. I never thought he would know about the trouble I’d had. Those records were supposed to be sealed, as I had been a minor.

After a couple of moments he said, “Private Thompson, I know that you have had training, and that your training is one of the reasons you are here.”

I just stared at him for a second and then said, “Sir! This private has never had any formal instruction in any fighting skills. Sir!”

“My source tells me that you were in a fight, and that the other man was badly injured, and that you had special training that made you a deadly weapon. Now are you trying to tell me my source is lying?”

“Sir! No, Sir! This Private has not had any ‘Formal Training.’ I was in the fight you mentioned, and the judge sentenced me to either join the service or go to jail … that much is true. But the only training I’ve had was informal training, at home. Sir!”

“And who gave you this ‘informal training’ as you call it, Private?

“Sir! This private was trained by his father, Marine Master Sergeant Jack Thompson; and by his Uncle, Marine Master Gunnery Sergeant Joseph Thompson. Sir!”

“Your Uncle was one of my Drill Instructors. I meet your father on a few occasions. When you write home. Please express my best wishes to them, and to their families. However, even though I know them, don’t expect me to cut any slack with you. In fact, since I now know your background, I’ll expect more from you. Plus, if they trained you, I think we can consider it ‘formal training.’ It’s just not one of those pansy-ass fighting styles,” he said. The look on his face was like he’d just tasted something really bad. “Since you’ve had training in what we are here to do today, I’m sure you won’t mind helping me demonstrate to the rest.”

“Sir! Yes, Sir! How fast do you want to do this demonstration, and how much do you want me to hold back?”

The Instructor said with a smile, “I have been training for many years so go for your full speed. NO kill or permanently disabling blows. This is a demonstration after all, and not actual combat. I’ll do the same. In addition, since this is a demonstration, there will be no repercussions. I know how most of you would like to take kahramanmaraş escort a swing at a DI.”

Thinking that I was probably faster, but he was more experienced, I knew I would more than likely have my ass handed to me. I decided to try to surprise him by doing what was unexpected. When he went for a chokehold, I dropped to the deck and swept his legs. Then I threw an elbow toward his throat, stopping just before contact was made, and holding my position.

As soon as we got back to our feet, he said, “I can see you’ve been very well trained. There is not much I can teach you about Close Combat that you have not all ready been taught. However, I think you may make an excellent teaching aid … but don’t feel that you will have an easier time of it. You can count on getting a few bruises, and I see, that I will, also. Normally, we have another DI assist. But with you here, that won’t be necessary.”

Upon hearing this, I silently groaned.

And so it went. As I said, I just breezed through basic. I soon became a squad leader, due to the training I’d had while growing up.

A week before graduation, I was called into the senior Drill Instructor’s Office. I found both of my Drill Instructors there, plus Lt. Davis, our Company Commander.

I came to attention, and said, “Sir! Private Thompson reporting as ordered. Sir!”

Lt. Davis said. “Stand easy, Private. It has come to my attention that you have led in all phases of your training, here, and that you will graduate as the Platoon Honor’s man, and will be promoted to Lance Corporal upon graduation.

“I have an offer for you to go to Recon School. It’s not normally offered to people until after their first tour of duty; however, with your background and recent excellent performance reviews, an exception is being made.

“Recon is purely voluntary, and should you refuse, there will be no repercussions. By graduating in the top ten percent of your class, you will be promoted to be corporal, but don’t think that things will be easy. The Raiders take only the best.

“If you fail to make the cut, or decide that it isn’t the right choice for you, you will be sent to another field of training. There will be no fault held against you.”

After looking and seeing the divers helmet and jump wings on his dress blouse, I noticed for the first time that he was a Ranger.

I said, “Sir! Both this private’s father and uncle were trained as Recon! This private wants to be a Raider, too, Sir!”

“Yes, I know. I served with both men. If you turn out to be half the Marine either of them are, you will do fine. That is one the reasons you are getting this chance. But, don’t forget, you will only have one chance. If, for some reason, you quit or wash out, that’s it. The rule is: no stigma is attached to you. There manavgat escort are some that it’s just not the right choice. However, this is a one-time offer, only. There is no second chance.”

“Sir! Yes, Sir! I understand that, Sir!”

“I thought you would. Will your father and uncle be here for graduation, next week?”

Since he was speaking to me about personal matters I spoke in the less formal way than that which we were taught.

“Sir, my Uncle will be here … but my Father was KIA, three weeks ago, Sir.”

Looking startled at this, the Lieutenant turned to the others and barked, “Why wasn’t I told about this? I could have arranged the emergency leave for this young marine?”

Sgt. Wells said, “We didn’t know, Sir.”

Looking puzzled, the Lieutenant turned back to me.

“Sir, my Uncle wrote to me and informed me that my father was killed in combat, in Iraq. The funeral was last week. I did not inform the drill instructors, because it was personal. I knew that my father would have wanted me to carry on. He knew that I had a job to do, and would have wanted me to do it to the best of my ability. My uncle understands, and I believe my dad would have understood, too, Sir.”

Uncharacteristically, Lieutenant Davis stood and saluted me, then said, “It’s good talking to you, Private. I hope to serve with you, as I have served with others in your family.”

Over the next week, most of the training wound down. It was now mostly Physical Training, final fittings of our dress uniforms, plus having all stripes sewn on. I had graduated as Platoon Honor Man and was promoted to Lance Corporal. I received my chevron with crossed rifles. As I was standing with my Uncle and Aunt after the graduation ceremony, Lt. Davis approached my Uncle and offered his condolences on my father’s death.

My Uncle simply said, “He was a Marine.”

That seemed to say it all.

Lieutenant Davis stayed talking with my Uncle Joe and Aunt Helen, while I joined the rest of my platoon, going back to the barracks. I had to pick up my orders, and all my gear that I had packed earlier that morning.

After being released, most of the other Marines had thirty days of leave before their schools started. Unfortunately, my school started in just ten days, so by the time we would get home, I only had a day or two before I had to leave for my next training at Camp Pendleton in California.

Six months later, I met with my uncle for another graduation. This one was from Marine force recon school. I wasn’t the top of my class. However, I was in the top 5%, so I was a newly minted corporal when I meet my uncle.

That was twenty-three years, three wars, and more ‘hush-hush’ missions ago than I care to count. Now it was all over. I was going to lose the only life I really knew.

My family was mostly gone. Uncle Joe and Aunt Helen had retired to Florida to live out their golden years together. I knew I would go there and visit, often, but that part of my life was also over.

I didn’t know what I would do with my life.

I felt lost.

The ward orderly came up and said I had a visitor. He said the man was a lawyer, who had things to discuss with me.

Edited By TeNderLoin & The Old Fart

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You thought the story had died but it was just my lazy ass refusing to continue. Also I was busy with my girlfriend so I couldn’t really focus. Yes, I have a girlfriend now. Well “she” prefers to be called a girl even if she isn’t. Without her I would finish this story much faster, but… she gave me some interesting ideas which were too good to ignore.

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Four weeks have passed since Anna and Sony decided on their competitive abstinence for domination over the other. Things have been peaceful between Sony and Jerome as well. Sony is more polite and keeps his calm whenever Jerome is nearby. Jerome no longer gives him death stares or threatens him. Jenny and Anna have become the best of friends together with Daisy and are always seen chatting and laughing in the “girls only” room. Jenny and Sony’s friendship also went back the way it was…

“SONY!! My feet are killing me. Come and rub them for me!”

…with a slight change.

“I’m coming Miss Jenny.”

After Sony said that he would do anything to repair their friendship, Jenny didn’t waste her time and put him to work… on herself. At first it was small things – bringing snacks and drinks, mopping the floor after ♥Jenny♥Jerome♥ time, waking her up with handmade breakfast… But it slowly changed to more daring and humiliating tasks.

“And after you’re done with my pretty little feet, I want a full body massage. As usual I mean taking more time to rub my ass cheeks. You should be used to it by now.”

Jerome and Anna were very approving of how things turned out. But something about them changed. They were no longer wishing they could leave the island. Instead they agreed together with Daisy that their whereabouts should remain a mystery. The entire structure under the island was remodeled and Daisy installed self-controlled machines that would cloak all evidence that the island was inhabited. No human tech would ever detect them or the giant alien spacecraft buried in the island. Jenny and Sony didn’t know about that but it didn’t seem like they care. They were happy just being together.

Sony’s abstinence trip was something he never thought he would perform in his life. He was actually good at it and for a long time it seemed like he would win the bet, if Anna was playing fair of course. But lately he was getting more frustrated over little things and it was all because of Jenny. Never in a million years would he suspect that the mastermind behind his hard time was actually Anna.

After witnessing his stubbornness, Anna couldn’t wait any more and decided to put Sony through hell. While Jenny was dumping more chores on him, Anna advised her that it would be much more practical if Jenny also requests more sexual favors. At first she refused but Anna insisted and reassured her that Jenny is still in control and that Sony promised to do anything he’s been asked to do. As time went by, Jenny slowly started to test the will of Sony by asking for more bizarre favors.

One day Anna whispered something in Jenny’s ear and she blushed bright red. Jerome was feeling a bit horny so he called for his girlfriend to join him for the usual sexy time.

“I’ll be right there, baby.” Said Jenny and motioned for Sony to follow her. “This time you will get to see how a real man loves his woman.”

Sony followed her while frowning. He didn’t want to see this, but on the bright side he could learn some tricks to satisfy Anna when the time comes.

“What the…” Jerome mumbled when Jenny and Sony entered his room.

“Calm down. I asked him here.”

“Ah… umm. Just… curious. Uhh. Why?”

“To watch us do it.” Jenny smiled.

“Again. Why?”

“Because. I thought it might be a little bit sexy to do it when someone is watching us.”

“Daisy is not enough?”

“Well, she’s busy with… something. I don’t know. She explained it to me but I didn’t understand. Anyway… Sony will take her place.”

“Oh… my… God! Sony I’m not totally cool with you being here but I trust my girl so… be careful.”

“I’ll just stand in the corner if you don’t mind.” Sony stepped back.

“No, I have a better idea.” Jenny said and pushed Jerome on the bed. “Get comfortable baby! I’m about to rock your fucking world.”

Jenny climbed on the bed on all fours and buried her face in Jerome’s crotch. The temperature in the whole place was warm enough so they didn’t bother to wear any clothes as they were fucking all the time anyway. Jenny took a big whiff of his sweaty balls and exhaled while rolling her eyes back.

“Smells good. How about the taste?” She said while licking his shaved manhood up and down along the shaft.

Sony was staring from the corner while breathing heavily. He didn’t want to get an erection right now. His chastity cage was small, way too small and any erection would hurt like hell. Jenny turned her head sideways and looked at Sony.

“My ass requires your attention slave boy.”

“What do I have to do?” Sony stepped slowly behind her.

“Do you even zonguldak escort need to ask? Use your tongue to lube and stretch my asshole!”

“No. I don’t want to.” Sony shut his eyes and turned away.

“Ok, you won’t. I don’t feel like sucking cock today anyway. But since Jerome’s cock needs to be lubed up to go inside me, you can do it instead of me. Come up here and deepthroat this monster!” She said while patting the bed. “Come on don’t be shy.”

“Is there a third option?” Sony asked nervously. Jerome was smiling so wide that he was about to burst in laughter.

“What do you mean third option? There isn’t any option. Even if you want to eat my ass, you can’t any more. Get up here and suck his dick.”

“Ok, I’m sorry Miss Jenny. I promise to not question you again. Let me eat your ass. Please!” Sony was about to cry when Jerome interrupted him.

“Let him eat your ass sweety. I have some things I want to try anyway.” He said and got up.

Jenny laid down and opened her legs. Sony crawled next to her and shoved his face in her ass.

“That’s a good boy. You can make Anna a very lucky lady. If only you would obey instead.”

Jerome took some items from the other side of the room and sat behind Sony.

“You need to be punished for refusing Jenny’s sweet ass. That’s a crime in this room. Hell, if I was offered to eat that tasty dish I wouldn’t even think about it. Now hold still.”

Sony heard Jerome but he was too focused on his task to do anything. Jerome slid his shorts down and slapped his ass. Sony clenched and shuddered.

“It’s a boy! Or a girl? Nah look at its tiny peepee. Must be a sissy. Are you a sissy Sony?”

Sony was a little shocked. He didn’t know whether to answer or continue eating out Jenny. Jerome’s hand slapped his ass again.

“Answer me!”

“N-no.” Sony blurted out.

“No?” Jerome slapped him again.

“Hey, who told you to stop licking? Get back to work slave!” Jenny raised her voice.

“Y-yes, Miss Jenny.”

“Well if you’re not a sissy then you don’t need a punishment. Oh wait. What is this? You wear a cock cage? Tsk tsk tsk. What kind of person would wear a cock cage and consider himself a man? For lying to me I’m going to double your punishment little sissy.” Jerome exclaimed and slapped his ass 3 times in a row.

“People these days… Am I right honey?”

“Mhm.” Jerome inserted a small tube in Sony’s ass and turned a valve that let a liquid to flow in.

Sony was surprised but he didn’t mind it at first. But it soon started to fill him up and began to hurt a little.

“How are you holding sissy? We’re almost halfway done.” Jerome asked and slapped the reddened ass again.

Sony just kept licking and tried to ignore the problem. Jerome noticed that and continued.

“Well if you are fine you won’t mind if I add a little more now won’t you?”

Jerome turned the valve to its maximum and the liquid flowed faster. It wasn’t long until the container was empty and Sony was squirming in pain on the bed.

“Well, you took it like a champ. You might be a man after all. But considering what awaits you… I wouldn’t think that just yet.” Jerome removed the tube and immediately plugged the hole with a very large buttplug.

“Is it ready?” Jenny asked.

“Sure is honey. Sony you’re done for now. Go stand in the corner.”

“Stand? That’s no fun. Let’s tie him up.”

“I don’t care either way. Have fun with him.”

Jerome climbed on the bed while Jenny went to Sony. She looked around and took some items while Sony wasn’t looking.

“These will be for you, buddy. I’m rooting for you, but, well…”

Jenny cuffed Sony’s arms to the ceiling and his feet to the floor.

“…I really wish Anna would win this one.”

She took something that looked like a strap-on and pushed it in Sony’s mouth gagging him. When the whole thing was in, she locked it behind his head and left him there.

“Now that that’s out of the way… My pussy is aching to be drilled.”

“Today if I recall is doggystyle day.”

“Woof woof. This bitch needs it bad.”

“If we’re roleplaying maybe appropriate attire is needed.”

“Ohh yessss…”

“I saw something that would really spice things up.”

Jenny was lying on the bed fingering her ass while Jerome was taking a black leather suit out. He motioned for Jenny to approach him and stay in place while he was dressing her up. The suit was tricky and it took around 10 minutes to put on. When it was done, Jenny looked like a real dog. While the suit was indeed leather, it was all furry on the outside. Now on all fours, Jenny’s arms and legs were bent with straps going towards her back. This prevented her from moving much but she was able to walk around on her elbows and knees. Her head was completely sealed with a dog face mask that had a ball gag on the inside that prevented her from closing her mouth while also making her look very cute especially with the dog ears fethiye escort she was wearing. There was a hole on her ass that was intended for a tail plug but Jerome thought this wasn’t necessary as he would be plugging it with his own cock soon. Jenny wiggled her ass for a moment and headed towards the toy section of the room. With her mouth shut she tried to tell Jerome about the remote sitting in front of her face. Jerome noticed that and picked it up.

“What’s this?” He asked and pushed one of the buttons.

The penis gag in Sony’s mouth started to rotate and vibrate at the same time. This shocked Sony and he began squirming in his cuffs. Jerome noticed him and pushed the same button again. The penis gag stopped and Sony calmed down. Jerome had an evil smile when he found out what he had in his hands and proceeded to play with his new toy.

“Hmm. I wonder what THIS do.” He pushed another button and the butt plug started to vibrate.

Sony was caught off-guard again and began twisting in his cuffs.

“Oh I see. But what happens when I turn it up all the way? And I think the gag was enjoyable for you as well.”

Now cuffed and with no way to escape Sony was intensely “dancing” while the gag and plug were working him from both ends. To make things worse the liquid in his guts was slushing inside making him squeal.

“I think this is even better punishment than what I was going to do to you. It’s your turn next, bitch.” He said to Jenny and turned her to face Sony.

He moved around her and shoved the head of his dong inside her wet pussy. She tensed and let out a soft moan which in turn made Sony’s dick twitch in its cage. Jerome began to insert his meat inside Jenny’s hole slowly until half of it was in. From past experience he knew she couldn’t take any more than this and started to move in and out. Jenny was shaking and moaning while looking at Sony who in turn was looking at her and grunting at the pleasure and pain he was experiencing.

“Look honey, he seems to be enjoying the view. Should we let him have it? Or should we mess with him some more?” He looked down and slapped her ass. “Let’s make this an actual threesome.”

He picked Jenny up while his dick was still inside her and stood up moving closer to Sony.

“It must be killing you to not be able to fuck this cute ass huh Sony? But don’t worry you’ll have your reward. Just ask for it.”

Sony was really hard but the cage was hurting him. He was so stimulated but he couldn’t cum no matter how intense the pleasure was. He knew this was a battle he was going to lose eventually.

“Tell you what. Shake your head up and down if you want me to remove your cage and I’ll let Jenny to give you a nice sloppy blowjob. How’s that?”

Jerome put his hand on Jenny’s face and turned a ring which released her mouth. Sony was very conflicted. He didn’t want to lose his rights and become a sex slave to Anna. But Jenny’s lips were so inviting. He was going to go nuts when Jenny spoke softly to him.

“I promise not to tell Anna about all this and I will put your cage back when we’re done. What do you say?”

His little dick was straining against the diamond prison wanting to get out. He gave up. He folded. He shook his head. Jerome was smiling. He looked towards the door.

“Told ya I can break him.”

Sony turned his head and was shocked to see Anna leaning on the door frame.

“Yeah you did. Looks like I lost that bet. But I won an ever bigger one.”

Anna slowly approached Sony and took his caged cock in her hand and began unlocking it.

“Congratulations sissy! You get to cum now. But you know what that means. Since you decided you want out, I win. You’re mine now. I can do whatever I want with you. And right now I want to give you a handjob. The last you’ll ever get.”

She removed the chastity belt and took his raging boner with her index finger and thumb. She dropped on her knees and moved behind him taking the vibrating plug and shoving it deeper inside him positioning it right on his prostate. This sent him over the edge and he quickly spurted his cum all over the floor.

“It’s done. You’re my sex slave now. Are you happy? You will be once the training starts.”

Anna let go of his shrinking cock and removed the rotating gag in his mouth, letting him get some air. Then she unplugged his ass and he pushed all of the liquid he had right there on the floor splashing everyone.

“Messy, messy, messy. It couldn’t have been avoided.” Anna shook her head and grabbed Sony by the neck. “You’re coming with me, baby.”

Jerome and Jenny stared at Anna who was dragging Sony out of the room.

“Should we go see what she’ll do to him?” Jerome asked.

“You pull that dick out of my ass and I’m never speaking to you again.” Jenny yelled.

“R-right. Sorry.”

Back in the main room Anna dragged Sony to a table and pushed him on it.

“I bet you didn’t see that coming, huh? But here’s the icing on alanya escort the cake…”

Anna began to undress herself. Her big D-cup tits spilled out of her shirt and Sony opened his mouth.

“Keep that mouth open, baby. You’ll love what I have for you next.”

“I can’t wait for what will happen next. But I probably shouldn’t have revealed I’m spying on you. Anna, the items you wanted are ready.” Daisy intruded and then shut off.

“Ah, thank you, Daisy. Now we’re all set. Sony be a dear and get one of the packets on the table.” Anna instructed.

Sony walked around and took a packet. It looked like a condom but bigger, like it was made for a horse. He turned to face Anna and he almost dropped it when he saw her. She was standing naked in front of him. But it wasn’t the fact that she was naked weird. She had a giant erect cock where her pussy should have been. Sony was speechless.

“Hurry up now, put it on me. Unless you want me to go raw. But I don’t think you do.”

Sony was frozen in place. He couldn’t move at all. He was still trying to wrap his head around what was going on in front of him. Anna walked towards him and took the condom from his hands.

“What’s the matter with you? You don’t know how to use it? Not surprising. I guess they don’t make condoms for little boy clits like yours. After today you’re gonna learn how to put condoms. Not on yourself, but on me, so pay attention.”

Anna unwrapped the condom and slowly put it on her dick on full display in front of Sony. It was amazing; immeasurable some might say. Her cock was 23cm long and 6cm thick. She was especially enjoying the horrified look on Sony’s face.

“Perhaps an explanation is in order, baby. You see, I’m not really a woman as you thought I am. I’m not a man either. Though there has been much debate recently, few can deny the existence of at least two new genders: the sissy and the futa. The difference between the two is obvious and yet difficult to define. For example, the futa’s cock is long and fat and gives off a strong musky aroma. While the sissy’s dicklette is more akin to a clitoris. Tiny, smooth, pink and generally unable to become erect. However the most obvious differences are in their behavior. The futa is extremely sexually aggressive. And despite the unusual volume of their ejaculations, they have a seemingly endless sexual appetite. In fact, several studies have demonstrated the ability to experience several full orgasms with almost no refractory period. By comparison, the sissy is very timid. They are easily embarrassed, and self-conscious due to their diminutive frame. They typically have a powerful libido but try to ignore their overwhelming sexual urges due to shame. The sissy’s body is very pliant and sensitive, seemingly meant for sex with larger futas. However this high sensitivity means that sissies typically find sex with a futa to be an overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure.”

“I… uhh… I’m not a sissy.” Sony mumbled.

Anna took another item and presented it to Sony.

“Here is my wedding gift to you sissy. I hope you wear it with pride.”

Sony took the small box and opened it. He took a few moments to inspect the device in his hands, not knowing what he was holding. His eyes widened when the sudden realization hit him.

“This… this is a chastity cage?”

“Your LAST chastity cage, my dear. You like it?”

“It’s so small…”

“It’s not the size that matters, it’s how you use it.”

Anna grabbed the miniature cage from his hands and gently pressed it against his clit. It was so tiny that even his flaccid cocklette which measured about 3cm was too big to fit.

“You’re bigger than I expected, but no matter. You won’t be using it ever again so just relax. I will teach you the ways of the cock. Soon you will forget what it was like to have an orgasm with your clitty.”

As she finished she finally put the micro cage in and left it there. Sony looked down in embarrassment. It was looking so unbelievably small that no one would think there was a cock in the first place.

“Turn around and bend over, slut. Do exactly what I tell you and you just might survive this without too much bruises.”

Sony gulped and did as instructed. He reached behind and spread his butt cheeks. Anna giggled.

“Ah, I see you know what happens next. Very good, very good. Now take a deep breath… and relax your ass.”

Anna lined up her cock next to the pink slimy hole and pushed it in. Sony was prepared for this. It wasn’t his first buttfucking of the day and as his luck would go it surely wouldn’t be his last. Anna bit her lip and grabbed Sony’s hips plunging him on her hard rod. His eyes were watering but he was fighting the urge to cry.

“I am close, honey. Sorry for being a quickshot, but that’s what four weeks of saving will do to me. But you know what they say. The longer you wait, the bigger the reward… or something along those lines.”

Anna began thrusting faster and in just a few seconds she released her spunk inside the poor sissy’s abused ass, filling the condom and expanding his belly. She kept herself like that for a minute while waiting for her erection to go away. When it was soft enough, she carefully slipped her cock out of the condom while grabbing it and tying it tight. Then she pushed it inside Sony’s ass and slapped his ass for a job well done.

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The Red-Haired Knight and The Next Day

Part four of the Red-Haired Knight saga.

Malle awoke with the dawn; clear-headed, energized by the dreams and the experiences of the night. Things that fed her soul, and the things no mortal should ever know. She was supported by Hell with its demons, and by Heaven, with her martyred husband and sons.

The camp stirred…fire tenders stoked the camp’s fires to prepare food, to heat water for washing, and for tending to wounds. Soon, Gwyneth would come to see Malle.

After Gwyneth washed and clothed her, fed her the same breakfast as the lowest spear bearer, Malle sent for her Marechal, Julian. She blushed slightly, remembering how the younger man sometimes entered her dreams, but face to face, they were all business. Julian had other interests.

Julian arrived with maps and arms. They discussed the good fortune of the victory. Victory won by having good intelligence, patient planning, and the devotion of troops fighting for their homes. Julian went over his favorite topic— training. “Our people did well, but we can avoid needless casualties by ensuring that our people are fitter, more prepared than their opponents.”

“Agreed, and what of our new recruits, those of the enemy that have joined us.”

“Generally, they are weak, their Lords did not gather sufficient supplies for the war, and they starved for days before we met them on the field.”

“They will eat as our men eat, but at half rations to begin with, our people must not see that we favor those who were mortal enemies just the other day.”

“Their stomachs rebelled on just the gruel that kind souls gave them after the battle…they will take some time to make it fit and then they must be trained to our standard of fighting.”

“Our troops must be trained to endure fatigue. I saw several die because they were gümüşhane escort too tired to lift their weapons. All swordsmen must not only practice their skillful use of the weapon, but they must be able to wield it without fatigue. Have posts sunk in the practice fields. Hours of chopping at a post the size of an enemy will harden their arms and give them endurance. One thing this battle has taught me is that war is slaughter, and we have to be the best butchers on the field.”

“Yes, my Lady.”

“What threats do we still face?”

“My Lady, we met the rashest and most ill-prepared of our enemies, those that underestimated you and hated you the most. Our greatest danger is from the cautious ones, those who waited out this battle: Oisin and Lugh.

“Ah, both wise men, poets and magicians as well as shrewd warriors.”

“Indeed, my Lady.”

“Strength, endurance and skill may not be enough to defeat these two…especially if they cooperate.”

“Yes, my Lady…they have, however, always been cautious and frugal, their war bands are small, though well-trained. They will look to increase their forces before they challenge you, my Lady.”

“How much time do we have? A season, will they attack by this fall?”

“Their land is rugged, though well-managed, comparatively poor…they have few peasants they can add to their armies.”

“But they do have the mines at Lemovici? They could hire warriors from further east, the Rhenish folk of the Dark Wood are greedy for gold, their land is poor for farming, but the women produce many sons who train as mercenaries.”

“Yes, my Lady…they hire out as companies, so a lord gets a band trained to fight as a unit with a leader they know and respect.”

“I know, Marechal, the independent men at arms often have a very high opinion of themselves, hatay escort and barely concealed disdain for their employers, who they see as amateurs at war.”

“These Rhenish warbands are costly, and are lightly armed, though they do have a fearsome reputation.”

“Are they what we should expect from Oisin and Lugh?

“Unless they are very patient and wait for the hussars of the Magyars. These will come because they are on a crusade against devil worshipers.”

“Marechal. We are not devil worshipers!”

“Forgive me, my Lady…your reputation abroad is…to be polite…not good.”

“I think, Marechal, we must summon what spirits we can to keep our heads on our shoulders.”

“And our toes from scorching, my Lady.”

Julian’s dark humor got a laugh from Malle. “I must see other advisors…our salvation is not purely military.”

“You seek the advice of Ecna, my Lady?”

Malle merely nodded.

Julian, bowed himself out, knowing he was dismissed. He would send scouts to watch the borders of the valley…even though any threat seemed far removed for now. For the future, he would rest and train the men of the valley…the valley could easily outnumber any foe on the field of battle, but against professionals…but war was always a game of chance. Still, it was best to make the odds favor one’s own side as much as possible.

Malle went to Ecna, her wise woman.

“My Lady, one cannot ‘plan’ a spiritual victory over one’s enemies, but it is best if still dangerous to have both the light and dark powers favorably disposed to one’s cause.”

“The Dark Lord filled me with an icy thing of dread, but also made me wish it as something pleasurable. This frightens me, Ecna…that I want something evil so much.”

“Then tonight, my Lady, for tonight you must be the Lady to your departed ısparta escort Lord…The love you bore your Lord Edward was from the light and from the Mother. It will balance the temptations of the Dark One.”

With no moon …the night was cold and dark. Ecna and the Lady left the estate …as always guards preceded and followed them.

On reaching a freshly plowed field, the guards dispersed to surround it. Trusted men, nevertheless, they had been warned by their captain they would be blinded if they breathed a word of the night’s mission, or even glanced in the direction of the Lady, once Ecna’s chants had begun.

The Lady was dressed in her finest linen shift…with a heavy, velvet cloak completely covering her. She was barefoot. And the cold earth caused her to shiver as she walked.

Ecna checked all around…no interlopers, no spies, and all of the guards held to their duty. Ecna started a keening…a preliminary to the chant, but enough to stiffen the guards to the diligent.

The Lady removed her cloak.

Ecna began the spell:

Mahday, eelohtah sahn. Serloh, eelohtah.

At the last of the preliminary summons, Ecna drew a knife from her belt and split the Lady’s shift from neckline to hem. The Lady’s backside completely exposed…the next words:

“Lie now on Mother, your flesh on Mother.”

The Lady fell into Ecna’s arms as Ecna gently laid her Lady between the soft furrows of the field…spreading the shift so all of the flesh on the Lady’s back touched the soil of the Mother.

As a ward against Father Sky…

“Your cloak protects you from any demon male roaming the night. Open your eyes, my Lady, and see your Lord!”

And there before them stood the shade of the slain Lord Edward. But now perfectly unwounded.

“See your Lady, my Lord! She needs healing from the beyond, healing only you can give.”

The shade of the Lord Edward nodded solemnly. And became the man again.

Ecna lifted the cloak covering the Lady to allow the man-shade to join his wife.

The Lady’s eyes widened as he entered her…the coldness and the darkness within her replaced with warmth and light.

(Thanks to kenjisato, my editor!)

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With a groan he awoke, mind fogged with pain and shoulder ablaze by some fire. He struggled to summon the words to curse at whoever had been foolish enough to brand their Guild Master, whether accidently or purposely.

By instinct he turned away from that heat and immediately a fresh wave of pain swept through him from his opposite side, as though he had been dashed with a bucket of cold water. Whatever sleep lingered in his mind was immediately driven out and his eye’s opened to find himself lying on a soft bed, in a small home.

It all came back to him in a rush. His betrayal and escape from the city of Solis. “Ah, you’re awake I see,” speaks the familiar voice of Kale. He glanced in the direction of the voice to find the scholar sitting at a small desk. “How are you feeling? Miss Illia said that you might be in pain when you awoke.”

“I most certainly AM in pain,” agrees Atlas through gritted teeth. A light sheen of sweat had broken out over his naked chest as a result of the explosion of pain and even now it threatened to make him cry out. “But I’m more interested in finding out just WHO this Illia is.” He pushes his glasses back up and approaches.

“Do you feel up to taking a walk, Prince?” He nods in response and with the help of Kale, leans up. The exertion makes him feel light headed, and weary. Atlas was close to passing out again, but paid it little mind as he headed towards the door on unsteady legs. Kale pushes the door open to reveal a small clearing, the midday sun splashing across the glade and illuminating everything.

There was a loud ‘whack’ and both men glanced in the direction of a tall woman at the opposite side of the clearing. Her dusky skin and brown hair reminded him of that amazon he had saved. She planted the axe she was weilding firmly into the stump and gathered the split wood in a single arm, turning back towards them.

Her green eye’s met the young thief’s amber eye’s and a slight smile played at her lips. “I see you’re awake,” she announces, approaching slowly. “But you shouldn’t be up and about.”

“There are plenty of things…I shouldn’t do…but do,” counters Atlas, between breaths. He felt so tired from just a few steps and was glad that Kale, small as he was, was helping to support him. He dared not attempt standing on his own for he feared that he might not remain standing for long. “Damn it…I feel so…weak!”

“That’s normal. The arrow went completely through your shoulder and instead of pushing it through, you pulled it back out. It was a foolish thing to do, Atlas.” He cursed, furious at his own weakness.

Kale turned, and puffing from the exertion, helped Atlas back to the bed and situated him there. Illia entered as well and placed the split wood by the fireplace at the other end of the room. Teetering on the edge of consciousness he did not hear the two of them speaking clearly before falling into the waiting darkness…

– – –

Weeks passed as he slowly recovered from his wounds, one of them made worse by his own doing. The kings soldiers tore the county-side apart in their search for the Prince but they were well hidden in the Amazon’s forest. It was the first time that any male, let alone two that wasn’t an amazon had been this close to their city. One, incapasitated in a bed and the other spending his days making note of all the herbs. Many were rare else where, but seemed to grow in great quantities here,

Kale spent his time attempting to gather as much knowledge as possible. It wasn’t long before Atlas was no longer bound to the bed and was up and about, seeking a bath and a stretch of his legs. Illia kept a close watch on him, not at ALL shy about ordering him around.

The Prince was often too exhausted to argue with her and ended up back in bed to rest and recover. The king’s search had not ceased and his soldiers had begun to stray closer and closer to the amazon’s forest, while the Prince’s strength began to return in leaps and bounds.

Atlas, who was finally able to spend more then a few hours out of the bed was enjoying the sun on his skin, resting on the same stump that had been used to split wood in the past. He was listening to the calling of the birds and the scratching of quill on paper as Kale attempted to note the strange plant he had discovered growing close to the small place they had called home for the past few weeks.

With the help of Illia’s knowledge of herbs, his wounds had nearly healed and had range of motion had returned to normal, though he suffered from a bit of sensitivity. He heard the approach of a small group and glanced in that direction, seeing Illia and several females, one he recognized as the commander who had saved him from the hangman’s noose once before.

The Prince stood as they approached, placing a hand on his wounded side gently and giving them a wry smile. “Good afternoon,” he greets. “It’s been quite a while since we last met, I believe.” Zestia looks him over.

“It seems that giresun escort you’ve made a full recovery,” she comments. “You were half dead from blood loss last time I saw you.” She noted the keen awareness that burned in his amber eye’s and took in the defined muscles of his chest and arms. She had missed that in the past, as he had been shielded first by the cover of darkness and then by blood and bandages…but he was an outsider. She wouldn’t entertain the idea of laying with the young man…seriously, anyway.

“I owe my recovery to the Amazon’s immense knowledge of herbs, Miss. It’s been quite a while since I’ve said this to anyone but…thank you. All of you.”

“You returned one of our own to us…we were simply attempting to repay the debt.”

“Debt repaid. We should cease to be a constant burden by tonight.”

“Sounds like you’ve completely healed,” comments Illia. “But you can’t seem to move without holding your side…if you stretch too far then you’re going to reopen that wound.”

“I’ll take my chances. I believe it’s best to leave now, while we’re square. I don’t like being in debt to another, Miss Illia. It simply doesn’t sit right with me…”

– – –

Illia tossed a piece of wood onto the fire and stoked it with a fire-poker. For several weeks she had cared for that young thief and now that the debt she felt she owed him had been squared, she should be glad…and yet she felt uneasy. “Why do you look so restless, Miss?” questions Atlas. She glances back at the back at him.

“I’m not restless,” she counters. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“Why did you go out of your way to save me?” He meets her eye’s and holds her gaze. “As I understand it…Amazon’s aren’t too fond of outsiders like Kale and myself. And I DID treat you like a possession when we first met.”

“I was repaying a debt.”

“And now that it’s repaid?” Illia snorts and stands. “You know…you could come with us.”

“Come with you?” The young thief sighs and looks at Kale, sleeping soundly while clutching a bundle of papers close to his chest. Even in his sleep he was unwilling to surrender them to anyone else.

“Kale doesn’t know this but…there’s no Thieves Guild waiting for us in Atlantis. I also don’t plan to stop running once I make it there. I have no doubt that he’ll wish to stay there regardless. But I’m only going to linger long enough to raise a bit of coin before crossing the desert to Aer.”

“It’s a dangerous crossing. There are bandits, and wandering tribes.”

“I know that. But there’s nothing here for me anymore. The Guild was my home but now that is gone.” Illia DID feel for the young man. What she had heard was from Kale was bad, but having gained something resembling a family only to have it taken by a friend…made it worse.

“I…really should see more of the world.” A smile curves the young man’s lips. “And whether I see it alone, or at the side of a wanted thief, I suppose it will be the same.”

“Are you sure? It might get you a one way ticket to the gallows.” She nods and his smile grows.

“Wake Kale. We should depart soon…”

– – –

Kale was trying his best not to fall asleep in the saddle. The scholar glanced sidelong at the Prince and Illia. The amazon had forced him to ride behind her and he held tight to her tough leather armor. The man shoved his glasses up the bridge of his nose and yawned loudly. “I fail to see why we had to depart in the middle of the night,” he tells them.

“Haven’t you learned anything from me?” questions Atlas. “The night provides the cover we need to slip by any soldiers we might encounter.” He nodded in understanding and then looks at Illia.

“And…why is she coming?” The woman glances over at him sharply. “I understand that we owe her a debt but…the Thieves Guild isn’t exactly a–“

“There is no Guild in Atlantis, Kale.” He immediately halted his mount and after several feet, so did Illia. She turned the horse around to face the scholar, the Prince peering around her calmly. “The Thieves Guild existed only in Solis. I haven’t told you because I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Worry me?!” explodes the man. “Of course I’m worried! What are we supposed to do now?!”

“I intend to fulfill my end of the bargain. Once we make it to Atlantis we can part ways and you’ll never see me again, or you can continue with Illia and myself to Aer.”

“Across the desert? Are you mad?!”

“Stop shouting,” demanded Illia. “You are going to give our position away to ANY scouts in the area, Kale.” He took a deep breath to calm himself. “What you do is up to you once we get there. Come with us, or stay there it doesn’t matter to me. All that matters is staying alive.”

“You heard the lady,” agrees the Prince. “Keep your voice down, Kale.” He sighed heavily and nodded in response to Atlas’ words. Both spur their horses in the direction of the city once more. “When we yalova escort get to Atlantis, I’ll line up a buyer for the crown.” Atlas reaches back and pats the satchel hanging at his hip with a wry smile. “Should be easy enough.”

“You sound awefully confident,” comments Kale. “How do you know someone will buy it?”

“You’ve seen it, haven’t you? There are more jewels on this crown then you’re likely to find in the houses of all the nobility in Solis combined.”

“It’s likey to get us a ticket to the gallows. We should throw it into the nearest river and be done with it.” The Prince shakes his head immediately.

“It’s a bargaining chip in a pinch. If we throw it away, then we have no cards to play if we’re caught.” Kale pushes his glasses up again.

“Very well. But I would like it noted that I believe this is a bad idea…”

– – –

Hours had passed and the sun had finally broken the horizon, warming the world with it’s golden glow. Atlas closed his eye’s and breathed deeply, enjoying the warmth…both from Illia and the sun. He had relaxed somewhat, though he still felt the fear of being run through by her sword was real so he avoided touching her anywhere that wasn’t covered by her stiff leather armor.

Atlas would admit that she was beautiful, as all amazon women were. Her skin was the color of freshly tilled earth and from what little he had seen of it, completely unmarred by scars and blemishes. She was tall as well, standing half a head taller then kale and nearly eye to eye with the young thief.

And, ah, those green eye’s of her’s. A deeper green then any emerald, that burned so brightly in a normally dull world. Atlas was respectful of all women…but not completely immune to admiring her body, either.

Her large breasts sat high on her chest and her hips flaired out beautifully. Her powerful legs would no doubt allow her to keep up with the swift young man on foot…good news if they had to flee in a hurry without the use of their mounts.

“We should stop,” she tells them, halting the horse. The young thief slid from the mount and sighed, stretching his legs slowly. Illia dismounts and leads the horse to a small stream to drink. Kale dismounted his horse and groaned.

“How far have we travelled?” questions the scholar. “Please tell me we’re close to Atlantis.”

“Hardly. I’d say we’re quite a few days ride away…but ahead of the soldiers at least.” Like Atlas, she takes a few moments to stretch her legs and looks around. Her emerald green eye’s fall on the scholar and a small smile appears on her face. “You should get more sleep, Kale. You look tired.”

He grumbles a bit under his breath but otherwise doesn’t complain. Atlas takes a seat on the ground and rests his elbows on his knee’s. “I think she’s right,” agree’s the thief. “You look tired.” Kale sits down and sighs heavily, removing his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. While Illia checks the supplies, he reaches into the satchel and removes the crown, looking the gold and jewel encrusted item over. “This would look pretty good on me, don’t’cha think?”

Atlas places it on his head and grins at them, only earning a roll of the eye’s from both of them. “Hard to believe he’s making such a fuss over that thing. Simplicity is often the way to go.”

“Most people don’t live the same way as the Amazons, Miss Illia. Anyway, it’ll fetch a good price in the market…if I can get it to a good fence that is. We may make a tidy profit selling this, and we’ll split it three ways.”

“Count me out. I don’t want a single piece of that tainted gold.”

“Ok, then. Two ways it is.” Kale puts his glasses back on and shakes his head. “What?”

“I don’t think it would be wise to take anymore gold from the Prince of Thieves,” he tells him. “I cannot continue to travel and if word is passed around that I accepted some of the profit…” The young thief sighs and nods. “I AM sorry, Atlas.” They were soon back to travelling and as before, Atlas sat behind Illia in the saddle.

He held to the woman by her shoulders, not willing to risk the loss of a hand or his life. The amazon sensed his unease, but did not bring attention to the issue. The hours passed in silence, dragging by with nothing but the sound of hooves and the occasional breeze, bringing with it a chill in the air. Autum was fast approaching and the leaves of the tree’s were beginning to reflect that change in the seasons.

Many farmers would begin the harvesting of their respective crops soon…something that the Prince would admit to watching for hours on end. A days work, free of being chased and sneaking about was a thing he had never experienced in his short life. Another chilly wind blew and a small wave of goose-bumps broke out across his bare arms.

“It seems colder then usual for this season,” comments Kale. “What do you think, Prince?”

“I’ll be happy to trade the cold for the yozgat escort heat of the desert,” he retorts. “I hate snow and ice…and I especially hate frozen finger-tips. It makes my job all the more difficult.”

“Have you ever fallen from a roof-top?” questions Illia. “From what I’ve heard, you spend much of your time on roof-tops and above street level in general.”

“Have I ever fallen from a roof-top?” asks the male with a bit of humor tinting his voice. “Yeah, several times and it’s always painful. Especially when you bounce off some scaffolding or the side of a building.”

“How does THAT happen?”

“By misjudging the distance, Miss Illia,” interupts Kale. “It’s fairly humorous, if you ask me.” Atlas glares at the man from behind Illia but otherwise doesn’t respond.

“It sounds like it.”

“Yes, thank you for humilating me, Kale,” speaks Atlas. “Shouldn’t you be figuring out where you are going to stay once we arrive in Atlantis. As it stands, we have little to nothing.”

“I have a plan,” Kale informs him. “What about you?”

“I’ll figure something out. I pride myself on my ability to think on my feet.” The scholar nods in agreement, once again adjusting his glasses.

“It’s quite the talent, I must admit. I would even go so far as to guess that is what has kept you alive all these years.” The Prince just grins.

“Who know’s…”

– – –

The fire crackled and popped as more wood was added to it in an attempt to bolster it’s flames and ward off the chill in the night air. Illia had checked the young thief’s wounds and they were doing just fine. She placed a final piece in the small pit and looked over at Kale. The man was sleeping soundly, his back turned to the flames.

“Well at least he can get to sleep easily,” comments Atlas. The amazon sits back on her haunches and nods in agreement, beginning the process of removing her leather armor. “I never understood that.”

“Understood what?” questions Illia.

“Being a soldier. You put your life on the line…follow the orders of some king you’ve never seen. You do what you’re told, fight for a problem or cause that isn’t your own. It’s foolish.” She shook her head in disgust. Illia had thought him to be somewhat honorible but to slander the names of soldiers who had fought to defend the city he grew up in…it irritated her.

“You wouldn’t understand.” She begins unlacing the leather bracers bound tightly around her forearms. On the right was a deep scar where a sword had glanced off in a blow that would have caused the loss of use in the hand.

“And why wouldn’t I? Because I’m a thief?” Illia looks up at his now icy eye’s. “You don’t know anything about me, Illia.”

“I’ve seen thieves before, Atlas. Though you’re better then the average thief, they are all the same.” The youth simply shook his head. “Am I wrong? I have yet to see proof of this. Had you any sense you would do away with that crown.” He looked at the satchel and then picked it up. ‘I wonder just what he’ll do’, she thinks to herself. ‘No thief would throw away something as valuable as–‘

Before she could even finish that thought he had stood and tossed it into the near-by river. There was a small splash and it sank into the murky depths without a trace. Both knew that it was now gone to the currents. “You’re right. I stole it simply to prove I could, and insult the king. Hanging on to it would be foolish.”

“It seems you have a habit of surprising me, Atlas. I’ve never known a thief to so willingly throw away his take.”

“I told you that you don’t know anything about me. I’m not a greedy man, Illia. I just want to live my life, no matter where it takes me.” He pauses for a moment watching her begin removing her chest armor. “Need any help?” Illia fixed him with a stare that would have caused any other man to rethink that statement but didn’t seem to bother him. “Well? Do you or don’t you?”

“Watch where your hands wander, Atlas.” He nodded and knelt down behind her, helping to remove some of the bindings ment to hold it in place. Several long minutes later he had finished and she was free of her armor. Illia breathed a bit of a sigh and then tossed another piece of wood on to the fire.

“I never did thank you for the new clothes. Considering how big the males you keep are…it must have been hard to find them in my size.” Illia had examined his body at length during her tending of his wounds and would describe him as nothing but muscle and bone. Years of living on the street, of running and climbing had kept him fit and his body fat near zero. The muscles of his torso were taunt and stood out against the pale, hairless skin.

His arms bulged with muscle but not overly so as many other soldiers and men she had seen. His long legs were powerful, and as she had seen, could carry himself and her swift enough to keep him one step ahead of the guards.

His over all figure was trim and suited for moving quickly, and silently. It suited him and quite honestly…Illia found she rather prefered the way his muscles bulged in certain places rather then just swelling up all over.

“Hey…? You ok?”

“It wasn’t too difficult to find clothes in your size.” She takes a deep breath and releases it slowly. “We should get some sleep. We ride out early tomorrow…”

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Eve hauled herself out of the goblin cave she had just cleared out, twelve copper richer for the hours spent fighting in their smelly den. She flicked a piece of goblin ear off her dull brown staff, disappointed that it hadn’t changed color yet. Supposedly it would flush whatever color of specialty she chose, but even knowing so many spells it hadn’t as much as stained.

At nineteen, Eve was unrivaled in the arcane arts by all the other casters in her small village. Gifted with a perfect photographic memory and natural talent, she could look at a spell scroll and almost instantly understand how to cast whatever it described.

She knew all the spells she had encountered at home: mage hand, prestidigitation, fire bolt, magic missile, acid splash, create bonfire, chill touch, gust, light, mending, minor illusion, and countless other cantrips, but her thirst for more knowledge drove her to leave town and search for more advanced magics.

Before the fight, her inner well of power held enough magic to cast two or three grade I spells, but after beating the small horde of goblins a new reservoir had formed, one deeper and broader than the others. Finally! She could cast second grade magic!

Exhausted, but elated at her progress, Eve picked her way back to the path, then strutted down the street toward town.

A wagon jingling with trinkets and supplies trundled forward ahead of her and with a little extra effort she closed in on it. There was an old man at the front, hunched over the reins. He stopped the cart when he saw her and hopped down with surprising agility.

“What a pretty little thing that has found me today. What’s your name my sweet?”

She raised an eyebrow at the funny man. “I am Eve, novice wizard and adventurer. Are you a peddler Sir?”

The old man walked around the back of his cart and started rummaging around, ignoring her question. “A wizard. Hmph. I have something that used to belong to one of your ilk.”

He pulled out an iron box, then flipped it open to reveal a black leather spellbook.

Even’s eyes widened. She reached a hand forward, “Could I flip through it?”

SMACK. The old man swatted her hand away, something in his gaze warning her not to underestimate him.

“I’ve been meaning to get rid of this old thing, been back here long enough. Had to save it for the right person though,” he said, grinning wickedly. “One platinum and it’s yours.”

Eve’s jaw dropped. A platinum? After months of saving up she had nine gold coins, still one short of a platinum piece. Stomping on goblins and living shrubs didn’t pay very well, plus she still needed to buy food and supplies for later.

She tried to keep an even face, “I might already know the spells in that thing anyway, there’s no way I’d pay that much for it.”

The old man grinned a semi-toothless smile, then flipped open the first page, covering half the script. Eve immediately recorded it, going over and over the lines in her head but drawing a blank on the effect of the spell described. If only she could see one more line of text…

The old man snapped it closed again, “What’ll it be?”

“How about seven gold,” Eve asked hopefully.

“Nine and six silver,” He countered, grinning as if he knew exactly how much was in her purse.

“Nine gold, final offer,” she responded

The old man tsked in her general direction, then began to put the book away.

“Wait! Alright, nine gold, two silver, and sixteen coppers. It’s all I have.”

He grinned at her, “You don’t have much of anything worth a couple extra silver on you. Tell you what girly, throw in your shirt and that lavender bandeau and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

Eve blushed and opened her mouth to shoot a retort back, then paled when she realized he had no way of knowing what color the wrap around her breasts was. Was he some sort of spellcaster?

“That’s ridiculous! I won’t just-” The old man started putting the book away again and Eve’s desire for knowledge won over everything her parents had taught her; given that they were two clerics their dress code was pretty strict. She turned around and tore off her shirt, then unwrapped the fabric covering her modest C cup breasts. Her nipples stiffened at a chill breeze that blew by.

“Fine! Fine. Here, give me the book.” She tossed the clothes and money onto the driver’s seat, holding her hand out behind her while keeping the other arm over her breasts.

The old man chuckled and put the book in her hand. She could practically feel his eyes on her naked back.

“Pleasure doing business,” he said, ogling her from the side as he walked up to sit on the cart.

Eve turned her back to him, denying the pervy old man any more of a glimpse at her than he already had, but when she looked over her shoulder to see if he was staring at her, the cart was gone. Vanished, as if it had never been there in the first place.

She flipped the book open right there on the road and greedily absorbed the knowledge from all the spells she tekirdağ escort could parse, which for the moment was only two: a cantrip, Invoke Lust, and a first degree spell called Bare Weakness.

It appeared as though Invoke Lust had both an incantation and required skin to skin contact for the spell to take effect. In the margin of the book the previous owner had made comments, including the fact that the effect could also be used on oneself.

She chanted the incantation, feeling a new type of power flow through her, then concentrated it at the tip of her finger. Doing as the margin suggested, she took the ball of energy and pressed it into her bare chest.

The results were immediate: her loins tingled and her heart rate sped up. She could practically feel herself getting wet. She moved off the road, massaging her breasts with her hands after setting her staff against a tree. Back to the large velvetwood tree, she pulled her traveler’s pants down just enough to get free access to her pussy. The soft wood felt wonderful on her bare bum.

Without pause, she shamelessly started rubbing her clit, then slipped a finger into herself after a minute. Eve had always been a vocal caster, and the same was true in regard to more… pleasurable things.

She inserted another finger after sliding down the smooth tree and laying down to get a better angle. She could feel an orgasm building inside her, fingering faster and faster while rubbing her clit with her other hand. She was nearly lost in waves of pleasure when she heard hoofbeats approaching from down the road.

Snapping out of her trance, she pulled up her pants and used prestidigitation to chill the air around her, helping calm her blazing blush. She wiped her fingers off on the tree, then scooped up her staff and looked up at the road.

Three muscular orcs riding sturdy donkeys came into view. Eve’s eyes narrowed. The only tribe of orcs in Trevelon were bandits and thieves. That, and there was a bounty on every orc’s head at one gold a piece. She was drained after her fight with the goblins earlier, but if she was creative she might be able to take out all three of them.

Still topless, Eve climbed up a velvetwood tree, using her skinny body to her advantage as she took roost in the highest branches, nearly fifteen feet in the air. As the orcs rode past. Eve conjured a firebolt and flicked it at the orc in the back.

She cracked a smile as he panicked and fell off his mount, looking around at the trees. He cried out in alarm, but for the time being they had no idea where she was. She focused her magic and shot another mote of fire at the injured orc, grazing the side of his arm. He bellowed in rage and the other two had their weapons drawn.

Eve got off a third shot before they noticed her, downing the already injured Orc. Now it was two verses-

WHOOSH. A spear careened past her, thunking into a tree behind her as it narrowly missed her perch. She fired another blast of flame, missing entirely. Not good, not good. She should have waited and rested before taking on a bunch of orcs!

A second spear came hurtling toward her and in her attempt to dodge she slipped, falling from the branches. She thumped on the ground hard, the air knocked from her lungs and her head throbbing in pain. Within moments the remaining two orcs were on her and the female one knocked her staff aside, then hauled her to her knees by the hair.

“Nothing here! Just sack of useless flesh,” she grunted angrily as the male orc approached. She drew a knife, surely meant to finish Eve off. Thinking quickly, Eve whispered the sweet incantation she had just learned, already in contact with her target.

“What wait for? Kill it,” the male said, impatiently. “No. I have fun with this one. See if Gork dead.”

The male shook his head as the female fumbled with her belt buckle, “Gork not dead. Have fun later.”

Instead of responding, the female orc let her studded leather pants fall to the floor. Surprisingly the orc’s green crotch was well shaven, but regardless Eve gulped as the orc tugged her hair forward. Eve had fooled around with the innkeeper’s son back at home, but she had never done something like this.

“Suck or die,” the orc offered helpfully. Well, at the very least she wasn’t dead yet. Eve stuck her tongue out, licking up and down the orc’s sopping slit.

“More. Harder.”

After half a minute of her weak lapping and sucking, the orc got annoyed, punched her to the ground, then sat on her face.

“MMMMMPH,” Eve screamed out, unable to breathe. The orc grinded into her face, leaving trails of wetness wherever she pressed. Eventually Eve was able to catch a breath, then decided to try her best. If she did well, maybe they would spare her and keep her around, then she could escape after getting any amount of rest.

Eve took control of the situation, grabbing the orc’s thighs and pushing her tongue into her pussy. The orc grunted tokat escort in pleasure, abusing Eve’s face even as she was getting tongue fucked. After what felt like ages the orc reached an orgasm, her thighs contracting so hard Eve thought her head might burst like a grape.

“Enough fun.” The male said as the female stood up. He grabbed one of Eve’s arms and hoisted her up by it, nearly dislocating her shoulder in the process. He went to pick up the fallen knife, but Eve cast the same spell before his hand grabbed the hilt. She saw a worryingly large tent pop up from the crotch of his leather pants.

“HARUMPH. My turn.”

Hoping to win any favor with the orc, Eve reached down and stroked the bulge with her left hand. He slapped her across the face, not at all interested in her involvement. He let go of her as she went limp, then shimmied out of his pants. His massive eight inch cock leapt from the restrictions of the fabric, pulsing with his heavy heartbeat.

Uh oh.

Without warning the orc grabbed the back of her head and forced her forward onto his engorged member, but even in as much danger as she was, Eve was still ridiculously horny. She reached up and grabbed his balls, but didn’t crush them. Instead, she gave them a short squeeze and in the instant he paused, surprised, she began sucking his cock of her own accord. When he tried to put a hand on the back of her head again, she gave him a harder squeeze and shoved the cock deep into her throat, sinking nearly up to the base of his shaft.

The orc let out a grunt, then as she bobbed her head up and down she swirled her tongue along the shaft. She felt him tensing up, but before he could unload a torrent of cum in her mouth she heard a dull metallic smack and the orc fell over, his cock popping out of her mouth just as he came.

Huffing and confused, Eve shook her head and looked up, infinitely embarrassed to see a paladin of Trevelon standing over her, having swiftly knocked both orcs unconscious with decisive flicks of his massive metal shield.

He immediately took a knee, averting his eyes while taking off his cloak and offering it to her. “My deepest apologies for not arriving sooner, M’lady. It shames my heart to have failed you in your time of need.”

She looked down at the half naked orcs unconscious to either side of her, eyes snagging on the eight inch cock that had been inside her moments ago. Gods she was still horny. She pushed the irrational thought to the back of her mind; since when was sex the only thing she could think about! This had been life and death, not some real life fantasy she finally got to live out.

She bundled up in the cloak, grabbing her staff from where it had fallen. “Thank you for the assist, but I had them just where I wanted them. I’m still claiming the bounty on the first one, let’s call these your assists,” she said, confusing the paladin as he stood. Up.

“Right where you… wanted them?” He looked skeptically to the unconscious orcs.

“Yes! I’m a wizard afterall. One thought and they would have been ash at my feet.”

Now it was the paladin’s turn to blush, glancing between her and the male orc’s limp dick.

“I-” The paladin started, but Eve cut him off by walking over to rummage through the orc’s pockets.

“Have you no shame woman?” He interjected, standing up and watching her in disbelief.

“Maybe a few hours ago, but I’ve had a change of heart.” Now that she thought about it, just yesterday the thought of a handsome paladin seeing her topless would have made her faint. And handsome he was. Standing just over six feet, the well muscled man had kind green eyes and long almond-colored hair. The tips of his ears were slightly pointed too: a half-elf.

She cast prestidigitation to clean herself up as she stood, but her attention was drawn to her staff when the magic flowed through it. The entire staff from base to crystal had flushed red. Not a fiery red like she had seen of pyromancers and demons, but an alluring, passionate red. Like bright lips.

“Help me tie up these bounties now, will you?” She said haughtily, appropriating one of the Orc’s backpacks for herself.

“Don’t bother, the archmages at headquarters have been at work inventing new methods of capture for times just like this.” He walked forward, pulling a small velvet bag out of his pocket. When he pulled on it, the bag stretched out, then after putting it over an orc’s head he nudged the body forward ever so slightly for it to fall into the magic sack.

“Isn’t it just a void in there? They’ll just suffocate,” Eve said skeptically.

“Now that would be unjust my lady, they will simply be kept in stasis until brought to court.”

A terrible roar in the distance echoed through the valley, silencing both of them.

The paladin froze, motionless in shock. “Quickly,” he whispered, “That is the beast I came to investigate. An Ice Ancient. My job was only to confirm its presence.”

Suddenly trabzon escort the unnatural chill in the air during the middle of summer made sense, but she thought the Ancients were just fairytales, ghost stories meant to scare children into remembering to feed the fire and staying silent.

“We hear so many rumors that the policy is to send only one knight, no reinforcements will come without either my return or three weeks of my absence.” He retrieved his pack from the road then hurried back over to Eve.

Cold rain started to fall from the clear sky. “Keep your temperature up. It is drawn to its prey by shivering,” he said quietly, starting to pitch a tent with supplies pulled from a second magic bag.

Eve clutched the cloak tighter around her naked torso as the air temperature dropped, but she still felt warm inside from her recent misadventure.

“Why aren’t we just running?” She asked in the same low voice.

“The Ancient is too powerful to outrun, we would freeze before making it back to town.” As he spoke, ice crystals started forming in puddles on the ground, geometrically expanding to lock every last drop of water in place. The drizzle turned into a downpour, the trees above them barely providing cover. Eve was soaked down to the bone in moments. She tried creating a magic bonfire, but it was doused before it could grow to a quarter its intended size.

The tent was nearly pitched when the rain turned to sleet and hail started plummeting out of the sky. Everything grew colder and it was all Eve could do to cast prestidigitation to warm the air enough to keep from shivering.

“It’s done, get in!” The paladin cried out above the now raging blizzard. Eve ducked into the flap of the thick, hide tent and kept warming the air with her magic, mumbling the same incantation over and over again. She stripped off the cold, wet clothes and threw them in a corner with a wet slap.

The paladin entered, throwing his pack in first. He averted his eyes when Eve’s tits greeted him, but both of them knew now was not the time for prudishness. He pulled out a dry towel from the same bag he had the tent, then clipped it to two hooks at the corners of the tent, separating it in half.

Eve could feel her temperature dropping, knowing it was only a matter of time before she started shivering uncontrollably. Heat. She needed more heat. Or at least to trick her body into being warm. Mumbling her new favorite incantation, Eve pressed a ball of pink magic into her core, feeling the familiar warm wave of arousal flush through her body.

She watched the paladin’s shadow as he doffed his armor, noticing the curvature of his muscles as each new piece was removed. She was still frightfully cold, but at the very least she was able to think about something other than shivering. Images of the orc’s throbbing cock drifted across her mind. Its girth had filled her mouth so much… she could only imagine how it would feel in her pussy.

She didn’t register when she started masterbating, but caught herself from continuing when the paladin took the sheet down and tossed it to her. He had a second, less fluffy blanket wrapped around him.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a change of clothes in that sack of yours would you?” She asked jokingly. Her luck wasn’t that good.

“I was going to fill it with my own supplies when I returned to town. Right now it only has what I was issued: two shortswords, a crossbow, two shields, tent, bedroll, tinderbox, firewood, and four weeks rations.”

She realized she had the bottom piece of the bedroll wrapped around her, which meant the other piece was most likely a blanket. “What if we start a fire just outside?”

The paladin shook his head, “Any source of fire draws the enchanted snow like a magnet, if we were to light one we could be utterly snowed in in a matter of minutes.

Eve opened her mouth to say something, then the magefire she tried making flashed across her mind. She gulped. “W-what about magic fire?”

His face paled and he went over to the flap of the tent, he touched a symbol on the edge and the entire side turned transparent. Snow. Nothing but snow.

He crawled back into the center of the tent, which was high enough to stand in. “It looks like we are going to have to deal with a lot of each other for the foreseeable future my lady. What is your name?” He maintained a respectful distance, but she could tell he was getting too cold. He had his teeth grit in a resolute line.

“I’m Eve. Thank you for both this and, uh, for before,” she stammered. Gods, she was an absolute mess of conflicting emotions. She felt as though whatever newfound confidence she had developed since buying the spellbook was warring with how she had been her entire life. She was nice, dressed modestly, and never acted lewd in public. But then again, even without the magic pushing her body about, her mind felt more open to change.

“I am Sir Aschaterine, but most people call me Ace.”

An awkward silence followed the introductions, both of them trying not to shiver.

“Now that introductions are over, it seems imperative that we shade some body heat, otherwise we’ll both be shivering soon.” Tapping into her newfound confidence, and some of her lustfulness, Eve threw the bedroll bottom on the ground and smoothed it out, then pulled Ace onto it to spoon him.

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Reenah shielded her eyes from the reflection of the midday sun off the brilliant white sand. She counted at least ten triangular sails dotting the horizon of the turquoise water. They were definitely headed inland. The wind blowing as it was, she estimated that very little time remained before the first of the dhows would land. They were close enough now that she could see the men sailing them, not merchants but pirates by the looks of them. Her small squadron needed reinforcements and she had dispatched a runner, however, it would take days before help could arrive. She fidgeted with her shell necklace. The recruits under her command were inexperienced and young, none had ever faced real combat. She was herself barely twenty years of age and had never fought a man.

Her squadron had been traveling on foot performing a reconnaissance and training mission in the desert two days walk/run from the temple of Eros. All of the neophyte warriors were training to be archers. Princess Kira had chosen them for this task; it was an honor to be a temple defender. Although badly outnumbered, they would have to make a stand and repel these uninvited intruders. The temple must be protected at all costs. Perhaps these pirates could be convinced to leave without a fight. Reenah would go with Daphne and meet the intruders at the shore, and tell them to depart. She would position her novice archers, about thirty in number, some distance behind. Their arrows would be notched and ready. Reenah hoped that the sight of drawn bows would help convince these men that a quick departure was in their best interest.

Reenah had first seen the dhows while atop a high dune. The brightly colored lateens did not help her in identifying their land of origin. Few vessels were seen off this barren coast. There was nothing but dunes in this desolate place, no forest to hide. She knew the invaders could see easily them by now. The huge dunes behind them separated the beach from a vast desert. She reminded herself that her archer’s arrows were coated with a neurotoxin from the skin of the small red frogs which inhabited the coastal marshes many kilometers to the south. Just a graze of an arrow would bring quick death to any man. Reenah aligned her archers two deep and spaced them ten meters apart. She instructed them to not shoot until her command. The archers were visibly nervous.

“Be strong! The goddess Aria will guide your arrows to their mark.”

If the negotiations failed she would signal for a volley of arrows. The soft, powdery sands would slow the attackers and her archers would pick them off as they advanced.

Reenah wore a pair of loose fitting harem pants composed of a diaphanous material which shimmered with iridescent hues. The pants were fastened above each hip by small pearl clasps. The waistband dipped low in front, barely concealing her feminine charms. The pants legs were slit lengthwise from the ankles to high on each hip. When she moved the fabric parted allowing a glimpse of silken white bikini panties against her bronzed skin. Reenah’s fluted sleeve top, made of the same material as the pants, was tied in the front. A jewel studded belly chain and plenty of bare flesh separated the two garments. Some of the archers were adorned with hip cloths and were otherwise naked; others wore only skimpy bikini panties and tops. Reenah’s shell necklace was unique. She had won it after defeating her rivals in the wrestling pits of Ogg.

Kral planned his attack. He had planned to sail undetected several miles north of the temple. From there, his raiders would hike south along the dunes at night and infiltrate the temple. Nubile acolytes would be captured and returned to the wealthy traders who financed his trip. They in turn would sell these young nymphs as sex slaves in the flesh markets. The traders had talked about the unsurpassed beauty of the women who lived in this temple. Kral would düzce escort receive a bonus based on the number of captives he returned; the money would make him extremely wealthy. Kral had overheard whispers about the honeyed sex dew of the temple pussy. Every day, it was told, the acolytes would rub fragrant oils over their bodies and would finger and kiss each other in some sort of ritual worshipping their goddess. No men were permitted in the temple except those kept as breeding slaves. Refined by these rituals, the acolyte pussy dew would be bring immense pleasure to any man who tasted it, pleasure so intense it would turn even the strongest man into a slobbering addict.

Kral cursed at first when he spotted the archers on the beach. He was sure they would flee and spoil his surprise attack by alerting the temple. He couldn’t believe the stupid girls had decided to stand and fight. The massive dune behind them had left no line of retreat. This was good fortune, made even better by what looked to be two foolish emissaries coming forward to meet them. Time to ready the ready the nets; there was fresh girl meat waiting to be taken.

Kral signaled a few of the dhows to break course and veer north. These men would flank the girls and cut them off if they tried to escape. Kral and the others would charge in a full frontal assault and overwhelm the hapless defenders. Their arrows would be useless unless striking a mortal area. The traders had provided an antidote for the frog poison to render it harmless.

Kral glanced over to the dhow on his right. Borak, his second in command, was concentrating intently on the soft ripe flesh on the shore. Like all the other pirates, Borak was oiled and naked, wearing only a helmet. He held a net in one hand. Kral’s men would not use swords or axes. The prey was not to be harmed. The main concern was to prevent a large scale ravaging of the girls right on the beach. The supple young bodies seemingly begged for sex and Kral was sure would drive his men wild with lust.

Reenah started to have second thoughts as the dhows drew closer. These men were huge! What was their intent? Why were they naked except for helmets? She looked at her archers. They had also seen the hard, oiled muscles of the invaders and their faces began to show concern. Would her platoon hold together or would they flee? This would be their first real test, and Reenah was uncertain of their courage.

The first of the dhows arrived and the men jumped into the surf. Reenah waited anxiously as a small party headed by Kral and Borak waded through the shallow green water.

“You are not welcome here. You must leave”

Silence. A few awkward seconds passed. Daphne anxiously looked at Reenah and took a step back as if she would bolt. Reenah could not help but notice Kral’s huge cock. She had never seen such a monster. It was semi-erect, and its bulbous, purplish head seemed to point at her. She tried to avert her gaze.

“Are you capable of hearing? I am ordering you to leave and sail back to whence you came. There is nothing for you here!”

More silence. The tanned raider with the chiseled, naked body just stood there grinning at her. What was he staring at? Reenah wished she was not revealing so much flesh. Her halter top was semi-transparent and did little to hide her small but proud breasts.

Borak stood across from Daphne. He was a brute of a man, with broad shoulders and a frame that towered over her. Without warning, he stepped forward and ripped off Daphne’s bikini top. The stunned girl yelped and slapped him across the face. He grabbed her arm and pulled her close. His free hand cupped an exposed breast.

Reenah had seen enough. Negotiations were over. She side stepped a lunge from Kral and sprinted back to the archers. Shouting an order, she dove for the sand as a volley of arrows whistled edirne escort overhead. Twisting back for a quick glance, she saw that some had found their mark; a few of the raiders dropped with arrows in their chests and throats. Some others were hit the thighs or shoulders. Why didn’t these men also drop? Reenah realized that the poison wasn’t going to work as the men continued toward her archers.

“Aim for their heart!”

Two more raiders fell. A few others were hit but kept on charging. The soft sand did little to slow them. Panic stricken, the archers shot wildly. Some of the girls dropped their bows and turned to run. Reenah desperately called for them to hold their position as the raiders were now only a few meters away. Despite being hit in the arm one raider barreled into an archer and sent her flying, upending a second girl in the process. A net engulfed another girl before she could loose an arrow. Two raiders charged hard at Reenah. She dispatched the nearest one with a perfect shot between the eyes. There was no time to notch an arrow for the second. She tried to jump out of his way but he clipped her feet and sent her sprawling. Before she could recover he grabbed her ankles and easily yanked her up off the ground. Suspended upside down she saw a huge bald headed monster swat the bow away from a young blond archer after she fired wildly. She turned and tried to run. Grabbing her from behind by the hips the bald man raised her over his head. Her tiny body was no match for the man’s huge frame. She kicked and flailed her arms to no avail. Holding the terrified girl high in the air he ripped off her bikini panties. She screamed in terror. Her naked cunt was mercilessly impaled from behind on his massive erection. She wriggled to get free but her pussy was speared on his manhood, her feet dangling above the ground.

The battle was over in a few short minutes. Terrified girls were netted and bound; none had escaped. A few were tied to poles and carried to the boats between two pirates. Kral stopped a raider with an unconscious beauty thrown over his shoulder. He ran his hand over her shapely ass.

“Take her to the boats.”

“We have caught the leader. Do you want her brought to you?”

“Yes, bring her.”

The raider carrying Reenah by the ankles unceremoniously dumped her before Kral. As she lay sprawled in the sand, three more captives were brought forward with their hands bound behind their backs. Kral grabbed Reenah by the arm and roughly pulled her up.

“Take your hands off her, you pig!”

Kral laughed. Kayla, a petulant nineteen year old with a lithe body glared at him in defiance. It was time to show this whore who was the vanquished.

“Strip them”, he ordered “Slowly”

Borak walked behind the blonde girl to Kayla’s right and unclasped her top. The garment dropped to the ground. Ample, ripe breasts with pink nipples were liberated for view.

Borak next stepped behind Kayla. Her chestnut colored eyes flashed in anger in anger as she glared at Kral. Long brunette hair cascaded to her shoulders. A sliver of creamy thigh was visible through the gap in the side of her harem pants. Kral could not wait to see what bulged against her halter top. Borak untied the halter’s string. The top did not fall.

“Wait”

Kral stepped toward the girl. A whiff of sandalwood perfume graced his nostrils, arousing him. He reached forward and placing an index finger between her mounds gently lifted off her top. Proud cantelope sized breasts tipped with small brown nipples pointed upward and out. What a price she will bring! Her succulent orbs alone were a sight to behold. Even Borak stood gaping at her. Kral motioned him to continue. He removed the top of the third girl. Naked from the waist up, the three girls looked at Kral apprehensively.

“Let’s see more of them”

Borak elazığ escort continued the disrobing. Using a knife he cut the waistband of Kayla’s harem pants. The pants soon fell leaving her standing before Kral in only thong panties. Her cuntlips were evident against the fabric.

“Enough!”

Kral grinned at Kayla. She no longer seemed so confident.

“On your knees, slaves”

The three girls submissively kneeled before him. Dragging Reenah along, Kral stood in front of Kayla. His engorged cock swayed inches from her face. Kayla’s eyes widened. Her lower lip began to tremble.

Kral placed Reenah’s hand on his cock shaft. She hesitated and then understood. Very slowly, she began pumping his cock. A bead of precum oozed from the mushroom shaped head. Reenah paused and moved her fingertips to heft his swollen testicles. They held a full load. Reenah looked at Kayla. The frightened girl swallowed.

“Please no.”

Reenah resumed massaging Kral’s shaft. Slippery white slime coated the mushroom head. She pumped faster.

The first glop of warm jism hit Kayla’s left eyebrow and cheek. Another milky blob landed in her hair and still another her lower lip. With her hands tied behind her, she was unable to wipe it off. The huge glob of slime on her lip slowly seeped down her chin and dripped onto her chest. When would it stop? The convulsing monster splattered her face with a seemingly never ending load of warm goo.

The dhow cut through surface of the water. Kral was content. The raid had been a complete success even without finding the temple. Every boat was full of girl meat, all of extraordinary quality. There might even be a riot among the traders! As for the temple, well, there would be plenty of reasons why the captives would want to provide information.

Kral aimlessly gazed at the billowing white clouds in a brilliant blue sky. He thought of Reenah who was tied to the mast. Her hands were bound high above her head. Stripped down to her panties, her naked back was pressed against the wood. Her legs were spread with her feet chained to the deck. Auburn hair drifted across her face from the ocean breeze. It was time to pay her a visit. Taking a goblet full of water he walked around to the front of the mast and faced her. He held the goblet up to her lips; she greedily took several gulps. Kral stepped back and admired her sensuous body clad only in those skimpy silk panties. He tossed the remainder of the water on her panties, soaking them to her skin.

Reenah gasped as the cold water splashed against her. He must have other plans than just giving her a drink. Her thoughts were confirmed when she saw Kral’s insatiable cock began to rise again. Could this monster which had spewed its huge load on Kayla already have recovered? This time she would be its target. She instinctively tried to close her legs but the ankle chains held. Goosebumps rose on her flesh.

Kral craved girl juice. He remembered the stories, told by the traders, of the succulent pussy of the temple maidens. Could the stories be true? What was it about the soft flesh of the temple? Was it refined by the fragrant oils? He did not know or really care. He knew only that he would sample this exquisite f dew. His mouth salivated as he saw the outline of Reenah’s pussy lips against her soaked panties. Would the pleasure cause him to lose his sanity? He would coax the precious ambrosia from her trembling pussy. He stepped close to her.

“You won’t be needing those anymore”

Kral cut through Reenah’s panties with his knife. The delicate white silk garment fell to the deck. He gazed at her tight, smooth sex lips. Her pussy was smooth and clean shaven; Kral was pleased. He kneeled down and began to kiss and lick her stomach. Reenah moaned. He ran the tip of his tongue down to her mons, tasting the salt spray on her skin. Reenah’s slit began to moisten. Her defenseless cunt lips parted ever so slightly. Kral stood up. She looked at him with pleading eyes. He leaned toward her and kissed her, passionately. Her tongue sought its way into his mouth. He stepped back and looked at her. She strained against the bonds. A droplet of sex dew hung between the petals of her pussy, sparkling like a diamond in the sun.

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Chapter Eleven – Thunder

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Harken to the booming thunder as it rumbles across the heavens,
much as the thudding heart of a lover pounds wildly within its breast.

“A Fool’s Book of Wisdom”

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Erik leapt from his seat and knelt before her. He roughly took each of her upper arms in his hands and pushed her back down into her seat. She struggled against him for a moment, but Erik refused to release her from his grip. Her eyes met his and he inwardly gasped at the depth of fury contained within the twin chocolate pools. Still, he managed to maintain his calm and hold onto the young woman.

“Monsieur, if you do not release me, I shall be forced to scream ….”

And, that was it. That was when Erik could stand it no more. His tenuous claim to control over his body slipped from him. He leaned forward, pressed his lips to hers and claimed her mouth with a passionate kiss.

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Christine stared sullenly out of the train compartment’s window.

“How can this be happening? One moment, I am in a state of sheer bliss and the next, I awaken to find myself feeling utterly embarrassed by knowing that Helen witnessed Erik and I in a compromising situation. I cannot believe that Helen saw us. I cannot believe she saw the passion that Erik and I shared. Yet, she says nothing about it now. How did she find her way into our dream? And, as if Helen seeing us were not bad enough, now, Erik chooses to ignore me. He pretends that nothing happened between us. How could he? How can he? What is wrong with him? Or, is there something wrong with me? Am I the one with the problem? Did I misinterpret the look in his eyes? Did I alone feel the overwhelming power of the sensations caused by the touch of our skin upon skin? Perhaps, I allowed my loneliness to trick me into believing he feels something for me other than lust. He is, after all, just a man and I have seen what men do when given the opportunity. I was so certain that he had feelings for me, but there he is. Just look at him! Look at the way he sits there! He looks so cocky, so pleased with himself that I just want to scream at him! I want to sink my nails into his eyes and tear the gloating expression from them. I want to slap that smirk from his lips. Argh! Men! They are so insufferable! And yet, I wish that Helen did not interrupt us. I wonder … I wish ….”

She wanted to release her frustration and confusion by screaming, but knew that she could not, so she silently sat there and fumed. She sat and stared unseeingly at the rapidly passing countryside, as her disappointment fermented into annoyance, which swiftly matured into outright fury, which she directed solely upon Erik.

“He is such an arrogant prick! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!”

Further and further, her mind spiraled into an inferno of rage against the man. She became so lost in her endless loop of fuming that she failed to hear Helen’s words. Nor did she notice the words, which issued from her lips in response. The old woman’s departure did not make a dent in her awareness, but the man’s sudden movement and subsequent touch upon her arm, did. The slight pressure of his hand upon her instantly stilled her roiling emotions and she focused upon him with a clarity she found almost frightening.

“Now he wishes to talk? Well, Erik, it is too little, too late! The time for talking is past. I have nothing to say to you anymore. In fact, I do not need to be here! I am a grown woman now. I make my own decisions, not you. Why am I still here anyway? I am not beholden to you, I am leaving!”

She allowed her fiery gaze to run briefly over the man and she moved to stand. The world swirled before her as her mind overloaded on the sensations of the moment. She felt his hands take hold of her upper arms and thrust her back into her seat. She winced as her head snapped backward and cracked against the wood paneling of the compartment’s wall. The pain caused a bright flash of light, which temporarily blinded her. However, the warm press of his hands upon her arms aroused her shocked mind and prompted her to struggle against his commanding hands. Realizing the futility of her actions, she ceased her struggles and allowed his hands to restrain her. The fire of her anger surged and burned so hot through her that it seemed cold. She struggled to breathe, but the heavy, frozen weight, which pressed upon her chest made it almost impossible. A small part of Christine’s mind listened in horror as her mouth moved and the words she expelled fell like blocks of ice from her lips.

“Monsieur, if you do not release me, I shall be forced to scream ….”

“No! No! No! It is not supposed to be this way! Oh, Erik! Why do you torture me so? Why can you not remember me?”

And, then just as the cold began seeping into the last bit bursa escort of Christine’s mind, Erik’s mouth crashed down upon hers sending a firestorm of desire throughout her body. As the heat spread, it burned away the heaviness from her heart and she unknowingly lifted her hand to cup his unmasked cheek. As his searing kisses ravaged her mouth, the young man’s passion claimed her as his own and she surrendered to her yearning to live forever in the sweetness of this moment.

“Oh, Erik! Yes! Yes! My God! You do remember! Yes! You do!”

As those last thoughts burst from her mind, her body and soul took over to revel in the sensations burning through her. The young woman succumbed to her overwhelming need to discover more about what she could touch with her hands and with her lips. And, as she pushed aside caution, surrendering herself to the passion, thunder rumbled in the distance unnoticed by the man and woman. However, someone leaning against a wall nearby did notice it. The body lurched upright at the sound and froze. Then, with a shocked gasp, began to run.

“Oh! Fuck! No!”

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Helen unseeingly made her way down the length of the train cars. Passing from one car to the next, not noticing anything around her. Her mind focused on the task she must soon undertake. She bumped into a metal rail, which blocked her path and blinked. She stood looking at the receding train tracks and countryside.

“Hmmm …. I am fortunate for the railing or I might have walked right off the train. Well, I had best return to see if Erik and Christine are reconciled. I would not want things to get out of hand. No, that would not do at all. Not that I do not trust Erik, but ….”

She chuckled and turned to walk back through the train. After moving through several cars, Helen paused in the middle of a gently rocking corridor. She rested her aching body, leaning against the wall for support. A groan almost escaped her lips and her hand began to massage the valley between her breasts.

“Aw, hell! The gods do task me. After all my years of service and all that I sacrificed, for them almost to allow the legacy to die with me is quite disturbing and confuses me greatly. For me to finally find the girl and then know that my sands have almost made their last pass through the hourglass is … well, disheartening at best, but I must make the most of the time I have.”

She sighed deeply.

“I suppose I should be grateful that the enchantment worked. Now, if I could only be certain of how much time I have and whether it will suffice.”

The rumbling sound of distant thunder interrupted her reverie and she bolted upright from the wall.

“Oh! Fuck! No!”

Steeling her resolve, she forced her legs to her will and ran to the compartment. The hairs on the backs of her arms and on the top of her head tingled and lifted with static electricity with each step she took closer to the young woman. Again, Helen heard the crack of thunder, but this time it sounded much closer.

“Oh, shit!”

Winded, she paused before the sliding door. Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession as her breath wheezed in and out of her lungs. She leaned forward slightly and rested her hands on her thighs to calm herself. After a moment, her breathing slowed, she straightened and raised her hand to knock upon the door. Thunder boomed all around her, but other than lifting her eyes heavenward, the old woman seemed to pay no heed to the sound, but she winced inwardly. Her hand fell and rapped sharply against the door. She smirked at the panic she heard in the muffled voices, which emanated through the wood panel and waited. After several moments, Erik slid open the door.

“Yes, Madame? Is there something you require?”

Helen cast an appraising look over the man before her. She took note of the fact that he stood blocking her view of Christine and that his normally pallid complexion appeared almost rosy. Helen bit her bottom lip.

“Erik, I thought that perhaps it best if I returned to the compartment. It would not do for someone to notice the two of you alone in here. It is, after all, quite inappropriate for Christine to sit with you unchaperoned. I must apologize to you, Christine. It has been many years since I worried about my reputation, so I only just realized my mistake in leaving you here with Erik. Of course,” Helen glared at Erik as she spoke, “Erik would never do anything that might sully your reputation. But, I thought it best not to run the risk. One never knows who may see what and then say something to whomever.”

“Well, I believe you know my opinion on society and its priggish propriety, but I do not wish to cause Christine any undue distress, so I bow to your more level head, Madame.”

He stepped aside and swept his arm across his body to wave her into çanakkale escort the compartment.

“After you, Madame.”

He cocked his head to one side, raised his one eyebrow and with his lips pressed tightly together, his mouth stretched into a heart-stopping grin.

Helen shook her head at him and rolled her eyes.

“The way you act today causes me to reconsider my opinion of you and makes me wonder how and where you learned such provocative behavior. If you had not lived with me for the last eleven years, I would seriously believe you a scoundrel and womanizer of the worst sort. Erik, do you fully understand how much a rogue you appear when you do things like that? You are fortunate that I know you so well or I would not have left Christine alone with you just now.”

She gave him a playful smack on his arm as she passed. As she began to reclaim her seat in the middle of the bench, a flushed Christine cleared her throat.

“Um … Madame? Do you think that you might … well, I mean, would it be acceptable … oh! Helen, I would like Erik to sit next to me. If that is acceptable to you. We were in the midst of a discussion and, well, I just thought having him sit next to me would make talking with him easier.”

The young woman’s voice stumbled to a halt and her flushed face burned a brilliant scarlet.

“Oh, no, Christine. I do not mind at all. Erik? Please continue with your … um … conversation. I believe I shall take a short nap. This has been a rather exhausting day and it is not even Noon yet. Please wake me when we arrive in Paris.”

She slowly sank onto the bench and nestled her backside into the corner of the compartment. Her gaze ran over her companions and she watched as they quietly spoke. The folds of flesh, which lined her face deepened into a gentle smile as she watched Erik, oblivious of his actions, enfold Christine’s hand within his.

“Well, it seems that whatever Erik did to apologize, Christine accepted it and forgave him. Everything is proceeding better than I anticipated, almost too well! Damn it, but that was a close thing. Too close! It would most likely be a prudent course of action on my part to keep a sharp eye on those two. Ah, young love! So beautiful, so strong and so completely out of control. I need to tell Erik why it is so very important to take a care for her maidenhead. He would not want Christine to end up like me! Oh, no! He would not care for that at all, of that, I am certain. After all these years that I spent searching for the girl, one would think that I would have planned what I need to say to her, but I have no idea how to broach all I need to say. There is so much to tell and for a girl raised with no experience of things, which lie beyond the natural world, I have no idea where I should start. Damn! I truly am feeling every one of my years today.”

“Sleep calls to you, crone. Remember your folly and save the girl from one of her own.”

The bracelet sparkled and burned with a rapidly fading scarlet light. Helen surrendered to the pull of Hypnos and slept soundly. Unfortunately for the old woman, Morpheus touched her sleeping form and pushed her peaceful sleep into a dream that led her into a nightmare.

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Chapter Twelve – Choices

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History is a series of colorful events scrawled by men into the dust.
Life soars, daring us to rise above the earth and the choices we make.

“A Fool’s Book of Wisdom”

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Helen’s choked breath heaved from her lungs, almost giving a voice to the complete revulsion she felt. Her mind reeled in shocked horror as she struggled against the hands that roamed, groped, pinched, poked and clutched over the ripe, young curves of her body. Her young, strong yet, small hands grappled against the much larger and stronger ones that attempted to pin her to the hard, dusty ground. She knew the battle in which she currently found herself engaged was already lost, but still, she could not … no, would not admit defeat. Although she fiercely struggled against the brute who wished to claim her virtue, she felt a part of her mind slip away. It seemed to hover above her and watched as the wretched young woman writhed beneath the swarthy man in her pathetic attempt to free herself from him. That small part of her looked with detached interest at the small motes of dust raised by her pounding fists and kicking legs in the dark corner of the carnival tent. She heard the raucous sound of many voices raised in merry conversation on the other side of the canvas.

“So close … so close! And yet, none would hear me if I screamed. No one would take note, thinking me just another girl frightened by one of the poor unfortunates on display in the sideshow. Goddess, why? Oh, why? Why is this the way I shall rize escort lose my innocence? Oh, Mother Goddess, your hapless babe needs your protection. Please? Help me survive this!”

And, the floating essence of the girl watched as tears began to stream from the pair of rich sapphire-hued eyes of the body to which she knew she belonged. The part of her that soared free of her physical form wanted to pull the abused girl into her arms and console her. But, all she could do was hover above her and watch the horror unfold.

Suddenly, Helen found the separate parts of her mind reunited as a huge fist slammed into the side of her jaw. She reeled, seeing flashes of light sparkle about her and a tempting darkness beckoned to her, but she steadfastly refused to submit to the temptation to yield, to surrender. A crude, raspy voice snapped her consciousness back into the present.

“Lay still, girlie! If ye do no … well, I will find it necessary to give ye another one of me little love taps and then, ye will no trouble me no more. I really do prefer me fucks to be living and kicking when I plow ’em, but I will takes it as I can gets it. If ye knows what I mean.”

He leered down into her face, a string of drool dripped from the corner of his mouth to land on her chin. She shuddered in disgust and turned her face away from him. His lust-glazed eyes roamed over her beautiful, but bruised face and he sneered. Another disgusting rivulet of saliva oozed from between his lips as he took in the long, wavy coal black hair, which splayed about her head like a dark halo. The deep, hypnotic, sapphire blue of her eyes and the unearthly translucence of her skin lent a sharp contrast to her ebony mane. The man ran his thick tongue over his chops as he took in the sight of her full, pouting lips, which were blood red and swollen from his mouth’s crude demands on them. The sight of the woman struggling beneath him pleased him immensely and he ground the proof of his pleasure into her belly.

“If ye did no wish for ole John Thomas to be taking ye, ye should have stayed at home. Now, spread yer legs, bitch! Do it! Or, do ye wish for me to be giving ye another little pat on the cheek?”

Helen whimpered at the thought of the man taking her unconscious body. His calloused hands grabbed her slender shoulders, his talon-like fingertips digging into her soft flesh. He lifted her slightly from the ground and gave her body one violent shake, which whipped her head forward and back.

“Well, cunt? Yeah or nae?” He growled dangerously.

She squeezed closed her eyes and shook her head.

“No! I cannot allow his seed to take hold in my womb. I must remain awake. I need to fight him in the way of my family. I must begin the incantation, so I may protect my womb; prevent a child coming of this unholy act. If only my family’s gift granted me the power to place a hex upon his loins, I would, but ….”

As she ceased her struggles, relaxed her body and surrendered to the gypsy’s lewd demands, she heard the sound of his arrogant laughter slowly fading from her consciousness. Helen drew an invisible veil between her mind and body. She silently droned the words of the enchantment within her mind that she never thought to use as she felt him claw and tear away at her clothes. She called upon the Mother Goddess and prayed for her torment to end.

As the man took her body, she felt the presence of the Goddess carefully take hold in her mind. The touch was comfortably warm, dark and safe. It whisked Helen’s spirit to a place far from where her violated body lie wracked in pain. Her soul rejoiced in the darkness and with invisible fingers, greedily gathered the gloom about her, until her essence lie profoundly within its depths. Alone in the darkness of her soul, her fury burst free and she conceived the plan, which would wreak her vengeance upon the man. She turned her back on the comfort of the Mother Goddess and began to set free the bindings of her power.

“Girl, the thing you set free was meant to heal, not to kill.”

The voice echoed through Helen’s mind, but she paid it no heed for her anger completely consumed her. She called down the fire from the heavens. Amidst an explosion of light and sound, Helen heard the man’s scream and felt his body jerk spastically then grow still. She heaved the now dead man away from her abused body and cried. It was at that moment that Helen felt the first stone blocks of a great wall begin to drop around her heart.

“Girl, you made your choice. It is now time to pay the piper. Come with me!”

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“No!”

The wrinkled, old woman screamed and bolted upright, her hands raised protectively before her chest. Her eyes darted about the small compartment, searching for … something. With a sigh, her gaze fell to her wrist and she sadly stroked one of the crystal beads with her thumb. After a moment, she looked up to find two sets of eyes staring at her. Christine’s eyes full of worry and confusion. Erik’s hooded orbs full of his sadness and love.

Helen in an attempt to lighten the tense atmosphere joked.

“Why are you two staring at me? Oh, please! Do not tell me that I have suddenly grown a second head?”

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Maria awoke in Ellie’s bed, feeling the other girl’s arms warm and comforting around her. Ellie was gently stroking her breast, and Maria’s nipple hardened under the touch, and she gasped.

Sensing that Maria was awake, Ellie started to kiss her neck, making her tickle and squirm with delight. A year ahead of her in college Ellie had that much more experience at this, and she played at Maria’s teenage libido with ease.

Ellie’s fingers danced over her skin, tracing lines like a figure-skater on ice. When Maria could not lie still any longer, she took Ellie’s hand and brought it to her belly, guiding it down from there, parting her legs for the other girl to feel her wetness, her readiness.

Before long, Maria lay on her back, with Ellie’s mouth doing wondrous, rapturous things to her slit. It wasn’t long before Maria trembled through one orgasm, and Ellie had a finger inside her, rubbing just there, bringing her closer, ever closer, to a second, more intense climax. Maria was glad to take Ellie’s generous oral pleasure; she had returned the favor sometimes, but she didn’t have the skill that Ellie did, and didn’t get off on giving head the way Ellie did.

Maria knew she still had a future of child-bearing ahead of her. She still got visions sometimes of her life with a newborn. Trying to coax it to eat carrot mush, and dealing with the output in a diaper. She didn’t know yet if that future was inevitable, or if the visions were a warning she could heed. Regardless, she could at least get through college first, couldn’t she?

When she first arrived on campus, it had been a hedonic rush to be dormed with so many others her age, without parental supervision. Many, like her, had left behind the relationships they’d had in high school. For Maria, Toby was ancient history now. He had only ever been a means to an end anyway, and their whole affair had been a mistake.

In those first few weeks on campus, Maria had made out with so many boys that it scandalized her to think of. With a few of them, she’d gone so far as hand jobs and blow jobs, perfectly safe ways to get each other off. But none of them had been content to stop there; they would always pressure her for more. And that, she could not do. Between her intolerance for birth control pills, her latex allergy, and her proven fertility, intercourse was inherently risky for her. She’d already aborted one pregnancy, and while she’d never blame anyone else for making the same choice, she didn’t want to have to do that again. Why couldn’t boys see that?

Out of frustration with the entire male gender and sexual curiosity, Maria made out with Ellie at a party, and things progressed quickly from there. With Ellie, sex was available and uncomplicated. Either of them could get off whenever they liked, without consequence. Maria suspected she couldn’t make it to graduation if she tried to stay celibate. But this was a safe plan, if she could stick with it.

She didn’t go to Ellie’s room every time she got horny. Sometimes Maria would rub one out herself, and in those moments alone, she would often find herself reminiscing about the sex with Toby. They’d foolishly thought that was safe too, at the time. But in retrospect, she’d replay the moment she felt him push his penis deep into her one last time, how it swelled up in anticipation, how the nerve endings in her vagina, well-stimulated and sensitive, had registered the feeling of his semen pouring into her, knocking her up. How she had climaxed at the time, and by her own hand now, she’d climax again at the memory of it.

Now, as Ellie tongued at her clit, Maria could feel the edge of that climax approaching like a cliff, and she was ready to fall. But something else happened instead. A vision came to her.

In this vision, Maria was on her back, staring up into a boy’s dreamy, distracted brown eyes. His angular face was framed with curls. She recognized the boy. David was in her anthropology class, though they hadn’t really said more than a couple words to each other so far. No, thick plain girls like her didn’t talk to guys like him.

She could feel the weight of him on top of her, and his cock pressed deep inside her. It was a sensation more exquisite than she’d remembered. He was thrusting into her gently, but she could see the concentration in the set of his jaw, and feel the tension in his movements.

“I’m…about to cum…You’ll pull out, right?” she asked. Maria wasn’t sure if it was her in the vision saying this, or her present self. It was the one question her mind had space for either way.

“I told you I would,” he said.

And then she lost control, letting her voice cry out, her hands digging into his buttocks, everything inside her spasming around him.

“Oh god,” he said, in a tone that could only portend one thing.

And then the vision was gone, but the ecstasy wasn’t. Instead of David’s buttocks, it was the back of Ellie’s head that she gripped against her crotch, her hips bucking, her cry spilling out of her mouth with a string of curses. Curses muğla escort at how good it felt. Curses at being torn from that vision a moment too soon, when she needed to see what happened next. Needed to feel it too.

“Wow,” Ellie said eventually. “If our neighbors had any doubts about what we’ve been up to…”

Maria was still struggling to breathe, but she laughed at that.

“Come on, the dining hall closes in an hour,” Ellie said, giving her a hand up.

Maria didn’t care that she probably smelled of sex and sweat. She didn’t care what anyone thought of them, as they walked to the dining hall while holding hands.

David was there, across the large room. She must have been staring, because he saw her looking and smiled back, but didn’t approach. It made her feel warm and nervous, in ways Ellie never could.

Then Ellie was there next to her, with a tray full of mac and cheese and muffins and bananas. Ellie leaned in to kiss her, and Maria found herself caring who saw, for the first time. She kissed Ellie back, but her heart wasn’t in it.

She hadn’t really had a chance to process her vision yet. It meant that she had a real chance with David, something she never would’ve expected otherwise. It meant that the two of them were going to end up having sex.

On one hand, she wasn’t sure she could take that as guaranteed. Maybe there was still some way she could mess things up irreparably. But the vision wouldn’t have come to her if it was impossible or even unlikely.

In the lecture hall on Monday, David took the seat next to her. Maybe it was coincidence–there were no assigned seats, and the hall got pretty full–but it felt like fate, and Maria’s stomach fluttered at just being near him. He was such a specimen.

“Are you as ready to move beyond the Bronze Age as I am?” he asked, and it took Maria a moment to realize he was talking to her.

“Spoiler alert, but it’s the Iron Age next,” she said with a smile.

But even so, she knew she shouldn’t be flirting with this boy, no matter what a catch he was, no matter how interested he seemed to be. She was with Ellie. She was in a relationship. That ought to be enough for her. It had to be, if she was going to stay safe. If she was going to stave off her future as a mother. But sitting next to David, all she could think about was her vision. She was getting short of breath in her seat, desperately hoping no one would notice.

As the lecture ended, David said, “Maria, right? I’m having a party on Wednesday, if you want to come.”

“A party on a Wednesday?”

“Eh…not a rager. It’ll be chill. You can bring your girlfriend,” he added quickly.

So he knew. Of course he knew, he saw them kiss. And this wasn’t a date or anything, probably; he considered her taken.

“Sure, sounds like a good time,” she said. “Text me the details?”

And just like that, they exchanged numbers, and started a chain of texts that Maria couldn’t stop thinking about.

That night, she was in her dorm room pleasuring herself, thinking of that vision. Thinking of Wednesday. Could it happen then? She knew it wasn’t a good idea. Any penetration was risky. The withdrawal method was for the ignorant or the religious and optimistic, she thought. But even so…

She didn’t want to be in a relationship with Ellie anymore. Just like that, it’d gone from liberating to constraining. She texted Ellie, asking her to meet her at the woods just off campus.

Maria was relieved that no one was around when the two of them met there. Ellie moved to hold her hand, but Maria pulled away. “I brought you here to…We need to talk, El.”

“Oh,” Ellie said. “Oh well.”

“Oh well??” Maria asked.

“It was clear from the beginning that you were just a tourist to my side of the fence,” Ellie said.

“You haven’t even given me a chance to say it,” Maria said.

“You don’t have to. I’ve been here before,” Ellie said. “It’s what I do. I show straight girls what they’re missing. So anyway, if you ever find that your guy isn’t getting you off, you know where to find me.”

Maria hadn’t realized how much she’d depended on Ellie until they’d broken it off, and Maria was left to her own devices, as it were. She could get herself off, but it wasn’t the same. By the time Wednesday night came, the sense of freedom that Maria felt from being single again was already tinged with teenage desperation.

What if David wasn’t into her after all? Maria put some stake in her visions, but she wasn’t sure they were guaranteed to come true. Even if they did, what lengths would Maria have to go to, to be with him?

For the party, she put on a dress that hugged and accentuated her curves. It wasn’t easy to get in and out of, but maybe that was a plus. Yes, she knew she’d end up having sex with David eventually, but she knew she shouldn’t yet, if she could help it. She hardly knew him yet, after all. Even so, the knowledge made her nervous and aroused. She dabbed on a little essential ordu escort oil, to hopefully cover her scent. She didn’t want it to seem like she was throwing herself at him, like she was a woman in heat.

David’s gathering was very chill. Conversation and hors d’oeuvres. A little tasteful background music. The wine wasn’t really the kind of thing to binge on. Maria talked to a lot of people, but her eye always kept finding David’s across the room. Making eye contact, being near him, any touch at all, made her nearly gasp. She wondered how obvious it might be to the others.

She didn’t mean to be the last one there, but once things started winding down, a couple people started to help clean up, and Maria pitched in, and then somehow it was just her and David, and the dorm room didn’t seem all that big anymore.

“I’m glad you came tonight,” David said. “But…I feel like we didn’t get much chance to talk.”

“Talk?” Maria asked, thinking of other things they could do instead, then chastising herself for thinking it. She hoped he wouldn’t catch on.

“I mean, get to know each other,” David said.

“Right. Yeah,” she replied, to fill the air. If she didn’t say something, it was either going to be unbearably awkward, or the sexual tension was going to crush her. And she still didn’t know for sure if he felt any of it yet.

“Maybe you and I could hang out sometime,” David said.

“I…I’d like that,” Maria said, though it was a struggle.

“How about Friday?” he asked.

“Yeah, Friday’s good,” she replied, feigning nonchalance.

She was practically skipping on her way home. He had to like her, if he was inviting her over to hand out one-on-one. And she’d managed to get through the party without throwing herself at him, without making a fool of herself, without rushing to fulfill her vision and destroying it in the process.

Tonight would’ve definitely been too soon. Friday, though? Now it was Friday on her mind all the time. She wondered if this was all moving too fast. Or maybe she was reading too much into it, because of where she knew things could be headed.

Friday night, she skipped out on her friends’ group trip to the dining hall, to get ready. She showered and shaved and waffled between dressing up again vs. being her more casual self with him. Ultimately she settled on some tight-fitting jeans and a soft sweater.

Maria showed up at David’s door, expecting to hang out, but answered the door in a suit jacket.

“Are you doing job interviews?” she asked.

“Come on, we’ve got a reservation,” he said, ushering her back out the door.

So much for snuggling in front of a laptop screen or whatever, she thought. But then again, he was signaling that this was a first date, and he was trying to impress. She’d never much been one for dating per se, but she appreciated the gesture.

They went to a fancy Lebanese place, and her only regret was that she wanted to overindulge, and knew she shouldn’t. Sitting across from this beautiful boy, in a tastefully lit restaurant, it made her think about what they could get up to after, and somehow, the wait only heightened her anticipation.

Walking back to his place after, the butterflies in her stomach were just about to burst out, when he stopped by a lamp post and pulled her in for a kiss.

“Sorry, I resisted that as long as I could,” he said.

“You didn’t have to,” she teased. “How many lamp posts did we walk past already?”

And he kissed her again, slower this time, knowing that he could. By the time they returned to his place, kisses were no longer enough, but he was patient in waiting for her to warm to him by degrees. It made her wonder how many times he had done this before. A guy like this. Surely more times than she had.

When they were naked on his bed, she loved how he felt against her. She could feel the stiffness and warmth of his erection against her thigh. It would be so easy to align themselves, and then…

She thought of her vision of him inside her, unprotected. She thought of her visions of pregnancy and raising a child, the good and the bad. Her pulse raced at the thought. The terror and exhilaration and excitement of it all.

But she couldn’t. Not yet. So she reached down for him, taking his shaft in her hand, stroking it. She repositioned herself to bring her mouth to it, and David followed her lead, kissing her stomach, following the lines of her abdomen down to where they met.

Maria took him into her mouth, but it was hard to concentrate over what he was doing with his. Sorry, Ellie, she thought. This boy knows how to give a girl head. He explored her folds tentatively at first, waiting for her to push her hips against his fingers, his tongue. Meanwhile she licked his shaft top to bottom and back again, wondering how it would fit inside her. She could feel her intensity building up quickly, and she guided his tip into her mouth again, her hand caressing the skin of his shaft, cupping his testes. He osmaniye escort moaned into her slit, and she could feel the vibrations of his deep moans through his tongue.

She would have gone on forever like this, but she needed the release. She pressed her hips against his mouth in time with his tongue, until all at once she started to tremble violently. Her leg fell across his face, but he still didn’t stop. In fact, he started to thrust back against her, pushing more of himself into her mouth. And then she felt him turn rigid, and swell up in her mouth.

Maria struggled to keep up with the flood of seed into her mouth, but eventually she got it all down. In that moment, the option not to didn’t occur to her. It was hers. He was giving it to her because she had brought it forth.

Afterward, they panted, and he shifted to be able to kiss her deeply, not caring that they had each other’s juices on their tongues. When it did occur to Maria, she realized that if she had his seed in her mouth, then it was in his now too, and that meant he couldn’t go down on her again that night, not if she was going to stay safe. Her visions had showed her having risky intercourse with him sooner or later, but she didn’t know whether that would be the time she’d get knocked up or not–it could be sometime later, or she could be already pregnant in her vision but unaware of it. Maybe it wasn’t a rational fear, but they’d gotten this far without taking any risks, and she didn’t want to ruin that now.

It was a lot to think about, and she was struggling to think it through with David around. Naked, next to her, available for more. God, he was cute. But she had to stop it there, while she had the chance.

Maria got up off the bed and started to dress–hurrying but trying to not obviously hurry.

“You don’t have to go, if you don’t want to,” David said. It was as close to a plea as she could expect from a man who never had to beg.

“I…uh…forgot, I have this big paper due on Monday,” she said.

It was true, even if it wasn’t truly the first thing on her mind. Now that she thought of it, it would have been more responsible to have started the research that night instead of spending the evening with David.

That thought added on a layer of anxiety. The truth was, she loved college. She loved academia. She was flourishing here, and she could see herself pursuing it for live, the bottomless well of curiosity and knowledge. She didn’t want to do anything to risk that future. And yet here she was, letting her pussy get her distracted and boy-crazy.

Yet, even while walking home, she was reminiscing about being in David’s embrace, the feeling of his tongue delving into her slit, how he pulsed in her mouth before she came.

And then, out of the blue, a vision. A new one. She was in the park on a chilly late-winter day. Her daughter was on a swing at a playground. Daughter? That was new. Maria hadn’t known the baby’s gender before, but indeed, her daughter’s dark braids were hanging out the back of her little coat. Whenever the swing swung back toward her, Maria gave it a gentle push. Her daughter let loose a peel of giggles, and it made Maria smile from ear to ear.

The vision ended abruptly, the daylight replaced with night again so fast that Maria had an after-image of it on her eyes. Gone too was that intense, unexpected joy.

So parenthood wouldn’t be all sore breasts and sleepless nights and soiled diapers. Someday she would even come to enjoy it. Cherish it. It was a crack in her defenses. A crack that could bring the whole wall down, if she wasn’t careful. She tried to remember all the earlier visions, to make the exhaustion and drudgery real for herself again. She couldn’t let herself get carried away by a vision of one idyllic moment.

At the same time, why now? Her hands were shaking when she got back to her room. Was the universe trying to tell her something, by showing her this just after she’d been with David? Was this a sign that he was the one? She knew she shouldn’t read too much into it. Her visions had always been pretty random, and easy to misinterpret. And she and David had just hooked up the once so far, though she knew they would hook up at least once more.

She ran into him on the way to the dining hall the next day.

“Are we still good?” he asked. “I mean, because you kinda bolted last night.”

“Sorry,” she said. “Even after…I guess I got a case of nerves. Yeah. We’re good.”

They went inside and had brunch together, and the conversation reminded her that not only was he cute and good in bed, he was also smart and funny, and it seemed like they got along really well, and he must have some really good genes, and–hold on, that was a new one.

Maria was struggling to keep up her end of the conversation, because her mind kept wandering back to what a baby–their daughter–would look like. Even though, as she had to keep reminding herself, it was definitely not going to happen. At least not anytime soon.

While on Saturday it was just a lunch date, it wasn’t long before she found herself in bed with him again. And kneeling down in front of him in the shower. And spreading her legs on his desk, for him to eat her out. She even slept over once, and found that, to her relief and unacknowledged disappointment, she did not get woken up by a penis between her legs.

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Chapter One.

Saturday, May 11, 2002 – 10:15 PM

She waits in the dark… listening for his approach. In the darkness she hears the sounds of the night, the animals as they make ready for their rest and the night roamers as they make ready for their night’s work. She paces back and forth. She yearns for his touch and with each tick of her watch she fears that he will not come.

Will he leave her there in the dark alone?

The tears threaten to spill from her eyes as she thinks of her lover. The wind picks up her skirt and blows it tightly against her body.

He sees her there……… her body outlined in the moonlight. Quietly he makes his way to her. He feels her tension in the air… he knows her fears. He smiles slightly as he plans the night’s pleasures. What joy they will feel.

WHAT JOYS HE WILL GIVE HER.

She turns toward him sharply as he steps on a twig. She covers her mouth to smother the scream that formed there. Her fears ease and her body sways with relief. She sees her love. She rushes to him, his arms open to capture her. Around and around he swings her as she giggles with delight.

After a while, they embrace and their lips come together in a passionate kiss. He then takes her hand in his and slowly begins to lead her to the place he has prepared as their love nest.

END OF CHAPTER ONE.

Chapter Two.

Tuesday, May 14, 2002 – 11:19 PM

Arm in arm they walk down a dark and shadowy path lit only by the moonlight that peeks through the foliage up above. They walk along this path, he with his arm around her shoulders and her with her arm wrapped around his waist, her head pressed up against his chest, a smile on her face and feeling safe within his warm embrace. As they walk along this path that seemed to lead them deep in to the woods, they can hear the sounds of Mother Nature at work and those of the night creatures preparing for their evenings. They can hear the sounds of animals moving in the treetops, the movements of little critters underneath the shrubs, and the rustling of the grass and that of leaves as a slight breeze pushes them along.

She is suddenly startled by a noise above their heads and she tenses and presses herself even closer within his embrace and wraps her arm even tighter around his waist. He is not concerned about the noise for he knows each and every sound that is made here in the place that he calls home. But he does sense her tension and places his hand underneath her chin and raises her head so that he can see her face and look into her eyes.

He says to her “Do not be frighten or concerned my love, you are safe here with me and that sound that we just heard was that of the gracious bat patrolling the path that we now walk together on.”

She looks into his eyes and says, “Okay my love for I do feel safe whenever I am in your arms.”

He then leans over and places a tender kiss upon her lips and she responds in kind. She relaxes the grip upon his waist and again nestles her head on his chest only to raise it again and place a kiss upon his cheek and in a sweet loving voice asks him, “Where is it that we are going my love?”

He looks down at her, smiles, and replies, “I am taking you to a very special place my love, a magical place deep within these woods, a place where no man or woman has ever gone. You, my love, will be the only human that will have been there and the only one that will know of its magic.”

She smiles at him and says, “Awwww, I love you baby”

“I love you too, very much, my sweet southern belle” he replies.

They tenderly kiss once more, she again nestles her head upon his chest and they continue their journey to this magical place that he has told her they are going to.

As they walk along she wonders, can this really be? What is this that I hear? I am not sure but I do believe that I can hear the sounds of violins, accordions and the sweet heavenly sounds of harps coming from the distance. But if this is so, how can it be true? For my love has told me that no man or woman has ever been here. She raises her head from his chest and looks into his eyes and asks “My love, is this sweet lovely music that I hear?”

He looks down at her, smiles and replies: “Yes, my love you are correct. But this music that you hear is not music created by man. This, my love, is music created by the love between lovers. It is the music created by the love we two share. It is the music of our hearts my sweet southern belle and we shall hear it all the while that we are within this magical place.”

She smiles at him and then asks, “Does this mean that we are almost there my love?”

“Yes my dear, you are correct again. We do not have too much further to go.” he replies as he places a kiss on her cheek.

As she rests her head once more upon his chest she can hear the beating of his heart, the sweet music of love fills her head and feelings of joy and contentment course through her entire bilecik escort being.

Closer and closer they get to their destination and the music that their love has created now surrounds them and it alters its rhythm with each and every emotion that passes between them. The excitement that they now share has caused it to pick up its pace and rhythm and it adds to the anticipation that they feel within them.

As they approach this wondrous place, she looks up in astonishment for in front of her she can see what looks like a soft but heavenly mist that extends both left and right as far as her eyes can see. In the center of this mist there is what resembles a doorway of gold and silver with an arch at the top. In truth, what she sees is indeed a doorway of gold and silver that shimmers with ever movement of the moonlight as it shines through the treetops as they slowly sway in the evening breeze.

Finally they reach the doorway and stand there in each others arms until he removes his arm from around her shoulder and gently places his hands on her arms and turns her to face him. He places his fingers beneath her chin, raises her head slightly and looks deep into her eyes and in a loving voice asks her, “Are you ready my love for the pleasures that are to come? Are you ready for the wonders that I have been allowed, by the Gods, to share with you? Are you ready to see what dreams are made of? And are you ready for the magic that will forever be yours and mine?”

She looks back at him and with anticipation and desire in her voice she replies, “Yes my love, I am ready.”

He tenderly kisses her sweet lips and leans back and says to her, “Alright my dear southern belle. But before we go any further there are two things you must know.”

“Yes my love. Please tell me” she replies.

“Okay” he says. And then he adds, “The first thing is that you must take care of what emotions you allow yourself to express, for the music that our love has created, does and will respond accordingly to each of those emotions. And most important, if I ask something of you, you must do as I say, for if you don’t, it could surely bring about undesirable results.”

“I understand my love. I will attempt to control my emotions and if you do ask something of me, I will do as you say.” She replies.

He puts his arms around her and holds her close to him and whispers to her “Alright my love, we are ready then.”

He then turns and faces the doorway and whispers something soft and low. She knows not what he has said, but she knows that it will cause the door in the doorway to open and reveal the various wonders that await them this beautiful and wondrous evening.

END OF CHAPTER TWO.

Chapter Three.

Wednesday, May 15, 2002 – 11:36 AM

As the door opens, they slowly step into a very large room of white that consists of many doorways on a circular wall in front of them. They notice that these doorways resemble, in shape and in beauty, the doorway that they have just passed through. On each of these doorways there is a golden nameplate with names such as Companionship, Friendship, Romance, Love, Pleasure, Eroticism and Ecstasy written on them.

They look at each other knowingly and smile at each other for they both instinctively know that this surely is not the last time that they will visit this place and they also instinctively know the doorway that the other has selected. They turn and walk hand in hand to the doorway with the name “Ecstasy” written on its nameplate. He again whispers something soft and low. And the door in this doorway also begins to open.

They enter an immense but dimly lit room. But as they enter, the light within the room slowly begins to brighten until it is at a romantic setting. The light seems to come from nowhere for there are no light fixtures to be seen anywhere in the room. But from wherever it does come from, it displays the beauty of the room and causes it to seemingly come to life.

On each wall there are large pictures of beautiful natural settings, and curtains of red with gold trim that surround these pictures. There are also silk cushions and pillows lying in strategic locations within the room. In one wall there is what looks like a fireplace with golden chalices sitting on the ledge above it. Up against the center of the wall in front of them there is a large circular bed covered with golden silk sheets and a canopy of lace.

Upon the bed there lies a beautiful white evening gown with nylons and undergarments of white to go with the lovely gown. On the bed beside the gown there also lies a handsomely tailored black suit. On the floor beside the bed are the matching pair of white shoes that go with the gown and the black shoes that go with the suit.

They stood hand in hand in the middle of the room admiring the beauty of it all until they both turn and put their arms around each other and kiss one another. The kiss is a tender one at first but slowly turns manisa escort into a kiss of passion for desire begins to rekindle itself within them both. They nearly lose control and let their animal instincts take over. But at the last second he pulls away and smiles down at her and says, “No my love. We must do this right. There is much we must experience before we let ourselves give into the passion.”

She looks at him, nods her head and smiles. They slowly make their way to the bed and stand there and admire the attire that is there for them to wear. Finally, he reaches down and gently picks up the gown.

He hands it to her and says to her with a smile, “Here my love, put this on and I shall return shortly.”

He then gathers up the suit and shoes, and heads towards a doorway set in one of the walls. But before he leaves he turns and smiles at her, and blows her a kiss, and with his lips he silently says, “I love thee my sweet southern belle.” He then turns and disappears.

She removes the clothes she has on and picks up the beautiful gown. She puts it up against her silky soft skin and starts to turn when she notices a full length mirror, that seems to have suddenly appeared from out of nowhere, just like the door her lover had just gone through. She stops and looks at the gown and at herself in the mirror, and smiles. She then slowly begins to get dressed, making sure that everything is perfectly placed, how and where it belongs, and that it looks and feels perfect, for she wants to make her lover smile with joy.

While she dresses, she can hear the beautiful music of their love, not only all around her, but in her head as well as in her heart and soul, and she can not help but smile and wonder what sweet joys this night will bring.

As she stands there looking, one last time, at the mirrors reflection of herself in the gown and matching shoes, she hears a soft knock coming from the direction in which Her lover had not too long ago disappeared. She also hears him softly inquire, “May I enter my love?”

She quickly checks her appearance one last time and as she turns and replies, “Yes my love, please do.”

With that, the mirror in which she was looking at herself slowly begins to vanish and turns into a mist which also slowly dissipates.

He enters the room and slowly begins to make his way towards His sweet southern belle. As he approaches her, the doorway which he had just passed through, just like the mirror a few seconds before, also begins to vanish until no evidence remains to indicate that it was ever there.

He pauses a short distance from where she stands and gazes at her lovingly and says, “Look at you my love. You are a radiant picture of beauty.”

To this she replies “And you my love, look at you, You look so handsome in your suit.”

She then extends her hand to him and he again moves towards her. When he is finally close enough, he reaches out and takes her soft tender hand in his, leans over slightly and places a soft gentle kiss upon the back of his lovers hand.

He straightens and sees the smile on her face and softly says, “Te amo mi amor.”

At that instant, from out of nowhere there appears, in his hand, a single pink rose bud which he places on the strap of her evening gown where it remains, as if that is where it belonged. As she admires the beautiful little bud on the strap of her evening gown she realizes in astonishment that in one of her hands there is also a single pink rose bud. She in turn places the rose bud on the lapel of his suit where it also remains. They smile at each other, embrace one another and tenderly kiss each other.

He then leads her to the fireplace where he reaches up and takes down the two golden chalices sitting on the ledge above it.

He smiles at her and says, “My love, these are filled with the sweet nectar of the finest champagne”.

He lovingly hands one of the chalices to her and in disbelief she realizes that the contents of the chalices are chilled to perfection. They then cross their arms in a toast and take a sip of each other’s chalice.

He then takes the chalices and places them back on the ledge, turns to her, takes her lovely face in his hands and says to her, “My love, all that you have seen, all that you have experienced and all that remains for us to experience is all for you. I just hope you enjoy it all as much as I know I surly will.”

To this she smiles and replies, “I believe in my heart that I will always cherish this night of bliss my love.”

He again takes her in his arms and kisses her sweet lips. Because of the passion she feels emanating from his lips and from his hands and because of the passion she feels building up within her, she closes her eyes and passionately returns his every kiss.

As they stand there in each other’s arms and kiss one another, they gently sway with the rhythm of the music that their two hearts are creating.

END OF CHAPTER THREE.

Chapter mersin escort Four.

Thursday, May 16, 2002 – 3:50 PM

While they are caught up in the passion of the moment and spellbound by the music of their love, they both know that they must stop what they are doing and regain control of there emotions. For if they don’t they know that their animal instincts will surely take over and they will miss out on all that is yet to come. At the same time they both gently pull away from each other. And in the instant that they both open their eyes they realize that they are no longer standing in the same room where they had just been. Instead, they stood in a large circular room with a towering dome ceiling and plush red carpet that covered its floor.

Set into the wall that enclosed the room, one right after the other, were beautiful tinted windows like those of a grand cathedral. Underneath each window was a lit candle. The flickering flame of each of these candles caused shadows to dance across the windows. In the center of the room set a large round table set for two. The table was covered with a tablecloth of white with gold trim along its edges.

In the center of the table stood a candelabra with six lit candles. Above the table and hanging from the center of the dome ceiling, was a large chandelier made up of what looked like diamonds, emeralds and rubies which Sparkled and glittered with every movement from the flames of the candles beneath it. On either side of the table and arranged in perfect order, were utensils of gold and silver and plates made of crystal. And next to the candelabra sat the two chalices that they had just recently drank from.

They looked at one another and smiled. “This is so beautiful my love,” she says.

“Yes. Yes indeed it is my love.” he replies as they both turn in the direction of the table and hand in hand make their way to it.

On either side of the table sits a chair with plush cushions. As they approach the chair nearest to them he reaches out and pulls the chair from the table, bows slightly, makes a gesture with his hand, smiles and says to her: “Sit my love. Please.” She smiles at him and sits in the chair as he helps her settle in. He leans over and kisses her, smiles and starts to make his way to the other chair.

But before he gets very far he stops, turns around to face her, smiles and returns to where she is sitting. On one knee he kneels beside her chair and takes her soft tender hand in his, looks into her eyes, smiles and says, “My love, I had planned on waiting to do this later but I feel that the moment has come for me to fulfill my intentions.”

Not knowing what he means she only replies, “Yes my love.”

He leans over and places a tender kiss on her hand, looks up at her, smiles and asks, “My love, do you recall that I asked you earlier if you were ready for the magic that we would forever share?”

She smiles and quickly replies “Yes my love, Yes I do remember you asking me that.”

He smiles and says, “Well, I have something that I’d like you to have.”

He then reaches into the pocket of his suit and from it he pulls out a small glass vial capped at one end. She has no Idea what it could be but she notices that it is filled with a liquid substance that changes color whenever it is caused to move.

He looks deep into her eyes and as he places the vial in her hand he says, “My love, in this container is my love for you. I had it especially extracted from the most inner core of my being by the Gods so that I could offer it to you.”

She looks at him, smiles and says, “Ohhh, my love, I know not what to say.”

He replies, “It is yours my love it you want it.”

Quickly she replies, “Yes! Yes! I want it.” And then with a questioning look, she adds, “But what do I do with it my love?”

He replies, “Whenever you need me and I can not be with you, open the container and bring it to your lips. But do not drink of the liquid my love. Just let it touch your lips and you will immediately feel the love I have for you course through your entire being. And you will know that I am there with you.”

She looks at the small vial in her hand, smiles and says to him, “Ohhh. My love, this is so beautiful and right now I feel so wonderful.” She has nowhere to put the precious treasure so she tucks it in the top of her gown and just above her heart. She looks into his eyes and says, “Thank you my love. Thank you.” She then throws her arms around him and kisses him passionately.

Still feeling the affects of her passionate kiss he raises from where he is kneeling, looks down at her smiling back at him. He gently squeezes her hand and smiles at her before he turns and once more makes his way towards his chair.

At the very instant that he sits down, the flames of the candles in the candelabra flicker as though made to do so from a slight breeze. As the flames begin to steady themselves, there on the table sits a silver tray covered with a round silver cover. He leans forward and peeks underneath the cover of the tray and smiles. He looks at her and says, “Our dinner is here my love.” And as he extends his arm towards the tray, he says with a smile, “May I serve you sweetheart?”

She smiles and hands her plate to him and says, “Yes my love please do.” And he begins to put food on both his and her plate.

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Kenji woke up the next day, earlier than he normally would. He couldn’t really sleep. Yesterday, his succubus lord mother forced him in a bind. Kenji had to impregnate a hundred different women before he, and his fiancee Aoi, got married. The wedding date was one year from now, which meant he had his work cut out for him. The prospect of cheating on his new fiancee, so many times, did not sit well with the young incubus. But, if he was going to do this, there had to be no way Aoi could find out about it. That meant no fertilizing any women Aoi knew or females that had any remote chance of interacting with her. He needed to be cautious, and choose his subjects cautiously.

Aoi awoke to find Kenji not lying bed with her. Still in her pajamas, she headed towards the kitchen where she found her fiancee in exercising clothes. Kenji wore a workout tank top, baggy jogging shorts (to hide his massive schlong, that was huge, even when flaccid), and a pair of sneakers. Aoi may have been saving her virginity for her honeymoon, but that didn’t mean she didn’t appreciate her handsome fiancee’s sexy body. Kenji was doing some basic stretches which gave Aoi a good view of his manly form. She never knew how Kenji was able to keep such a fit form, despite not working out a lot. There wasn’t a single area which did not have great muscle tone. However, in no way, did he have the the overly muscled form of a body builder. Good genes, Aoi guessed. After seeing the beauty that was his mother and sister, Aoi wouldn’t rule that out. Plus, it only meant the chance for beautiful children was high.

“Morning, Kenji. What are you doing?” Aoi asked.

“Oh, morning babe. I was thinking about going for a jog. I figured I’d start working out more, to keep myself in shape,” Kenji said.

“But, your already in pretty good shape,” Aoi said. She wasn’t lying, as her eyes drifted down to his toned biceps and calf muscles.

“Yeah, but I want to be in peak physical condition for our wedding. Besides, it would give me something to do,” Kenji said, exaggerating the truth. The truth was, the jog was just an excuse for Kenji to leave the apartment and search for potential baby momma’s.

So considerate, Aoi thought. Kenji was willing to stay in shape for her. Other girls should be so lucky. Aoi pictured Kenji with an even more physically fit body and couldn’t help but blush. She was still a red blooded woman, after all. “You know, I think that might be an excellent idea. Tell you the truth, I could lost a few pounds too,” she said.

“Don’t be silly, your perfect babe,” Kenji said. He loved the way Aoi looked. He liked that she had a few extra pounds as it added some meat on her bones. It also complimented her motherly figure. Kenji walked up to Aoi, embracing her by the waist, and gave her a quick smooch.

“Awww, you’re so sweet,” Aoi said as she returned the favor. The two continued to kiss until loud thumping sounds could be heard coming from outside the apartment. It sounded like a bunch of people were doing something out there. “What could that be?” Aoi asked.

“I don’t know, but I’ll check,” he said. The two headed towards the door and opened it. They peaked outside to find several burly men carrying boxes, tables, and furniture inside the apartment next to them.

“Did we get knew neighbors?” Aoi asked.

“I don’t know, I think Mr. Ueshiba would have said something,” Kenji said. Mr. Ueshiba was the 70 something year old landlord of the apartment complex. As the movers were hulling junk into the place, Kenji and Aoi noticed a certain red headed woman directing the movers on where to place place each item.

The woman was no other than Shizu, Kenji’s older succubus sister. “Shizu?!” Kenji exclaimed.

Shizu turned around, “Good morning, neighbor,” she said with a joking tease.

“What the heaven is going on?” Kenji asked.

Shizu made a cocky smile before saying, “What’s it look like? I’m moving in.”

Kenji didn’t know what to say, but before he could get a word in, Aoi said, “Really! Oh my god, that’s so wonderful. I’d love having family so close by,” Aoi was practically jumping up and down with joy. Kenji was not.

“I’m glad to see my adorable new sister-in-law happy. Though, I can’t say the same for my stick-in-the-mud brother,” Shizu said.

“Why are you moving here?” Kenji asked.

“Isn’t it obvious? To be closer to family. Also, mother’s company is opening up a new branch, in the city, and she’s asked me to run things here,” Shizu said proudly.

“Uh-huh. And you couldn’t get some fancy penthouse, someplace else becuase…?” Kenji asked. However, Aoi interjected.

“Kenji,..” Aoi said, “I think it’s amazing your sister is moving in. Having a family member so close would be great for us. Welcome to the neighborhood, Shizu.”

All Kenji could do was give a quite groan.

“Thank you, Aoi. By the way, how’s the espresso machine working out for you?” Shizu asked.

“Beautifully. I tried it yesterday and it’s amazing. Oh! I could make us all a brew, right now. It would be a splendid way to start the day,” Aoi said.

“That bayburt escort sounds awesome,” Shizu smiled.

“Great! Be right back,” Aoi said as she headed back inside her apartment.

“What?” Shizu said to Kenji, “Why are you looking at me weird?”

“Why are you really here?” Kenji asked seriously.

“If you must know, there are two reasons. First, I wasn’t lying about the company. Mother recently set up a new branch downtown and she’s selected me to be in charge. A good choice, in my humble opinion. But the second reason, is to help you. Mother told me all about the contract, and how you have to breed a hundred bitches before your wedding. I’m here to help you,” Shizu said.

“Help me? Why?” Kenji said, confused about his big sister’s motivations.

“Believe it or not I want you to succeed. So does mother. But you got to realize that you are a demon, not a human. You and Aoi are a great couple and I would hate to see you guys apart. So, mother told me to give you any assistance you need” Shizu said.

Kenji gave a big sigh, “Look, I appreciate the gesture, I really do. But I don’t think I will need it. Before I met Aoi, I seduced two human within the same week. And I wasn’t even trying then,” he said.

“Oh?” Shizu said. “You think it will be that easy?”

“Probably, maybe. But listen, if I need any help I’ll come ask for it okay,” he said.

“Fair enough,” Shizu said. By this time, Aoi came out with three freshly brewed espressos.

“Here you go, careful their hot,” Aoi said. They all took their cups and began to sip. The three, mostly Aoi and Shizu, began to have a casual conversation before one of the movers interrupted.

“Hey, Ms. Tanashi,” one of the movers said, “were almost done, but are these boxes in the truck that the boys and I are having a hard time moving. I think we might need to dolly them in.”

Aoi thought that was strange. Each mover was built like a bodybuilder. They were able to move heavy furniture up flights of stairs with ease, but a few boxes were giving them trouble?

“Oh, those? I’ll take care of them,” Shizu said.

“Are you sure?” the burly mover said, “They’re pretty heavy,”

“Trust me, I got it. You boys take a break, you’ve earned it. I’ve got some refreshments in the kitchen for you guys,” Shizu said.

“Thanks,” the mover said as him and his crew went inside Shizu’s apartment.

“Looks like I got some stuff to take care of. Talk to you later,” Shizu said to Kenji and Aoi.

“Sure, see you later Shizu,” Aoi said.

“Well, I better get my jog over with,” Kenji said.

“Okay, have fun and be safe. Love you” Aoi said.

“Love you too,” he said. He gave Aoi on big kiss on lips and headed off. Little did she know, that her fiancee was off to fuck some random stranger.

Kenji jogged several miles, towards the city. He didn’t see why humans found jogging so difficult. For an incubus, jogging long distances, was nothing. He could run for an hour straight and wouldn’t break a sweat. It would be borderline cheating if he ran a marathon, thanks to his demon heritage. Kenji knew of a large public park located near the center of the city. It was a place humans came to hang out, exercise, organize group activities, and many other things. Kenji even took Aoi on a few dates there. He also knew there were plenty of hot, fertile babes to choose from.

Kenji ran to the city park. To most, he blended as one of many runners on the jogging trail. He needed to find the perfect situation. He had to fuck a girl, somewhere secluded, and it had to be a one time thing. Kenji also had to make sure the human expected no further relationship to bloom out of it. He didn’t know what exactly he was looking for, but he would know the perfect situation when he saw it.

Kenji jogged all around the park, scanning for potential mates. As he was running, he approached something interesting; a bunch of tennis courts. These weren’t around, when Kenji was last here. They must have been a new addition. There were four courts, surrounded by a wall of tall, black chain linked fence. Right next to the courts, was a small building. The building had bathrooms, vending machines for sports drinks, and what appeared to be a pair of changing rooms. On the far side of the courts. stood a large wall where people could hit tennis balls against it. This was so people could volley balls back and forth with themselves. A few people could be spotted finishing up a tennis match. For some odd reason, Kenji thought this could be interesting and decided to give this place a closer look.

He walked around the fence wall, towards the entrance. As he was entering, two men were leaving. The two guys were obviously tall and athletic, with some tennis gear on. They looked tired, sweaty, and flustered. They also had the expression like they saw a ghost. One of the males went up to Kenji, “Hey. You coming in to play?”

“Maybe. I wanted to get a closer look at this place, but probably,” Kenji said.

“Well, a little bit of advice,” the other guy bartın escort said, “if your looking to play, stay away from the blonde lady. That chick is nuts. She may look like nice eye candy, but trust me, there’s nothing nice about getting your ass torn up on the tennis court. That bitch is on another level.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” Kenji said. The two human men left as Kenji walked inside the court. The tennis courts were empty, except for one person. There was a yellow hair woman, hitting tennis balls against the wall. By the way the blonde was smacking those tennis balls, she seemed to be very focused to she was doing. She hit the balls, with her racket, with such force it caused her to make loud grunt sound. She was on a roll, as no matter how fast the ball bounced off the wall, she was able to move with enough agility to keep the volley streak going.

Kenji took a minute to check out the female. She had blonde, golden hair and blue eyes. Her long hair was pulled back in a long braided ponytail that ran down her back. It was beyond clear, that this women was athletically fit. Every muscle on her body was showing through, with nice definition. However, her muscle tone did not distract from her overall feminine form. She had an hourglass figure with wide hips and tanned skin, no doubt, from her countless hours exercising in the sun. Her legs were as powerful as they were long. But most importantly, Kenji could see the melon size breasts on her chest. Those tanned orbs seemed to defy gravity as the bounced and jiggled with each rapid movement she made. The golden hair babe wore all white, tennis gear. A white visor on her head, to keep the sun from her eyes. A small athletic tank top, which was stretched to the limit thanks to the big juicy tit-flesh. The bottom of her stomach was exposed, showing off her nicely toned washboard abs. A pair of white athletic shorts, hugged her rounded booty and hips. She also wore a pair of white tennis shoes and socks. The tennis racket, she was using, was orange with some stylized graphics painted on the side of it.

Since Kenji was an incubus, one of his powers was, he could scan a human female to see how fertile she was, at the moment. This power had an official fancy demon name, but it was most commonly referred to as a fertility vision. Fertility vision allows an incubus to see a certain aura being projected around the female. Only a demon can actually see it. What tells Kenji if a woman is fertile, is based on the color of the aura. There are various shades of colors and each shade means something different. But, in basic sense, a dull gray means the female is infertile (at the moment) and a sparkling red aura meant the woman was at the peak of her fertility. Kenji scanned the blonde woman, and sure enough, the color around her was red. This signaled she was a good candidate for some baby making sex. A perfect candidate.

Kenji walked behind her, “Ahem, excuse me,” he said.

The woman turned around, “What the hell?!” she screamed . She nearly jumped in the air as she heard Kenji’s voice. “Jesus, fucking christ! Don’t sneak on people like that! What’s the matter with you?!”

“I’m sorry-” Kenji said, but was then interrupted by the angry girl’s voice.

“Great! Now, I lost my concentration. I was in the zone too! I could’ve broken my volley record, you dick!” the blonde shouted.

“Wow, calm down lady,” Kenji said. The women was acting erratic, which might have been what those two guys were talking about earlier.

“I’m calm! I’M SUPER CALM! I’m the most tranquil bitch in all calmsville!! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S FREAKING OUT!” she shouted.

“…”

The young woman gave a sigh, “Look, I’m a little on edge right now. I have the match of my life tomorrow and I need to be in tip top condition. What do you want?” It was clear, the female had a lot going on. Her face suggested she hasn’t been getting enough sleep, the last few days. She had a crazy look in her eye, like a predator searching for prey. Kenji decided to release some of his incubus pheromones.

“Nothing really, I haven’t been here a while and I noticed they built these new tennis courts,” he said.

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. They built these courts last year. I’ve been coming here, whenever I’m in the city,” the women said. She scanned Kenji up and down with her eyes, checking the young man out. He might have looked like a twink, but she had to admit, this guy had an alright body. Nice muscles and posture; he must work out a little. bit. Maybe he could make a useful new partner.

“Hey,” the blonde said, “you play tennis?”

“Not frequently,” Kenji said to her.

“Meh, good enough. Want to play?” she asked.

“I guess,” he responded.

“Good,” she said with a wicked grin. She went over to a wired crate on wheels that was holding a ton of bright green tennis balls. Hanging off the crate were towels, cup holders with sports drinks, and a couple of spare rackets. The woman threw Kenji a spare, blue racket. He caught it, before saying thank you.

“You ığdır escort go on the end of that court,” the girl pointed, “and I’ll go on this end.” The two got into position. “Best out of two matches wins. Not it’s a mystery who’s going to when *cough* me *cough*. What hand and do you play with?”

Kenji shrugged, “Doesn’t matter, both.”

“Ambidextrous, huh? Great, so am I. Unfortunately for you, I’m sort of a pro. You’ve got no chance. But, in the interest of fairness, I’ll play with the hand I least play with. It should give you some leeway, but not much. You ready to lose, kid!” the blonde said.

“Are you going to talk all day little poodle, or are you going to bite?!” Kenji said dryly.

The woman gave a wicked, toothy smile, “Confidant, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll knock that out of you in no time!”

“By the way,” Kenji said, “before we begin I never got your name. I’m Kenji.”

“Hmph. Well, if you must know, it’s Ishi. Enough talk! Ready?!” Ishi said.

“Ready when you are,” Kenji said, wanting to get this over with.

Ishi grabbed a ball, dribbled it on the ground a few times with her racket, and threw it straight up in the air. When the ball came falling back down, Ishi spiked it with such force in went flying towards Kenji’s side. It felt like the ball had been shot, over a 100 miles per hour. Kenji didn’t expect a human to hit the ball with such velocity. It caught him off guard. The ball immediately went out of bounds, much to Ishi’s delight.

“HA! 15-love, bitch! I told you I was going to make short work of you!” Ishi said with a competitive fire.

“Don’t be so sure,” Kenji said quietly. It was more than obvious that this women was no amateur tennis player. This meant Kenji was actually going to have to pay attention.

Ishi grabbed another fresh ball and proceeded to shoot another spike his way. To the naked eye, that ball was moving extremely fast. But Kenji had supernatural senses and reflexes. To him, that ball might as well have been going in slow motion. Tracking the ball, Kenji hit the ball back to Ishi, with just as much force, causing her to be caught of guard as well. The ball zoomed passed her, giving Kenji the points.

“15-15,” Kenji said with a grin.

Ishi groaned, “Don’t get cocky!” she then spiked another ball as hard as she could. Kenji returned shot, and Ishi hit the ball back again. The two began to volley, back and forth, for several moments. Ishi managed to put some spin on it causing the ball to bonce in the opposite direction.

“30-15! I hope you enjoyed that point from before, because it’s the last one I’m giving you,” Ishi said.

At this moment, Kenji decided to turn up the heat. He proceeded to use his overpowered, cheating, demon abilities to his advantage. For the next point, Kenji and Ishi volleyed for a solid five minutes. He then found an opening and seized it. He hit the ball over, giving himself the tying score. After a competitive remark by Ishi, the two continued the game. They traded blow after blow until one came out on top…Kenji.

“That’s game,” Kenji said with a smile. He hardly broke a sweat, but Ishi was on the other side panting. She couldn’t remember the last time someone gave her this much of a challenge…she loved it.

Ishi had a warriors spirit to her. The thought of taking down a strong opponent thrilled her to no end. “Not so fast, hot shot. I said best two out of three. You got one more match to go. Enjoy this one while it lasts,” she said as she switched her tennis racket to her dominant hand, “because this time I’m holding nothing back.”

For the next match, it was Kenji who served the ball first. If he wanted to, Kenji could hit the ball so hard that no mortal human could catch it. However, this chick would go off the wall if she was completely dominated. He needed to make it look somewhat competitive.

The following round of tennis was relatively close. Ishi scored, then Kenji scored. Each volley of the ball lasted for long periods of time. Ishi thought she had Kenji a few times but he was prepared. The match went down to the wire, with each point being very close. Nonetheless, Kenji decided to give Ishi this round. If she didn’t win one game, he had no doubt this human would go bonkers. On the last point, Kenji intentionally missed the ball giving Ishi the winning point.

“FUCK YEAH! I win! See, told you! Though, I got to admit, your more skilled than I give you credit for!” Ishi said in a crazy sounding voice. She was panting much more heavily this time. This match with Kenji was giving her much more of a workout than she possibly could have expected.

This guy wasn’t human, Ishi thought. If only she knew the half of it.

“You ready, chump! I’m gonna mop the court with you!” she said.

Kenji looked at her calmly, “Do I look worried to you?”

“Cocky bastard,” Ishi muttered under her breath. She then spiked the first ball of the deciding match. This round of tennis would decide the victor, with the score tied up 1 to 1. Ishi was now giving it all she had. She held nothing back and wasn’t afraid to smack that ball with violent force. Any other mortal man would have had a very hard time keeping up with her but, Kenji wasn’t a mortal man. He wanted to keep the match as competitive as possible, and from the look of things, Ishi was enjoying it. She may have been drenched in sweat, but the fire burning in her soul was giving her extreme thrills.

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