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“I’m so excited, I can’t believe we’re going on a cruise!” Jill quickly said. “4 days sailing around the Caribbean, how fabulous!” You look over at your girlfriend, her blonde hair falling in waves halfway down her back, her voluptuous tits overflowing from her tight, short sundress. Damn, she is sexy.

You begin to rub her thigh, and she smiles, grabs your hand and guides it higher up her thigh. As your fingers touch her pussy, you realize that she’s not wearing panties. This realization makes your dick hard. Just the thought that a breeze might catch her skirt and lift it ever so slightly, allowing you to get a glimpse of her sweet, creamy white ass.

She smiles at you as she notices the bulge forming in your pants. “Save it for tonight baby.” she says as she leans over and kisses your cheek. Your cab pulls up to the docks and the two of you begin the process of boarding the ship.

You unlock the door to your deluxe cabin and then flop down on the bed calling Jill over. As she is standing by the bed you begin rubbing the back of her thighs, moving your hands upward toward her ass. She is rubbing your head now, wanting to push it, guide it down to her crotch.

You grab her and throw her back onto the bed, hiking up her sundress in the process. You get down onto your knees, escort çapa spreading her legs apart, exposing her clean shaven pussy. You use your fingers, gently spreading her pussy lips apart. As you hold her pussy open you insert two fingers into her wet pussy, causing her to squirm with pleasure.

You lean over and begin licking her clit lightly, in circular motions. You then begin sucking and lightly nibbling driving Jill crazy, her hands frantically grabbing at your head, pushing it down into her cunt. You slowly pull your fingers out of her dripping wet pussy and begin tongue fucking her, wiggling your tongue as you thrust it deep into her pussy.

Then she comes. You love it when you make her come. Her pussy begins contracting around your thrusting tongue, her hands grabbing and yanking at your hair, her head thrown back, moaning. “Fuck me, eat me, don’t stop. Oh God don’t stop!” she moans.

You continue to pump her with your fingers until her convulsion stop. She pushes you onto your back and removes your pants and boxers. As she pulls off her sundress she climbs on top of you, slowly lowering herself onto your waiting cock.

As soon as your completely inside her pussy she begins slowly grinding back and forth, her hands fondling istanbul eskort her tits, just like you like. She grabs her boob, then pinches the nipples making them hard. Her hips are moving in a circular motion now, her pussy grinding hard against your dick.

You push her over and lift her legs onto your shoulders. You begin thrusting deep into her cunt. Her hand moves down and grasps your cock as it glides into and out of her wet pussy. This sensation is driving you crazy. You begin pumping her faster, harder, until you’re ready to climax.

“Ahhhhhh! Uhhhh, uhhh!” you moan as you shoot your load filling her tight pussy. Your warm cum filling her up is enough to send Jill into orgasm. “Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!” she screams as her nails dig into your back a sure sign of her satisfaction.

You both collapse onto the bed in a tired heap. “I want to go explore the ship.” Jill says. “Do you wanna come with me? I want to find a special place for you and me to, you know, later.” She gives you her sexy look and you know exactly what she is thinking. “All right, that sounds like a plan.” you reply, pulling on your pants, preparing for your walk.

The two of you walk along the railing, looking out to the ocean. Suddenly the wind catches and lifts her short, escort fatih pink, mini sundress and you get a glimpse of her pussy. Your dick begins to harden. She looks over at you and down to your pants knowing how that would turn you on.

She then pulls you into a corner, along the railing. She begins hungrily kissing you and rubbing your cock through your pants. You turn her around, unzipping your pants. You lift her skirt, inserting two of your fingers into her moist pussy. After your finger are nice and wet you pull them from her pussy and ease them slowly deep into her tight ass.

After you’ve loosened her asshole, you pull your dripping cock from your pants forcing it deep into her ass, causing her to grip the railing tightly. Soon, after you’ve pumped her ass a few times, Jill is pressed up against you, pushing your cock further and further into her ass. As she moves her hand down to her clit and then begins pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy, she comes, grinding her ass against your throbbing cock.

As her ass spasms in orgasm around your dick, you come, thrusting your cock as deep as possible into Jill’s ass. Your cum fills her ass and your cock slides in and out with ease. After you finish, you pull your dick from her ass and fix her skirt. “I think this place will be just fine.” Jill says with a smile.

“I don’t know, we could always go on another walk later and see if we could find a better place later?” you ask, grabbing and squeezing her ass with a smile. “That sounds like a pretty damn good idea.” she replies as the two of you continue on your walk. . .

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It was done, over in little more than a moment. But when the moment had passed I couldn’t help but wonder what had taken us so long to finally do it.

My wife and I had been together for over a decade. In that time we had engaged in all manner of foreplay and sex, much of it genuinely erotic, some of it humorous and a smattering of it disappointing. We prided ourselves on regularly sharing our ever-evolving fantasies with one another, as many of the couples we knew led what we knew to be drab or unfulfilling lives both in and out of the bedroom. Polly and I, though hardly consumed with sex, were nonetheless not the least bashful about making plans to try something new on occasion in an effort to keep our marriage strong. We were (and are) very much in love and meant to remain so.

After a recent evening of pleasing her orally, it occurred to me that she had not spent much time with her mouth on me of late, at least not beyond the brief suckle-and-stroke she employed to get me hard enough to penetrate her. I knew she didn’t enjoy staying down on me for a variety of reasons, but she was plenty skilled at the act and I missed the many thrills her particular method afforded. She had long ago ceased swallowing my semen, and would instead point me toward her chin or chest as I came. Which was fine. But I also knew that there was almost no chance, given how much warning I customarily gave her, that she could still somehow avoid getting at least a little of my semen in her mouth once my orgasm commenced. With that in mind, I sent her an invitation to attempt something about which I’d konulu porno long been curious but we had never actually done. I didn’t know how receptive she would be under the circumstances–a lot depended on her mood when she read what I’d written–but it was arousing to merely contemplate. “As you know, I’ve always found it terribly exciting when you accept my kiss after I’ve made you come with my mouth,” my email began. “Next time you return the favor, might we share a little of my taste once you’ve pleasured me?”

Up to this point in my life, I’d never sampled semen, not as such. Given my propensity for masturbation throughout my adolescence and young adulthood, however, its aroma was certainly not unfamiliar to me. And it was also quite possible that I had gotten an inadvertent taste or two over the years of my marriage while going down on Polly after losing control prematurely during intercourse and soaking her quim. Beyond that, though, I reckoned it had remained foreign to my palate.

Polly’s reply was several days in arriving in my mailbox, but not for lack of enthusiasm on her part. She apologized for being so tardy, but she made it clear that I could expect her to grant what she understood to be my wish before the week was out. Sure enough, the very next night, she led me to bed immediately following dinner.

She told me to lie on my back while she disrobed, after which she reapplied the lipstick she wore to make up her face each morning as she readied herself for work. She then crawled slowly across the covers to hd porno where I lay watching her, and swung her legs to either side of my head. Once settled there, I busied myself kissing her swollen, succulent labia and, in due course, feathering her clit with my anxious tongue.

Polly writhed atop me for ten or so minutes, long enough to have a pair of muscular orgasms, then sat down next to me and paused to let her legs finish their quivering. After completing a series of stretches to stave off any cramping she thought might follow, she moved between my now-bent knees, her feet curled up beneath her. Although her moaning and crying had spurred an earlier erection, my once-rigid cock was now flagging, a circumstance Polly immediately set about rectifying. She slowly but deftly worked the length of my shaft with her warm mouth and gentle hand, gliding up and back until I was firm enough to enter her.

Which is what I fully expected would happen next. Despite the delight she had betrayed in her email reply, I figured it would still take her several days or even weeks to work up the nerve to actually make good on her vow. Knowing she took exception to the deed itself anymore, I assumed I would be very fortunate were she to actually see this particular idea through. But to my surprise, Polly remained on task, even as she knew I was nearing what would doubtless be a violent orgasm.

As the semen began to fill my throbbing member, the intensity of her efforts increased. I was catching my breath by this time, which she would answer by humming in a call-and-response Ensest Seks rhythm, urging me to the zenith of this sorely missed act. She knew I was about to erupt and began brushing her pendulous breasts across the backs of my thighs–something she often did to spur my tumescence when in a hurry to fuck–and tightened her grip on my shaft with her fist. Seconds later, I groaned and loosed a torrent of pent fluid into her mouth, which began streaming visibly from where it had been propelled down her fingers and onto my aching balls. From all indications, it was indeed a titanic burst.

As I glanced at the pool of jism now wetting what there was of my pubic hair, I began to silently lament an opportunity I thought forsaken. I feared my loving wife had let the chance she’d so confidently taken pass in a fit of squeamishness. When our lips met and my mouth opened to receive hers, however, I was met with sensations that were altogether different than those I’d expected, but ones not entirely unpleasant, either. As our tongues began their customary dance, I could easily detect a dollop of my ejaculate she had saved for our kiss. The flavor was at once shocking, despite my having been the one to suggest its exchange, and powerful. It was arousing, sure, but more than that it was heartening. I was reminded in an instant of how strongly Polly and I were bound, and how wonderful it was to have a partner who had so few inhibitions. It pleased me greatly to think that she might now finally appreciate how profound I considered her willingness to kiss me whenever I sought her lips after having lapped her piquant juices.

“Well,” my lover said, cuddling up beside me, “did you enjoy that? Was it all you hoped it would be?”

I smiled, flush with the exhilaration of having stirred her in a way she clearly had not anticipated. “Truth be told, baby,” I replied, “I did it for you.”

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Friday

Linda awoke after a deep and satisfying sleep. As her father had once said to her: “The one thing better than the sleep of the just is the sleep of the just after.” She and Kevin had, after their initial tremendous orgasms, enjoyed a lengthy session of straightforward missionary position sex. She had judged that on his first time with an experienced woman it was better not to try too much, and just to let him feel in control, although she would have loved to have taken his truly ideally sized penis into her mouth and give him the delight of experiencing the thrill of a woman swallowing. But that would have taken something away from the obviously mind blowing climax he had achieved inside her. There might be another time, and she knew that he would be a quick developer in the arts of lovemaking.

So after he had left to find Tony she had languorously showered and bedded, and sleep had quickly overtaken. She had had to tell a disappointed Kevin that there could not be repeat the next day, as she had a trip planned for her last day, and she would be off early on the Saturday. Nor had she been willing to let him have her address or telephone number. This was a holiday fling, and would best be remembered as that. He had accepted with good grace, assuring her that he would never forget her – and that would almost certainly be true, for very few men do forget their first time, and that would be especially so when Kevin’s had been so very memorable. Nor would she forget it in a hurry. She had experienced not a few sexual partners, but she would remember that one for a very long time. Just a shame that Tony had been quite so immature; he had a lovely body and could be a superb sex partner, but like so many young handsome physical specimens he was as yet too engrossed in himself to spend much time thinking of a woman’s needs and desires.

She set off for her trip – visiting a couple of Cornwall’s spectacular gardens – and lost herself in the scenic surroundings. As she drove back at the end of a relaxing day she was tempted to divert to the camping area and have an evening with the lads, but thought better of it and instead to spoil herself on her last night by splashing out on a proper meal at the hotel restaurant. It was only four or five hundred yards along the beach path and she could walk there. She dressed smartly but not ostentatiously – she was only going for a meal, not clubbing – in a white blouse, which showed off her tan to perfection, and a loose flowing navy skirt which sat nicely on her trim hips. She contemplated leaving off her bra, but decided against, in case it sent out the wrong message to any wandering eyes at the hotel. The restaurant was not too crowded, as it was still early and the evening was bright and sunny and holidaymakers were making the most of the late evening midsummer sun, and she took her time to spoil herself with three courses, washed down with over half a bottle of red wine. She took the remnants of the wine with her to the lounge, planning to finish it off with her coffee.

The lounge was busier than the restaurant and she had only just settled into the comfortable chair when a smartly dressed silver haired man took the chair on the other side of the wide low coffee table on which she had placed her wine. Mid 50’s, she thought, maybe 60, but looking trim and fit, and well tanned. Medium height, blazer with light slacks, all set off by a shirt of a delicate blue with a matching tie. He nodded to her with a “Good evening” and a polite inclination of his head before he sat down and opened his newspaper. She noticed that his eyes were a very deep and definite blue. Perhaps that was why he wore the blue shirt? His coffee arrived almost immediately after hers and they found themselves both leaning forward to pour at the same time.

Linda noticed him looking at the bottle of wine; knowing that she was unlikely to finish it all she gestured that he was welcome to some. He smiled his thanks but declined. ” I hope you won’t think me being forward or pretentious,” he said, “but I would not recommend having that with your coffee. The wine would diminish the coffee, and the coffee would kill the taste of the wine.” She acknowledged that she was a complete ignoramous where wine was concerned, noticing as he picked up his coffee that his hands were beautifully clean and manicured, and clearly well cared for, and said she was happy to take his advice.

“I planned to have a brandy as a nightcap – may I offer you one?” Not “Will you join me?”, which always carried that slight undertone of trying to move in on one. She felt no sense of threat from him and accepted with a smile. He flagged a waiter to order – two doubles. “Might as well make the most of it,” he said, seeing her frown. ” This is my last night, and I suspect that you’re doing the same as me by treating yourself on your last night. And I know you’re not driving because I saw you arrive as I came down for dinner, so no problem porno izle there.” Linda smiled inwardly. A man who did not miss much; she would have to choose any words carefully.

With the ice broken they chatted about everything in general and nothing in particular. The weather. The hotel. The scenery. The crowds. The state of the roads. And so on. Then he teased out of her that she was a teacher, and when he learnt that her subject was English the floodgates opened. It quickly became apparent that he was widely read and with a great love of the language and for the next hour and more the conversation flowed effortlessly. Only when it became apparent that they were the last ones in the lounge, and that the staff wanted to clear up, did they pause. He looked at his watch and she at hers: nearly 11 pm. “I am so sorry,” he said. “You have to get back to your caravan, but I only have to go upstairs. By the way my name’s Bruce – over two hours’ talking together and I haven’t introduced myself. I do apologise.”

“I’m Linda,” she responded, “and no apology is needed. This has been the most mentally stimulating couple of hours I’ve had in a long time, and I wish we could have kept going.”

He looked steadily at her, as though trying to sum her up. “We could continue while I walk you back if you wish. Or,” and he hesitated, “we could grab a couple more brandies and adjourn to my room. But,” he added hastily, “I do understand if you would prefer not.”

All tiredness and thoughts of sleep had fallen away from Linda during the stimulating conversation they had enjoyed. She hesitated only briefly. “Thank you – I would like that – but just a single this time.”

He visibly relaxed, and ten minutes later, clasping the brandies he led the way upstairs (a well bred gent, she thought, who knows that it is good manners to go before a lady up the stairs so that you are not directly looking at her bottom). His room was comfortably large – a double – but not spacious, with only one comfortable chair to which he directed her, sitting himself on the edge of the bed after taking off his blazer and carefully hanging it away on a coat hanger. She noticed a framed picture on the bedside table, of an attractive woman of about her own age, or maybe a year or two older in her early thirties, with a young toddler in her arms. He noticed her gaze. “My daughter and grandson. That’s an old picture – he’s five now. They live in Australia, so I don’t see them very often.” There was a wistful sadness in his voice and his expression. Linda stayed silent, looking at him. “My wife died three years ago – cancer – and that picture was taken on Bryony’s last visit here, only a month before she died; at least she was able to see her only grandchild before she went.” He was silent for a few moments, then seemed to pull himself back from memories that had sprung unbidden to his mind.

They chatted as they sipped their brandies, but now the conversation was more personal, rather than the detailed discussion of English literature that had flowed so freely in the coffee lounge. She learnt that he had met his wife shortly after qualifying as a doctor. She was an anaesthetist, and had supported and encouraged him to go on and become a surgeon specialising in diseases and conditions of the heart and they had had thirty two very happy years together, Bryony being their only child. He did not volunteer information as to why they had only the one and Linda did not ask. She had been diagnosed with the cancer only three months before he was due to retire, and it had been very quick; she had died within six months. So all the plans they had been making for the time they would have had come to naught. He had made a couple of trips to Oz to see Bryony and her husband, and of course his grandson, and Bryony wanted him to move out there to live. “But Australia’s not for me; I’ll visit often, I can afford it, but home is where the heart is. And that’s here in old England. I enjoy the chance to visit all those places that I never did when I was younger.”

He was apparently just finishing the third week of a month long tour of Devon and Cornwall, and was leaving the next morning to stay in a farmhouse in the middle of Dartmoor, where he planned to do some walking. In between gleaning that information from him Linda found herself opening up about herself, and he learnt that she had grown up on the outskirts of London, with an older brother, had gone to the local comprehensive school, getting admission to one of the newer “redbrick” universities, followed by a year at teacher training college. She was just finishing her sixth year in her first school and was at a crossroads: she felt it was time to move on, but was not sure that she was cut out to be a teacher (she didn’t let on that part of her problem was coping with her sexual urges that were made a problem by being in close proximity to so many hunky 18 year olds) and was debating whether türk porno to move to a different school or into a completely different career. He learnt that she was both single and, since recently, unattached.

And so the conversation flowed, gentle and relaxed by the soft light of the bedside lamp; he made them some more – barely passable – coffee from the packets of instant in the room, but even with that Linda found herself yawning and was amazed to see from her watch that it was well after midnight. She had planned an early night and an early start the next day. “I wish I didn’t have to, but I really must go.”

She stood, as did he, saying “Of course, how thoughtless of me. Shall I walk with you?” She demurred, assuring him that it was so close that there would be no problem. He moved towards the door, saying that he would come down with her, but again she said that was not necessary. He held out his hand to shake hers and bid farewell, saying much he had enjoyed her company, and she felt how smooth and dry it was. She recalled her view of his hands in the lounge, and thought that they really were the hands one would expect of a surgeon. On impulse she leant forward to kiss his cheek, but he turned the wrong way, and somehow she found her lips meeting full on his, rather than his cheek.

Neither of them drew away, but neither of them pressed closer; their eyes were open, each looking at the other, and their right hands were still clasped in a handshake. Linda closed her eyes, but otherwise did not move. His lips were surprisingly soft; and very gentle, with no attempt to enter hers or use his tongue. For perhaps thirty seconds they held together, touching only at the lips and the handshake. Then as if by mutual consent they drew apart, still clasping hands. Bruce opened his mouth as if to speak, but before he could Linda dropped her bag from her left arm and put her left hand at the back of his neck, drawing him back to her.

Their lips met again, still gently but now she pressed harder and opening her lips just a tiny fraction. She had rightly judged that, gentleman that he clearly was, he would need some encouragement but would be likely to be put off if she was too assertive. That first kiss had sent tingles like mild electric shocks down her spine and she wanted more. She felt his lips part just slightly, and waited for his tongue to meet hers, but instead he just moved his lips over hers and drew her bottom lip between his, and, featherlike, ran the tip of his tongue along it. He did the same with her top lip and then his lips closed, although they did not draw away. Still only their hands and lips were touching, but as she increased the pressure on his neck with her left hand he put his on her waist. Politely, gently, and firmly in the middle, well away from her breast and nowhere near her bottom.

They drew apart and looked at each other, and for the first time that evening he seemed unsure of himself and when he spoke she did not try to stop him. “It’s been a long time,” was all he said. She put both hands upto his cheeks and kissed him tenderly and he seemed to relax. His arms went round her and hers round his neck; their lips fused as their tongues each sought the other. Linda pulled him to her, expecting resistance, but there was none and she fell back on the bed, still clutching him as he slid down and ended up on his knees on the floor between her parted legs, his hands on her thighs but with her skirt still down to her knees and capable of preserving her modesty if she wanted.

They both laughed and she raised herself on her elbows and looked down at him. As her grey blue eyes met his of deep blue their smiles faded and they just stared. He moved his hands down to her knees and moved them so that his fingers slipped just under the edge of her skirt. “May I?” was all he said. She nodded and dropped her head back on the bed, closing her eyes for the second time in as many minutes and surrendering to the moment, oblivious to everything except the feel of Bruce’s hands pushing up her skirt and his lips gently kissing the insides of her thighs.

She lay back and luxuriated in the nerve tingling feelings generated by the steady movement upwards of his hands and lips, and almost unconsciously she undid the top buttons of her blouse and added to her quickening arousal by slipping her fingers inside and stroking her raised nipples. His fingers reached her panties and there was only the lightest of pressure on her vagina, but she was so keyed up that she twitched involuntarily, once, twice, and a third time. He reached both hands round her thighs and grasped the top of her panties; as she lifted her hips they were pulled down in a swift fluid movement, to be quickly replaced by his lips pressing against her. It took only a matter of seconds for his tongue to find her clitoris and she jumped uncontrollably as, just the once, it moved up and back.Then altyazılı porno she felt first one and then two fingers gently inserted into her wetness, and move firmly in. She undid the rest of her buttons and reached behind her to unclasp her bra so that she could hold her breasts and add to the mounting sensations that were taking over.

His tongue continued its gentle movements, and now his thumb started a steady rub in time with his fingers. A low involuntary moan escaped her parted lips and he increased his tempo, causing her involuntary movements to increase. To her dismay the fingers were removed, but were replaced by his tongue, probing well inside her. It could have barely been five minutes since they had fallen back across the bed and yet already she could feel the first signs of an orgasm building, and she knew he must be able to hear her moans, whimpers, and sharp intakes of breath that were such sure signs of the pending event.

As though sensing her surrender to the demands of her body he moved his middle finger between her buttocks, and without conscious thought her legs lifted to allow him easier access. Wet with her own juices the finger rested, just slightly pressing against her sphincter, while his tongue moved back to her clitoris and resumed its caresses. That one movement unleashed the roiling climax, and as she cried out in almost painful delight he deftly pushed the finger inside as the muscle relaxed of its own accord. In the maelstrom of emotions that swept her she grasped his head with both hands and held him tight to her, as though determined not to let him retreat a millimetre. She arched forward over him in her final spasm and then, drained, fell back on the bed. He extricated himself from between her legs, and eased up beside her, taking her in his arms so that her head lay quietly under his chin. When a few minutes later her heartbeat steadied and some semblance of normality returned she looked up at him, and reached up to kiss his face, still damp from her spendings.

“Mmmmm……thank you. That was incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever come so quickly. How do you do it?”

He chuckled. ” I suspect that it may have something to do with the fact that I was making love with a wonderfully responsive lover, and learning from her, half a lifetime ago! But it does help to have a woman as lovely and as responsive as you with whom to enjoy the pleasures of lovemaking. That was the first time I have felt able to do that since my wife died, so thank you for letting me.” Linda felt almost humbled at the thought that she had been the lucky one, and then realised that he was still fully clothed, even to his tie, while she lay half naked with her skirt around her waist, and her blouse and bra hanging half off. She sat up and removed them, and her skirt, and then knelt up beside him and started removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He attempted to help, but she pushed his hands away as she removed it and then turned her attention to his belt, below which she could make out the bulge of a respectable erection.

She loosened the belt and was about to slip her hand inside when, on impulse, she instead ran her hands over his exposed and almost hairless chest, and moved up to kiss him. As before, his lips were unbelievably soft and gentle and she lost herself in the eroticism which the combination of their gentle lip and tongue play and the feel of her now incredibly sensitized breasts against his smooth skin had brought about. He turned on his side and brought a hand up to her left breast, gently but firmly rolling her erect nipple between finger and thumb. She in turn ran her left hand down to his open trousers and, with only slight resistance from the elastic of his briefs, felt his straining erection slip into her grasp.

Bruce jerked as she ran her thumb over the sensitive head, which was already slippery from his emissions. His breathing deepened and his tongue became more thrusting, his hips starting to move almost involuntarily. She drew back from the kiss and opened her eyes to find him looking at her, smiled, and slipped down the bed, pushing his trousers and briefs as she did so. His cock sprang up proudly from a thatch that, unlike his silvery head of hair, was still very black but very soft and not, as with many men, stiff and bristly. He had at some point kicked off his shoes, so was able to complete pushing his trousers and briefs right down and off. She almost giggled – he was such a neat and tidy man that she half expected him to get up and fold the trousers and neatly put them on a hanger!

She dropped to her knees between his legs and took hold of his cock with both hands while letting her tongue drift over his balls. She loved these moments – feeling the tension in a man while he waited for that magic moment when his cockhead was enclosed in soft warm lips and a tongue probed his frenum – that so sensitive little spot below the helmet. Bruce was not circumcised, and as she drew back his foreskin she found – as she expected – that he was clean and fresh, and obviously took as much care here as he did of his hands. She preferred the uncircumcised man, but so often her enjoyment of the moment was lessened because of a lack of hygiene and the attendant bad taste.

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I want to tell you a story about the Chinese Empress Wu Zetian, the greatest domme of the 7th Century. Wu was the only woman in history to become absolute ruler of the empire of China. I have depicted her and other real characters and settings as accurately as I could, from what little is known about this historical period. The poems are authentic, and so is the part about licking the lotus stamen. I hope you enjoy my story.

I sense a soft gray — is it the dawn? I remember now. I am not in danger. The men with me are strong and battle-seasoned. We will ride again today, and by tonight we will reach the land of the Empress, where we will be welcome.

The morning air is sweet in my nostrils as I slowly lift my head. I can just make out the sentries. They are upright and alert. It is best to travel well-protected, for the chieftains of Dângrêk who control these lands along the coast are unpredictable. When we reach the land of the Empress, to the north, we will be given safe conduct. We will enjoy Chinese hospitality.

I believe that our journey will be a success. As the first light creeps in among the dense leaves of the bush around our camp, in my mind I praise Dapunta Hyang Sri Jayanasa, for he has honored me. He has given me the responsibility to negotiate with the Empress, to bring prosperity through trade to our land and to hers. The relationship of our two empires has been beneficial to both; now is the time to bind us more closely together. And Dapunta Hyang Sri Jayanasa has chosen me to meet the Empress — I will learn if the tales are true.

Surely, stranger, you too have heard these stories. There has never been a woman like Wu Zetian. Before Wu, the Confucians taught that rule by a woman would be akin to a hen crowing like a rooster at daybreak, a violation of the natural order of the universe. But this time, the Confucians were wrong (and now the religion of Buddha is supported by the state in China, just as in Srivijaya. We have so much in common.) The Empress has made China happy and strong, and her fellow women have stepped forward into public life. The members of her court are wise; to gain a position there the applicant must take a scholarly examination, or so it is said. People say that she has improved the conditions of life for the commoners. But of course, these are not the stories of which I speak.

I do not know you, stranger. You are a person reading the words which I write when I am alone. Perhaps you will read them long after I am dead. Perhaps you live far from here; perhaps you are Tufan, living in cold mountains, or perhaps you live in the dry sands of the Umayyad Caliphate. But I do not doubt that you know the name of Wu Zetian. There has never been a woman as powerful as she. She rules with wisdom and invincible strength, and I hope to win her as friend of Srivijaya. That is the responsibility that was offered to me by Dapunta Hyang Sri Jayanasa, and I embrace it. But in my heart, there is something else that moves, because of the other stories about the Empress.

The sun is awake now. I can see the faces of the men who travel with me to ensure my safety on the road to Chang’an, the greatest city in the world, and from there to Luoyang to meet the Empress. They are all stirring, taking food and water, walking to the edge of camp to relieve their bladders. I rise to my feet and draw a deep breath. The stories. Yes, I am certain that every diplomat has heard them. Perhaps you have heard them as well.

No woman has ever possessed the kind of power that the Empress wields. Her power is glorious, and it is proper that she demand that her power be acknowledged. She can have anything that she wants. She is very beautiful, they say, and she has introduced something new to the court, something without precedent. It is called “licking the lotus stamen.” This must be done by ranking members of her government, or those who come before her as representatives of other kingdoms, as a gesture of obeisance. They must give her pleasure. I long to do this.

I believe that this is the best way to show respect to the only sovereign who is a woman, and who is also the greatest of all sovereigns. It is a tribute of love and obedience, and I believe that it will give me exquisite pleasure. Stranger, have you heard the tales of which I speak? They must be true, for every diplomat speaks of them. She will part her royal robes, and I will kneel before her. They say that the place between her thighs — I do not know what name they give it in your land, stranger — has the texture of crushed pearls, and tastes of the willow-colored water from the dragon-pond outside the palace. I hope that soon I will experience this for myself.

The men are mounting their horses. I must join them. We will speak of this again.

***

There is a whirring sound, a constant, pulsing racket as we ride through the jungle of Chenla. This is the sound of the insects that are always busy here, porno hiding among countless leaves in the verdant wilderness.

The leader of my armed escort is called Sang. He rides in front; the jungle here is thick, and does not permit us to ride side by side. Sang has lived through many battles in many lands, and I have confidence in his abilities. We ride until the sun is almost at its apex, then the sound of the insects stops. Sang brings his horse to a halt and raises his hand.

No one speaks. Sang’s body is tense; he has seen or heard something, and he is straining his senses to learn more. We remain motionless for several breaths, and then there is activity ahead of us. Armed men emerge from behind trees. They look poised to attack.

Sang knows I am unarmed. He leans back toward me and hands me his long blade, what we call golok, then draws his kris, his wavy-bladed fighting dagger. Then he dismounts, as do the rest of us. The jungle is too dense to fight on horseback. Our feet have scarcely touched the ground when the marauders rush toward us.

They were poised to ambush us from both sides, farther along the narrow trail, but Sang’s alertness prevented that. Now they must approach one or two at a time. Sang leaps forward to meet the first of them. His opponent wields a dha, the long sword of the Khmer peoples, and raises it high above his shoulder to strike. As he brings it slashing down, Sang writhes out of its path and kicks the man in his calf behind the knee, causing him to tumble forward. In a flash, Sang has cut his throat with his kris, and pivots to meet the next attacker, who quickly steps back, not wishing to repeat the mistakes of his fallen comrade.

The second attacker is a large man, a head taller than Sang, and his face betrays a feral cleverness. He holds two dhas, one in each hand, and he begins to move them in a sort of weaving motion as he warily approaches Sang. Sang tenses to leap at the man, feinting as if he will stab high with his kris, but then with the speed of a mongoose he drops to the ground, spinning his body and kicking the man’s legs out from under him. The man fumbles one of his swords, and Sang twists his body further, trapping his opponent’s shoulders with his thighs while driving the kris into his chest.

The other marauders hesitate, and my men and I give a shout of aggression. We charge them, and they scatter into the jungle. We pause to catch our breath and to soothe our anxious horses, while Sang stands apart from us, silent and with his head bowed. At length he returns to his horse, then we mount once again and continue up the trail.

I am riding near Sang, and at first he seems troubled. Out of respect for him I do not speak. But as he seems to return to his normal self, I feel that I may I ask him:

“Sang, was that a special kind of fighting that you did back there?”

“Yes, chief,” he replies. “It is called Silek Harimau. Do you know of it?”

“I have heard that name around Palembang, but I never understood what it meant.”

“Have you ever heard of a woman named Bersilat?”

“No, I never have.”

“Chief, this is the story the old folks tell. Bersilat was just a peasant woman, living in some village. One day she went to fetch water, and she saw a big eagle fighting with a tiger. She was fascinated, and she watched them fight for hours until they were both dead. She remembered how they moved, and later, when she was attacked by some men who were thinking impure thoughts, she defeated them using those same moves. In many villages now they teach those moves to young women, and I myself have learned them, too.”

“That is most interesting, that a woman should be the inventor of this fighting style.” As I spoke these words, I thought of the Empress, another powerful woman.

“Yes, chief, I agree.”

“Sang, I have one other question. Why did you stand in silence after winning the battle?”

“Chief, I’m a Buddhist. If I must kill someone, it is a very bad thing. The first of the Five Precepts is to refrain from harming other living creatures.”

“But you probably saved my life and the lives of others.”

“I know, chief. It’s still no good.”

***

The jungle is gone, and in its place we see vast terraced farms along the hillsides. I have never seen the like of this before. Nature has been sculpted by Man into a giant garden; the hills are ringed by many levels of man-made lakes, in every color of the rainbow. It is like a dream. We have reached the land of the Empress.

I have seen many wonders. The roads are wide and smooth. The horsemen of the Empress have devices attached to their saddles into which the rider places his feet. I am astonished by the control that these riders have, and the freedom with which they use their arms. It is easy for me to imagine that they are formidable in battle.

These soldiers wear suits made of metal, to protect them Ensest Porno from the cuts of swords. I imagine that they must be unwieldy. The fighters of Srivijaya carry shields and protective garments made only of plant fibers, which are very light and permit our men to fight with great speed and agility. These Chinese are constrained in motion by their armor. Yet they seem very confident. They treat me and my men with courtesy.

***

The empire is vast. We have been riding for many days. We will finally arrive in Chang’an tonight and sleep with a roof over our heads. Then tomorrow we embark on the most glorious road of all, the one called the Silk Road. It leads to Luoyang, where the Empress will receive me.

Sang has told me that he once accompanied the monk Yijing back to China to learn more of the Buddha, and in doing so he became proficient in their language. He is able to convert what I say into Chinese, and convey the answers back to me in my own language. It was for this reason that the court at Palembang gave him this assignment.

I have traveled throughout many of the lands that share the ocean with my native Srivijaya, but I have never been this far north. The air is cool here, but pleasant. The sun does not warm with the same force that it does in our land. The trees and plants have a different character. I am fascinated by what I see around me, but my mind often creeps back to what awaits me the future, when I will come face to face with the Empress. I have been trained to discuss the affairs of state with her. But I am thinking more and more about what else I may do, when I submit to her.

Sang is pleased to be back in China. He seems full of vigor, as does his dark-colored horse, a steed the color of the soy sauce that the Chinese take with their meals. Sang explains to me many of the strange and wondrous things that we see as we travel. We have stopped at a market, and there are people exchanging pieces of something called “paper” for chickens and fruit. Why do the sellers want this paper?

Sang explains the reason. It seems very abstract to me, but the more I think about it, the more I am impressed by the cleverness of it. It is a tribute to the magnificence of the Chinese empire that its subjects will accept this paper in place of the goods they sell, trusting that others will accept it in kind.

Sang’s horse snorts and prances. He seems excited. There are many other horses and riders on the road.

When I was a young boy, I imagined that by the end of my life, I would travel the length and breadth of Sumatra, which my family believed to be the entire extent of the earth. My father had done so. But I never did. When I was told that there were other islands, in fact many others, I became consumed with a desire to travel and learn for myself whether they existed. This led me eventually to become a diplomat.

I’m thinking of when I made love to a girl for the first time. It was in Langkasuka. I could not speak her language. I traveled there with merchants and we smiled at one another at the market. Later she came to me in the night and showed me what she wanted. I love to remember how she looked, naked in the moonlight, and the sounds she made when I was inside her.

It is late afternoon. The sun has diminished in strength, and the light is soft and golden and beautiful. Armed riders are coming to meet us on the road; we can see them from afar, carrying the standards of the empire. They have an unmistakable military bearing, and I can see that they are wearing armor and that their saddles are all equipped with those small baskets for the feet of the riders. We stop and bow. Sang addresses them in their own language. A person who seems to be the senior figure inclines his head courteously to Sang, then addresses us generally in our own Srivijayan tongue. “I wish to speak to the diplomat,” he says.

I bow again and reply, “I am he.”

“I am Commander Li,” he says. “On behalf of our glorious Empress, I offer you safe passage, and express the Empress’ warm greetings to you and to the Emperor Dapunta Hyang Sri Jayanasa whom you represent. We will accompany you into Chang’an and thence to Luoyang.”

I had prepared a small speech of greeting, but in the excitement of the moment it departs from my mind, and so I must improvise. “Esteemed Commander Li! From his citadel in distant Palembang, our Emperor feels the warmth of your courtesy and wishes a closer communion between his throne and that of your celestial Empress.”

Commander Li nods. Perhaps my greeting was a little awkward, but he seems to find it acceptable. He and his horsemen wheel their steeds and proceed down the road in the direction we were headed. My men and I follow.

After a while, the sun is moving swiftly toward the horizon and I see Commander Li slow his horse, allowing Sang and I to catch up to him. He speaks to me in a amatör porno soft but authoritative voice.

“I have been instructed to tell you what to expect, to explain to you how the Empress expects her guests to behave, and to discuss with you the nature of the business you wish to propose to Her Majesty. This is how we will prepare the way for a successful audience.”

“I am grateful for your counsel,” I reply.

“We will discuss these things during the long ride to Luoyang. But now we must turn our thoughts to other matters. Very soon we shall enter Chang’an. It is called ‘million people city’, not without reason.”

Li points down the road ahead. I can see how what began as a smudge on the horizon is gradually acquiring the form of a gigantic city. He continues, “Your lodgings will be near Pingkangli, where your men can find any sort of recreation that they desire.”

The road conducts us now through clusters of rude dwellings, marketplaces, pens of livestock, and various kinds of encampments. We are approaching the walls of the city proper. They are three times the height of a man, and they stretch off to the left and right so far that the eye struggles to encompass them. As we approach the main gate, people make way for us out of deference to the imperial standard, and we pass through the massive gateway into the commotion of the city proper.

We continue to ride through the city in formation with Commander Li and his guard. There are people teeming everywhere, visiting inns and markets. They wear flowing robes made of rich fabrics in every color, quite different than the more form-fitting garments that are worn in Srivijaya. The air is cooler here — people have more of a reason to cover themselves. Li informs me that we are approaching Pingkangli, where my men and I can also find brothels. There is no city as large and as busy as this in Srivijaya. Perhaps someday there will be, if our trade agreements with China are a success. Much is riding on my shoulders.

Sang has been fraternizing with the Chinese soldiers and talking to them in their language. He informs me that when we arrive at our lodgings, our men will accompany their Chinese counterparts for an evening of drinking and enjoying the hospitality of the women of Pingkangli. I shall stay by myself. No common woman can compare in my mind to my vision of the Empress.

***

We are on our way to Luoyang.

The weather is congenial and our horses are fresh. My men are in high spirits this morning. I hear them talking among themselves about their revels last night, praising the beauty and the skill of the Pingkangli women.

Now Sang rides up alongside me, and as we proceed along the fabled Silk Road, he describes to me what took place in the brothel. He says that he accompanied the men, for whom he feels responsible (although being a devout Buddhist, he did not avail himself of the services there. “Chief,” Sang explains to me patiently, “the third of the Five Precepts is to refrain from committing sexual misconduct.”) The Chinese soldiers came as well to join in the revelry. The brothel is run by the government, and soldiers are encouraged to go there.

Sang tells me that the women were attractive and dressed in rich, colorful robes. They wore elaborate ornaments in their hair. They were also well educated and clever. Some of them even knew how to speak rudimentary Srivijayan, which made them quite popular among my men. They had mastered many unusual sexual techniques. I don’t feel comfortable asking Sang how he knows this, since he has told me that he did not hire them.

We are moving along a broad and pleasant valley, riding in easy formation with the soldiers of the Empress upon the Silk Road. That time of day is approaching when the sun is at its highest, and the weather is warm, though not as warm as in Srivijaya. There is also very little moisture in the air. It seldom rains. There are forests on the hills, but not on the plain.

During the many weeks that I have been travelling, I have seen the day gradually get longer. It is quite unlike anything that has ever happened in Srivijaya. Sang offers a number of explanations for what he calls the seasons. I have no way of judging whether they are true. “Chief,” he says, “in China the length of the day waxes and ebbs like the ocean tides, except very, very slowly. When the days get longer, the rays of sun get hotter. Then it goes the other way and the days shorten again.” I wonder if this causes the plants to grow so differently here than in Srivijaya. There are trees here which do not carry large flat leaves like those at home, but instead have little bristles like the hair on a pig. They have a pleasant fragrance.

There seems to be little to fear in this land. The government is strong and respected by the people. It provides many services, such as the brothels in Pingkangli.

I hear hoof-beats approaching behind me. I turn to look, and it is Commander Li. He indicates to me with gestures that he wishes to speak to me privately, so we move our horses to the edge of the formation.

“Esteemed diplomat,” he says to me, “I wish to acquaint you with our customs, so that you may reap the greatest possible success from your visit.”

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The Hilaria

In ancient Rome, the Hilaria was a festival that coincided with the beginning of spring and it centered around the goddess Cybele, the mother of the gods, who later would become synonymous with Demeter. The festival took place around the timeframe of our modern day “April Fools” merriment. In fact, the ritual of pranking evolved from some of the festival activities as it transitioned from a religious observance into a more secular one. I hope it fits in well enough to the theme for everyone. Remember in the old religions orgies weren’t all sex, fun, and games and the tricks sometimes were nasty.

Of Butterflies and Candles

Hina’s body was bonded with brightly colored but rough, hemp ropes in an elaborate diamond pattern down her breasts and belly. The duel cords formed the crotch tie were already cutting into her pussy and ass well before she was placed on the wooden horse and her legs were shackled at the ankles to it. Slowly the hojojutsu master began to bind her long, graceful arms to her sides. “Had she gone too far?” She thought. Her tears had started to well up in her eyes, as the rope dress that restricted her breathing became increasingly torturous.

He was an older man muscular, bare-chested and sweaty — his shirt was pulled down and left draped in his pants band. His assistant, a young carbon copy of his master, strapped a soft rubber gag into her mouth then turning her head to the side and he pinned it down with his weight. The gag was inflated until her jaw was frozen in place. They and the room smelled of extended strenuous physical activity.

The master began to kneed the skin and layer of upper muscle on her back until they seemed to separate painlessly from her body. “Just remember to relax and breathe.” A deep voice whispered. “I know it will be easier said than done. However, you will be lovelier than you can imagine.”

Slowly the master began to insert the pointed 3-foot wire into her raised flesh. An exquisite pain gripped her, Hina’s struggled but she could not move between the bonds and the man holding her head in position.

“Only seven more to go.”

At that moment Hina either came or passed out, perhaps both, in the silent room she thought she heard the patter of her own waters lick the stone floor.

The old man’s voice brushed her ear, “You’ll be fine.”

As the last knitting needle thick rod slid into place she relaxed her own perspiration soaked her skin. The event had been a grueling marathon of agony, endorphins, and a peculiarly unique pleasure from its end. Exhaustion had long since robbed Hina of her will to resist and nearly her consciousness. Slowly, the master and his assistant began clean the blood from her back — a torment in its own right — and to knot colorful silks between the spines — each brush of the fresh antennae startled her awake.

“Bring a mirror that she can see herself.”

The assistant rolled a full length mirror into position so that Hina by just lifting her head ever so slightly — an immensely painful act as it stretched the skin of her back along the rods — could see her metamorphosis. She appeared winged as a fairy in a children’s picture book. She was as beautiful as any specimen in any butterfly collector’s collection. Brilliantly colored and winged free in appearance but in reality pinned, bounded, and owned — owned… again she started to feel slick. Like a butterfly pinned to a board in a picture frame.

The rope-master lifted up the bindings that held her ass and forcefully inserted an egg shaped device with a wired clip attached to it in her before letting them snap back into position. She bristled at this final abuse. Small electrical shocks ran across her as he fixed the delicate clamp to her clit. Orgasm flickered in her, she began to rock trying to reach it only to be denied as the static between her legs ceased.

“Did you think it would be so easy? I doubt you will ever reach what you want.” He called out, “She is ready.”

Two large double doors opened and four men entered and started to remove her from the sawhorse with speed and precision.

“Take her to the lapidary and set her in place. The guests will be here soon and the mistress’ vignette must be ready.”

The men moved quickly down the hall. Hina could only gauge the speed by the passing of the checked tile floor as she could not raise her head but so much and only for so long due to her fresh wings. Occasionally the wind from the speed of their movement would catch her wings or the egg inside her would come to life sending her into a fit that her bonds and the men easily controlled.

As the floor became slate the men laid her upon it. The men bound her knees and ankles together. On to her dress they began to attach ropes with carabineers. When the last one was fastened, she began to be hoisted into the air. She at last understood why the two men that had created her looked so tired — half-a-dozen creatures such as herself batman escort dotted the air around groups beautiful young men tied together coated with candles –they had be made into chandeliers.

“Moths to flames.” She thought.

The boys squirmed with a pleasure she could not imagine and that they could not resist as each quiver spilled hot wax upon their softest areas. Each of the women seemed locked in the same delicious agony as her. Although some of them were not appearing to enjoy it as much as her and some much more. Of course, they had all been hanging longer than her.

She watched a large table being brought in and set below them. In the background there was the faint sound of a calliope playing carousel music.

“As if everything was not already surreal enough.” Hina thoughts left her, as small flashes of heat lightening began to build across her sex. It seemed the night would be endless but at this point there was no way out but through. Just a she began to rack the stimulation stopped.

“Almost there … damn.”

Carrousel Ride

Xochi knelt on the bare wooden prayer bench, the hardwood already bit into her knees. She wore a short, pale melon colored silk robe and a collar that is tethered to a ring bolted to the floor. The very nature of the evening and its many excesses had left her questioning even her own eyes.

“Did a bull in the shape of a man brushed pass her as the left the dinner?”

The image of Jack stretched across a short table made no sense in her frame of reference, even as the event unfolded. His hands shackled above him to a single post at the head of the table and his legs strapped to posts on either corner of the table. The angles of his confinement show off the best parts of his muscular physique. – including his erect 9″ member — Xochi’s favorite part. He had bucked at this humiliation and against the rubber hose gag he is now fitted with, but a deal is a deal. Even though this was his part of the bargain she was to remain silent and watch, unless acknowledged. She was more uneasy than she could have ever imagined.

For her part, she had ridden the carousel as Jack had asked to that they could gain entrance to this night. She had submitted, she was his, she did not need to see his submission. But, that was the deal.

She still pulsed from a combination of excitement and abuse. Chi had been strapped onto one of the leather cushioned saw horses that were bolted to the platform of the antique children’s ride while wearing blinders. The anxiety and anticipation had driven her to near madness. However, her first three riders had been gentle almost sweet to her as she became carried away on the spinning platform by the loud carnival candy corn music. Not so with the last — muscular legs drove into her brutally. The music turned grotesque and the last leg of the ride nightmarish. Still it was that near impossibly thick pole that Xochi still shook for. Those gloved hands rough treatment of her body.

The door opened and the Madam enters the chamber. Although she wears a cloak, their difference is absolute. Her six foot plus frame dwarfed Chi’s. Long, powerful legs filled heavy heeled boots. She was whispered of with a mixture of fear and desire by the party’s attendees — Epona. Seeing her Xochi understood why.

“So this is Jack.” She stands by the table. “Lucky boy.”

“Yes.” Xochi thought as a pang of jealousy and desire pulsed through her body. She started to speak up in an effort to put an end to this scene but she cannot. Jack was the dominant one in their relationship and in making this deal he had surrendered them both it seemed.

“Well, look at you two. There has been great discussion over who would get you and here you are.” Looking directly at Xochi, she said, “Do you think I will return your man in the same condition he came? Let me put any doubts to rest, anything that cums for me is never the same.”

She grabbed Xochi, by the leash and collar, pulled her up — her feet almost off the ground. “But you’re so beautiful. When I am done with him. ” She licked Xochi’s lips with a thick tongue. “I am going to make you feel better than any man has.” Her panties were already wet and sticky. Xochi’s eyes began to roll back and she spasmed from the control and lack of oxygen, as the wet stain on her panties grew. “Girl you are going to have to do better than that to please me.”

“I will.”

Epona dropped Xochi to her knees. “Good. Stay. Now Mr. Man — what to do with you?” She lowered her robe from her shoulder exposing her well-muscled yet feminine form while covering her large firm breasts in a show of false demur.

Xochi understood this was a glance of things to come. Jack, also, grunted his appreciation. She knew this sound and looked away — this was not a good idea. Chi lowered her head and stared at the floor.

“Look up, bitch. You should get to see what you paid for.” Epona commanded.

Xochi yalova escort obeyed.

“Now, as for you, Jesus, you do have a big dick. Maybe I should just slow ride that piece until it softens.” Closing her hand tightly around Jack’s cock, Epona ran a well-manicured nail along its head. Her fingers glisten with pre-cum. “I know exactly what you need.” She dropped pretense along with her robe. “I cannot believe this fine tool. But we are going to have to make sure you do not cum too soon. I do not have a cage designed to hold one that large but I will make do.” She picked up a series of bindings from a side table and proceeded to rope Jack’s sex and balls.

The domme stepped back to admire her work and to make sure Xochi could as well. The entire base of Jack’s cock is bound tightly to ensure that Jack would remain erect. The rope then coiled around the top of his sack and winding down pulling his heavy balls away from his body. Each testicle in turn is positioned away from the other and is expertly roped in place. Two hooks dangle from the unused part of the binding. Xochi can tell the handmade cock-trap is having the desired effect as she can see the heavy bloated veins pulse.

“How is that?” Epona smiled at her own skill and speed. Reaching back over to the table she produces two weights and connects one to each ball by the hook. Greasing two fingers liberally with her spit, Epona looked at Xochi and lets the weights casually fall from her hand. As they hit bottom, Jack screamed through the gag and thrashed against his bonds — only making his agony greater. The weights bounced and clacked against each other. As he seems to calm down Epona grabbed his helpless sex and pulled it upward setting off another set of brutal spasms. Then she plunged two of her long wet fingers deep into Jack’s virgin ass. Again, this scene resets and replays with Jack the puppet. The last time, however, Epona lowered her head and draws the entirety of Jack into her mouth and throat. Instantly, Jack submitted to the new sensation.

Xochi, while jealous, marveled at her ability. She had been with Jack a little over a year and while being very talented at oral pleasure, she had yet to take in his entire member this way. This woman did it so effortlessly. Her spittle glistens all the way down the shaft as Xochi watches the stranger’s head rise and fall. Jack on the edge is held back by only by the bindings, the weights, and the fingers deep in him. All conspired together to keep him from release, yet coaxing it. Again, Xochi shifted her gaze to avoid seeing Jack’s pleasure.

Epona stopped. “No, no…. you don’t get to cum — yet.” She teased before the cock is all the way out of her mouth. Quickly, she appeared in front of Xochi. “Didn’t I tell you to watch?” A slap knocked Xochi back off the bench. She started to stand up instinctively but the sight of the woman stilled her. Xochi crawled back to her place on the bench. “Yes ma’am.”

“Better.”

Her cheek stung like hornets.

“Watch your man become my bitch.”

Chi noticed the strap on that Epona is wearing. “When did she put that on? How could she have missed it? Had it taken her that long to get back to the bench?”

“While not as impressive as your man’s own fine member, I think it is close enough to leave the necessary impression.” She turned to Jack — whose eyes opened wide as he tries to escape. “That is it baby, what I like terribly excited with a good dose of the fear of being split into two.”

She positioned herself and the waving menace at the foot of the bench. As she heavily lubed its head, “Normally, I make the man responsible for this part. I enjoy watching men give head especially when they realize it will be their ass it is going in next. They are so desperate for anything to make it easier.” She laughed, “It never is. However, since you are a first-timer, I think I may go easy on you.” With that Xochi watched Epona force almost half of the toy into Jack, who howled abd tried to raise himself off the thick violator. However, his bonds did not allow his escape. “Not really.”

Epona placed her hands on Jack’s hips and dropped her weight on him. “That’s right fight it until your strength gives out. Then I am going to fuck you so good.” She cooed. Jack battled to maintain the higher position but slowly he slid down as Epona pushes herself into him. “Relax your ass it will go much easier you sissy and you will enjoy it — maybe.”

It was a struggle to watch for Xochi. Jack’s legs were driven further apart as the artificial cock inside him contorted his pelvis into a defenseless position. She burned with both humiliation and more desire than she could have imagined. Jack still twisted but it was useless. Using long, ass-shattering strokes the Epona broke the last of his resistance. Jack whimpered as she showed no mercy to his ass or his now scarlet red hard on.

“Mmmmmmm. Someone likes his ass fucked despite his bitching.” She leaned back causing ordu escort even greater pressure on Jack — as she stroked him furiously. “You best not cum until I do. Of course, with this plastic horse cock and those bindings that could take a while.” Jack’s breathing rapidly became ragged and shallow.

He cannot last long but what man would.

“Damn, that is a nice piece you have there.” Epona said.

Xochi felt her own sex tighten. As if sensing it the other woman’s need Epona looked at her. “Don’t worry you are next. I’d mount this stallion but I fear at this point he is about used up — unlike me. Maybe, next time but he will need to build up some more stamina.” She stopped long stroking his ass and starts grinding. Xochi watched Epona draped herself over Jack, as he moved in time with her. She reached behind his head and released the gag.

Jack moaned, “Fuck me.”

“Whose ass slut are you?” Epona pulled back and starts working his ass again with force. The move allows his prick which had been trapped between their two bodies to spring free. It was no long simply engorged it is ready to destroy either its bounds or itself.

“Yours.”

“Yours?”

Yours, Mistress Epona. May I cum for you please?”

“I think you are about ready.” Her hand began the task of roughly abusing Jack while her tempo increased. Xochi feels her own cum leaking from her. Holding Jack still Epona produced a pair of surgical scissors and slid the lower blade under the bounds.

“Are you sure you want this to end?”

“I cannot take …” Jack’s voice fell off. His cock, a purple bruise.

“If he is not released soon,” Xochi thought, “he may be of use to no one.”

“Don’t worry girl. I have no intention of breaking this cock. His ass is enough for today.” She slapped his cock and Jack nearly came out of his skin. “Focus. If you do not cum for me now and hard you will lose this and I will have it stuffed, so I can use it to stuff me.” With that Epona cut the bonds. The weights drug the ropes around his brutalized dick, Jack roared. As they rattled against the floor and Epona jerked herself from his ass.

Jack came and came and came. He coated him, the table, and the woman. Some of his seed landed mere inches from Chi. “He will not be the same. Epona was right. “I will never be able to possess him entirely now — I will have to share his desire.” She thought.

“Damn.” Epona laughed. “Quite impressive. I guess you get to keep that cock. ” Jack fell exhausted against the table still shaking and lurching. “Men are so delicate. One cum and done — well unless they are 17 or so and then they cum too soon. Not like us girls.”

“I’ll have someone release him shortly. Maybe I will let him try one of the girls if he is able. Frankly, I would be shocked and very impressed. Enough to let him ride me, maybe, on the Carousel. What would the crowd think? For some it would be a dream — others it would break their hearts.” She squatted down to get roughly on eye level with Xochi. “Which is it with you? You do know he’ll be back?” Epona waits a moment for an answer, and then smacks her face.

“Yes.” Xochi bit her lip.

“Oh sweet thing, that is not a comment on you. I fully expect you both to return to me. Him with all those muscles and that delicious cock. And you as soft as you are — as lovely as you are.” She unhooked Xochi but held onto the lead. “It will be lovely. Now lick his cum off the floor.” Xochi almost started to blubber but imagining the penalty for failing to comply she crawled to the spot and presses her tongue against his now cold seed. “Good and now me. Lick me clean.” Again, Chi slithered near despondent to her task. Epona pulled her up by the leash, “It had better be spotless.”

Xochi slowly licked cum off her new queen’s boots then made sure to service every hidden fold. She serviced her plastic manhood choking down its thickness. Jack’s scent filled her senses — she has never tasted him in this way, it disturbed and excited her. She removed the strap-on and ran her tongue over the larger woman’s dripping wet panties. As she reaches the ample breasts that nearly overflowed the custom made corset she cleaned them making sure to lick the semi-exposed nipples. Her mouth was sticky and tasted Jack and of Epona’s perfume.

As Epona pulled her hair back, she opened her mouth. A foreign tongue found hers and mixing with her own tongue pulled her breath from her lungs. “Delicious. Waste not, want not”, as their lips part. “The giantess scooped her up off the floor. Chi clung to her back as her own need rose to a fever.

The next thing Chi knew, she was sailing through the air and fell into a luxurious bed. Despite its being unmade the sheets were fresh and smelled of lavender. The thin robe Xochi wore slipped open revealing two petite but perfect breasts and a pair of modestly cut panties that laced up the back. Before she could gather herself the larger woman had her arms pinned and was kissing her chest and flat belly. Xochi tightened, as did her sex.

“How long have you been caged up?”

“Until tonight over six months.”

“How can you stand it? You are so beautiful there are so many men and women that would gladly count you among their lovers.” She begins to slide down Chi’s bottoms. “I certainly will.”

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1

Adonis

“God damn A,” Kevin Rudolph spoke staring at two college black women passing by in the student cafeteria, “look at all that ass.”

Adonis Shephard turned to the women Kevin was staring at. There asses were big. All of a sudden Adonis started thinking of all the things he could do with that ass, but figured his bestfriend, Kevin beat him to it.

“That ass is so big, if we were stuck in the dessert, and she died first, we would eat for weeks.”

Rude as it may sound Adonis laughed along with is friend.

“Speaking of fine asses, here comes your dream girl right now,” Kevin warned.

Adonis turned to what Kevin was talking about catching Jessica Kane passing by holding her tray of food and talking to friends.

Adonis turned back with a smirk. Adonis and Jessica used to date when they were in highschool. At first Adonis thought they were a match made in heaven, but then dumped him for some strange reason he can’t remember. Now she was going out with some jock named, Billy Day. Adonis thought he would get over it with time, but for some reason he secretly still had strong feelings for her. He was just strong enough not to act on them.

“Those days are over,” Adonis lied, “I’ve moved on.”

Kevin knew better. “Yeah right, you say that now but I bet you still got feelings for her.”

“Whatever makes you happy,” Adonis retorted.

“Oh so you don’t mind if I hit that?” Kevin asked rudely.

Adonis was about to get at him for that remark, but remember he wasn’t supposed to care.

“Does that bother you,” Kevin asked.

Adonis calmed down after he knew where Kevin was getting at. “Bestfriends don’t date other bestfriend’s exes.”

Now it was Kevin’s turn to smirk. “Riiiight.”

“Don’t you have class in a few minutes?” Adonis asked really wanting to get away from his bestfriend.

“Yeah but I’m going to skip it,” Kevin answered, “I don’t feel like history today.”

“But that is part of your responsibility getting ahead,” Adonis excused.

“I don’t like going backwards only forward dude,” Kevin answered.

Adonis rolled his eyes. This was typical of Kevin to do what he wanted to do and not what he had to do.

“Relax,” Kevin said stuffing a pepperoni pizza in his mouth, “it’s just one class.”

Adonis sat at the bench reading up on his homework from business management. He found the fresh air therapeutic. As he was studying he looked up to see the cheerleaders dancing and cheering while the Indiana Tigers were practicing their drills with their coach yelling at them to work harder.

Adonis caught Jessica Kane in her sexy red cheerleading clothes. The thought of seeing her half naked had a strange effect on him.

Among one of the football players was his bestfriend, Kevin Rudolph, hitting on two cheerleaders, Donna Hillberry and Tracey Atkins, when he should have been concentrating on the game. At least that’s what it looked like yards away.

After studying and practice was over, Adonis walked back to his dorm to find that Kevin was still out. Probably getting some from the women he was talking too.

Adonis dropped everything and jumped into bed looking up at the ceiling. He took a deep breath and let it out.

Adonis knew he should have been concentrating on his school work, but he couldn’t help but think what it would be like to get laid for once. To feel the softness of a beautiful and naked woman who wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

It seemed that Adonis was just dreaming. Fantasizing thoughts of women who wanted him for one thing and one thing only.

Tired of women plaguing his mind, Adonis closed his eyes and before he knew it everything went black.

Adonis opened his eyes and turned to the bed across from him. It was still empty. Then he looked at the clock to see it was eight pm.

Sighing, Adonis got out of bed and decided to take an hour walk before the dorm closes completely. As he walked outside Adonis took a sniff of the clear fresh air. He forgot about the women he was thinking about earlier, he forgot about how pathetic he felt not able to get a woman, and he definitely forgot about feeling like a loser.

The night was quiet which wasn’t too unexpected since everyone should be home and cramming for tests by this hour. The trees were swaying with the wind. It sounded beautiful.

Adonis walked a little further down the street with his hands in his pockets. Then he heard something from behind. He turned to see no one was there except the buildings on campus.

Adonis figured the night must have been playing on his mind. He turned back and continued walking.

Suddenly a light shined over Adonis. The light was so bright that Adonis had to cover his eyes to see.

“Must’ve been a helicopter,” Adonis thought as he continued staring up in the sky.

But Adonis turned to his side and saw that everything around him was dark. Only the spot he was standing in was glowing bright as the sun.

“The karabük escort fuck?!” Was the last thing Adonis said before the giant ball of light got brighter.

2

Specimen

Adonis felt something creamy dripping in his mouth as he began to wake. He looked up to see a red liquid falling in his mouth from the tan colored ceiling.

As Adonis opened his eyes further he saw that the ceiling was close enough to his body. He realized that he was not lying in bed in his room neither was he in a dorm or on campus. Adonis reached out to touch the soft gel that was holding him captive in some sort of liquid coffin.

Realizing that he was not in his dorm room or on campus, Adonis screamed in terror pushing the gel door upwards like it was made of rubber.

“Someone, anyone, help me!” Adonis screamed as he tried to push up on the tan gel doorway.

As he pushed up more liquid was sliding on his fingers and down his bare arms. He looked down at himself and saw that he was naked!

“The fuck?!” Adonis screamed as he continued to push open the gel coffin that was trapping him.

In a last ditch effort Adonis pushed further into the gel until his hands were connected to the liquid substance that was going down his body.

Suddenly he felt the rubbery lid tear open like paper and Adonis felt a gust of air entering through his gel coffin.

Taking his chance of freedom, Adonis reached further out of the trap he was in and took a deep breath from the foul smelling air.

Crawling out of his gel coffin Adonis stood up naked, cold, and afraid. He looked around and did not recognized where he was at.

The place was tan colored just like the coffin and it looked soft with tumor sized bubbles sticking out of the walls.

“What the fuck?!” Adonis finally spoke after getting out of the trap he was in.

Adonis slowly walked forward in what looked like a tan colored, murky, tunnel but carefully as he held himself trying to get warm from the chill.

Why was he captured? What was this place they put him in? Why would anyone bring him here? So many questions and yet there was not a single soul in sight to answer them.

“Hello?!” Adonis yelled as he continued to walk down the dark tunnel. “Is anyone here?!”

All Adonis heard were echoes traveling down the tunnel.

Adonis continued walking trying to find an entrance or if God allowed, an exit. But the tunnel looked big and long with the gel like walls looking moist and slimy. Adonis was starting to believe that whoever made this place and put him there was not human!

“Hello?!” Adonis yelled again. “For the love of God can anyone hear me?!”

Nothing.

Adonis continued down the tunnel hoping and praying that there was a way out of this place.

Suddenly Adonis felt something grab both his ankles and pulled them backwards making him fall flat on his face. Whatever it was that had a hold on him dragged him back deeper into the tunnel. Adonis tried to look up to see who had a hold of him, but the flashing lights of the walls kept blinding his view.

Again everything went black.

Adonis woke up again but this time he felt like he was on a rubber slab. But what horrified Adonis the most was staring up at faces that he did not recognized and did not look human.

They were tan colored just like everything else. Even though Adonis was lying down he could tell they were much taller than they looked. They were bald with pitch black eyes and two slits on their stern faces. Adonis thought that how did they breathe. Adonis turned from side to side and saw their frail, bony, bodies. He also saw that they had four fingers on both hands.

Adonis wanted to cry out but was afraid to in case they would do something drastic.

One of the aliens reached over and with its four bony fingers forced Adonis’s mouth open while the rest of them held him down. Adonis had no choice but to watch as one of them dangled some sort of dark blue ball with red strings attached to it. And the strings were moving!

Adonis tried to struggle out of their grasp but despite how skinny and weak looking, they were very strong. Adonis screamed but all he could do was make muffling sounds since one of them were holding his mouth open.

Adonis watched in horror as the dark blue ball of moving microscopic tentacles slowly lowered as if wanting him to feel the terror. When the ball finally entered his mouth, Adonis could feel the moist and sour taste of the organism. To make things worse, the living organism tickled his throat with its microscopic tentacles. Adonis couldn’t scream because the ball filled up his mouth, but that was not the only thing Adonis felt. The tentacles reached down his throat as if it was trying to fit or slide inside.

Adonis struggled feeling the pain of the organism forcing its way down his throat. As the creature finally entered into his body, Adonis finally osmaniye escort lifted his head up and screamed.

Adonis sat up in bed breathing hard and looking around. He wasn’t covered by the tan colored, slimy, walls and he was not stuck in a tunnel. There were no aliens and he breathed in the fresh air in his dorm room.

Relieved that it was just a dream, Adonis fell back on his bed sighing.

“Just a dream,” Adonis said looking up at the ceiling, “it was just a dream.”

Adonis turned to his left to see that Kevin’s bed was still empty. Where did he go? Was he abducted too? The best case scenario was that he was spending the night with those cheerleaders. Or some woman who was naïve enough to fall for his charm.

Adonis turned back to the ceiling and sighed again. “Just a dream,” He repeated, “just a dream.”

3

Delta Phi Delta

“Yo A, guess what day it is?” Kevin Rudolph asked looking ecstatic.

“What?” Adonis asked not really caring about Kevin’s enthusiasm.

“It’s Friday bro,” Kevin answered not understanding why Adonis seemed uninterested, “Delta Phi Delta are having a killer party tomorrow. The fraternity is hosting it and you know what that means?”

“Enlightened me,” Adonis asked.

“Pussy central, that’s what it means,” Kevin answered, “all color, shape, and sizes are going to be there.” Kevin could see that Adonis didn’t seem enthused. “Yo man, are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Adonis answered even though he was lying, “just had trouble sleeping last night.”

“Man I hear ya,” Kevin agreed.

“Speaking of having trouble sleeping, where were you last night?” Adonis asked curious.

A creepy smile formed on Kevin’s face. “Dude if I told you I would have to kill you.”

Adonis rolled his eyes taking his word for it.

“So are you going man?” Kevin asked hoping to hear the right answer.

Adonis sighed again. “I don’t know, I have a lot of studying to do for next week.”

“Oh come on man,” Kevin begged, “do it for me will ya? And if you’re not going to do it for me, do it for Jessica.”

Adonis gave Kevin a warning look. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what? Bait you into having some fun? You really need to lighten up bro.”

“I’m just not in the mood,” Adonis said trying to reach around to rub his aching back.

“What, what’s wrong?” Kevin asked truly concerned.

“Oh nothing, it’s just my back,” Adonis answered.

“It’s hurting you that bad?”

“I told you, I had trouble sleeping last night.” Adonis repeated.

“Have you tried stretching?” Kevin suggested.

“Not yet but it’s on the top of my list of things I need to do.”

“What you need is some good pussy,” Kevin nastily suggested, “then someone would be lying on their back instead of you.”

Adonis looked at Kevin quizzically. “Is that all you think about?”

Kevin looked like he was thinking about the question, then had an answer. “Yeah, pretty much.”

Kevin did a very good job persuading Adonis and making him agree to come with him to the party.

Some of the men and women were half naked. Men dancing with their shirts off and women dancing but with their bras and short daisy duke pants.

Adonis couldn’t help but stare as he could see the shape of their breasts going up and down as the women danced.

“Hey Kevin!” Billy Day greeted as he walked up to Kevin giving him a high five.

“Billy, what’s up bro?”

“I see you brought a friend?” Billy asked turning to Adonis beside him.

“Yeah, this is my friend Adonis,” Kevin greeted.

Billy reached out his hand. “Welcome to the party.”

Adonis shook his hand feeling uncomfortable. So far Billy had no clue who Adonis was or knew he had history with Jessica.

“You guys want something to drink?” Billy asked politely.

“A couple of beers,” Kevin asked glancing at Adonis who nodded in approval.

“Men after my own heart,” Billy said with a satisfied smile.

Adonis and Kevin followed Billy to a bucket filled with ice and cold Budlights. Billy took one beer and popped the top with his thumb handing it to Adonis. Then he took another beer and popped it with his thumb again and handed it to Kevin.

“Cheers,” Billy said lightly banging both of their beers together before taking a sip. Or in Billy and Kevin’s case, chugging it down until both their bottles were half empty.

“That’s the good stuff,” Billy said to himself letting the other two hear. “Well I’m going to find my girlfriend before I have to beat the shit out of the man who hits on her.”

With that said Adonis watched as Billy left to fulfill his promise. For some strange reason he felt lower now than before.

“Hey man,” Kevin spoke placing the palm of his hand on Adonis’s shoulder, “fuck’em dude. There are plenty of chicks to go around.” Kevin looked up to see what he was looking for. “Now if you excuse me, I got some flirting to do.” With marmaris escort that said he too walked off leaving Adonis drinking alone.

Throughout the whole night, Adonis was sitting on the couch almost finishing his beer and sitting next to two couples making out. Matter of fact he was seeing a lot of that all night.

Adonis sighed. While everyone else was having a good time, Adonis sat there bored.

Maybe Kevin was right. He had to get out there and do something or he was going to drive himself crazy.

Adonis got up from the couch and walked in the middle of the crowd. One thing he learned from Kevin is that he was a free minded person. He would dance by himself for a while and when he spotted a hot chick dancing or by herself, he would walk over there disguising his movements with dancing and suddenly end up grinding on the girl. And the amazing thing is she would move along with him with the music. Adonis didn’t know if it was because Kevin was a good dancer or what. All he knew is that somehow he was getting the women and strangely wasn’t teaching him.

And there was another thing. Adonis could not stop thinking about Jessica Kane. Her combination of blonde and brunette hair flowing down her shoulders. Her almond colored eyes he couldn’t stop staring at. The lips, God how he wanted to kiss those lips.

But now she was with Billy Day and much as he wanted to go over there and kidnap her, Adonis was not that kind of guy.

Adonis walked in the middle of the floor and started dancing. Though in his mind he was not doing the best job like Kevin did.

Adonis saw a pretty, brunette haired, woman and decided to dance over and grind on her. But when he got close, the brunette woman spotted him and raised up her hands shaking her head. Adonis couldn’t read lips but he saw her mouth shaped in a big, “O”, which meant she was saying, “No”, to his advances.

That there was enough to drain Adonis as he went back to the sofa where the couple was still making out and sat down. To make matters worse, Adonis caught Jessica with her back up against Billy while he was grinding on her. Even though they had their clothes on, it looked very explicit.

Adonis was feeling bad to worse. It was like God was punishing him for some sin he committed and this was his hell.

All of sudden Adonis felt a sharp pain in his back that made him bend over crying. “What the fuck?!”

Though the students at the party seemed too busy to pay attention, Adonis did not want to risk of someone spotting him in pain.

He needed to go back on campus to the drug store and get some pain relief medicine.

Adonis jumped off the sofa slightly bending over as he felt the pain in his back getting worse.

“Son of a bitch?!” Adonis yelled but not loud enough over the music for everyone to hear.

Adonis ran out of the party and around the side of the two storied house where the music was drowned out. Adonis fell to his hands and knees feeling the excruciating pain getting more intense.

“Excuse me,” Adonis looked up at the person who noticed his pain, “are you alright?”

It was the long dark haired, Donna Hillberry, and standing beside her worried was the blonde beauty, Tracey Atkins. Tracey was not as addicting like Jessica but she was close.

“I think he needs a doctor?” Tracey assumed not letting her eyes off of Adonis.

Adonis tried to breathe hoping that would calm the pain in his back, but it felt like he was making it worse. Then the pain took a different turn for the worse. Adonis thought he felt the spot that was causing all the pain in his back. But realized it this was not any ordinary back ache. Something was inside his body moving and crawling up his spinal cord!

“The fuck?!” Adonis cried wondering what in the hell he was going to do now. He doubted that any doctor in the world never heard of this type of inhuman suffering like he was experiencing. Not even in the medical books.

Adonis could feel the thing crawling up on the back of his neck and then screamed when his flesh began to tear.

Donna and Tracey stepped back in fear not knowing what was happening to Adonis.

Adonis felt something forcing its way out of his back. The pain began to calm and slowly go away.

Adonis slowly stood back up relieved that the struggle was all over. But when he stared at the two women who were about to help, they stood staring blank face. Another confusing thing Adonis saw was the women had red light shining on them and they appeared to be staring at it.

Adonis looked up where the women were staring at and saw a dark red eye hanging from the air. Hoping it wasn’t the light that abducted him in the first place, Adonis moved to one side but the eye followed.

“What the hell?!” Adonis spoke in a low tone as he tried to get away from the damn thing.

But the eye kept following and was pointing at the hypnotized women.

Adonis finally realized that the eye was not floating in mid-air, it was coming from his back!

“Holy shit!” Adonis cried as he reached around to feel something slimy and solid at the same time. A long stem protruding from his back and his spinal cord was the root.

Adonis didn’t care if he couldn’t walk again. He wanted to rip the thing out of his body once and for all.

“Get this thing off me!” Adonis cried again.

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Serenity wrapped her lips around Felix’s erect phallus, making his whole body jerk in an instantaneous euphoria. No matter how many times she sucked his manhood, he could never get used to the incomprehensible feeling of it entering her soft mouth. He had never experienced oral sex before meeting her, but he knew that no human attempt could create the bliss I was feeling. Her saliva seemed to vibrate and change in temperature on the shaft and head, with a sweet sugary feeling sinking into his skin. Her mouth was softer than a summer breeze and as deliciously wet as the fruits that hung from the trees of her orchard, but the muscles in her cheeks and tongue were strong and she could work them better than her own hands.

When his manhood entered her mouth, he could feel the strength of her muscles working on the shaft and sending the massage-like bliss all the way through his member. She sucked on his erect cock with such skill that it felt like she had forty tongues and they all were somehow rubbing against every exposed spot. With Serenity lying on top of him, Felix buried his face in between the cheeks of her perfectly sculpted rear. He covered her thighs in kisses before sending his tongue up into her wet slit. The gorgeous nymph gave a muffled moan as he sucked on the wet lips, savoring the taste of the nymph’s juices flowing from her gates of paradise.

As he slathered the inner-walls of her sweet body with his tongue, he worked his finger in and out of her anus, making her hum and purr. Eventually, she relinquished his manhood and sat up, letting him lick her anus. She gave a soft moan and squeezed her round breasts as she felt his tongue anally penetrate her voluptuous body.

“Oh Felix, I love your touch! I love feeling of you in my heart and in my body,” she moaned as she ran her fingers through her long, lustrous hair.

“And I love the taste of your flawless body and your sweet soul. I love to sample the divine rejuvenation that you bless me with,” he replied as she moved off his face and gave him a tender kiss.

She shifted again, straddling his lap and purring in arousal as she grinded the shaft of his cock against her wet slit. She wrapped her hands around the head and slowly guided it in, shivering as it entered her. Chewing on her lips, she began to bounce up and down on his manhood, driving it deep into her magic-enriched body. Felix wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her up himself and slamming her back down with all of his strength. As Serenity bounced on his lap, he held out his tongue and licked her breasts, which were jiggling with the same enthusiasm as the nymph’s lust for sex.

After only a few minutes, Serenity gave a shrill moan as she had one of her magical orgasms, illuminating the tree chamber with her sexual aura. Felix pulled out of her and she got on her hands and knees, shaking her rear with a coy smile on her face. He sat up and got behind her, stroking his ready cock. He pressed the head against her anus and pushed it in, making Serenity moan in ecstasy.

“Oh yes, darling, just like that! Felix, I want you deep inside me!”

Taking the rhythm he had mastered since meeting Serenity, Felix began slamming his cock into her tight ring. The forest was filled with the clapping of her cheeks against his thighs as he drove his member as far up into her body as possible. While he stretched her anus as far as it could go, Serenity had her face buried in her elbow and was rubbing her flower with her other hand, giving a rising moan with each thrust. Finally, Felix looked up and groaned as he came, coupled with Serenity’s second orgasm. Thick streams of semen shot from the head of his cock, filling her anus until the white syrup was overflowing. Her arms and legs buckled and she collapsed, rubbing her semen-filled anus.

“I love the feeling of you essence inside of me,” she purred.

Felix lied down beside her and wrapped his arm around her slender waist. “And I love the feeling of being able to hold you and be inside of you at the same time,” he replied as he kissed her neck.

Her turquoise skin tasted so sweet, he couldn’t get enough of it. She then rolled over and kissed him, slipping her tongue between his lips. “I never get tired or used to making love to you. Every time is just as magical and incredible as the first.”

He smiled and placed my hand on the center of her chest, feeling her heartbeat. “Me neither. I must admit that I am obsessed this beautiful body of yours. I’m so curious and I just want to keep exploring it. You are the most gorgeous thing that has ever blessed my eyes and I’m desperate to memorize every detail and secret. But every time, there is a new inch on your body that I want to study and admire for hours on end. I am haunted by the fact that I will never completely understand you, but that also relieves me, because every time we are intimate, I am surprised and amazed by something new.”

“Well you can never be sure, you might someday know everything about me. After all, we have the rest of eternity fethiye escort to spend together,” she said softly before they both fell asleep.

Three years had passed since Felix arrived at the forest and fallen in love with Serenity, and they were without a doubt the greatest years of his life. Every day consisted of lounging in the shade of the trees, swimming in deep sections of the creek, taking long strolls through the woods while basking in the sun, and exercising to stay fit. Every night consisted of dancing in the moonlight or sleeping in their small tree chamber, pressed tightly together under the warmth of their blanket. Their diet was entirely made up of the addictively sweet fruit that hung from the branches of every tree. They supplied all the nutrients that they both required and neither ever grew tired of them. Felix would gorge himself on them until he could barely breathe, and then curse the fact that he could not eat any more.

It was a very simple life, one without any exertion of obstacles. Every moment was filled with unending happiness and relaxation. It was in all sense a perfect life, and with the help of Serenity’s healing powers, it was a perfect life that would never end.

The sun was shining brightly as Felix and Serenity walked along the shallow creek, picking up pretty stones. In a life where there are no obstacles or hardships, the two lovers sought playful challenges in abstract art, taking small pieces of nature and rearranging them to create works to represent nature as a whole. Felix’s old clothes had been replaced with a new outfit of the same silky hay-woven fabric as Serenity’s and their bed sheets. Serenity’s hair was adorned with flowers and she was carrying a basket of braided vines.

“Oh, this one is perfect,” she said as she picked up a piece of mica, perfect for the collage she was working on.

Just as Felix was about to speak, the sound of a twig snapping reached his ears. His whole body became rigid as three years of relaxation were pushed aside by his military training. This was not uncommon, as Felix had not lowered his guard since arriving and often felt the desire to make sure there weren’t any outsiders wandering nearby.

“Serenity, scan the area, I think we aren’t alone,” he said softly, trying to be nonchalant.

Serenity looked at him with worry on her face. “There can’t be anyone here. Everyone and everything beneath the sunlight and moonlight is under my watch. No one could have possibly entered this forest without me noticing. It was probably just a squirrel you heard.”

“Please, just give one thorough search.”

Serenity closed her eyes, focusing her mind on her Outsight to examine the forest for any intruders. She finally gave a sigh and looked at him. “There is nothing, we are the only ones here.”

While Felix’s mind was put at ease, his muscles did not relax.

“Sorry, I just always worry about us. After all, this is just a small forest out in the wilderness, not a sacred garden on Mt. Olympus.”

“Well you can be at peace, as this forest is our private utopia.”

Just as the words passed her soft lips, an arrow shot past Felix’s face, grazing his cheek. With blood running down his neck, he grabbed Serenity’s wrist and they ducked down behind the bushes along the creek.

“What is going on, I thought you said you didn’t see anyone?”

“I didn’t and I still don’t, something must be blocking my sight,” she replied with her voice filled with fear.

Behind them, Felix could hear over almost half a dozen sets of feet hitting the ground, coming towards them. This wasn’t just a stray hunter or explorer; this was a group with the intention of search and capture or search and destroy. Whoever it was, Felix would die before letting them harm Serenity.

“Come on, and stay close.”

The two hunted lovers sprinted along the side of creek with arrows flying past them. With every step, Felix could feel his body returning to its original strength. Even after three years of relaxation, exercise had helped keep his muscles from forgetting the strain of battle and his reflexes had not dulled to the demands of fighting. The Felix that been living in peace was stepping aside, and the Felix that was originally a Trojan war hero was returning to fight.

Up ahead of them, a soldier stepped out of the brush with a sword in his hand. From the plate designs of his bronze armor and the shape of his helm, Felix recognized him as soldier from Mycenae. It wasn’t too long ago that he would slaughter almost a hundred of them in each battle. Felix charged ahead of Serenity and the soldier lashed out with his sword, trying to deliver a one-hit kill. The Trojan warrior dodged the clumsy stab, knocked the enemy’s arm aside, and tackled him, pinning him to the ground. Before his foe could try and slash him with his sword or grab a stone from the creek, Felix snapped his neck by slamming him in the jaw with his palm. It was his first kill in three alanya escort years.

Felix stood up and retrieved the sword of his victim. While the shape and weight of the double-edged blade were different from his old Trojan sword, his body recognized the form and function upon contact. Serenity stared at Felix with wide eyes as he slashed the air, familiarizing himself with the art of swordplay.

“When we run, stay close. When I fight, stay back,” he instructed with a very calm but determined voice.

Serenity nodded and grasped his hand and they ran into the woods, keeping their senses open to the presence of enemy soldiers.

“I can’t see them at all with my Outsight. Somehow they are blocking my vision completely.”

“Then how about we find our why…” Felix cursed through gritted teeth.

He then released Serenity’s hand as he spotted four soldiers up ahead, standing in a large clearing. Following his instructions, Serenity slowed down and Felix increased his speed, jumping into the clearing and surprising the soldiers. Without the slightest hesitation, he slashed the throat of the first, sending a fountain of blood from the laceration. Felix then turned and blocked a slash from another soldier, responding in kind by sidestepping behind him and lopping off his head. He stepped back, dodging the arrow from the third soldier. Before the Mycenaean could draw another one, Felix darted over and shattered his bow with a wide slash, then drove the tip of the sword straight through his chest, managing to pierce both sides of his armor with his full strength. He looked back at the forth soldier as he pulled out a horn to the signal the rest of the troops in the area. Just as his foe began the call, Felix knocked the horn out of his hand and then stabbed upwards, piercing his skull.

Felix let loose a howl of pain as an arrow shot through the air and stabbed his shoulder, piercing the muscle and flesh with ease. He had been struck with countless arrows when he was a soldier, so this was nothing but a further adrenaline rush. Serenity stifled a scream at the sight of his injury and the blood streaming from it. Gritting his teeth, Felix ripped out the arrow and turned to see the approaching crowd of Mycenaean soldiers. There were over two-dozen of them, all armed and ready.

“For Serenity, for my family, and for the city of Troy, I will kill all of you!”

The first soldier jumped out into the clearing and tried to stab Felix with his spear, but the Trojan ducked to the side and stepped forward, stabbing him through the gut and making him cough up blood. He then grabbed the soldier’s spear as he fell to the ground and used it to stab the next that entered his range of killing. Running him through, Felix pierced him in the chest and slammed him into a tree, lodging the blade in the trunk and pinning the man there.

The third soldier charged with a large battleaxe, swinging low from the side to strike Felix’s knees and cripple him. Sending all his strength to his legs, Felix jumped over the attack and stabbed wielder between the shoulder and the neck, killing him in a single blow. As the man fell to the ground, an arrow launched by the fourth soldier struck Felix’s palm, bursting out of the back of his hand. Ignoring his agony and the blood streaming from the wound, Felix charged towards archer before he could reload and swung his hand, stabbing him in the eye with the tip of the arrow. With the soldier screaming in pain, he ripped his hand off the shaft and then slammed the end, forcing it all the way into the man’s skull and ripping away his life.

Felix turned and raised his sword above his head, bringing it down on a soldier with a shield and a spear. The opponent blocked the attack with his shield, but before he could respond with a spear thrust, Felix swung his hand in front of his eyes, spraying the soldier’s face with blood and blinding him. He staggered back, trying to wipe the blood from his face, and with that opportunity, Felix slashed his throat and ripped off his shield. Pulling back his arm, Felix threw it and sent it flying like a giant discuss before striking an oncoming soldier in the head. Even with his helmet on, the blow shattered his skull and killed him.

The sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth all charged towards him, armed only with swords. Snarling and roaring like an animal, Felix carved them all down without mercy. He pierced the armor of the sixth with a stab as if it was made of leather and then cleaved off the arm of the seventh and grabbed his sword while he bled to death. Using the two swords, he blocked the coordinated attacks of the eight and ninth, kicked the eighth to knock him back, and then beheaded the ninth with a twin-scissor slash. With the eighth still on the ground, Felix raised his swords above his head and stabbed down into his chest, tearing through his lungs and soaking the ground with blood.

Soldier after soldier charged towards him with the intent of murder, manavgat escort but with a sword in each hand and the drive to protect Serenity in his heart, Felix slaughtered them all without hesitation or opposition. As he tore through the armor of his nineteenth victim and slashed him from shoulder to hip, he lurched forward in pain and looked down. An arrow had pierced his chest, driving through his body and passing just under his heart.

“Felix!” Serenity screamed.

Refusing to let the injury slow him down, Felix slashed the throat of his twentieth enemy, giving his neck a wide, bloody smile. A second arrow was launched, striking him in the gut. He staggered back with blood pouring from his mouth and struggled to catch his breath, knowing that he was so close to victory. Felix looked up and spotted the soldier that had launched the arrows. His allies were running past him, taking advantage of Felix’s injury.

With what little strength he had, Felix stabbed the first that came close, managing to pierce his heart, but lacking the power to send it driving through the back of his armor. A third arrow was launched, stabbing him through his right lung. Barely able to stand on his feet, he could not stop the rest of the soldiers from delivering their attacks. With swords and spears, they stabbed him through the torso, attacking from all angles. Every organ torn to shreds, he shouted in frustration and vomited blood.

Releasing one final roar, he swung his sword and beheaded the soldier right in front of him, then turned and stabbed the soldier to his side. Before he could deliver his final kill, the soldier behind him ripped his weapon free and stepped back, sending Felix crashing to the ground like a felled tree. His mind falling into darkness and his body refusing to respond, Felix was unable to help Serenity as the soldiers grabbed her, tying her up and dragging the sobbing nymph away.

For the second time in his life, he had failed to protect what was important to him. No matter what he did and how hard he fought, he could not keep those that he loved safe. And this time, the strength to run was not in him. As his blood soaked the ground and his eyelids slowly sank, a bright flash filled his senses.

Felix took a deep shuddering breath, realizing that he was alive. Had that really happened, or had it only been a nightmare? He looked at his chest and felt an invisible punch to the gut as he saw the amount of blood that soaked his shirt. His wounds had disappeared but the blood was still wet. It had really happened, and that meant…

“Serenity!” he called out as he bolted to his feet and stepped forward.

He was standing in the bloody clearing, surrounded by the slain Mycenaean soldiers. Without a moment’s hesitation, he rushed over one of the bodies and retrieved the soldier’s sword and shield.

“Wait, noble Trojan. Right now a conversation can do you far more good than those weapons.”

Felix turned around, facing a man with clothes of silk and blond hair, standing beside a chariot of solid gold that was hitched up to four horses made entirely of condensed fire. Felix’s eyes had to be deceiving him, for there was no way the man that had saved his life could be who he thought he was.

“Is it possible… are you really Helios?”

“Well I am certainly not that brat, Apollo. I am indeed Helios, the titan of the sun and moon. I am also the father of Serenity, as you well know.”

Felix turned away from him and began stripping the dead bodies of their armor.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“The warmth has not completely left these bodies, the rest of those soldiers can’t be more than a few miles away. Even if they’re on horses, I still might be able to chase them down and rescue Serenity.”

“While you are right about the time, you are wrong about the distance. She has already reached the city of Mycenae by unholy means.”

Felix turned to him with his teeth barred. “Then take me there. I don’t care how she got to the city so fast, but I know your chariot can get me there with divine speed.”

It was not a request.

“Not yet, I must bring you to Mt. Olympus. The gods have a matter to discuss with you that is of the upmost importance. They need your help.”

The answer left the warrior so furious that it took all his will to keep from shaking. “Hear me now, titan. The only reason why I have shown you this much respect is because you are the father of Serenity, but you have a lot of nerve telling me that the gods want my help. The very thought that they have the right to ask me for help is worthy of execution.”

Helios gave a deep sigh. “I understand your hatred, and it’s true that the gods don’t deserve your help. However, you cannot save Serenity the way you are. You are not nearly strong enough. Felix, listen to me, just as the gods need your help, you need theirs.”

Sword in hand, Felix stormed over to him. “Do you know who needed the gods’ help? My sisters, when they were raped in front of me! Do you know who needed help from the mighty gods? My brother, when he was stabbed more times than I could count! I don’t need the gods’ help, I need them to stay out of my way or else I’ll carve them all down just like I did these poor fools around us! Now, take me to Mycenae and tell the gods that they would do well not to underestimate a mere mortal.”

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Arika and the Oracle. Who’s seducing who?

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Arika looked at the stone-walled house with clay tiles on its roof. “This is where you live?”

Sildae didn’t look back at her. “Yes. All of us live in houses like this. We spend little time in them though. Sleeping and changing, mostly. I spend less time than most, I’m usually at the shrine.”

“The Shrine?”

“Yes,” she said and let the topic drop. She opened the door and gestured Arika inside.

The blond walked in and looked around. A pair of simple chairs were in the room, as well as a rug on the floor, a chest, and a small table between the chairs. An open doorway led into another room with a bed and a chest visible in it, as well as a small table and a stool beside it.

“I will take you there tomorrow,” Sildae said.

“The shrine?”

“Yes. For now, do you need anything?”

Arika tilted her head and then smiled. “My Master told me to learn from you and to respect your wishes. So… yes, I need to know how I can do that?”

“John is your Master?”

“Lord John,” Arika corrected her. “He is my Master and My Lord.”

Sildae’s brow furrowed. “You worship him?”

“No, he is not a Saint, only My Lord. He accepted me into his fold when I had worked against him in the past.”

Sildae scowled. “Because of your beauty?”

Arika frowned. “I don’t think so. I vowed my service to him, but he did not trust me for some time. I had to prove myself.”

“How did you do that?”

“I could have escaped. I could have fought against him. I might have even helped defeat him… but I did not. I remained his prisoner and obeyed his wishes. He knew that it was a choice I made. I chose to be his.”

“To be his?” Sildae repeated

“Yes.”

“Because he was better than whoever you served before?”

Arika hesitated and then nodded. “I suppose that’s true. My old Master was greedy and cruel. My Lord John cares for me. He cares for all of us. We serve him and he, in turn, provides for us.”

“That’s very interesting, Arika,” Sildae said. “So tell me, what would you do if a new leader came along? Someone who could take care of you better. A Mistress that would help you fulfill your potential?”

“Oh, I am very happy with Master,” she said.

“I understand that. I would be too, in your position,” Sildae said. “I’m simply trying to understand you better. If such a thing were possible, what would you do?”

Arika hesitated. “I… I’m not sure. I would have to learn what I could. I think… my Master would want me to do what’s best.”

Sildae nodded. “As any good Lord should.”

Arika’s troubled expression faded into a pleasant smile again. “Did I do good, Oracle? Did I respect your wishes?”

“Oh, very good. But there is more… much more. Tomorrow will be a great day of learning.”

Arika’s eyes lit up. “I love learning!”

“Then you will love being here,” Sildae said. “But now, it is late, we should go to bed.”

“I understand. Should I sleep here, on the rug? Or would you prefer me to sleep on the floor at the foot of your bed?”

“What? Does Lord batman escort John demand this of you?”

“Oh no! He insists we are all as comfortable as possible,” she said.

“I should hope so. No, the custom here is that anyone hosting a newcomer to Mygela shares their lives with them until they prove themselves worthy of being citizens or are sent away.”

Arika smiled and nodded, waiting patiently.

“You will share my bed with me,” Sildae said.

“Oh… okay, I can do that. It looks small, but I don’t mind.”

Sildae grinned and beckoned for Arika to follow her into her bedroom. “Come then, Arika, come and let us prepare for bed.”

“Of course. What preparations do you require, Oracle?”

Sildae smiled at her. “You are precious, you know that?”

“I… did not know that, but thank you.”

Sildae let slip a laugh. “Please, Arika, when it’s just us feel free to call me Sildae. Calling me Oracle is only necessary in a public or official settings.”

Arika grinned. “Oh, thank you, Sildae!”

Sildae laughed and shook her head at the innocent behavior of the beautiful young woman. “All right, will you help me by opening that chest?”

“Of course!” Arika chirped and all but bounced over to open up the chest Sildae pointed to. She lifted the heavy top with ease and turned to see Sildae rolling up her belt.

She handed it to Arika and said, “Please, place that in the chest.”

Arika took it without missing a beat and then turned to see Sildae repeating the process with her robe that she’d taken off and picked up. “Set this beside it. It will need to be washed tomorrow.”

“I wish we had more opportunities to wash our clothes,” Arika said. “We travel so much at times it is hard.”

“Do you have more than your dress?” Sildae asked.

“Oh, yes, a few outfits… but they’re in the carriage. We didn’t know how long we’d be staying here.”

“You can borrow a spare dress of mine then while yours is washed,” Sildae said.

Arika grinned. “You’re too kind!”

Sildae bent down and removed her sandals and placed them in front of the chest. She stood and looked at Arika. “Now then, let’s get you ready. Do you need help with that dress?”

Arika quickly pulled the dress up and over her head and rolled it into a bundle. “This is simple,” she said. “These too,” she said as she slipped her boots off and put them beside Sildae’s sandals.

Sildae chuckled. “I guess so. Well, I suppose it’s time for bed then. Come, join me.”

Arika nodded eagerly and let Sildae climb into her small bed first. Once she was in and had the sheet lifted, Arika climbed in and laid down on her back so she stared up at the ceiling. Her arm rested against Sildae’s warm breast, so narrow was the bed.”

Sildae pulled the blanket over Arika and adjusted her position a little so she was able to watch the woman while she lay on her side. “You are very beautiful, you know.”

Arika smiled. “Yes, I do know. Thank you though, it is nice to be appreciated.”

Sildae laughed. “I would think you full of yourself but I hear the innocence in your voice! You truly are without guile.”

Arika turned her head to look at her. “My Master bade me to be respectful and open to you, why would I be anything else?”

“Huh,” Sildae grunted. “You are truly yalova escort a delight, Arika. I’ve not had my eyes on someone so beautiful and pleasant in a very long time.”

“Your Archon is a beautiful woman. All of the woman I have seen here are beautiful, including you.”

“You flatter me.”

“No, I speak honestly.”

“We have been blessed with the finest… and now I find it even more true.”

Arika blinked and then her smile widened. “Are you… do you mean me?”

Sildae’s tongue wet her lips. Her fingers traced over Arika’s forearm where it rose up across her belly to where her hands were joined together. “I do,” Sildae whispered.

Arika grinned. “That feels nice. I feel as though I am the one who is blessed. First Lord John rescued me from a terrible life and now this… you… I am so thankful. Good night, Sildae, I hope you have the most wonderful of dreams.”

Sildae studied her while she continued to rub her arm. She slid her hand up further to rub her fingers across the back of Sildae’s hand and trace the outside of her fingers. “I think, sweet Arika, that my dreams have paled in comparison to what is before me.”

Arika let loose a contented sigh.

“Your Master… does he ever make demands of you?”

“Oh yes, all the time,” Arika said.

“Oh? What does he require of you?”

“Earlier he asked me to scout while we made our way to your island. Sometimes he asks me to hunt. At others–“

“Oh, you mean regular tasks?”

Arika shrugged, rubbing her arms against Sildae’s breast and her very stiff nipple. “A task is a task. If my Master requires it, I do it.”

“Has he ever asked you to…”

“To what?”

Sildae shook her head. “I ask too much, it’s not my right to ask.”

Arika rearranged her hands on her belly so that she caught Sildae’s hand in hers. She held it and gave it a squeeze. “Please, ask me anything. If I can tell you, I will.”

Sildae smiled. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I am not like other women, Sildae. I do not think you can make me feel that, but I promise you that if I am uncomfortable I will tell you.”

“All right,” Sildae said. She took a moment to compose her question before asking, “Has he ever used you. Touched you. Made you touch him… inappropriately.”

“Inappropriately?” Arika asked. “There has never been anything inappropriate between us.”

“Oh good, so he’s not using you to sate his unwholesome desires.”

Arika giggled.

“Men can be dangerous creatures, Arika,” Sildae warned.

“His desires are not unwholesome. They are natural and pleasing. We all have them, Sildae. Even you must feel urges?”

Sildae’s lips parted in a gasp.

Arika twisted in the bed so she rolled up on her side to face her. Her breast was pushed out by her arm and thrust into Sildae’s. “Lying with you gives me urges I did not know I possessed,” Arika told her. “These urges are natural, not unwholesome. I want to touch you, Sildae. I want to feel your lips against mine. This is your home and your people, so I did not want to be forward. That, I think, could be considered unwholesome? Or unwelcome, at the least.”

Sildae’s head gave a tiny shake. She licked her lips and whispered. “No… I…”

Arika slipped her hand off of the top of Sildae’s and lifted it up to the woman’s ordu escort exposed breast. She touched it with her fingertips and ran them around it, much the same as Sildae had teased her arm earlier.

Sildae gasped again at the forward behavior of the woman she’d hoped to seduce. Had the roles reversed on her? Was she the one being seduced? Did it matter? Did she care, as long as Arika didn’t stop?

Arika’s fingers brushed across Sildae’s turgid nipple and the woman shuddered.

“Bless me,” Sildae breathed.

Arika caught her nipple again but this time it wasn’t a graze. She pinched it between finger and thumb, lightly at first and then she began to gently twist it. Sildae trembled in the bed beside her. She opened her mouth wider to say something, giving Arika the opening she needed. She leaned her head in and captured Sildae’s mouth with her own.

Sildae moaned into her mouth and then moaned again when Arika’s tongue stretched into her mouth and invited hers into a sordid dance. Arika’s finger and thumb pinched harder on the Oracle’s nipple. Sildae stiffened and let loose a howl that Arika muffled with her mouth.

A few blissful seconds later Sildae collapsed onto the bed and onto Arika. Arika didn’t relent though. She pushed the woman back, rolling her onto her back and only then releasing her mouth so she could kiss her way down the rattled woman’s body. Arika kissed, licked, suckled, and then nibbled on Sildae’s battered nipple and then found her other breast with her hand. She began to tease and twist that nub of tender flesh before sliding further down Sildae’s body.

“Arika,” Sildae moaned.

Arika looked up. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Bless me, no!” Sildae breathed.

Arika grinned. “Good, I hope to show you how much I welcome your interest.”

Sildae gasped when she felt hot breath on her aching cleft. Her eyelids fluttered back into her head when Arika’s tongue swept up the length of her parted lips. Words slipped from her mouth but she wasn’t sure what they were or even if they were recognizable. Arika kissed her like many women before had kissed her, and yet she did it in a way that she knew she would never find again.

Time and sensation lost all meaning to the Oracle. Arika pleasured her, using her fingers and lips and tongue. She touched her in ways and in places that seemed so wicked they must be divine. After a while Sildae lost track of the number of times she had bucked and peaked against the woman and insisted she could not go on… only for Arika to ignore her and take her to another exploration of her body’s ability to receive endless pleasure.

The orgasms eventually faded into one another. Her mind felt fragile and lost with it. So much pleasure from such an amazing woman. It was too much for a mortal woman to bear, even one as gifted and blessed as she was. With a final weak cry of release, Sildae collapsed in Arika’s embrace and slept so deeply Arika worried for a moment that her heart had given out.

When Sildae drew her next shuddering breath. Arika grinned. She licked her lips and then her fingers, cleaning them of the Oracle’s juices and then her tongue stretched out, cleaning Sildae gently and avoiding stimulating her further. Only when she was certain the woman was clean did Arika shift them into bed and wrap herself around Sildae’s sleeping form. She would keep her warm and cuddled. Safe and protected.

She would make sure Sildae knew that she treasured her and that her happiness was what mattered most to her. Sildae would know how important she was. She would feel it and understand the truth of it to her very core. Master would expect no less of her.

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Introduction: Hi everyone, been a few months. Okay, this is a short novella, mostly erotic couplings and kind of a love story. No group in this story, and those that know my stories might see that as a departure.

Anyway, hope you enjoy it, I had a blast writing it over the last few days.

Disclaimer: No dragons were actually harmed in the writing of this work. 😉

Obligatory copyright:

Copyright 2015. This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book in posted format may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission.

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The Dragon Slayer and the princess…

Chapter 1

Sir Lance Spears was a giant of a man. He was six foot three, muscle toned, and only in his mid twenties. Some would go as far to say, that this mountain of a man was perhaps the greatest slayer of dragons ever seen. He’d been killing dragons and making a name for himself since he was a young lad of fourteen years old. When his father died he had taken his place, picked up his armor, sword, and shield.

By all measures, except maybe one or two, he was a good man. He did have a weakness however, to alcohol. He wasn’t a drunk, and he didn’t drink every day. In fact, he only drank heavily each time he kills a dragon. A response no doubt to still being alive, and full of adrenaline.

He groaned and raised his arm, placing his lower arm across his forehead and squinted his eyes. The light felt like a dagger strike between the eyes. He swore to himself he’d never drink again, but he already knew he would. It was what he did after slaying a dragon, always a rewarding enterprise, but quite often dangerous. He just couldn’t help but celebrate each time he came through alive.

He heard a light female sigh beside him and squeezed his eyes shut even harder. That was his other weakness, women. He couldn’t help it, not really. He had strong features, blond hair and deep blue eyes that seemed to entrance women wherever he went. He as a knight and a gentleman, and as such usually resisted the urge to despoil the women that seemed to throw themselves at him. Whenever they heard that on top of his looks, he was a famous dragon slayer, and of course, he was rich with a title.

A triple threat that had him dodging amorous women more than he would have liked.

But unfortunately he tended to lose his willpower to push away beautiful young maidens when he partook of the wicked brew. He also had the tendency to not remember the next day. He looked to his right and flinched… He didn’t flinch because the woman was less than acceptable. No, in fact the woman beside him was very attractive, a vision of loveliness. What made him flinch is he had no idea who she was, or what her name was. He really needed to stop drinking.

The morning after was always so… awkward.

He slid out of bed and his nose wrinkled, he reeked of sex. There was no way to sneak out, not only did he need a bath, but his armor was stacked up against the wall. There was no way to put that on in less than ten minutes, and it would clang and bang enough in the process to wake the dead. He sighed and started filling the tub in the corner.

He was just slipping into the tub when the woman woke and slipped out of bed herself. She started to dress without a word, picked up her shoes and turned to him with a bright smile. So far so good he thought.

She had long brown hair, brown eyes, and an athletic body that drew his eyes. It had been a pleasure watching her dress. He was starting to really regret not remembering last night. To his surprise she said nothing and simply tiptoed over and kissed him passionately.

She whispered in his ear, “Thank you for last night, you were amazing. Just remember to pretend I’m a stranger when you go downstairs, if my father suspects he’ll kill us both.”

He watched in amazement as she turned and tiptoed to the door, opening it slightly before silently sliding into the hallway, and then closing the door without a whisper of sound. He stared at the door in amazement for another few minutes really wishing he’d remember last night. If that aggressively passionate kiss had been any indication, she’d probably been an incredible lover last night.

But nothing came to him…

Then he shrugged, at least he wasn’t dealing with the need to reject a woman, or worse, her family. If he’d been sober, he probably wouldn’t have done it at all. Not that he was a saint, but he had to be very careful, so many were just after his money or wanted to marry into a noble title.

He shook his head, dismissed those thoughts, and finished washing up before getting out of the tub, and started to dry off. He was kind of sensitive when he dried his middle, so they must have went at it all night. He shook his head again and started to pull on fethiye escort his padded clothes, then went for his armor.

The truth was, Lance was a master at the sword, had been trained at his father’s knee since he could walk, but that wasn’t why he was such a successful dragon slayer. Although it did help, the real secret to his victory was the armor he was putting on. He’d found out quite by accident the first time he took one of his father’s dragon slaying contracts.

The armor was proof against fire, and most magic. Good thing too, or he’d have been a dragon’s roast ten years ago. Granted, he still needed to fight a two ton lizard with claws as long as his sword, and with a bite the size of a wagon. Not to mention the tail… That’s where his fighting skills made the difference. But without protection from fire and magic, he doubted he could get close enough to spit on a dragon, much less reach sword range.

He walked down to the common room of the inn with his armor on minus the helmet which hung off his belt. He also wore his long sword over his right shoulder and had his saddlebags over the left. The woman he’d slept with was clearing tables with a very happy smile on her face.

It was nice to know he’d done a good job, even if he didn’t remember. When she saw him she grabbed some food from the back and a drink. It didn’t take him long to chow down and head out to the stables.

He heard a whicker of welcome as he walked through the large stable doors. He smiled broadly and patted his horse on the neck.

“Morning Willow,” he said in a light praising tone.

He knew Willow was a terrible name for a knight’s warhorse, but he didn’t care. He’d never met a mare as smart as her and she was two years old when he bought her from a horse fair. Best gold he’d ever spent. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get her to respond to anything else.

She whickered back and stomped her foot, then pushed her head into him. She was obviously eager to get moving.

“Shh, we’ll be out of her soon sweetie,” he whispered, hoping no one heard him.

He had a reputation after all.

He grabbed his saddle and got it strapped on, flipped down the stirrups, and grabbed the tack. He headed out of town at a trot, an audible sigh of relief leaving his lips as he passed outside the village limit. He’d managed to escape once again. He turned around and looked back, absolutely no sign of a murderous innkeeper.

He felt a little guilty about that, he’d been brought up to respect a woman, and one day when he found the right one he’d do right by her. But that damned alcohol kept…

He shook his head and internally stomped on the thought, he knew it was his fault. He just couldn’t help it. The dragon he’d tracked down and fought nearly killed him more times than he could count with claws, tail, and bite. He’d been high on adrenaline and life itself when he collected the bounty. He didn’t drink all that often, but it was a foregone conclusion when the village cheered him, and other men and the innkeeper pushed free drink on him in celebration.

He was headed north out of the kingdom of Aerelon. He’d about taken out most of the feral dragons here, and he’d caught wind the kingdom to the north, Wendell, had a dragon problem. As far as he heard, it was a small kingdom, only six villages and one castle. In Aerelon that would just be one small duchy of many. Even his holdings as a baron included a keep and two villages.

From what the notice said, they were willing to pay a hundred gold coins to the person that took it down. That was really good, and the only reason he was taking a new contract this soon. He thought the king must be desperate, but it also meant he’d have rivals on the ground competing for that gold. He wasn’t too worried though, most of them would probably get roasted, though there were one or two others he hoped wouldn’t come around. A few of them were almost as good as he was.

He’d see in two days, he’d have to go through the valley and through the pass of the small northern mountain range. Then it was another eight or nine hours he figured to the castle. Willow skipped below him, throwing off his seat a little and he looked down at the back of her head with annoyance.

He said, “Fine girl, but don’t come crying to me if you run out of energy, we’re riding out the whole day.”

He smiled when she snorted in derision at his warning and took off into a fast canter.

 

Chapter 2

Willow slowed down as the valley sides started to shrink in toward them, mountains rising up on either side. The trail through was broken just wide enough for wagons to pass side by side if they met in the pass, but in some places there were trees when it temporarily widened, there were also quite a few places for an ambush.

He wasn’t that worried, not many bandits were stupid enough to attack a knight, even a lone one of the lesser orders, much less one with the crest of the alanya escort dragon slayers on his shield. The cowards preferred the easy pickings of a lone wagon, or a lightly guarded small caravan, but it wouldn’t pay to be caught off guard because of arrogance.

Still, there were no stupid thieves that day, and he felt Willow start to flag slightly under him. She was stubborn though, and had enough energy for another mile after they left the pass. He veered off the dirt road about twenty yards back into the bush. He took care of her first, removing the saddle and gear and brushing out her coat, put out feed and some water before building his rough camp.

It was only fair, he’d sat on his backside all day. Not that it was pleasant sitting all day in full steel armor on a moving horse, while fighting off a hangover from hell, but he wasn’t one to complain or take it out on his innocent faithful steed.

He was just getting some food over his campfire when five men dressed in chainmail wearing the crest of Wendell headed his way off the road.

“Good day,” he called out.

The front soldier came to a stop on his horse and scrutinized him and his camp with narrowed eyes.

“Good day stranger, we’re patrolling the road in the king’s name, what is your business here?”

He replied courteously, “I am Sir Lance Spears, Baron of Creekshire from the kingdom of Aerelon. I’m here in response to the dragon threat and reward for its death.”

The soldier nodded his head, as if that fit with what he saw, and despite owing no loyalty to a foreign lord bowed his head respectfully toward Lance.

Lance asked, “The notice did not give much information, is there anything you can tell me about the dragon that endangers your kingdom?”

One of the other soldiers rode up, he looked like a boy.

“I saw the whole thing, I was there that day.”

Lance muttered a few words under his breath so softly it wasn’t audible to any, and barely to himself. A small glow surrounded the boy. Knights were by no means powerful sorcerers, he had barely any talent in that direction, but he did have a little. Knights normally didn’t have the magical strength for fighting spells, or defensive ones, and Lance was no different than most in that way.

However, every knight was required to learn a few low powered spells, including the truth spell he’d just cast on the soldier. In the field a knight was also a judge of the king’s justice, which was much more sure if he could determine who was lying. No one but him, and another with power, could see the golden glow surrounding the boy. He didn’t really mistrust the lad, but he didn’t know him either, and soldiers tended toward exaggeration when telling tales of battle.

Lance replied, “What did you see good soldier?”

The young man shuddered with remembrance and started his tale.

“It was almost a fortnight ago now. I was on patrol on the eastern border when a large group of mercenaries crossed in from Elaria. We counted carefully and there were twenty bowman and forty lancers. They had several empty wagons behind them and a few filled with supplies. They were heading for one of our villages, so four of the group headed back toward the castle at a gallop to muster a defensive force.

“The rest of us carefully shadowed the group, we had orders to split off another man to report if they changed direction. We followed them for hours, and started to get worried at the pace they’d set. We didn’t think the soldiers could muster and make it to the town in time, but there were only four of us. We watched in despair as the invaders stopped short of the village and started preparing for an attack at dusk instead of waiting for dawn.”

The boy shook his head as if to shake out the memory he was sharing.

“That’s when it came. The dragon shrieked so loud it hurt my ears. The noise was pure evil my good knight, I’m unashamed to say I would have peed myself if I hadn’t recently gone.”

His captain cuffed the young shoulder on the back of his head lightly.

The young man shook his head, “Sorry sir, but it’s true nonetheless. The sky was already a dark blue in the direction the dragon flew in from, and its scales seemed to be a dark black that refused to reflect even the small amount of light that night. At first I wasn’t sure if I was seeing things or not, could have been my eyes playing tricks after that horrid roar, but then a large blast of fire came out of the inky blot, and the fierce black dragon became easy to see as it rained fire onto the mercenaries.

“It didn’t take long for those sixty soldiers to die, mere minutes. Then the dragon landed and started to bolt one of the horses that still steamed from the fire. I’m ashamed to say, I just stood there and watched, to afraid to move, much less attack the evil beast. When it finished eating it raised its head and roared as if in victory. Then it grabbed two more horses in its fore claws, and jumped up into the manavgat escort sky.”

The golden light hadn’t blinked out even once. Yet, it was a strange tale.

Lance asked, “Anything else you remember, did it cast any spells or…”

The soldier shook his head, “Not that I noticed, but… Right before it took off I could swear its head swiveled in my direction and it looked right at me. It had creepy and unearthly glowing green eyes, it looked unnatural as if it were a creature straight from hell itself, and I could swear it saw me. Then, it was just gone, disappeared up into the sky and away in the night. I was shaking, felt like death walking over my grave. I’m sorry sir knight, I can’t even tell you what direction it fled too, the sky was too dark by then to even see a silhouette, and no one has seen it since.”

Lance narrowed his eyes, that didn’t sound like normal dragon behavior.

“Why would it attack a group of mercenary soldiers, and leave a nice big juicy town alone? Not to mention it hasn’t been seen since for almost fourteen days?”

The lead soldier cleared his throat, “Our sorcerer has a theory as to that. The mercenaries left a trail of death as they raided villages in Elaria, he believes the unholy beast followed this trail of death like a mouse will follow a trail of cheese. Perhaps it was hunting the raiders. Now that they’re dead, it’s only a matter of time before it needs to feed again and chooses a new target, and why would it move on now that it’s here? But perhaps it would be better to hear it from him on the morrow when you arrive at the castle?”

Lance frowned, he supposed that was possible, and it was as good an explanation as any until he knew for sure. Still, it was damned odd behavior for a dragon. He also knew a guess when he heard one, a story made up to fit the facts rather than the other way around. Still, a dragon usually fed every five to seven days, and it had been close to a fortnight, two to three times the average time gap. He hoped he wasn’t on a wild goose chase; maybe the dragon was long gone?

The soldiers took their leave then, citing the need to continue their patrol, and Lance sat down in front of the fire and ate his meal. He cast a quick ward that would simply wake him if anyone approached, it was the only ward he had the power to cast, and then he laid down by the fire and let sleep take him.

 

Chapter 3

The castle for this small kingdom was probably closer to a keep. Even his own keep as a baron of Aerelon was only a little smaller. Still, it was quite large and obviously kept in good repair. He could see no obvious weakness or degradation in the forty foot high walls surrounding it. The kingdoms nearby had all been at peace for over two decades, almost as long as he’d been alive, so there were only a few soldiers walking the walls.

More than enough to deal with bandits or a mercenary attack, but if the dragon showed up here they’d be in trouble. He rode through the open gate, the soldier stationed there asked no questions. His shield’s crest was more than enough to guarantee his entry into the keep grounds, if not all the way to the throne room.

He dismounted and walked Willow over to the stables and started to unsaddle his horse. The stableman volunteered to take care of it, but he declined. No one but him took care of Willow. Not only did the horse deserve his thanks and gratitude, but the beast wouldn’t allow others to touch her at all.

“Be careful when you feed this one,” he warned on his way out after throwing his saddlebags over his shoulder.

The guards at the keep proper stopped him, after a short conversation he was lead through the main passageway that led to the throne room. He looked around and it was much like keeps anywhere, the core of the keep were the public rooms, guard posts, ball room, public dining hall, and of course the throne room. The wings to either side would host the private rooms, and no doubt be harder to get into.

He wasn’t sure which wing was the royal and which the visitor yet, but he’d know shortly. He didn’t know all that much about King Wendell either, just that he enjoyed a good relationship with his own sovereign king. At the throne room the guard stopped him.

“You can leave your sword and bags here sir knight, no weapons are allowed inside the throne room.”

He removed the sword and shield from his back and handed over his saddle bags. The guard let him through and the seneschal got his information. When he walked in the seneschal announced him.

“Your majesty, I bring you Sir Lance Spears, Baron of Creekshire from the noble kingdom of Aerelon.”

He approached the throne and bowed at the waist respectfully. He owed the man no allegiance, but did owe respect to an ally’s monarch. There were seven people in the throne room besides himself, and his stomach twisted with distaste when he saw Sir Derig Melnott, Earl of swords. Sir Derig had a title in Aerelon, but the ‘of swords’ was the landless title for a knight. Derig was also the dragon slayer that he most loathed to see, but not because he feared losing the bounty. The knight was a snake in his opinion, oily and arrogant.

Sir Derig had never once shown outright disrespect, but talking to the man always left a bad taste in his mouth, the compliments were always two edged, or outright lies.

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Keki followed the rotund foul smelling dwarf further and further into the dragons den. Her travelling companions Rowlo and Herald cautiously walked beside her. They were rather new at adventuring.

Despite his age, Rowlo had only 10 spells in his Wizard’s spellbook and Herald wasn’t bad at detecting traps but he was terrible at disarming them. Keki was a warrior but she had a lot to learn.

When their smelly dwarven friend Gilhad approached them in the tavern and told them of an abandoned dragon cave full of enchanted weapons they were eager to check it out.

The dwarf held up his arm suddenly.

‘Trap,’ he stated.

Herald immediately began to scope it out.

Keki stood beside Gilhad and crossed her arms under her large breasts.

‘What kind of trap,’ Keki asked ‘Can we get around it?’

Gilhad eyed her off, ‘Aye,’ he reached out and rubbed her lower back ‘it’s not too dangerous a trap.’

His rubbing moved down lower to rest on her arse.

‘Even your young lad should be able to disarm it,’ Gilhad stated and squeezed.

Keki flinched away from his touch disgusted. This was one of the reasons she wanted to become an adventurer. She was unnaturally beautiful, with the figure of a whore her stepfather had said. Keki had hair the colour of the night sky, she had large breasts and slender hips, pink full lips and high cheekbones denoting her elven heritage on her father’s side. It earned her a lot of unwanted attention.

‘Got it!’ Herald stood up looking very pleased with himself at disarming the trap.

‘Well done young master rogue,’ Gilhad nodded ‘It’s not far now.’

Another twenty minutes had them standing before the vault, the door already wide open.

‘Has someone already been here?’ Rowlo asked dejectedly.

‘Aye, that’d be me, lad,’ Gilhad stated and jerked the door open wide.

There was a small mountain of gold, jewels and weaponry stashed across the room. Herald laughed and ran inside throwing himself upon the massive pile of wealth.

‘I don’t understand,’ Rowlo asked ‘If you already opened the vault, why did you need us?’

‘Needed the hands to carry it,’ Gilhad stated ‘And partners to help me sell some of the enchanted stuff, partners who do a lot of travellin’ and meet a lot of the adventurin ‘ type.’

Keki hurried in picking up anything sharp and pointy waiting for that elated buzzy feeling one gets when they pick up a weapon with a high enchantment. Keki was looking so intently at the ground she bumped her head into a pole.

Keki looked up to see the most beautiful armour she had ever seen. It was a woman’s chest piece that only just covered the breasts of the mannequin it sat on. The chest piece extended down to cover the waist and the abdomen but stopped just above the genitals. A piece of cloth hung from the armour to cover the wearer’s virtue.

Keki lifted the cloth to see if there was more metal underneath but there was not. It was crotchless armour.

‘Not exactly practical,’ Keki murmured ‘but beautiful.’

Keki touched the engraving and a massive shock went up her arm.

‘Rowlo!’ she yelled in shock.

Rowlo came hurrying over, coins scattering under his feet.

‘Wow,’ he said as he got close.

‘What level armour is it?’ Keki asked in wonder.

Rowlo held out his hand and it glowed as he cast a spell.

‘I…I can’t tell,’ Rowlo gaped.

‘What do you mean? I thought you had the spell that tells you the level of an enchanted weapon?’

‘I do, the only time it wouldn’t work was if…it was a really, really, really powerful enchantment,’ Rowlo remarked.

‘Well then,’ Keki remarked, she could always just wear her normal leathers underneath it.

The half-elven warrior picked up the armour and the feeling of power surged through her again.

‘Wait!’ Rowlo said before she could put it on.

‘What?’ Keki asked.

‘I wouldn’t do that, not until we know what the enchantment is, and what the armour actually does,’ Rowlo stated.

‘I’m sure it’s fine, it probably makes me really strong, or increases my gift with the sword,’ Keki shrugged.

‘Maybe, but I’ve heard some real horror stories about cursed items,’ Rowlo cautioned ‘Best to wait until we can get it appraised by someone more powerful. It will only take a day or two.’

Keki sighed but opened her bag of holding and placed the armour inside.

Keki finished brushing her long ebony locks and reached out to run her fingers over the engraving of the beautiful armour on the table beside her. Two days since they returned and still they had not found someone who could appraise the armour.

Two days of Herald, Rowlo and Gilhad pissing their gold away on drink whilst she sat wondering what kind of ability the armour would give her. How much stronger she would be.

Keki stood up and threw off her clock. Fuck it. How bad could it be?

The armour covered far too little for her to remove any of her current leathers. She decided to leave them on for extra protection karabük escort and just wear the chest piece on top of her current equipment.

As soon as the armour was in place her clothes fell away like the stitching simply disappeared.

Keki stood looking in the mirror in horror. Her clothes were gone all that remained was armour.

She looked like a whore. Her arms, shoulders and legs were all completely bare. The breastplate ‘neckline’ started so low that no matter how hard she tried to adjust herself a slight view of her pink nipple was visible above the breast piece.

The feeling of not wearing any panties or undergarments whatsoever was so new to her. Every time she moved she felt the air gush against her pussy. And she had to move slowly or the fabric concealing her modesty would move first and reveal her bare pink cunt.

She tried to put on her other clothes but they too fell apart. She tried to take off the armour but it would not budge no matter how she struggled.

Keki grabbed her sword and her pack and left the room.

She hurried down the stairs and into the tavern part of the inn, she had to find Rowlo. Being early she expected few people drinking this morning.

She forgot that this was a small town and there was nothing better to do but drink in a place like this. The chatter in the room went silent as she entered the main room. All the men were running their eyes over her.

Mindful that she could not move too fast without giving everyone a glimpse of her pussy she slowly walked toward the door. There were catcalls and lewd remarks but no one touched her. She made it out of the inn safely.

Rowlo wasn’t there and he wasn’t in his room. Keki looked around the town. Trying to ignore the looks and rude gestures. She had to be very careful the breeze didn’t reveal her modesty to the entire world.

She hurried to the stables. There was a wizard on the other side of town she could consult and would feel safer on something fast.

The stablehand who tried to rip them off was standing there polishing a saddle.

He looked up at her in shock when she arrived.

She walked past him and over to her proud mare Alora. She opened the stall door and moved to get her saddle.

Hands grasped at the bare skin on her hips ‘Need a hand?’ the stablehand asked.

Keki didn’t hear it, her head was spinning as a wave of dizzying heat and pleasure swam through her.

‘I can take care of that for you,’ the man offered.

His hands rubbed. Her pussy tingled and grew warm. Her nipples began to grow firm and she resisted the urge to moan.

He released her and grabbed the saddle with one hand. She could suddenly think much clearer but her pussy still tingled and her breath was still quick.

The stablehand placed his hand against the bare skin of her backside. Keki’s body throbbed as the dizziness and heat rushed back. Her pussy was growing wet and she could not pull away. Did not want to pull away.

He squeezed her firm arse cheek and gave it a playful slap. Keki’s pussy throbbed and began to gush juices.

He pulled away and began to saddle her horse for her.

Keki watched in a daze. He wasn’t touching her but she was still aroused. That feeling hadn’t dissipated. It wasn’t getting any worse but she was still turned on. She began to sway so she could feel her thighs rub against her bare pussy lips.

The man turned to look at her and she froze.

‘Can you pass me that rope on the floor there beautiful?’

Keki bent down to pick it up forgetting entirely about what she was wearing. Her tits fell out of her breastplate and she heard swearing behind her.

She froze realising what she looked like. Ass high in the air barely covered with material was probably now entirely soaked in juices and tits fully exposed.

Keki stood up quickly but the man was already pushing himself against her from behind.

Hands grasped her breasts and squeezed. Keki’s toes curled and she threw her head back. The stableman spun her around and began to suck on her tits. Keki grasped at him as he rubbed his covered crotch against hers.

He pulled back panting and flushed. His fat face red from exertion.

He pulled back the material covering her pussy and gazed her swollen leaking cunt.

He gasped seeing the crotchless armour ‘Frigga’s whore! You’re Frigga’s whore!’

She moaned as he gazed her hot wet cunt.

‘Touch me some more,’ she begged.

He pushed his fat pudgy fingers into her hot cunt and Keki cried out.

He freed his cock from his breaches and rubbed it against her bare pussy.

‘Oh god, oh god,’ he murmured and pushed himself deep inside.

Keki cried out, ‘Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,’ she begged.

He pounded into her again and again and again. The feeling of his cock rubbing and pulsing inside of her cunt set her a flame. Her body was burning, she couldn’t think, all she wanted was for this man to fuck osmaniye escort her blind and fill her with his hot soup.

The man exploded inside her and Keki fell to the floor reeling from the fever that had taken her body.

When she awoke she was still in the stables and Gilhad the smelly, hairy dwarf stood in front of her.

‘Welcome back, Frigga’s Whore,’ he smirked.

‘Why do you call me that?’ Keki demanded sitting up and to arrange her strip of fabric so her modesty was covered.

‘Because that is what you are,’ Gilhad stated ‘You put on the armour, you accepted the terms.’

‘What terms?’

‘I am surprised you have not heard of it, every man know’s the tale of Frigga’s Whores,’ Gilhad got down on his knees so his eyes were level with hers.

‘For centuries the gods of Asgard have chosen mortals to be their Champions on Earth. The gods, proud of the marvellous feats their Champions accomplished would boast proudly to one another. It soon became a competition on who’s Champion was strongest, wisest, swiftest.

Frigga goddess of knowledge and wisdom watched the gods fight amongst themselves over whose man was the greatest champion for centuries. When she took it upon herself to ask her husband Odin the King of the Asgardian gods why no female Champion was ever chosen she was laughed at,’

‘Frigga summoned the greatest crafters and blacksmiths and had them work for 20 days and 20 nights. When their work was done she had in her possession the most beautiful set of armour anyone had ever seen. It was nearly indestructible yet also flexible and light. It was made of metals of gold and white entwined together in intricate and beautiful patterns.’

‘Frigga than enlisted the help of the goddess Freya to place enchantments upon the armour to make the wearer as strong as a bear, as graceful as a deer and as fast as a snake,’ Gilhad smirked ‘Which was what you wanted was it not?’

‘Frigga chose her Champion, a brave young woman seeking revenge for the murder of her family, and bestowed upon her the armour that she would call ‘Frigga’s Flower’. Which also became the name of her Champion and all Champions hereafter that wore the armour.’

‘Frigga’s Champions became the greatest the world had ever seen. The other gods would grow sour-faced when Frigga strode proudly into the room. Not even Odin’s Champion had succeeded against Frigga’s warrior women. Frigga grew boastful and claimed that no man would ever be able to best her chosen women,’ Gilhad shook his head ‘She should have known better than to bait a fox. Loki god of lies and mischief had taken hers.’

‘Loki waited until the latest of Frigga’s Champions had passed away from the turn of time and the armour once again stood in Frigga’s halls waiting for the next Champion to be chosen. Loki snuck in whilst Frigga shared the rooms of her husband Odin to work his own enchantments upon the armour. Enchantments that could not be undone,’

‘When Frigga returned to her rooms she found that the armour was…missing a few important pieces, shoulder guards, gloves…a crotch. Those weren’t the only changes made to the armour,’ Gilhad went on ‘A spell would be cast upon whoever wore it. That once adorned they would not be able to remove the armour until death. Any other clothes worn with the armour would burn to cinders in seconds. And most cruelly should the wearer be touched ever so much as a graze of skin on skin they would be consumed with overwhelming feelings of lust. The longer the touch remained the greater the lust would build until the wearer could think of nothing else but to give herself to whomsoever was touching her.’

‘Frigga was furious. She raged in Asgard for months but Odin, amused by his wife’s fall would not compel Loki to remove the enchantments. She argued with herself whether to even choose a new champion. All original enchantments were still present. The armour would protect the wearer from harm and imbue them with great power. The taunts of her husband won in the end and she bestowed the armour to another Champion.’

‘Her Champions from that point forward were still unbeatable in battle. None of the other godly Champions could match the amazing feats of Frigga’s Flowers. However, Loki’s enchantment held and whenever a Flower was touched she would lose her mind to lust and give herself to whoever touched her regardless of who.’

‘The Flowers would give themselves over and over to countless men and women. Frigga’s armour became famous in the world of mortals as all of her Champions were astoundingly beautiful. The Flower’s were sought from all over and came known to be ‘Frigga’s Whores’. ‘

‘Frigga lost all taste for this twisted game and locked up the armour somewhere safe with a mighty guardian to protect it,’ Gilhad went on ‘Until recently when it was slain by a mighty hero and the armour went unprotected.’

Gilhad reached out and Keki did not react fast enough. Gilhad rubbed her knee and the dizzying marmaris escort heat returned.

‘Once I saw it I knew what it was at once,’ Gilhad stated ‘Every man dreams of bedding Frigga’s Whore.’

‘I waited for the right one, someone truly beautiful, someone worthy to give the armour to,’ Gilhad went on and his hand moved higher.

Keki bit her lip and tried to fight the waves of lust that pulsed through her. Gilhad yanked her legs apart and ran his fat hairy hand up her thigh.

‘Then I saw you, so beautiful,’ Gilhad stated ‘Lips that were made to suck cock, breast so plump and firm. I wanted to fuck you up against the alley wall the moment I saw you.’

Gilhad lifted the material covering her pussy and pushed it aside.

Her shaved pink, pussy was bared before him and he smiled.

‘Just as I thought,’ he said ‘completely perfect. The perfect choice for Frigga’s whore.’

He pushed a fat hairy digit inside her cunt and Keki moaned her body shaking and hungry.

‘But you were so stuck up, wouldn’t give me the time of fucking day,’ Gilhad said and began to fuck her with his finger ‘You would never let someone like me touch you. That only made me want you more.’

‘Take your breasts out for me,’ Gilhad stated.

Keki did so without hesitation.

He pushed three fingers inside her and Keki keened. Her juices pouring out of her.

‘It was all too easy, to trick you into taking the armour and I knew it would only be a matter time before you put it on. Self-entitled little bitch,’ Gilhad went on ‘Now I’ve given the world a mighty gift. Frigga’s Whore has returned.’

He took his fingers out bent down and buried his face in her cunt. Keki cried out and grasped his head.

He flicked his tongue repeatedly over her clit before spreading her pussy lips apart with his digits and plunging his tongue inside lapping up her juices.

Keki’s body was pulsing with surges of heat and want and toe-curling pleasure.

Gildhad pulled back licking his slick lips, juice dripping from his beard. He pulled out his cock, thick and hairy like the rest of him. He pressed it against her cunt and rubbed the head across her pink slick swollen pussy.

Keki groaned and writhed, every single inch of her on fire and feeling so, so good.

‘I’m gonna pound you with my cock,’ he mumbled and pushed Keki against the pole ‘You’re gonna take it and love it cause you’ve got no other choice. In fact, you’re going to beg me for more,’ he laughed.

He nudged his cock at her entrance and pushed edging it deeper, the head slipped inside and Keki came in complete euphoria.

Gilhad laughed and savouring the moment, slowly fed his cock into her tight, hot, slippery pussy. He rolled his hips a little and Keki sobbed.

‘Mmmm feels so good whore,’ Gilhad smirked ‘This is what hundreds of men are going to feel, and it’s fucking heaven.’

He tumbled her into the hay and pounded into her hard and unrelenting. The feeling of his cock pounding against the inside walls of her pussy drove her mad. The dwarf grasped her breasts and sucked hard, biting on them as he drove his thick cock into her like a piston. Keki screamed and begged. She wrapped her legs around him and thrust her hips up trying to get him deeper and deeper, right into her burning core.

‘You- see-,’ Gilhad hammered the words into her.

Keki looked down at the hairy fat cock, pile driving into her sloppy wet cunt. Her pussy squelched and sucked onto the cock as it was fed inside her.

‘You’re a whore,’ Gilhad flipped her over grasped her breasts from behind and ploughed his cock into her, her cunt taking it with a slurp once more.

Gilhad brutally began to fuck her like an animal. Keki felt him hit that spot deep inside her. She thrust back onto his cock with all her strength. Her tongue lolled out and her eyes rolled back into her head.

‘More, more, hammer me with your cock!’ Keki begged ‘Ugh! Fuck me! Use me! Fill me with your cum and then use me all over again!’

Gilhad took a fist full of her hair and yanked her head up to meet the stunned gazes on her friend’s faces. They stood at the entrance of the stables staring at her, tit’s bouncing, juice running down her thighs begging for the cock of the dwarf she had despised.

‘I told you, she is Frigga’s whore now,’ the dwarf laughed.

‘Let her go,’ Rowlo swallowed.

‘Okay,’ he said and pulled out of her.

Keki cried and reached back for him.

‘No! Fuck me!’ Keki begged and sobbed.

Gilhad pulled her onto his lap, grabbed her hair and yanked her up so she was on full display to her friends. He placed his shiny, slick cock at her entrance.

‘You want my cock?’ Gilhad smirked.

‘Yessss, please, please,’ she begged.

‘Then fuck yourself on my dick,’ he told her.

Keki shoved herself down hard on the cock, forcing it deep inside her.

Keki grasped her breasts and bounced on the dwarf’s cock. She ground herself down again and again. Rocking her hips and moaning, tongue lolling out and fucking for her life.

Herald was the first to pull out his dick and start to stroke. Rowlo hurried to catch up as they jerked themselves at the sight of their beautiful friend mad with lust begging to be filled with cock.

‘Ugh, gonna cum inside you,’ Gilhad groaned.

‘Yes, yes fill me up. Breed me!’ Keki begged.

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