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Mary and Sally led me into Sally’s bedroom.

“Have either of ever been with a woman?” They both looked at each other and shook their heads. “Ok, the first thing we must do is strip, ladies.” They began removing their clothes without looking at each other until they were naked. “Now, get into bed.” They did. “Mary, lay down on the bed. Sally, I want to close your eyes and run your hands over Mary’s body.” She began and Mary’s nipples popped up. She rubbed her softly for about ten minutes. Mary was wet and moaning. “Sally, put your fingers into her pussy and make her come.” As soon as she put her finger into Mary, she started wiggling. Within a couple of minutes Mary came. It wasn’t hard, just sweet. “Ok, now switch.” They did so and repeated the scene. Within ten minutes Sally came. I climbed in between them and lay down. I snuggled each of them close and we just rested.

“It’s my turn. Each of you get up on your knees and put your heads on the bed.” They quickly did so. I was staring at two of the nicest asses I had ever seen. I picked Sally first and began probing her pussy with my finger until the juices started flowing. Mary was watching wild-eyed. Sally wasn’t going to last long, so I stuck a finger from my other hand into Mary’s pussy. I was on my knees fingering two beautiful asses at once. Sally gave it up and started moaning. When she finished, I pushed her over and slapped Mary’s ass.

She wiggled her ass and I climbed aboard. I drove in deep and growled. She started moaning and cried, “Fuck me, fuck me, take me, take me.”

I happily complied. She came hard right then. I continued until she collapsed on the bed. I sat looking at two unconscious beauties laying in front of me. I couldn’t help but think how the last few days have worked out. I was so deep in thought I didn’t notice when both girls shook themselves awake.

Mary was the first to speak. “Thomas, what are you looking at?”

“Two of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.” They both blushed. I laid down between them and we cuddled ourselves to sleep.

I was awakened by a jolt to my loins. I opened my eyes to see Mary between my legs and my dick deep in her mouth. Behind her I saw Sally with her face buried between Mary’s legs and was working her over. I lay back and took it all in. I was in no hurry, and it felt great. It didn’t take long for each of them let go. I decided I had better finish and get out before she did try to bite me. I reached down and tapped Mary’s head. She took a deep breath and dove all the way to my balls. I let go and shot an unbelievable load straight down her throat into her stomach. As soon as I finished, I pulled just as Mary came again. It was glorious.

I asked Sally to come up front. “You’ve worked hard. Would like a little reward?” She smiled and climbed on board. She was soon bouncing on my dick like a yo-yo. Within a short time, she was laying on my chest panting.

“This is a great way to start the day. How about we get showers and some breakfast? I have something to talk to you two about.”

An hour later we were finishing our breakfast. “This is a great way to live, but we can’t make a living like this. We need to find a way to make some money, so we don’t have to have regular jobs.” They both smiled and nodded. “I have a couple of ideas I want to run by you. We need to use my “talents” to find a rich woman would be willing to join our little club. What do the two of you think about that?”

Sally smiled. “I don’t know about Mary, but I could use a little help with your “talents”. I am getting sore.”

Mary agreed, “Me too. But how do we find her? We can’t put an ad in the paper.”

Sally perked up. “I had a friend in college that I keep in touch with. She is the personal assistant to the owner of Telco Incorporated. “

Mary injected, “Our company insures many of their plants. I probably could get some information on them.”

Sally continued, “I had dinner with her a couple of months ago. She was very bored and said her boss is such a bitch she can’t zonguldak escort keep anyone around her. She has no family and no husband. She feels like she has no life. If we could turn her, we would have an in.”

“Then we have a plan. Can you set up a meeting with her?”

Sally nodded, “Sure, I’m certain she would want to meet my new “boyfriend.”

“And I can research Telco to see what they are really about.” Mary was already thinking about how to investigate their finances.

“This plan seems to be coming together. I have one other thing. If we are going to stay together, there is no need for my apartment. If you two don’t mind, we can move my stuff in here.” The two women quickly agreed, and we were moving ahead.

The next week was very busy. We didn’t even have time to fuck much. Once we had my stuff split between their rooms, we started formulating our next step.

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Mary brought home a copy of the Telco files. “This took me several days to copy all of this. I didn’t dare use the computer to print it out. I’m sure they won’t notice.”

Sally added, “And I met up with Rhonda. She would love to meet my new “boyfriend”.

Rhonda came by for dinner the next night. It was obvious from the beginning she was more interested in Sally than either Mary or me. While she was talking to Mary in the living room, I took Sally aside. “You didn’t tell me she was a lesbian. This is a problem.”

Sally frowned. “I noticed. Once in college we got drunk and fooled around a little, but she had a boyfriend at the time. Maybe she’s bi.”

“Well, you will probably have to bed her down for all of us, or we are back to square one.”

“Yeah, I told Mary to make her drinks a little stronger than usual. I want her drunk, but not gone.”

We went back into the living room and the evening progressed nicely. Rhonda and Sally were getting friendlier and friendlier as the night moved along. I had Mary tell me I had to go with her to pick something up at the store.

“Sure, Mary. You guys be okay for awhile without us?” the two of them barely looked at us as we left.

“It looks like Sally is making progress, but I hope she is bi, or Sally’s tongue is going to have to grow some magic.”

We waited a couple of hours and by the time we got back, they were in Sally’s room.

“I guess I’m sleeping with you tonight, Mary.”

“That’s a shame. All for the cause.” We went into her room.

Sally woke us up early the next morning. “Thomas, Thomas, wake up.” I had to remove my dick from Mary’s sleeping mouth, but I was able to without waking her up.

“Alright, what’s up?”

“Good news. She is definitely bi. She just broke up with her latest boyfriend. Her parents died in a car accident some years ago and she has no one else. That is why she is so lonely and bored. I think this might work.”

I was awake now. “Ok, what next?”

“I have invited her to stay here for a few days. She has some time off that she took after the breakup, and she doesn’t want to be alone. We can work on her here.” Sally sat back very happy with her accomplishments. I had to admit I was impressed myself.

“Now, how do we play me if she is angry at men?’

“I pretended to be really drunk, and I let slip how hung you are, not the artificial thing, just really hung. I told her how we share everything in this house, and she didn’t seem to mind, but she was drunk. We’ll find out when she gets up. I had better get back there before she wakes up. She is going to have a real hangover.”

“If she is up to it, fuck her again. We want her to really attach herself to you.”

“If she isn’t barfing in the toilet.” Sally left.

Mary was awake by then. “Mary, my love. Would you mind assuming your previous position?”

“Sure, sweetie.”

A couple of hours later we gathered in the living room. Rhonda looked a little worse for wear, but Sally gave me a subtle thumbs up.

I decided to try something. “Rhonda, how are you feeling? I didn’t get bursa escort to talk to you very much last night, but it looks like you need some rest. How about Sally driving you home? She could stay a while and make sure you are okay.” I winked at Sally, and she nodded.

Rhonda didn’t look good. “That would probably be a good idea, Sally. Would you mind?”

“I’d love to see your place.” They left shortly after that and Mary and I turned our attention to the Telco papers.

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Mary laid the papers on the dining room table. “This is a HUGE company. Can you believe it is all in just her name and she has no heirs? She is leaving this entire fortune to a charity for cats.”

“You’re kidding? Maybe the cats wouldn’t mind sharing just a little bit with us. She sounds like a nut.”

“Actually no. She and her husband started and ran it for years until he passed away five or six years ago. She has run it by herself since then and it has grown steadily under her leadership. Everyone around her hates her. Apparently, she is very unhappy and tries to make everyone around her unhappy. But she knows how to make money.” Mary laid the papers down.

“I guess we just wait for Sally.” It didn’t take long. Sally returned all smiles.

“I’m getting good at this lesbian thing. She had a good time and passed out. I took her keys and will go over later to check on her. We have a shot with you, too. She asked if I had any pictures of you; I told her no.” Sally sat down.

“Good. Let’s get her back her as soon as she is able, and I will show her the real thing.”

Sally went and got Rhonda latter in the afternoon. We ordered Chinese and sat around laughing and having a good time. After dinner, we retired to the living room. Sally must have been thinking about this for a while, because once we were settled, she piped up. “How about we play a game?”

“What game?” I didn’t know where she was going, but we just followed along.

Sally looked at Rhonda. “You remember what we used to play in the dorm?”

“What truth or dare?” Rhonda looked at her fun. “I haven’t thought of that in years.”

Sally smiled. “Let’s play that. It would be fun, and remember, we don’t have any rules around here.” Sally was brilliant. Rhonda was just drunk enough do maybe go along with it. Mary and I agreed quickly, so Rhonda reluctantly agreed. “Mary, you can go first.”

“Mary, have you ever been fucked behind bars?” Sally knew Mary had dated a cop, and they did it once at the jail. Mary made a big play of embarrassment.

She finally squeaked out, “Dare.” Mary was good at this, too.

Sally smiled. “Mary, I want you to fuck Thomas’ dick, right here, right now.” Mary looked properly embarrassed, and Rhonda wanted to be shocked, but you cold tell she was curious.

Mary spoke up, “Rhonda, you’re a guest here. You wouldn’t want me to do that, would you?”

Rhonda spoke up a little too quickly, “Like you said, I’m a guest here. I’m just here for the ride.”

Mary took charge. “Ok, Thomas, drop ’em.” I stood up and dropped my pants. While I was adjusting my package, I quietly pushed the button. It sprang to life like a bull’s dick. Rhonda gasped and everybody laughed.

“I’m sorry, I’ve just never seen anything like that before.” Rhonda was clearly interested, but embarrassed.

“It’s ok. We’re all friends here. Get over here, Mary. You’ve got work to do.” She jumped up, came over to me, and knelt. She took me in her mouth in two gulps. Rhonda’s eyes were as big as saucers. I grabbed her by the hair and began pounding her face. Rhonda didn’t know Mary could hold her breath for five minutes, so she was beginning to get worried. So, I decided to switch places. I pulled out and told her to bend over the chair. She did so. Her pussy was dripping down her legs and she was ready. I plunged into her and was riding her for all she was worth. I glanced at Rhonda and noticed she had her hand between her legs. She looked flushed. She didn’t seem malatya escort to care we were watching her, so Sally went over to help her. Sally pushed her hand down her jeans, and she came at the same time Mary did. Mary just laid over the chair, gone to the world. Rhonda sat on the couch and stared at the unconscious Mary bent over the chair with cum running down her legs.

In a few minutes Mary sat up and began collecting herself. Rhonda looked at each of us.

“Mary, what does that feel like?”

“I can’t explain it. You would have to experience it for yourself. It can change your life.” Rhonda looked at Sally.

“It’s okay, Rhonda. It won’t change who you are. You can use my room if you like. I can bunk in with Mary for the night. Don’t miss the chance to ride that wild stallion. It is something you will remember for the rest of your life.”

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We were at the crossroads. Everything hinges on what happened next. Time seemed to crawl by.

“Will you be gentle with me? I can’t take that whole thing.” She was right. She was a slight little woman, short brown hair, small tits and a little butt.

I stood up and reached for her hand. “My dear, we will be very careful. Sally would never forgive me if I hurt you.” Sally blushed as we left.

The two of us went into Sally’s room and sat down. “You like Sally, don’t you?”

She looked at me. “Yes, but she is your girlfriend.”

I smiled, “Yes and no. We are all friends here, and we don’t spend much time on labels. She is completely nuts about you, and I am fine with that. I just want you both to be happy. It looks like you two will be spending a lot of time together going forward.”

Rhonda relaxed. I took my clothes off to get the ball rolling. I looked at her and smiled. “Let me help you with your clothes.” She let me unbutton her blouse. She had beautiful, perky, small breasts came out like flowers in the spring. She didn’t wear any bras and really didn’t need one. She stood up and I undid her skirt and pulled it down. She stood there in only her panties and was shivering. “You look cold. Get under the covers.”

“I’m not cold, I’m excited!” I reached down and gently kissed her. She kissed me back, harder. We laid down and began with the gentle foreplay. After a few minutes, she rolled over top of me and said, “Bring that thing out, I want to see it and feel as much of it as I can between my legs.”

“Yes ma-am.” I rolled her over on her back, spread her legs and smiled at her. “Are you ready for me?”

“YES, YES. Fuck me now.” I could see she was wet and ready. I pushed into her gently. I didn’t want to hurt her, but she wanted everything she could take. She pulled me down on her. I only got in halfway, but she was enjoying it very much. She came once before I even got going. But she was not done. She pushed me off her and climbed on top. She took more of me this time and rode to her heart’s content. She exploded in my arms and fell on me quivering. I just held her until she settled down. She still hadn’t swooned yet. She was the first.

She was singing softly to herself as she lay on me. Then she was quiet, and I realized she had fallen to sleep. I just held her until I fell asleep.

I was awakened by her trying to get me up. I didn’t want her to know how it worked, so I said. “Good morning, sunshine. Do you mind if I go to the bathroom first?” She sat up and I went into the bathroom. Now I was ready for whatever she wanted. I went back to the bedroom.

“That was the most amazing night I have ever had.”

“I am glad you enjoyed it. I’m sure Sally will be pleased.” I smiled.

“I know you were holding back. If you had pushed any harder, you would have split me in half! I would like one more time before we join the others.”

“Ok, get on your knees, I want to mount you.” She squealed in delight and got on her knees. I got behind her and just stared at her perfect little ass. I was going to have to be careful. Sally would be really pissed if I killed her. And it would blow our entire plan. I slowly pushed the tip in and fucked her as far as she could take. It wasn’t long before she came hard. This time she did fall onto the pillow and lay still. I picked up her head by the hair, and she was gone. I still got it. I waited until she was back, and we got dressed and joined the others in the kitchen.

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Author’s Note: I tend to write a lot of ‘engineered’ futuristic scenarios. Hopefully, I’ll get out of this phase soon. Not too soon, though. This story contains hermaphrodites (futanari, dickgirl, whatever definition works for you).

* * *

Everyone has an addiction, whether they like to admit it or not. For example, in 1937, the (so-called) Great Scientist Dr. H. Erôss was addicted to creating the perfect human. His sponsor Adolf Hitler wasn’t quite aware of his real aims: Dr. Erôss believed that human evolution depended on the joining of the sexes. Not through fucking; he meant it literally.

It was his life’s goal.

The Erôss Foundation took up this challenge after his death and expanded on it. Years and years of secret research into human genetic engineering; it was their hidden obsession until 1950, when the labs were opened and the experiments unleashed onto the earth. It changed the face of humanity for good (or for bad; no one can really decide).

But enhanced genetics or not, people are still people, and they have addictions.

I should know.

*

“Lucy. You need… to control… your pheromones,” Dr. Julian grunts at me with every thrust of her hips. Her large cock is slamming up inside me, thick and hot and throbbing; she’s a genuine Erôss creation, like me, except she has a sweetly solid dick between her legs. Dr. Erôss’ wonderful contribution: fewer males, less females, more of the in-between. Most of them are female-oriented, with breasts and a penis; possibly a vaginal slit instead of balls. Some are male-oriented, and you can’t tell until you remove their clothing that all you’ll get is a pussy.

I don’t care, though. My addiction mainly lies in getting fucked.

“Yes, Doctor. Oh, yes.” I’m panting like a dog inside her office, on my hands and knees on the blue carpet as she plunders my pussy. My head is hanging, my hair is in long dark waves down the sides of my face; some strands are sticking to my sweaty cheek. I look down at my body, seeing her dark hands clutch desperately at my small breasts. Her manicured nails are scraping my skin, there’ll be long marks later on, and I love it.

I go down a little further, folding my arms and resting my head on top of them. From here, I can barely make out the dark shaft of her dick slipping inside the pink folds of cunt. I moan softly; it feels so good, the heat and the sweatiness. It’s my fault, really. However, I was genetically engineered to give pleasure, and my pheromones are a large part of my design. I have to concentrate very hard to control those natural chemicals, especially when I’m in crowds.

But when I want sex, I can’t seem to rein them in at all.

Dr. Julian’s teeth scrape at the back of my neck and I cry out, shaking under the assault. My nipples are painfully erect against the smooth palms of her hands and then I hear her groaning sharply behind me. She jerks up into me, three times hard, and on the third massive thrust, I feel warm come flood inside me.

So good.

I lick my dry lips as she pulls out of me, her jizz dribbling down my thighs. She moves away, the sounds of her unsteady footsteps heading to her desk; I slowly turn over to sit on my behind, üsküdar escort adjusting my sensible grey skirt so that it isn’t pulled up my hips anymore. She comes towards me, not looking in my face as she hands me some soft facial tissues.

“Thanks, Doctor,” I murmur as I dab at my pale thighs. Dr. Julian nods, patting absently at her short hair. She’s a tall black woman with curls that have been dyed a deep golden shade. I had wanted her the first moment I had walked into her office.

“Lucy,” she says sternly as I sit back in front of her desk. She finally looks me in my face and I try for an innocent expression. “Lucy, you really need to keep those pheromones in check.”

“I’m really trying.” I pout a little. “I can’t help it, Dr. Julian. It’s just the way I was made. You know that.”

She stares at me for a long moment, her eyes dark and troubled; I wonder if I can get her to fuck me again. Her eyes widen, I can see the pupils actually dilate and then she pushes away from her desk, getting up to go to her little cabinet. She pulls out a key and unlocks a small door, pulling out a box of cigarettes.

I watch her as she lights one and inhales deeply.

“I’m not supposed to be smoking,” she says in a very distant voice. There is a very long pause. “Our session is over, Ms. Diamond. I’ll see you next week.”

As I pull on my coat and leave her lighting another cigarette, I wonder if I’ve made her upset, or forced her to give up on me. I’ve been in therapy with her for two years and she can’t seem to help me with my addiction.

I really want to be cured, though.

Well… sometimes.

The ride home is long and slightly cold, and the sun sets in a kind of lazy haze. I can almost still feel the sensation of Dr. Julian’s cock burrowing inside my cunt and that’s enough for awhile. When I arrive at my apartment building, I get out of the snapping cold that is hell on my lungs and pull open the front door, leaning on the wall inside.

“Lucy,” I hear someone say in a rough, grating voice. I look up the stairs and see one of my neighbours sitting on the steps near the top, smiling down at me drunkenly. It’s six in the evening, and Annette Delaney is already halfway through a large bottle of whiskey. Her blonde hair is frizzy and unkempt, but at least she has very nice legs, from what I can see from underneath her flowered house-dress.

“Hey, Mrs. Delaney,” I greet her carefully; she watches me with big, watery blue eyes. “Need some help?”

She nods slowly and I feel a slow smile cross my face. We’ve played this game before; I don’t mind playing some more. Dr. Julian won’t like it, though.

I go up the stairs and grasp one of her hands, dragging her up into a standing position.

“Lucy,” she sings in a wavering sing-song as I help her up the rest of the stairs. “Lucy Diamond.” She titters as we stumble to the apartment she shares with her daughter, right beside me. “Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes!”

I laugh a little as I reach into the front pocket of her house-dress. “That’s right. I was named after that song.”

“In the orphanage.” Annette nods solemnly. “The gaziemir escort government orphanage. I remember, you told April and me at dinner one day.” She clutches at my white blouse with the random strength of the drunk, her alcohol-soaked breath falling over me. “You’re from the government orphanage, just like April’s dad. April’s dad was different, like you,” she tells me in that serious little voice of hers and then she titters helplessly. “April’s a different person, from everybody else!”

“Yes, I know.” I push open the door and sigh as I meet April’s furious gaze as she sits at the dining table. April looks so much like her mother, same frizzy hair, same watery blue eyes… it’s almost scary. Then again, Annette is still very young; she had April when she was just a teenager, so they look more like sisters than mother and daughter.

“You stupid drunk cow,” April viciously tells her mother now as we weave through the door. Annette bursts into helpless tears.

“Don’t call her that,” I say mechanically as I head to the single room that they share. I say it nearly every week, in this same situation. “Don’t call your mother a stupid cow.”

“She gets so fucking wasted all the time!” April shrieks, but her anger is practiced. She’s addicted to feeling an intense, confusing rage; at twenty, she’s just a few years younger than I am, but she already has a deep groove in between her eyebrows. April frowns a lot. “Why can’t she be a fucking responsible adult and deal with whatever life gave her?”

It’s an argument I’ve heard before. I shake my head and continue to walk with Annette. There is an almost palpable rage coming from April, and I let my pheromones waft through the air in my wake, knowing that it’s the only thing that will help bring her anger down. One day, though, it might not be enough, and April will pop a fucking vessel out of sheer wrath.

I take the bottle out of Annette’s slackening hands, putting it on the floor before I make sure that she doesn’t lie down flat on her back. I had a friend who died on their own vomit in their sleep like that, drowning in their drunken excess.

April comes in the room and reaches out to pull on my hair. “You’re too good to her,” she tells me as she combs through the long dark strands in her hand. She gives Annette a dirty look and then smiles up at me; it’s not a very nice smile. “Lucy, you’re too good to that stupid bitch.”

“Don’t call her stupid,” I say automatically, but April is ignoring me and kissing me hungrily; In my heels, I’m a little taller than she is, so she goes up on her tiptoes and presses against me, rubs her thickening cock against my already come-slick crotch and I sigh against her mouth. Breaking the kiss, she pushes me towards her own bed in a commanding manner and slants a long look at her quiet, watchful mother as she starts to take off her clothes in sharp movements.

Annette loves to watch us; she won’t admit it, of course, so she gets herself drunk and then plays on April’s rage until I stumble into their web of anger and despair, and amplify everything with my own strange talents. Annette told me that she wants to get sancaktepe escort fucked by April’s large dick, the dick that was a legacy of her father’s government-engineered blood. April would love to be buried balls-deep inside her, but… but they both tell me, at different times and in almost identical tones, “It would be wrong.”

I’m probably the worse person with who they could talk about wrong and right, though.

I remove my skirt and blouse quickly and get into April’s bed in just my brassiere and panties. I’m pale and slim, with lots of long black hair, and April gazes down at my body appreciatively as she clambers on top of me, pushing open my legs and pulling my panties to one side, so she can slowly rub the head of her cock against my slit.

“Don’t you want it?” she asks almost plaintively and I nod quickly; she wasn’t seeing my face, however, I’m sure. She’s seeing the big blue eyes and wild hair of her own mother. For an addict, their need can reach almost hallucinatory levels. “Let me put it inside you, I want to fuck you.”

“Go ahead, sweetheart.”

That’s what I hear Annette call her when they’re in one of their rare good moods. April blinks slowly at me as she pushes inside. I go up on my elbows, biting my lip; she’s not as long as Dr. Julian, but she’s a lot thicker and I groan at how wonderful she feels as she feeds her cock into me. I can never get enough of that sensation and I can never get it from just one person.

I’m crying out with every push, my arms wrapped around April’s thin body. She has her face tucked into my neck, muttering her mother’s name now and again, groaning that I should take it, take it hard, but sometimes she says ‘Mom’. I’m sure she isn’t aware of that.

I turn my head a little, gasping for air as April roots in me relentlessly and I see Annette, her hands moving rhythmically inside her house-dress, watching us with narrowed, glittering eyes. I roll my own eyes, mentally and turn to lick April’s ear. Annette looks more drunk than before.

She really didn’t need the alcohol; it was just a means to this end. She watches us every time we do this, fingering herself as April pounds into me, wanting and hoping for April’s cock and too afraid to just go get it.

I was made for pleasure, though. I’ll take it any way I can get it; if I can give Annette some form of pleasure while getting it from April, why, that’s just perfect, right?

“Perfect,” I murmur as April rocks uncontrollably and then tenses; I wince as she pulls herself out and jerks at her slick cock with one trembling pale hand. Her come, warm and translucent, splatters warmly on me and I can hear Annette drunkenly mumble, “Oh, fuck, sweetheart,” under her breath.

I leave them, arguing as usual; but the sharp edge of April’s temper has been smoothed down a little. Their dance of mutual possessiveness will begin anew: they’ll be close and friendly for a few days, one of them will say something that simultaneously arouses and frightens them both, April will get loud, and Annette will get drunk and weepy… I’ll get fucked to placate them both.

It’s a cycle. They can’t break out of it, not for now; and I don’t think any of them wants to. I’m sure I don’t.

When I get inside my apartment, my cat Smokey curls around my feet in complaint as I close my door. I pick him up and walk to my window, looking out at the breathing, fuming, noisy city.

“They’re all addicted,” I whisper to Smokey, my pussy still throbbing. It throbs for more. “Don’t you think?”

Smokey agrees.

end

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Marcus wakes to pleasure flooding his body. He can feel a mouth on his cock and hands on his balls. He opens his eyes and can see Mallory’s head bobbing up and down on his cock. He lets out a moan as she continues to help herself. Marcus doesn’t complain, he just lays back and relaxes. Within moments his cock spews cum into Mallory’s mouth. She doesn’t choke this time, she swallows all she can and allows the rest to run out of her mouth and down her chin.

Mallory looks up at Marcus and smiles. He smiles back and reaches out to her. He grabs her small body and lifts her into the air before sitting her down on his cock. Mallory winces as she feels his thick shaft stretch her pussy as she slides down it. Mallory’s knees hit the bed and she leans into Marcus’ chest. She pauses for a moment before lifting her ass up his shaft.

Mallory slowly lowers her ass back down. Wincing as she takes as much of his cock as she can. Still adjusting to his large size Mallory takes her time riding Marcus. Slowly lifting her ass and then dropping it back down. Within moments she is cumming, her body tenses up. Her creamy cum coats Marcus’ black cock as she attempts to keep riding him while she cums.

Marcus reaches out and grabs Mallory’s thick waist. As he grabs a hold of her love handles Mallory tries to stop him. Marcus ignores her and begins to lift her up his shaft before forcing her back down it. Mallory throws her head back and begins to moan.

Marcus picks up the pace, fucking her faster and faster. As Marcus’ speed increases Mallory’s moans get louder and louder. She starts to cum over and over as Marcus fucks her. She attempts to say something but her words are slurred.

Marcus thrust deep inside of her and began to grunt as Mallory continues to cum. Her pussy squeezes his cock so hard its forced out of her. Before Marcus can get his cock back in her, he begins to cum himself. He lets out a grunt as his cock starts to throb. His cock throbs hard and shoots multiple streams of cum across the room. He lets out a relieved sigh and lets go of Mallory.

Marcus looks up and notices Layla at the door. She had returned from gathering food just in time to get covered in Marcus’ cum. The look of surprise on her face fades and she begins to laugh. Layla stops laughing and begins to lick the cum from her chin. With a satisfied grin she sits the food she has gathered on the floor and strips off her clothes.

Layla joins Marcus and Mallory in the bed. She smacks Mallory’s ass and her eyes snap open. She sees Layla, lets out a sigh and lazily gets off of Marcus. Layla smiles before leaning into Marcus’ lap. She extends her tongue and starts to lick his shaft. She runs her tongue up and down Marcus cock. Her tail waves as she greedily licks his cock and then moves to his balls.

Layla stops as Marcus’ cock begins to twitch and throb. She smiles to herself as she straddles his lap. She can feel the heat coming from his cock as she lines him up to her pussy. Marcus doesn’t let her take her time. He thrust up into Layla and she lets out a loud yelp as he begins to fuck her. Layla places her hands in his chest as Marcus continues to thrust upwards. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to cumming. She bites her lip and tries to hold out as long as possible.

She can’t hold out long. Her entire body tenses up and she starts to cum. Her nails dig into Marcus’ chest. He groans and starts getting rougher. His speed increases and his thrust get deeper. She begins to moan loudly as Marcus continues to fuck her. Layla starts to cum again, harder this time. She cums so hard her eyes roll in the back of her head. Her arms and legs get weak and she falls limp on top of Marcus. Her limp body quivers as he continues to fuck her.

Marcus thrust even deeper into Layla and she snaps back to reality. Just to start cumming again. She lifts herself back up, her legs and arms are shaking as if she was naked in the middle of winter. As she tries to collect herself she cums one more time. Her eyes start to roll in the back of her head again, until she feels Marcus cum erupt inside of her. His hot seed pumps into her and she begins to howl. Her howl dies off and she lays her head in Marcus’ chest. She begins to pants as she catches her breath.

Layla rolls off of Marcus and onto the bed next to him. Mallory sits up on her side of the bed and slowly gets up. She wobbles a little as she gets to her feet, she braces herself against the wall and catches her balance. She looks at Marcus and Layla who are still in bed and laughs.

“Its going to take some time to adjust to that thing.” Mallory laughs again. “If I ever do… I can barely take half of that thing.”

Layla and Marcus chuckle from the bed.

“I’m going to get cleaned up, while you two recover.” Mallory adds before leaving the room.

After everyone has recovered and gotten cleaned up, they make their way to the kitchen. Layla begins to cook while Mallory goes over what she found out about the second çeşme escort minotaur. Layla listens as she continues to cook food for the three of them. Marcus’ expression turns to disappointment when Mallory only has a little bit of information for them.

“So this one lives in the Sinking Forest?” Layla ask while she tends to the food.

“That’s what I said…” Mallory retorts playfully.

“Why is it called the Sinking Forest?” Marcus asks.

Layla turns around and looks at Marcus. “Wait… You don’t know the story of the Sinking Forest?”

Marcus tries to keep his cool. “Yeah… I’m not… From around here… Plus this is the furthest I’ve ever ventured.”

“I guess that makes sense.” Layla shrugs it off. “Mallory, do you mind filling him in?”

Mallory goes on to explain that the Sinking Forest got its name due to the minotaur that lives there now. The minotaur moved to the forest and began hunting the giant moles that lived there. When they would come close to the surface the minotaur would smash the ground, killing the giant moles. Over time the minotaurs’ attacks to the ground caused the giant mole’s tunnels to cave in. As the tunnels would collapse the ground above would begin to sink into the deeper caverns in the maze of tunnels. Now the minotaur lives in the deepest sinkhole in the forest, where he also hordes items that are special to him.

Layla finishes cooking, and brings the food to the table. Almost as soon as she sits the food down, Marcus and Mallory grab their portions. Layla laughs to herself before joining them. While they eat Mallory notices Layla staring at Marcus. Mallory rolls her eyes and tries not to think of the different ways Layla will try to seduce Marcus while they are out. Marcus notices Layla staring at him and smiles awkwardly.

Mallory clears her throat. “The information I have said something about this minotaur showing signs of intelligence. I figured that bit would be important.”

“Yeah… and makes the minotaur scarier. Anything about its habits during the day and night?” Layla asks.

“He leaves during the day, and at night he roams the forest before retiring to the deepest sinkhole in the forest… That’s all it said.” Mallory adds.

Layla looks at Marcus. “Alright so we will do the same thing as last time. Head out after we eat, we should make it to the sinking forest with plenty of time before the sun sets. Search his sink hole and then leave.”

“Sounds simple enough.” Marcus adds before shoveling food into his mouth.

After they finish eating Layla and Marcus grab their bags and leave the cabin. This time Layla takes Marcus into a different direction. As they cut through the trees surrounding the cabin Layla stops Marcus, before pointing to a road ahead of them. She explains to Marcus that on the main roads they must wear their hoods. Humans aren’t always kind to demi people or those that travel with them.

Marcus and Layla pull their hoods over their heads and exit the trees. Layla leads Marcus down the main road. Layla stops after walking for a while and points to the forest on the other side of the road. In the middle of this forest is a very large tree. She points to a small path that leads into the forest. She tells him it’s a shortcut to a human town known as Melton. She goes on to explain that elves control this forest and they do not like human intruders. She tells him only to use the shortcut if he absolutely has to.

Layla continues to walk followed closely by Marcus. As he steps away from the forest he can’t shake the feeling that someone had been watching them. He thinks nothing of it since he didn’t actually enter the forest. Layla grabs Marcus’ arm and leads him to a side road. She points up the road and tells him this is the longer path to Melton.

Layla and Marcus continue to travel the road until they come to another dense collection of trees. Deep in the forest Marcus can see the ground is cracked, some pieces protrude from the ground. Tree tops can be seen from sinking into the ground over time. Layla looks at Marcus and they nod at each other before entering the forest.

As they navigate the sinking forest Layla takes in the surrounding area. She can’t hear the minotaur but his smell is all over the place. Layla leads Marcus to a clearing, they stop and crouch down. Layla examines the area while Marcus eyes the sinkhole in front of them. Its too deep to see down but it looks as if the minotaur has fashioned the broken ground into stairs.

Layla gives Marcus a wink and the two of them approach the sinkhole. Layla begins to walk down the stairs followed closely by Marcus. As they get deeper into the sinkhole they see old bones from the moles that used to inhabit the tunnels down there. Layla takes in the area again and can smell the minotaurs scent coming strong from a tunnel nearby.

They reach the bottom of the sinkhole and Layla leads Marcus down a tunnel and into a large cavern. başakşehir escort Within the cavern there are mounds of gold and other items of value. Marcus and Layla split up, digging through the piles of treasure. Marcus looks for a box that might resemble the one the Bulls Plug was in.

After searching the piles of treasure and coming up short Layla and Marcus decide its time to leave. They make their way out of the sinkhole and begin to walk out of the forest. Off in the distance a load roar rings out. Followed by the sound of trees snapping and a loud whooshing sound. As Marcus and Layla turn around an extra large battle axe violently crashes into the ground. Throwing dirt and tree debris everywhere, Layla and Marcus cover their eyes.

Marcus steps in front of Layla in an attempt to protect her. He can not see the minotaur yet but he does not plan on letting it hurt Layla. Layla reaches out and grabs Marcus’ arm.

“Come on… We need to run… now” Layla says in a panic.

Before Marcus can even move the minotaur steps into view. This large horned beast walks through the trees towards them. His muscle tone makes Marcus swallow hard with fear. He wants to protect Layla but the closer this monster gets the more he thinks he won’t be able to stop him from killing them if he really wanted to.

“NOOO… If you attempt to run, I will kill you both before you have a chance to clear this forest.” The minotaur angrily spouts.

“Okay… We won’t run. We mean you know harm.” Marcus says nervously.

The minotaur takes in a deep breath through his nose, then looks at Marcus. “You smell like a minotaur but you are small like a human. Why is that?”

Marcus stammers before blurting out. “I am the Bulls Plug host… I won’t lie, we did come here looking for something to steal but didn’t find it.”

“Lies… That plug has been missing for…” The minotaur is interrupted.

Marcus pulls his cock out, exposing the plug that resides in him. “It’s not missing any more.”

The minotaur is shocked at what he is seeing. He has only ever heard stories of the plug. He himself thought the plug was just made up. He looks to Marcus and sighs, before pulling his battle ax out of the ground and placing it on his back. Layla jumps and grabs onto Marcus’ back as the ax was lifted out of the ground.

The minotaur huffs. “If you are looking for the Bulls Band… I have some bad news for you. It was melted down shortly after the plug vanished.” The minotaur says.

Marcus sighs deeply. “That’s not what I wanted to hear… Do you know of any other way to stop the full change from taking place?”

“I do not. But there is another minotaur that might be able to help you. Like myself he is intelligent and can talk… Although, he does live across the salty sea. So if you don’t have a boat you will need one.” The minotaur says while attempting a smile.

Layla peeks over Marcus’ shoulder. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything else do you?”

“He lives in the desert, and goes by the Wanderer. I know the name is lame but I didn’t pick it… How rude of me… I go by Arty…” Arty attempts to smile again. “Any way find the Wanderer and he should be able to help you in some way. He was the one that created the plug and band.”

“Well thanks for the info Arty. I’m Marcus and my friend here is Layla.” Marcus adds with a smile, stepping aside so Arty can see Layla.

“Its nice to meet you both. Do not worry I have decided to let you both live. Seeing as you are the host of the Bulls Plug. The way I see it, we are kin.” Arty slaps Marcus on the back, knocking him to the ground.

Marcus stands up and brushes himself off before leaving the forest with Layla. The two of them reach the road and begin to travel back to the cabin. As the approach the forest that Layla had previously told Marcus to avoid. She grabs his arm and begins to pull him into the forest. Before he can say anything to her she places a finger to her lips and continues to walk.

Shortly after crossing the tree line Layla leads Marcus to a partially ruined building. The top floor of the building looks as if a boulder had been thrown into it. The bottom floor was still intact, it looked as if it could have been a pub or an Inn at one point.

Layla enters the building cautiously. She pulls Marcus in behind her and quickly shuts the door. As Marcus’ eyes adjust he sees tables and chairs and a bar across the room. Layla lets go of Marcus and goes to a small table with a chair and a stool by it. She sits on the stool and lets out a deep sigh of relief.

Layla looks at Marcus. “Care to join me? We should be safe here, I know I told you not to enter this forest earlier. But it’s getting dark out there and we needed a safe place to rest.”

Marcus approaches the table and sits in the chair. “If you say so… Thanks for helping me with all of this.”

“No… Thank you… When that ax slammed into the ground küçükçekmece escort I was so scared… But you were so brave… I was so terrified and turned on at the same time.” Layla gets to her feet and walks over to Marcus, her tail sways from side to side as she reaches him.

Marcus doesn’t have a chance to say another word. Layla grabs his chair and turns him towards her. She drops to her knees and starts to undo his pants. She reaches into them and grabs his cock. Her touch alone gets his cock throbbing and leaking precum. She pulls it out of his pants and is still shocked by the size as it grows in her hand.

Layla starts to stroke Marcus’ cock with her hand. With every stroke his cock throbs, as it gets harder the plug vanishes. Layla squeezes his cock as she strokes, causing precum to leak from the head. Layla leans in and takes the head of his cock into her mouth. She moans as his precum coats her tongue. She takes more of his swollen cock into her mouth and moans louder.

Layla starts to bob up and down on Marcus’ cock. She uses her hands to stroke what she can’t suck. Her spit runs down his cock, doubling as lube once it reaches her hands. Layla continues to suck and stroke Marcus’ cock. He has lost himself in the pleasure, his head is back as he moans and tenses up.

Just as Marcus cums, the door bursts open and two elves walk in. A white male elf with shoulder length black hair, followed by a beautiful female elf with dark skin and short curly hair. The female elfs dark skin is complemented by golden jewelry on her ears. She extends her arms and begins reciting an incantation. Within seconds ropes appear out of thin air.

Due to the surprise Layla had pulled away from Marcus’ cock. Only to have her face and eyes covered in cum. With her eyes covered and her nose full of Marcus scent she feels helpless. She can feel a rope quickly wrap around her before she drops to the ground.

Marcus didn’t have a chance to react. Once he had recovered from getting off he was already tied to the chair he was sitting in. He struggles a bit as the male elf approaches him.

The female elf looks at Layla tied up on the ground and laughs. “Long time no see Layla. I hope we aren’t interrupting anything.”

Layla rolls her eyes. “Long time, Sophie… I didn’t think you guys patrolled this close to the road.”

Sophie smiles at Layla. “We don’t. When Carver acts out I take him here to punish him… He can be loud.”

Layla rolls her eyes again as Carver reaches Marcus. He looks down and his eyes grow wider. He closes his eyes hard, rubs them with his hands before opening them again. Marcus looks up at Carver and smiles helplessly. Carver makes eye contact with him and smirks before turning to Sophie.

“Mi… Mistress, you’ve got to see the monster this human has. I’m sure the Queen would love to get her hands on this… I know I do.” Carver excitedly blurts out.

Sophie walks over to Marcus. “Are you talking about the bitch, because I can see… ” Sophie looks down and her eyes grow wider as well. “Holy shit… I bet the Queen would love to get more than her hands on him.”

“Should we take them both to the queen now?” Carver asks. “Maybe she will let us have some fun with him. Since we brought him to her.”

“Of course we will take them both to the queen. But why wait for a turn when we can have ours now.” Sophie reaches between her legs and snaps her leotard open.

Carver drops to his knees in front of Marcus. “I will get him ready for you mistress.”

Carver takes Marcus’ cock into his mouth and begins to suck. He takes his hands and caresses Marcus’ balls as he takes more of his cock into his mouth. Marcus lets out a moan and throws his head back as the pleasure sweeps over him. Carver continues to suck and caress until he feels Marcus’ cock start to throb.

Carver stops sucking and takes Marcus’ cock out of his mouth. He smiles at him and extends his tongue. Starting at the base he begins licking, slowly working his way up the shaft. He continues to do this until Marcus’ entire cock is glistening from spit. Sophie walks over to Carver and forces him out of her way.

Sophie turns around and lets Marcus see her round ass and thick thighs. She bends over and touches her toes before shaking her ass in Marcus’ face. Slowly lowering her ass, stopping at the head of his cock. Marcus’ cock throbs in anticipation, Sophie feels the head of his cock graze her pussy’s lips. As a chill runs down her spine the anticipation builds. She feels the heat from his cock and can’t wait any longer.

With a deep breath Sophie drops her ass down onto Marcus’ lap. Marcus is shocked and can’t believe it. She just took all of him like it was nothing. Sophie continues to moan as she starts to ride Marcus. She places her hands on her knees as she slowly bounces on Marcus’ cock. Her knees start to shake and she lets out an airy moan as she cums on his cock.

Her creamy white cum coats Marcus’ black cock. She moans louder as she feels Marcus throb inside of her as she takes him to the base again. She starts to ride him faster and harder. The chair creaks as her ass meets Marcus’ lap over and over. Until Marcus begins to grunt, his grunts grow louder and louder as she rides him faster. Marcus lets out one final grunt before shooting his hot seed deep inside of Sophie.

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No matter how hard she tried, a particular kind of rain would always bring back memories to Dana Magnussen, so far away now in time and space, yet accessible in an instant. Raindrops had pattered and spattered on the Wards of the Mages as they had charged in arrow formation towards the lines of the waiting forces of the Yellow Autarch of Carcosa. Civilized people did not fight in the rain, and they had almost been caught by surprise when they saw our lines forming up and preparing. Our horses were far more eager for the fight than their riders and the Mages could all feel their excitement. We had been shown how to hold our lances, which had been to disguise who we really were, and our Wards had been set to overlap so that they formed an arrowhead ahead of us. Connie, the Warrior, was of course at the point, just as ready to fight with sword and spells as the horses had been. Three of the Healers were on either side, with one Engineer for each to anchor. Harold and she had been on the right side, with him next to her. The rain, which had been falling lightly up to this point, began in earnest just as the trumpets blared, the infantry started banging on their shields with their swords and yelling, and the charge began.

Only an hour before, she had pulled his naked body onto hers in her tent. He had taken his time, kissing and licking his way up her belly, balanced on his right hand while his left had been gently stroking her pussy and rubbing her clitoris, then paying his respects to her breasts, giving her nipples gentle licks and a few sparks that shot directly to her brain and inflamed her even more.

“You do the same things to me every time and I still get turned on,” she had whispered as he’d finally settled on her and held her head between his strong, calloused hands.

“It’s something about the power of love,” he had replied quietly, brushing her lips with his. “I think I’ll stay here like this and enjoy the quiet intimacy of it.”

“I don’t think so, bub,” she had replied, reaching down to grab his hot, hard cock and putting it at the entrance of her vagina. “That cock is going inside me and isn’t coming out until it has delivered its load of hot, yummy cum. Oh!” He had thrust all the way into her in one push.

“You are so demanding,” he had said, gently thrusting in and out as their bodies moved in the old familiar rhythm. “Maybe this will soften you up.” His eyes, an odd shade of blue with hints of green that people always said reminded them of the ocean, had lost focus and she had felt little sparks tickling her already aroused clitoris, provoking an involuntary moan.

“I feel something that isn’t getting softer,” she had gasped in reply, squeezing him hard and feeling every bump and ridge on that wonderful cock of his. She found enough concentration to start sending a few sparks into it, making his body shake a bit and him groan quietly.

“I’m going to bring you first,” he had said somewhat defiantly, pumping harder and faster, overloading her brain and sending her body stampeding towards orgasm, but he was already pulsing and then delivered several squirts of cum that had filled her up. “Oh, Dana, you’ve taken my cum again,” he had said as they enjoyed the afterglow. “How much is too much?”

“I think that I have a fifty-gallon limit,” she had replied, rolling him off, making his softening organ pop out of her with one last rub against her clitoris. “I think that we have a battle to prepare for.”

“Maybe if we refused to get dressed, they wouldn’t let us,” he had said hopefully as they had Cleaned their fluid-saturated genitals.

“Hopper and Malone would put us on horses at sword-point, regardless of our state of dress,” she had replied, “and I have no desire to do a Lady Godiva ride straight at a line of unfriendly Carcosans waving sharp and pointy things at me.” She had stood up and hauled him to his feet and into her arms.

“But think of the distraction factor. Everyone’s eyes would be on those magnificent bouncing breasts and flowing blonde hair of yours and they’d totally forget about the rest of us,” he had said between hot, gentle kisses.

“Moser! Magnussen! If you two have finished fucking each other’s brains out, we would like the pleasure of your company at the mustering area in ten minutes!” bellowed Major Hopper’s all-too-familiar and unwelcome voice from outside the tent.

“Yes, master. Whatever you say, master,” Harold had replied in a patently fake servile voice, making her laugh and him growl something unprintable as he’d moved off to hassle the other Mages in similar situations. As adjunct members of the Army, they weren’t subject to the full range of discipline that the military could level at them, but Hopper and Malone had had their own creative and evil ways of making their displeasure known.

“After this is over, we will celebrate,” she had said as they had started dressing. But as things had turned out, they had never had another opportunity to have sex. A jolt from bahçelievler escort a bump in the road caused her to awaken from her doze and look around. Her eyes focused on Mary and Charlie, who had been married long before Carcosa and were still married now. They had also apparently been woken up.

“By any chance, were you two ever Drill Instructors way back when the world was a lot younger?” she asked. They looked at each other and grinned.

“What makes you think that, after all these years?” Mary replied in her mid-range voice that had been made husky by years of shouting at unfortunate subordinates, trying to look innocent. Innocence was not a natural expression for her wrinkled, foxy-looking face, with its pointed chin, sharp green eyes, thin lips on a relatively wide mouth, and bushy eyebrows that had once been black, but now were silver.

“A few years ago, I bumped into Kate Selwin, one of the other Healers, in the Capitol, and she said that she’d had to Heal up some recruits who complained about some of the antics of their DI, which sounded just as evil and manipulative as yours were.” They both laughed, startling Lakash Moto, the head of the local chapter of the Order of St. Thrimble, who had been picked up in Havisham on their way, to wakefulness.

“We may have spent a few years in the position,” Charlie replied in his deep, gravelly voice. He had a fringe of gray hair around a shiny dome of a head, brown eyes that still had the power to strike terror into those upon whom they gazed, a hatchet-like nose, bushy gray eyebrows, and a neatly-trimmed mustache over a generous but thin-lipped mouth. “After a while, we decided that we needed to up our game and terrorize more than groups of new recruits. You guys were a real challenge because we had little real power over you, and you were experienced, very smart, and of course had Magic to aid in your various mischiefs.”

“Speaking of which,” said Mary as Lakash watched them with interest, “how did you manage to make the horses’ farts sound like they were laughing at us? Moser must have had something to do with it because he was the veterinarian of you lot.” Dana grinned back at them.

“Fred Tomlinson, the other Engineer,” she added for Lakash’s benefit, “had experience with acoustic as well as civil engineering, as you know when you had him amplify Harold’s singing to terrify the enemy’s horses in the latter half of the battle.”

“Harold has a nice voice,” said Lakash in his quiet, mellow voice. Though not nearly as large as the other three, he had a warm, calming presence that was part of his Healer talents and was also of great benefit as an administrator. “I have never heard him sing, but then again we’ve never been in a place where he would want to.”

“He seems to have been one of the few people in the world born without a shred of musical ability,” said Dana. “I found out the hard way, as did the people on the battlefield and in the karaoke bar in the Capital that I and my friends dragged him and his friends to. He had refused to participate and had seemed to take no interest in what was going on, and it took extreme threats from seven people to get him up on the stage. The March to Battle Song is very simple, as you know, but he couldn’t stay on key, got the tempo wrong, and there were some weird harmonics in his voice that got everyone on edge. When he had finished, the place was dead silent. ‘I told you,’ was all that he said as he took a sarcastic bow and walked out the door.”

“You were saying about Fred,” said Charlie, as undistractable as ever.

“Fred’s skill of acoustic manipulation transformed the farts into laughter. Harold fed the horses a few things that made them gassier than usual. That was one parade that the regiment will never forget.”

“Especially since horses tend to start bucking after a few too many farts,” said Mary as Lakash started giggling helplessly. “Bucking horses firing gas-propelled turds and sounding like they were laughing maniacally created a near riot in the Capital’s Parade Ground the day before we were set to board the ships to take us to Carcosa, as everyone tried to take cover from turds and also trying to avoid getting their heads kicked off. Fortunately, the effect only lasted for half an hour and order was eventually restored.”

“We shall not discuss the revenge they wrought upon us,” said Dana grimly, “save that we learned very quickly to test our food and drink for various unwanted contaminants.” Lakash’s thin eyebrows rose.

“Doing that would get you arrested and charged,” he said, giving the offenders a frown.

“If it could be proven that we did it,” Charlie replied, “just like we could have had all of them court-martialed at least once if we could have conclusively proved which of them had committed the various unpleasant things that happened to us, some of the other officers, each other, and pretty well everyone else.” Dana reddened bağcılar escort a bit, cleared her throat and looked out the window at the passing countryside. “Fortunately for all concerned, they were finally able to prove their worth once the fun started, and afterwards while we were helping to clean up the mess.”

“As I told you in our earlier correspondence, Harold Moser has been working for me for the past twelve years and has had nothing but excellent reviews from all of the people he’s dealt with,” said Lakash thoughtfully. “He’s been especially valuable as a veterinarian, and veterinarian Mages are very hard to find. That’s why I and the other heads of Order of St. Thrimble Chapters are fully behind the idea of a Veterinarian Mage School. Having it in my precinct is an extra bonus, and having him as one of its founding Professors even more so.”

“Do you think he’d go for it?” Mary asked as the coach swayed gently.

“He’s been dropping hints for the past year or so that he thinks that it’s time for him to settle down in Magwitch with Leila and his daughter. Like the rest of us, he isn’t getting any younger and all that walking eventually takes it toll on anyone. I would be astonished if he turned it down.”

“It nearly ripped my heart out watching him standing on the pier as my ship left Carcosa,” said Dana quietly. “I know that the Carcosans were anxious to get us out once they were back on their feet, and the Powers That Be were equally anxious, given how much it was costing the Treasury, but they had made a special request to keep the Healers to help train theirs, who had been under tight restrictions during the Yellow Autarch’s regime. They badly needed to upgrade their skills, and we could hardly refuse. He had found a couple who had veterinary potential and was giving them the crash course. I still don’t know when he finally came back to the Kingdom, as he never tried to contact me.”

“Maybe he’d found out that you’d gotten married to another engineer and were out in various places building the roads that the King and Queen think are so necessary,” said Charlie dryly as they recovered from a bump from a particularly big pothole. “Maybe if this School gets off the ground, we can persuade them to properly pave this road,” he muttered, rubbing the side of his head.

“As Dean of Engineering, I think that I can apply some pressure,” replied Dana. “I’m amazed that we didn’t lose a wheel on that one.”

“Why would an Engineer come out to an announcement of a Veterinary School?” asked Mary.

“The Healers couldn’t spare anyone because they’re trying to get a handle on the venereal disease problem in the Docklands,” Dana said, shaking her head, “and once I’d found out that he was here, I’d been looking for a reason to come visit to catch up on old times. I’m aware that he’s been claimed by the Town’s Healer, so there won’t be any hanky-panky,” she added severely, glowering at the two officers, who maintained carefully neutral expressions.

“And what brings you two on this expedition?” Lakash asked them. The landscape was slowly changing to indicate that they were now passing through the northern outskirts of the town. Passing the “Welcome to Magwitch” sign was a more obvious clue.

“Moser has some back pay with interest and a couple of medals that he never claimed when he finally returned,” said Mary, indicating a nice leather-bound briefcase on the seat between her and Charlie. “We’d heard that he’d quietly visited the Capital a few years ago to collect the prize for making the Air Sled spell work better, but we were out of town reviewing a regiment and couldn’t get it to him. As his former commanding officers, it’s our duty to present the medals to him personally, and, like Dana, we would like to catch up with what he’s been doing too.”

“On the Use of Erotic Energy to Stabilize the Air Sled Spell,” Dana mused as the coach slowed down to make its way through the Sunday traffic in the business area. “He made quite a splash with that when it was published in the Journal of Applied Magical Sciences. It apparently set off a wave of experiments of applying lewdness to other problematic spells, with a surprising amount of success.”

“We’ll have chance to ask him about his inspiration,” said Lakash as they all chuckled. “The paper gave no indication of it at all, just a clear and detailed overview of the spell as it was and a description of the steps required to stabilize it. It was very well done.” He paused, and he and Dana got distracted expressions. “I feel another Mage nearby. It may be the Town’s Healer, Leila Parsons, as it doesn’t feel like Harold’s signature.” The coach had finally come to a halt in front of a tastefully-decorated building whose sign proclaimed it to be the Dewdrop Inn.

“Cute name,” said Charlie. “Let’s get out of here and stretch our legs. It’s been a very long trip.” Dana, who was seated by the door on the forward side of ümraniye escort the coach, was about to open the door when the driver beat her to it. Charlie was first, checking for the highly unlikely event of hostile people, followed by Mary, who did the same.

“Nothing to see here,” said Mary, making shooing motions at the townsfolk who were slowly accumulating, but they didn’t go anywhere. Then Dana and finally Lakash emerged, looking around and being thankful that the rain had finally stopped. Then they stopped and turned toward the Inn, where they saw Harold’s face in a window of what they deduced was a restaurant. Charlie and Mary turned as well, and Mary continued, “well, at least we don’t have to turn the town upside down looking for him.”

“Excuse me, Healer coming through,” said a woman’s voice loudly as a medium-sized woman wearing a broad-brimmed pale blue hat over long hair that was part copper, part silver, gently but firmly pushed her way through the small crowd, trailed by a girl of about 11 who was wearing a medium-brimmed white hat over attractive, long auburn hair. “I’m Leila Parsons, and this is my daughter Marcie. Welcome to Magwitch.” She gave them a polite bow, which Marcie hastily copied. “Lakash, this is a surprise! It’s been a couple of years since you’ve come by this way. Marcie, this is Lakash Moto, the head of the Chapter of the Order of St. Thrimble that your Papa works for.” The others towered over the Healer’s slight figure as he stepped forward for a closer look.

“I’m pleased to meet you, sir,” said Marcie, performing the Polite Bow

that Harold and Leila had taught her for just such occasions. “Papa says that you are the least evil person he’s ever worked for,” she added with a mischievous grin, getting surprised laughs from the others, including him. She turned towards the Inn and waved at her Papa.

“You are definitely his daughter. I’ve never seen eyes that colour except his. Leila, it’s good to see you again. May I introduce you to Colonel Charlie Hopper, Colonel Mary Malone, and Dana Magnussen, Dean of Engineering at the Mage Academy in the Capital.” They stepped forward to shake her hand, and then Marcie’s, and the small audience around them applauded politely. Now that the mystery of their identities had been cleared, they began to drift away. “We came here looking for Harold, with an offer that we think will be of great interest to him, and perhaps to you and the Town as well.” There was the faint sound of a crash of crockery that came from the Inn that distracted their attention from the driver.

“Shall I get the luggage down while you check in?” he inquired in a mellow baritone.

“Please do, Mark,” Dana replied. “Wherever Harold is, something’s bound to be going on,” she added dryly. “Lead on, Leila,” she added with a gracious gesture.

“What is that man doing now?” she asked, shaking her head ruefully. She led them up the path towards the steps that would get them onto the verandah.

“Are you brave enough to be married to him?” Mary asked.

“Not quite,” was her reply. “We’re married in spirit, but not technically. That will change this evening. Since you’re here, you’re invited to come join us.” They had reached the foot of the stairs and the door popped open, revealing a small woman in an elegant red coat, a small-brimmed red hat on top of a round, wrinkled face and cloud of snowy white hair. The pile of tan, black, and white carpet that they had seen on the verandah suddenly resolved itself into a large dog that lumbered to its feet, tail wagging, and moved to greet the woman, who bent to pat its head.

“Miss Keystone, are you all right?” piped Marcie, concerned at the woman’s pale face.

“Hello, Marcie,” she said in a pleasant voice. “I’ll be fine. Chef Ralph managed to get a nasty cut on his arm, and I don’t react well to blood. Healer Harold is taking care of him, and he also did an excellent job on Tiny’s cataracts. I’ll just head on home.” The group made way for her and the dog as they went down the three steps. “See you tonight, dear,” she said to Leila, patting her arm before moving down the path and turning right on the sidewalk.

“He doesn’t know, does he?” said Lakash good-humouredly as they mounted the steps. “And congratulations, by the way.” The others offered theirs, though Leila thought that she sensed some sadness from Dana.

“Nope!” exclaimed Marcie with a big, gap-toothed grin, opening and holding the door for them. “It’ll be a big surprise!”

“One of many for today,” said Dana as the group filed through the door.

“Welcome, guests,” said Emma Green from behind the large reception desk. She was a tall, curvaceous blonde with bright blue eyes and a large, winning smile under a small, pointed nose. “Leila and Marcie too. Harold is in the restaurant, tending to our injured Chef Ralph. Would you care to sign in?”

“The driver will sign us in,” said Lakash, as the door opened behind them and Mark, burdened with some large suitcases, entered the lobby. Charlie shifted the briefcase, which was clearly heavy, to his other hand. “They haven’t seen Harold for many years and would like to renew their acquaintance.”

“No problem!” said Emma, gesturing towards the restaurant, from which some noise was coming. “The rooms aren’t going anywhere. Oh, you’re cute,” she said, addressing Mark.

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Cast of Characters

Main Characters

Kyle Unmei: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish college student that awoke Aaliyah and inherited her mission to free the Djinn. Wielder of Earthbones, a magical katana given to him by Aaliyah.

Aaliyah: A Djinn of the Jann Tribe sent to marry the mortal who would set the Djinn free. Kyle’s first wife.

Fatima: Kyle’s younger sister. His second wife. Wielder of Fireheart, a magical yari (spear).

Christy (Amber): Kyle’s third wife. They were dating when he released Aaliyah. Unbeknownst to Kyle, she is a member of a coven of witches that are hunting for Aaliyah. Jealous of Aaliyah, Christy has told her coven who the Djinn they’re hunting is.

Fumi: Kyle’s girlfriend who just moved to the States from Japan. She is a type of succubi who kills men she has vaginal intercourse with. She thinks Kyle is the one man for her that can survive her embrace despite the lack of evidence.

Britney: Kyle’s best friend. She has sworn to protect him and believes Christy and her coven of witches are a threat that need to be killed. She is not all human.

Concubines

Chyna: Kyle’s first concubine and classmate. A spell was cast on Kyle and Chyna, forcing them into a Master/Sex Slave relationship by Ms. Franklin.

Shannon: Chyna’s widowed mother. Kyle took her as a concubine.

Alexina: Another classmate of Kyle’s and the first submissive woman he dominated thanks to a wish that allows him to recognize a submissive woman by a pale-pink aura about them.

Carla: An auburn haired coed Kyle claimed in gym.

Ann: Fatima’s friend turned concubine.

Kayleah: Fatima’s former bully, now her concubine.

Toni: A cheerleader concubine of Kyle’s.

Ms. Capello: Kyle’s young English professor and concubine.

Enemies

Dean Burke: The Dean of Kyle’s college. A warlock hunting Aaliyah

Sable (Tourmaline): Member of the coven and Christy’s sorority sister.

Phillipa (Jade): Half-Korean member of the coven.

Zaritha: An Ifrit hunting Aaliyah. Posing as Lexie Lyndon.

Other Characters

Faiza: Kyle and Faiza’s mother.

Corey: One of Kyle’s friends.

Professor Skinner: Kyle and Christy’s recently married math professor.

Braiden: Kyle’s former friend who desires to date Christy.

Submissive Witch

Wednesday, January 22nd — South Hill, WA

“I wish my sister was healed!” Kyle demanded, cradling Fatima’s head on his lap.

Aaliyah closed her eyes then shuddered. “It’s an enchantment. It’s beyond the scope of my power.”

“So you could heal her if she was hurt?”

She shook her head. “Healing isn’t hearth or harem.”

“And neither is breaking a spell?”

“No,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. I tried, but my father’s commands still restrict my powers.”

“So disobey him! You come from some old-school culture. Shouldn’t your husband supersede your father?”

“But my father is the Sheikh of the Jann Tribe. His word carries the weight of law for my tribe.” A tear ran down her dusky cheek. “I am so sorry, my love.”

Kyle stroked his sister’s forehead. “What are we going to do?”

“We have to depart, Kyle. And we cannot leave any evidence we were here,” Britney said calmly. Her hand gripped Phillipa Stoddard’s shoulder, forcing the witch to stay on her knees.

Kyle looked up from his sleeping sister’s side. “What?”

“We cannot stay here, Kyle. Our fight was loud and noisy. Even as remote as this cabin is, people must have seen the light from the Elemental and heard its roar. We cannot leave any evidence behind. Look around. There are four dead here. We killed them. The police will investigate.”

“Right,” Kyle nodded, taking a deep breath. His sister-wife barely seemed to be breathing and it was hard to concentrate on anything else.

“She’ll be fine, my love,” Aaliyah whispered, kneeling on the opposite side. “We can do nothing for her now. And we cannot help her if we’re under arrest.”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “I guess we need to wipe down fingerprints and stuff.”

Aaliyah cocked her head, using her powers to understand what he said. “Right. Leave that to me.” With a wave of her hand, dust in the cabin formed into little, squat men that set about scrubbing the house. “There,” she nodded.

“It’s a mess outside,” Kyle said, standing up. “I’ll go get the car and…” His face fell. His mother-in-law’s car was wrecked. “That’s going to be a problem. The police will easily tie that back to us”

“Not really,” Fumi said; his Japanese girlfriend leaned against the doorway. “You can just have the earth swallow it up like you did with the bear.”

“So göztepe escort how are we getting out of here then? We can’t call for a cab, and we don’t want to leave any traces we were here.”

“How did you get here, Phillipa?” questioned Britney.

“I drove,” the witch muttered, looking at the floor. “My car’s parked around back. With the…” She swallowed, glancing at the corpses of Ms. Franklin and Rashawn. “With their cars.”

“Then we’ll crowd into her car to get home,” Fumi said “Best to leave no evidence she was ever here as well.”

“Do we bury their bodies?” Aaliyah asked.

Kyle glanced at Ms. Franklin and shuddered. He had killed her in the heat of the moment, but seeing her cooling body lying next to her decapitated head disturbed him. “No. They deserve to be found. Think of their families.”

“What do we do about Sable?” Britney asked. Sable was the other witch they captured, knocked out by Kyle with the hilt of his sword. “I can keep one witch in check, but not two. Perhaps we should just slit her throat. What is one more body?”

Aaliyah and Kyle both gave Britney a horrified glance. He thought he had known his best friend, but there was a dark side to her. “No. That’s wrong. Aaliyah, I’ll wish her to be one of my harem.”

Aaliyah concentrated, then frowned. “It didn’t work.”

“Our amulet’s protect us,” Phillipa answered, touching the jade pendant hanging between her breasts, “from such blatant domination. Hecate is a jealous goddess.”

“Fine, I’ll go take hers off,” Kyle said, standing up.

He walked outside the cabin. Sable was gone. His stomach sank. He had left her lying right there unconscious. Fumi stepped up beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Something was clutched in her other hand–an envelope.

“We can’t stay long, Kyle,” Fumi said. “She’s gone. We need to clean up fast. Let’s go take care of your car.”

“Yeah.” He glanced at the letter.

Fumi held it up to him. “From Christy. She gave me this before she left.”

Emotions tangled inside of him. Aaliyah was safe, and he wanted to try and forgive Christy, he still loved her, but she had betrayed them. He needed to talk to her, to try and figure out this mess. His mouth tasted like ash. He took the envelop and stuck it in his back pocket.

“Let’s take care of Faiza’s car,” he sighed.

His mother-in-law’s car still was on the bridge, crashed into the side. Bits of broken glass and plastic strew across it the wooden deck and antifreeze filled the air with a sweet-sickly smell and dripped through the gaps in the wood.

“We have to move it,” Kyle said.

“Put it in neutral and release the parking brake,” Fumi said. “I’ll move it.”

Kyle glanced at her bow, nodded, and quickly followed her instructions.

Fumi held her bow up; green light flared in the metal. Wind rushed around them and seemed to grow and swirl around the car, whipping into a vortex. Small debris skittered across the ground, then slowly spun about into the air. Metal groaned, the car shifted as a small tornado swirled about it. His girlfriend focused hard, her eyes narrowing and sweat beading her forehead. The car gave another groan then rolled backwards.

“Holy shit, that’s amazing.”

“Yeah,” Fumi answered, her voice tight with strain.

The car kept rolling backwards, the bridge swaying as the wind whipped about its trusses. Kyle’s stomach lurched and he hoped Fumi didn’t dump them into the river below. But he had faith in her. His car reached the gravel road and she kept pushing it until the entire car rested on the road, then the wind dissipated, debris raining down.

“That was hard,” she gasped.

Kyle hugged her, lifting her up and spinning around. She smelled so wonderful, like lilies and his cock hardened. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her as his hand grasped her breasts. He had to fuck her right now. His cock was a slab of steel. His mind screamed some warning, but that didn’t matter. Fumi was so lithe and–

“No!” she shouted, pushing away. “No, Kyle!”

He gasped for air, his face flushed as she backed away. “Right,” he muttered, regaining some control over himself. She was a type of succubus, and he would probably die if he fucked her pussy. “I don’t want to die.”

She flinched. “I’m sorry.” Tears ran down her eyes. “In the morning, I’m going to find that spirit Fatima told me about, Niqualmie, and see if there is a way we can be together that way.”

“And if there’s not?”

“We’ll never see each other again.” A sob escaped her and tears ran down her cheeks. “I can’t take the chance of losing control and killing you, Kyle.”

Another thing taken from him. Christy’s gone, Fatima’s unconscious, and now Fumi was leaving, maybe forever. “Let’s bury the car,” Kyle grunted, turning away and concentrating on his sword. The ground opened up, his car disappeared, crashing into the pit. Fumi sent a wind to blow all the small pieces of his car down into the thirty-foot deep hole, then he closed it up.

Neither noticed çorlu escort the license plate lying in the shadows of one of the bridge’s trusses.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Britney pulled Phillipa’s car in front of Kyle’s home.

“My mom’s going to kill me,” Kyle muttered, opening the door. He grabbed little sister’s unconscious form, cradling her gently in his arms. He did love her a lot. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Britney, if I still live.”

“You will,” she answered. “Good night.”

“Good night, Britney,” Aaliyah whispered, then followed her husband towards the house.

Britney pulled the car away, glancing over at Phillipa sitting in the passenger seat, her hands tied in front of her and a gag about her lips. For the first time in her life, lust stirred Britney’s cock as she gazed at the fearful, yet excited, witch. Being bound and captured stirred passion in Phillipa. Britney could smell the juices leaking out of her panties and see the lust in her almond-shape eyes.

“You are my prize,” Britney cooed, reaching over to cup her Phillipa’s round face, turning her so she could gaze at her beautiful, hazel eyes. “I will treasure you, once you have been trained properly.”

A shiver passed through Phillipa and Britney could smell the fear and lust oozing off of her. That fanned her ardor more. She would enjoy bending Phillipa to her will.

Britney parked Phillipa’s car in her driveway, got out, and walked around the car to pull the witch out and led her to the front door. She quickly unlocked her doors and ushered the bound, young woman inside her house before anyone saw.

“What is going on?” gasped Franny, Britney’s human mom. “Why are you bringing home a tied up girl, Britney?”

“What is all the ruckus, Franny,” Britney’s Rakshasa mother asked, sauntering in like a graceful lioness from the kitchen, an amused smile playing on her lips.

“Our daughter has brought home a tied-up woman,” huffed Franny. “Look at the poor thing, Abigail, she’s scared.”

“And horny,” laughed Abigail, taking a deep whiff.

“She is my prize,” Britney answered, stroking Phillipa’s cheeks.

“Ahh,” her Rakshasa mother nodded, understanding in her green eyes. All Rakshasas had green eyes. “She is the one, Britney?”

“Yes, Mother,” she answered. “She is beautiful.”

“I will speak with Franny.”

“What is going on, Abigail?” asked Franny

Her mother placed a comforting arm around her mom’s shoulders, leaning in to kiss her on the cheeks. “You know how we work. I took you as my prize, and our daughter has taken this girl as hers.”

“You didn’t tie me up.”

“I would have if you were not so willing,” purred Abigail, then she licked Franny’s cheek. “Come on, I need satisfaction. Let us leave our daughter to her fun.”

“Okay,” Franny meekly answered, and let herself be led upstairs.

Britney’s bedroom was on the first floor. She marched Phillipa through the living room and a short hallway to reach it. Her room was neat and orderly, and she shoved the bound witch onto her bed, then pulled off her dirty top and wiggled out of her pants; her cock rose up hard from her thick, brown bush. Instead of having a clitoris, Britney had a cock, though no balls, and beneath it was a fully functional pussy. Phillipa’s eyes were locked on her dick.

“Do you like it?”

Phillipa shook her head. “You will.” She licked her lips and the bound woman recoiled from her hunger. It made her cock harder.

Britney went to her closet, and pulled out a plain, cardboard box. Phillipa’s fear and desire grew, filling the room with that lovely combination of fragrances, as Britney took out the objects one at a time: a leather flail, a wooden paddle, a carefully coiled hemp rope, nipple clamps, pink-furred handcuffs, a ball gag, a butt plug, a leather collar, iron rings, and piercing needles. Britney savored the scent, aching to stroke her cock and finger her pussy.

Not yet.

“I have been dreaming of the day when I found my prize,” Britney purred. “I would never have thought it would be you, Phillipa. But seeing you shivering in fear awakened something inside me.”

She walked to the witch, removing her gag.

“What are you going to do to me?” shivered Phillipa.

“I’m going to break you and tame you. You are going to submit and be all mine, my love.”

She untied Phillipa’s bounds. The woman tried to run. Britney’s hand shot out and grasped the witch by the shoulder, yanking her back to the bed. Then she ripped Phillipa’s blouse open, the fabric tearing easily beneath Britney’s strength.

“Help,” Phillipa cried. “Someone, help me.”

“No one can hear you,” purred Britney. “Well, my mothers can, but they will not help you.”

Britney admired her round breasts with upswept, pink nipples, hard with excitement. Then she tore the pants off the girl, leaving her naked and trembling on her bed while she fetched the rope. She had always wanted to tie up a woman–she knew her mother tied up her mom all the time–and her hand trembled as she loped complicated ümraniye escort knots around Phillipa’s legs, up her torso, around her breasts, squeezing them together–so pretty–then binding her arms to her side, her hands at the small of her back.

“You are such a gorgeous creature,” Britney purred, stroking her dark hair.

“Please,” moaned Phillipa, her pussy leaking juices, betraying her true desires. “Let me go. I won’t tell.”

“Yes, you will.”

“I’ll curse you,” she hissed. “Hecate–“

Britney slapped Phillipa. “You will not pray to that foul goddess without my permission.”

She drew in her breath, glaring at Britney. So she slapped Phillipa harder, reddening her cheeks. A tear ran down the girl’s eyes.

“Will you submit and be my prize?” Britney asked.

“What does that mean?” Phillipa mumbled.

“I will take you as my mate and love you forever.”

“No way!”

Slap!

The blow wasn’t hard enough to bruise, just to sting with some light pain, reddening her cheeks. Phillipa shuddered, squirming her thighs together.

“You will address me as Mistress until I tell you otherwise, Prize.”

“Bitch!”

Slap!

“I can keep this up all night.”

A sullen glare was Britney’s answer.

“Good.” Britney walked to her BDSM collection and picked up the nipple clamps. “Do you know what these are?” she asked, holding them up and working them open and close.

“No.”

“No, what?” asked Britney

“No…” Britney raised her hand and Phillipa quickly added, “…Mistress.”

“These are nipple clamps,” Britney answered.

Hazel eyes widened. “Oh, no! You’re not going to?”

She gasped as Britney clamped the first one on her right nipple, squeezing the pink nub between the metal teeth. She groaned in pain thick with excitement when the second one clamped her left nipple. Britney smiled, and stroked her cock.

“Do you want me to take them off?”

“Yes,” moaned the girl. “Please. Please, Mistress.”

“Beg me to fuck you,” Britney answered.

“What?”

“Beg for me to stick my hard cock into your pussy,” Britney purred, tugging on a nipple clamp.

“Never!”

“Okay,” Britney smiled, and picked up the ball gag. “Time for bed, I think.”

“You’re not going to take them off, Mistress?” moaned the witch. “They hurt.”

“I know. Pain is a good conditioner.” Britney walked to the bed, the ball gag stretched between her hands. “Just ask me to fuck you, and they come off.”

“No! I’m not going to let some tranny freak fuck me!”

Britney grasped her chin, and pushed the ball gag towards her mouth.

“No, wait,” she begged. “Are you really going to make me sleep like this?”

“Of course.”

“You don’t need to gag me.”

“I cannot have you casting spells while I am sleeping.”

“But…” A shudder ran through her, a soft moan escaping her lips. “How can I ask you to take off my nipple clamps if I’m gagged?”

“You mean, in the middle of the night, you might reconsider and want me to fuck you?”

“Maybe,” she whispered.

“Then you better ask now, otherwise I am going to bed.”

Her lip quivered. “Please, Mistress.”

“Please, what?”

“Fuck me.”

“With my freaky, tranny cock?”

“Yes.”

“I am not a tranny,” Britney hissed, and pushed the ball gag towards her mouth. “I am a hermaphrodite.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” she begged. “Please fuck me with your wonderfully beautiful, hermaphrodite cock.”

Britney manhandled Phillipa onto her stomach and slapped her cute ass. Then Britney mounted her prize.

“You said you’d take them off!” she protested. “Please, Mistress, they hurt.”

“After you have climaxed on my cock and made me orgasm,” Britney promised.

“That’s not–“

Britney spanked her perky ass. “I said I would remove them after you agreed, I did not say when I would remove them. Now if you are going to whine, I will insert the ball gag and you can stay like that all night.”

“I’m sorry.” Britney raised her hand to slap Phillipa’s ass. “Mistress!” she quickly squeaked.

“So you want me to fuck your cunt and, after we have both orgasmed, remove your nipple clamps?”

“Yes, Mistress,” she nodded.

Britney smiled, laying her naked body across Phillipa’s bound form, the hemp rope rough on Britney’s breasts and belly as she pressed her cock between the bound witch’s legs. It was tight between her thighs because of the bonds, and Britney shuddered as she slid between her legs trying to find her pussy.

“Fuck,” she snapped, growing impatient to taste her first pussy.

She grabbed a pillow, lifted Phillipa up, and shoved it beneath her belly. The witch’s pussy was visible peaking between her thighs, covered in a thick, black bush, and damp. Despite all her protests, Phillipa was responding to her helplessness. Britney inhaled deeply, delighting in all the wonderful fragrances that mixed together to form Phillipa’s unique scent of arousal.

Phillipa loved to be hurt and dominated. Britney just needed to convince the witch to embrace her desires.

Britney pressed forward, nudging her pussy lips. It felt so wonderful. She thrust her cock into Phillipa’s pussy. The bound witch let out a low moan. Britney had never experienced something so wonderful before. She had masturbated her cock before, but it paled compared to being wrapped around the tight, hot, and wet flesh of Phillipa’s sheath.

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Sotina was tired, so very tired. It was a bone weary kind of tired that shamed the exhaustion she had known on her home planet. Dukenau IV did that to people, especially to Terrans. The atmosphere had less oxygen, so she was always panting for air. The high G planet also made just moving a chore. She was only five foot three and barely weighed 100 pounds on earth, but here she weighted nearly 175 and her muscles ached by the end of the day. Even her bio-enhanced body felt the strain.

Dukenau IV was just marginally habitable, but it was mineral rich. The majority of the population were transient miners. A few administrators, accountants, and other professionals handled all of the white-collar work of running the planet. They stayed in a self-sustaining complex with artificially induced gravity and air. A cottage industry had sprung up catering to the miners in the few “cities” on the planet. Brothels, bars, and flophouses outnumbered regular buildings, with most of the workers living in prefab hovels.

Sotina was one of the thirty colonial marines on planet. Dukenau was well within the terran sphere, so their duties were more constabulary than defensive. She was the lone woman in the company and Dukenau provided hardships other than just physical for her. Unlike her fellow marines she couldn’t go out on leave and enjoy the limited diversions the main city of Tharp had to offer. On a world like this there were only two kinds of women, those who did it for money and those who were “good” women. The good women category included a few entrepreneurs, the wives and daughters of the administrators and the occasional Sky pilot. “Good” women were never found out in bars and thus any female who was in such environs was assumed to be fair game.

She could of course wear her uniform, but that defeated the purpose of going out, nothing ever happened when a Marine was around. Even the toughest miners had learned in the school of hard knocks to avoid the Marines. Combat trained and bio-enhanced a single Marine was more than enough to keep a city like Tharp in line. In her combat armor and carrying her Mk 7001 assault cannon she was more than a match for the whole population of the planet. Diversion could be had with the members of her company of course, but Sotina avoided that. She had seen too many instances where personal ties to fellow marines had ended up costing both dearly. She had also cultivated something of an Ice queen reputation that discouraged replacements from pressing a suit.

She had been on patrol at the Caravack mines for most of the day and now sat on a bench in the barracks locker room. She was too tired to even begin the complicated process of removing her armor. Corporal Tasker and Private Runyard had already changed into street clothes and left so she had the place to herself.

She was still sitting there when she heard raised voices coming from the duty station. The argument escalated and she was actually beginning to get curious when the door opened and the young Navy Captain stormed in.

“Excuse me Gunny,” he said, looking embarrassed.

“No sweat,” she replied.

“Do you happen to know who’s on right now?”

She depressed the stud in her left gauntlet that unlocked the small repeater housed on her forearm and then punched in a series of codes with her other hand.

“Marks is over at the mines and Dayton is on patrol in Tharp. Why?”

“The planetary governor is out front raising hell.”

“What’s he want?”

“A marine detachment.”

She laughed then. The young officer was staring at her, but then he too broke out in a grin.

“Civilians.”

“Yeah. But this one is at least nominally my superior and he’s being a bigger ass than usual.”

“I’ll deal with him for you,” she said, rising and putting her helmet back on.

“Thanks gunny,” he said.

“No problem,” she replied, her voice now sounding deep and menacing, piped through a distortion matrix for just that effect.

She walked through the doors, into the small adjoining anteroom, where a few desks and a bench were set up to handle visitors and complaints. This was Navy territory, not her problem, but the Captain was a good kid and she didn’t see any reason for him to catch shit if the governor was asking after Marines.

He was a gaunt man, with thin lips. Sotina never really noticed more about him. She just remembered how those lips could go from obsequious smile to sneer depending on whom he was addressing.

“There you are,” he said imperiously, “Call out your men and report to my chambers.”

“Have you declared martial law?” she asked.

“What? No, of course not!”

“Then I don’t take orders from you,” she said, turning on her heels.

“Captain! I order you to have this insubordinate trash thrown in irons!” the gaunt man demanded.

“I don’t have any authority over the Marine detachment here,” he stated flatly.

“You there, come back this instant, I didn’t dismiss you!”

She sighed heavily and turned, walking tuzla escort up to him and grabbing the front of his expensively tailored robes. With little effort she hoisted him up and off the floor.

“Understand this. I don’t care who you were blowing or who you had your old lady putting out for to get where you are. It cuts no ice with me. Your fancy robes, your tokens of office and the rest of the crap. Makes me no never mind. The imperial Marine detachment on this jerkwater planet is my responsibility and I answer to no one other than the Regional military command on Solstice. The only way you give me orders is if you declare a state of emergency. Otherwise, you ask like everyone else who thinks their problem is the empire’s. You got it?”

When he didn’t respond she shook him for emphasis.

“I…Can’t…Hear…YOU!”

“I’m sorry,” he said, almost choking on his pride as he did so.

She lowered him to the floor and stepped back. Hers was an autonomous command, but she didn’t want to push the issue too far. Part of the reason she even had it was because she was judicious in the use of force and more or less careful in exerting her authority. Command would back her one hundred percent on refusing to surrender her authority to a planetary official, but they would bar-b-que her ass for causing problems if his complaint were legit.

“Now, what do you need from His majesty’s forces?” she asked reasonably.

“I need a detachment to provide protection for a very important visitor,” he said, trying to regain his dignity as he straightened his robes.

“If I provided even a man to every person who visits here who thinks they deserve protection I wouldn’t have a command. Planetary bodyguards are the navy’s responsibility.”

“I offered to send some men,” the Captain added.

“And I want marines,” he said, regaining some of his earlier arrogance.

“Want in one hand, shit in the other, see which gets full first.”

“You really are an insufferable man,” the governor said.

“Said the pot to the kettle.”

“I haven’t time for this. Will you, Please, send some men?”

He sounded desperate and while she could see it pained him, that please had seemed sincere.

“When is this VIP arriving?”

“In thirty minutes.”

“Half an hour? You’ve got solid brass balls.”

“Spare me. Will you send some men or not?”

“There are thirty Marines on this planet your lordship,” she said as sarcastically as she could through the transmitter, “twenty are in Tharp, getting high, getting drunk, getting laid, getting into a fight or some combination thereof. Five are stationed on the other side of the planet at Carbon Dale, one’s on duty at the mines, one’s on duty in Tharp, two are AWOL, again, and if I knew where to find those two shit birds I’d already be kicking their asses. And I’m off duty. The next time you plan on asking us to do something for you, I suggest a week’s notice at the least so I can adjust the duty roster.”

“Will you come then?”

“Fuck,” she said and heaved a big sigh.

The best thing to do would be tell him to fuck off. On the other hand, if some corporate big wig got snuffed, it’d be her ass. Never mind that security wasn’t her responsibility. They’d roast her over a slow fire and she knew it.

“Give me a minute to load up,” she said at last.

Sotina walked back into the squad bay and opened the weapons locker. She took down her autocannon and shrugged into the heavy ammo backpack the big gun used. She effortlessly made the connections. She checked her load, full 10,000 rounds, checked her power supply, 89%, checked the auto feed and auto jam clearing mechanism.

She put four high explosive 40mm grenades in her arm launcher, replacing the tear gas crowd control load she usually carried and made her way back to the anteroom.

***

Sotina stood on the raised landing pad within the biosphere and fought back a yawn. The view from the top of the Governor’s palace was impressive, several skyscrapers loomed and the edges of the sphere were tinted blue to close out the bleak landscape outside.

The VIP, a beautiful woman in her early twenties was standing at the foot of the ramp to her ship, while the Governor continued his oratory. She was tall, willowy, with blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She was also leggy and trim. Sotina was more interested in her ship than the VIP though.

It was sleek, black, and boasted dual Roxxoco 850s. She knew those engines, the Marine’s light transport landing ship used them and the power they delivered was far beyond anything a civilian liner would ever need. That little ship could out run all but the fastest interceptors.

Or it could fight. She recognized the apertures in the nose and wings. They were covered to give it the appearance of an unarmed transport. She had the hunch though, that it was armed to the teeth and she hadn’t failed to notice the small clear dome on the dorsal pendik escort fin either. Shield generator or she was a doggie.

The governor seemed to like to hear the sound of his own voice and the girl was beginning to show signs of loosing her patience. The security folks were fidgeting and pacing. Sotina noticed a shuttle moving across the sky and was watching it when it suddenly skewed towards the pad. No one else seemed to notice, but as she watched she realized it was coming in dead on and would crash full broadside into the sleek black ship.

She was moving before she knew it, grabbing the governor by the back of his robe, she literally threw him back towards the blast sealed entrance to the palace. The girl only had a moment to protest, before Sotina flung her like a rag doll over her shoulder and bolted for the safety of a low, armored retaining wall. None of the other security had even reacted when the small shuttle plowed headlong into the transport.

Metal screamed, deformed and snapped. Sparks flew as both the shuttle and the transport scraped along the concrete of the pad. The transport’s delicate landing gear gave and the body crashed to the tarmac. Sotina was thrown to the deck as the huge support struts on the pad buckled. As suddenly as it had started the sound stopped. An eerie quiet settled and the marine stood to survey the damage.

The shuttle had cut the transport in half and as she watched the bow door cycled open and twenty armed men rushed out.

The girl was on her stomach behind Sotina and just starting to rise. Sotina touched the stud in her gauntlet that started the small motor rotating the six barrels of her auto cannon. She then sent 200 rounds into the mob of men with a carefully controlled burst. The cannon’s ripping scream eclipsing the bark and pop of their assorted weapons.

She glanced to the blast door, but the governor was closing it as she watched, saving his hide while leaving her ass hanging out to dry. The imperial marine staggered back as a blast from a 20mm auto shotgun caught her full in the chest. The ceramite armor of her breastplate was barely scratched, but her tits felt like someone had been swinging from them like Tarzan.

She reached back with her left arm, caught a handful of the girl’s full skirts and gown bodice and propelled her over the retaining wall with a shove. Sotina ripped off another burst, causing men to hit the deck before diving over the low wall herself.

She popped up immediately and fired another controlled burst, this one on the shuttle’s command pod. The armored wall was meant to keep ships from skewing off the pad and could take most small arms, but if that shuttle had mass drivers, the wall would offer little protection.

Super dense 12mm shells riddled the safety screen and killed both the pilot and co pilot. She ducked as a hail of slugs ricocheted off the wall and her armor. Sotina quickly checked her cannon’s magazine. Over 8000 rounds left. The big cannon was queen of the battlefield, but with a cyclic rate of over 1000 rounds per minute, you had to be careful. Only rookies sprayed away and they often found themselves lugging close to two hundred pounds of useless weight when they did.

Sotina was no rookie. Her controlled bursts put the rain of slugs where they did the most good and she rarely sent more than were needed to do a job. She was also no one’s fool and had hit the small panic signal well before the shuttle crashed.

“Gunny?” a voice echoed in her helmet.

“Marks? Get the python airborne and get over to the governor’s palace, Now.”

“Roger.”

“How many you got there?” she asked, while raising a small periscope from her shoulder accessory pack and adjusting the optics.

“I got three, two with impact rifles, and Jacko on the other assault cannon.”

“Roger.”

Through the periscope she could see there were at least half a dozen still up. They had dispatched any remaining security people and were now approaching her position. Two had auto shotguns, deadly as all hell to unarmored VIP’s, but not worth a damn against her combat armor, but two held disposable rocket launchers and those were.

The girl at her feet groaned, alerting them to her exact position and one of the men with a rocket launcher reacted by training his weapon on the sound. It was the last mistake he ever made as Sotina popped up and turned him into a pale, pink mist with three hundred rounds. From her left arm launcher she fired off a 40mm grenade in the general direction of the other rocket man.

Not fast enough, as she heard the rustling whoosh of a hot bird in flight and hit the deck, using her body to shield the girl. Her shot must have had some effect, though, because the rocket passed over her, and crashed into the apartment building across the way. Glass, steel, furniture and bodies were blasted out to fall the thousands of feet to the deck and she cursed silently as she popped back maltepe escort up and dispatched the missile man as he tried to reload.

The remaining assailants chose this moment to charge and she smiled grimly. Depressing the stud, she swept back and forth across them with the cannon’s roar in her ears. When she let up, the ripping roar echoed away and the only sounds were the quiet electric hum of the barrels spinning and the crackling and popping of small fires in the wreck.

“Gunny to Viper.”

“Stand by one.”

“Abort on the biosphere, do you copy?”

“Roger One.”

“Marks, get your ass over to the spaceport. I want the asshole who cleared that shuttle for an over flight and I want him alive. Got it?”

“Already on our way, gunny.”

She helped the girl to her feet.

Her stockings were full of runs and her shins were both bleeding where her legs had hit the wall. Her dress was torn in several places, and she was sporting a nice knot on her head. Her eyes were huge and she turned to vomit as she saw the carnage and corpses.

Sotina escorted her to the hatch and kept a careful eye on things as the door cycled open. When the body of one of the assailants twitched she popped off another grenade without a thought, blowing him to atoms.

The Governor was there and fawning over the girl as Sotina cycled the hatch closed.

“Thank goodness you’re all right,” he was saying.

“No thanks to you,” the girl said in a tremulous voice.

He blanched, but kept the smile pasted to his face.

“Thank you,” she said in a softer voice, turning to Sotina.

“Just doing my job.”

“You do it quite well. Now, show me to my rooms, I feel faint.”

Sotina watched as the Governor lead her off towards the inner part of the palace.

Scared? Yes. Sickened? Yes. Unsure of herself? Maybe. But faint? The hard-bitten marine didn’t buy that for one second.

***

“Gunny?”

“Yeah?”

“There’s someone to see you in your office,” Hotchkiss said.

“Who is it?”

“I don’t know, but he’s got a lot of clout.”

“Yeah, yeah, him and everyone else. All right, I’ll be there in five.”

“Roger.”

Sotina made her way up the nearly deserted street towards the detachment HQ. As she neared she saw a civilian land cruiser parked out front. Two security guys stood guard, in heavy combat armor. She slowed her pace and wondered what this might mean.

As she entered, Hotchkiss pointed towards her office and she nodded. Walking in, she found a tall man examining her decorations on the wall. He was an older gent, with hair going gray at the temples. His suit spoke of money, a lot more than she would make in her whole lifetime if she read it for what it was, a Gus Pinkerton original.

“Ah, Gunnery Sergeant Bronlee, I presume?”

She nodded and took his proffered hand. Even in her armor, she could tell his grip was firm and his arm strong.

“I’m Max Catchum, CEO of Adlewiess mining.”

“Nice to meet you,” she said.

“And you. I suppose you know it’s my daughter you saved three weeks ago in the terrorist attack?”

“No sir, I didn’t.”

“Well, I know. I’ve come to give you my thanks and to offer you a job.”

“Sir, I’m an Imperial Marine…”

“Yes, I’m well aware of it. I took the liberty of purchasing your service contract with the Authority.”

“Sir?” she asked in confusion.

“You didn’t know your contract had a buy out clause? Not surprising, few do. It’s basically a little golden parachute for the very rich. An easy way to get your citizenship legally. You sign up, go through basic training and then give the authority a handsome fee and you get your contract. Since you are now owner, the only one you owe service to is yourself. After five years, you just remark that your service was acceptable and send it in to be processed with a half million similar documents each year.”

“That’s interesting, but I’ve served my five years. This is my eighth hitch.”

“I know, but you’re bound by an NCO clause. You can’t get out until you complete your contract, in this case, another twenty-two and one quarter standard years.”

“Yes sir,” she replied.

“I was hoping you would be a little put out by garrison duty. Usually a forty-year term includes up to thirty-five in stasis on jumps between combat assignments. So you’re still young when you get out. On a garrison world, you’ll be much closer to the real age your contract implies.”

“I’m not thrilled with it, no.”

“Good. Then we can talk business.”

“What would I be doing?”

“Guarding my daughter’s life.”

“Sir, I’m going to be honest. I’m not a bodyguard, I’m a combat marine. I’m not trained to save lives; I’m trained to kill, without compunction. You should get someone from the field protection service. They undergo the best training in the inner core.”

He studied her critically for a long time, but his face was neutral and his eyes gave away nothing.

“I wish you would remove your helmet, I’m not used to conducting interviews where I can’t see who I’m talking to.”

She shrugged, reached up and disconnected the rebreather and battery pack, then placed her hand on top of the helmet and ducked her head, letting it fall off into her open palm. She placed it on her desk and shook out her long black hair.

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This is the first of many chapters that follow the main character Magnus, a powerful wizard in the making. The story will focus on characters, world-building, and plot, but it will also contain plenty of explicit content, especially at the start.

To all of my new readers: This is a high fantasy story that features sexual themes of Light Femdom, Foot Fetish, Chastity, Oral Sex, and such. The Femdom is sexual-only in its nature as the main character is far from being submissive. The sexual domination will taper off towards the end of the series.

To all of my old readers: This is a repost. I have corrected the grammar errors that plagued my early chapters to the best of my ability. I have also joined the chapters that belong to the same episode in the story, so the new series will contain four chapters only. In addition, there is some new content here and there, some scenes were added, some were extended, some were reduced, and many things are now better nuanced between the characters. It is definitely not the exact same read.

As always, I welcome ALL feedback!

Chapter 1.

Magnus put the last piece of his clothing in the bag and closed it with a barely audible sigh. No more reasons to delay. No more excuses to prolong the moment. It was time. He took one last look at what used to be his room, the place where he slept his whole life – all nineteen years of it. Change is hard, Magnus. That is what his father used to say.

“It is hard, but this time it is also necessary…” Magnus thought, shouldering his bag and going out the door. His mother and father were out in the field, working it. He would have been there as well if things turned out differently. But there was no point dwelling on things he couldn’t change.

He crossed the field, wishing to say goodbye to his parents. This was the most difficult part. Well, second most difficult. Saying goodbye to Lina would be even harder.

“Mother, father… it is time for me to go.”

“So, you are sticking to your decision then… All right, son. It is your decision to make. I wish you good luck, and I want you to know you can always return home,” John said with affection and solemnity in his voice.

“Oh, Magnus… Why do you have to go… Stay with us, son, we will find a way to make it work… please,” Miriam said with tears in her eyes. Magnus could barely contain his own tears. He had to be strong for all of their sakes.

“I will come back, one day. I will not forget you. I love you both,” Magnus said, his voice trembling.

“Oh, my beautiful son… We love you so much. Oh gods, I will wait for the day you come back to us…” Miriam said, crying now. John just nodded, but his eyes were glistening as well.

“Where is Lina?” Magnus asked after a moment of solemn silence.

“She is at the edge of the forest, gathering mushrooms,” his father replied.

Magnus turned to go. Delaying it any longer would be torture. After making several steps he turned around to wave at his parents who were watching him go, holding each other in an embrace. Magnus hurried his steps with a wrenching feeling in his gut. One last goodbye before his new life began. A little while later, he saw his sister picking mushrooms beneath a tree. He smiled. He loved his little sister so much. He knew this would be so hard on her. They had always been close. Lina smiled when she saw him coming her way.

“Did you come to help me pick mushrooms? What took you so long?” Lina said and smacked his arm.

“Ouch!” Magnus said, rubbing his arm in an exaggerated way, but smiling all along. Then, as he looked at his sister’s eyes, his complexion turned sad and serious.

“Lina… I have talked to you about this before… It is time for me to go…”

Lina’s smile vanished instantly, replaced with fear and anxiety.

“No! I don’t want to hear about it! You are not going anywhere!”

“I am so sorry pumpkin, I wish I could stay, but I can’t…”

“No, you are making this up! You just want to go and leave us… to leave ME…” she said with a sad face that would melt stone.

“Don’t say such things Lina… you know I love you more than anything… I HAVE to go…”

“Then take me with you!”

“Yeah, right… I can barely take care of myself. It is going to be hard for me… especially if he doesn’t accept me… Either way, where I am going there is no place for a thirteen-year-old girl. Not to mention it would completely destroy Mother and Father. No Lina… I have to go, and you have to stay, my pumpkin…”

“That is not fair!” Lina said, bursting into tears.

“I know it’s not…I know…” Magnus said, embracing her.

“Will I see you again…?” Lina asked when she found her voice.

“It might take a long time, pumpkin, but I promise you, we will see each other again,” Magnus said, finding the strength to smile at his sister. “Now, this will be hard on them, so I need you maltepe escort to be strong and comfort them, help them,” Magnus said, wiping the tears from her face. Lina nodded sadly and then hugged him hard. He bent to kiss the top of her head and then slowly and gently eased himself out of her embrace.

“Don’t forget what I said, pumpkin. I will be back one day. Until then, take care of our family, be strong for them,” Magnus said and then turned to go, offering one last encouraging smile to his little sister. Lina watched her brother go into the big wide world, tears streaming down her pretty face.

***

“Soon I will have to find a place to camp,” Magnus thought as the world around him was slowly being drained of light. He had been walking the whole day and he was beginning to feel it in his muscles. He could probably continue walking, but traveling during the night would be quite reckless, and he would be exhausted long before reaching his destination. No, he had to camp for the night. He soon found a suitable spot and he began gathering firewood. Sometime later, he was sitting in front of the fire and eating his modest meal. He glanced at his bag.

“All my worldly possessions can fit in one bag,” Magnus thought with a chuckle.

“A change of clothes, some rations, several coppers, and a knife…If anything, I am probably safe from bandits… Hell, they would even take pity on me and leave me some coppers, maybe even a full silver coin,” Magnus mused with a smile. “The fire should be enough against natural nightly predators, so I don’t think I am in any real danger here…”

When he finished eating, he stretched out on the ground. The ground was much harder than his bed. It was not his first time to sleep on the ground, though. He wasn’t some pampered nobleman, complaining about the lack of comfort. The farm life he had led so far certainly wasn’t easy and comfortable. Putting his hands under his head, Magnus closed his eyes and went deep into his thoughts.

“Tomorrow evening I should reach Fairfield… Maybe I will even have time to find Brennus… Otherwise, I will just sleep in an inn, and try to find him the following day. I just hope he accepts me as his apprentice… Either way, he is the only wizard I have ever heard of, and I don’t know what to do if he doesn’t accept me… Maybe just find some work so I don’t starve and see what happens next? Yeah… how did I even get here…” Magnus asked himself, even though he already knew the answer.

“Magic… such a strange, rare thing… so why me? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of anyone having magical abilities, nor has anyone I know ever talked about people who could do magic… Wizard Brennus is the only exception…” Magnus thought, as his mind wandered off to that moment of his life when he realized things would never be the same again.

He was barely 18 then, and he was lying in his bed and fantasizing about the miller’s daughter, a pretty plump girl, a little older than him, and Magnus would have loved to squeeze her big breasts and… and then it came… Magnus had felt a funny sensation in his eyes and just like that, the table next to his bed went on fire! He couldn’t believe it. There had been no candle on that table, there had been nothing there that could have set it off. He quickly rose and dabbed at the fire with his blanket. Even if it wasn’t a big fire, it was hard to put down… it didn’t feel natural. In the end, he had to quench it with a jug of water. He was so restless that night…

The following days he managed to put it all out of his mind, but a couple of months later, another incident happened. He was in the kitchen, thinking about Mrs. Adams, a widow who owned a farm several miles east of their own. She had a son and two adult daughters, and the daughters were fine-looking, but it was Mrs. Adams who always drew his eyes. She was a curvy woman, and she always provoked him in some seductive way when he was around. She would either lean forward, so he could see into her bosom, or she would bend over as if picking something from the floor and thus show him her rump in all its curvy glory. Damn, he would have loved to bury his face in that round piece of heaven, he would… and then it happened again! Two clay pots that hung in the kitchen simply exploded, showering him with debris and injuring his arms in a few places. It was a wonder he hadn’t been injured any worse than that. That was when he finally realized he wasn’t just an ordinary farm boy. No, there was something else in him, and he was clearly a danger to himself, but more than that, he was a danger to his family. Next time maybe he would injure his parents or his sister… Hell, these things tended to happen when he was aroused, so what would happen when he actually lay with a woman? He could burn the whole house down! No… This was the only decision he could have made. He was an adult now, he had to go and manavgat escort try to learn about his ability… his curse, and hopefully learn to control it somehow.

His parents knew the truth, and understood the need, even if they were devastated to see him go. So now, all his hopes resided on the wizard who had often been seen in Fairfield, and who would hopefully be willing to take him as his apprentice… and teach him.

Worrying as those thoughts were, his body was too tired for him to stay awake for long. Soon enough he drifted into sleep, while the fire kept going for quite some time, before slowly dwindling to embers. When Magnus woke up in the morning, the embers were already cold. He stretched his limbs, ate his modest meal, and then continued his journey. Here and there, he passed other travelers, some on a horse, some with horses pulling their carts that contained their product, and the closer he got to Fairfield, the more people he encountered. In the afternoon, he could already see the smoke from chimneys, and just before evening came, he finally stepped into the town itself.

Fairfield was a sizeable town. Its importance came from the fact that the town was located on major merchant routes. Food, grain, and other farming products, but also iron and copper, important ores for the kingdom, passed through the town in considerable amounts. That fact brought a large portion of trade to the town, so the town grew, its economy completely oriented around trade and the needs of merchants. The town was run by its mayor and a small council. The mayor was appointed by the king, and the council was elected among influential citizens, but merchants were the true masters of the town.

Magnus watched the vast number of houses, and the river of people that crawled on its streets. It was his first time in a town of this size. Before Fairfield, the largest town he visited was Brook’s Creek, and it was a town in name only, it was actually just a large village. With a hint of apprehension, he joined the stream of people walking its streets. He needed to find Brennus or an inn before nightfall. Feeling cautious, he asked around for an inn and soon he was directed towards the largest inn in the town – The King’s Pride. There were other inns, closer than King’s Pride, but he figured he was going to get the best information in the most important inn in the town.

The night was already falling when Magnus entered The King’s Pride. The smell of roast and baked bread hit his nostrils and his ears were immediately assaulted by the cacophony of voices. The inn was big, very big. There were a lot of tables filled with people, mostly men, but there were women too, and all wearing decent clothes. This was obviously a respectable place. Feeling out of place, Magnus walked to the bar.

“Um, hi. I would like to rent a room, please.”

The innkeeper eyed him up and down with a dismissive look.

“Can you afford a room, boy?”

“I… think so. How much is it?”

“A room and a meal will cost you one silver piece.”

“Huh, that much?” Magnus replied, his hopes going down.

“This is the best inn in the town, lad. You might want to search for some cheaper inns at the rim of the town…”

“It is night already… Do you have anything cheaper to offer to spend the night? I am not picky.”

“Well, for a few coppers you can sleep in the corner of the common room, but you will be sleeping on the floor, not on a cot,” the innkeeper replied apologetically.

“That is not a problem. Thank you.”

Magnus looked around the inn once again. It was hard to spot anything among so many people.

“Sir, do you by any chance know wizard Brennus? Is he in town, perhaps?”

“What business do you have with him, lad?” the innkeeper replied doubtfully.

“I need to ask him about becoming his apprentice,” Magnus replied, trying to look confident.

The innkeeper raised an eyebrow, and then, trying to hide his smile, replied.

“You are in luck, boy. That is him right there,” the innkeeper said, pointing. “The man in the blue vest.”

“Some luck finally!” Magnus thought and went to the table the innkeeper pointed to, suddenly aware of the attention he was attracting.

“Good evening, Sir. Are you Wizard Brennus?”

“I was, the last time I checked, lad,” the man replied. He was dark-haired with streaks of grey, and had an elongated nose and a sizeable beard. His intelligent eyes studied Magnus with amusement.

“Great! My name is Magnus, and I want to become your apprentice,” Magnus said matter of fact.

The statement provoked several chuckles from the nearby tables, and Magnus soon realized he was becoming the center of attention.

“Is that so, lad…” the wizard replied, an amused smile appearing on his face.

“Yes. I believe I have magical ability, or however it is called, and I would like you to teach me to use it, to control şişli escort it.”

“I see. You are obviously prepared to pay for this, lad? The apprenticeship for a skilled wizard is no small thing.”

“Eh, of course, I am prepared to pay, to work for it…” Magnus replied, insecurity seeping into his voice. He noticed the inn had gone mostly quiet, and so many eyes observed the scene, obviously expecting entertainment.

“Really? So you can afford to pay me five hundred gold pieces for a three-year apprenticeship?” The wizard asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Five hundred gold pieces!?” Magnus said with disbelief. “No, I don’t have that much money…” Magnus replied, his shoulders slumping down in defeat.

“How much do you have?”

“Seven coppers…” Magnus replied in a quiet voice.

“How much?”

“Seven coppers,” Magnus replied with more force this time. He realized he was being the butt of a joke.

Laughter erupted all over the inn. The wizard just chuckled good-naturedly.

“So I am supposed to just give up on 499 gold, 99 silver, and 93 copper pieces?” Brennus replied when the laughter settled down a bit.

“Well, I can work…” Magnus replied, prompting another bout of laughter.

“That is most commendable, lad,” the wizard replied when he finally found his breath.

“Tell you what, why don’t you find work and start saving, and we can meet again in this inn in say… a thousand years?” Brennus said with a chuckle, provoking a third eruption of laughter.

Magnus went crimson with shame and anger. There was no need to laugh at his misfortune. He threw a challenging look all around himself.

“I am sorry lad, really, but being an apprentice to a skilled wizard is a very expensive thing. The knowledge is rare and tough to master, and it takes so much time to teach it and much more to learn it. You should probably turn to something else. You look like a strong and able lad, after all,” the wizard said with a hint of remorse. He had a good laugh, but he clearly didn’t want to rub it in. Magnus nodded and walked away, flustered and defeated. He went to the bar and ordered a beer from the innkeeper.

“Here you go, lad. On the house,” the innkeeper replied with some remorse. Magnus took a swig of the beer and then put his head in his hands.

“The lady over there would like you to join her table,” the waitress said, poking Magnus on the shoulder. Magnus turned his head to look at the pretty waitress. She must have witnessed the scene. Her eyes were full of amusement.

“Why? Am I to amuse the crowd some more?”

The waitress just shrugged.

“I think she really wants to talk to you, but what do I know.”

Magnus sighed.

“All right, then.”

Magnus walked to the table the waitress pointed out. There was just one person occupying that table. Magnus saw a beautiful woman, in her early twenties by his estimate, with long, wavy, dark red hair, and blue eyes, dressed in expensive clothes. He anticipated this might be about making fun of him, so he had an angry attitude walking over, but he felt the anger dissipate as he stared at the beauty in front of him.

“Um, ma’am you asked for me?” Magnus said, his voice brimming with uncertainty.

“Yes, please sit, my boy.”

Magnus sat down with unease. He felt somehow trapped, as he couldn’t fathom why would such an obviously beautiful and classy lady want something to do with a farm boy.

“You are probably wondering why I invited you to my table,” she said after a brief pause.

“Eh, yes…”

“First let’s get some food and drinks, so we can talk comfortably,” the lady said, waving at the waitress.

Several minutes later Magnus was eating roast with an appetite and drinking wine. The lady just sipped at her wine.

“Now, I guess introductions are in order. My name is Fiona,” she said with a disarming smile.

“I am Magnus,” Magnus replied putting down the food. It was impolite to talk with your mouth full, especially to a lady.

“Magnus. Such a nice name,” she said with a hint of mischief. There was something in that smile that made Magnus blush right away. Fiona chuckled at his reaction.

“Anyway, Magnus. I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation with Brennus.”

Magnus made a sour face, making her chuckle once again.

“Oh, I didn’t find it that funny, my boy. I thought you asked a reasonable question there.”

“You did? So he made up that talk about the cost of his teachings?” Magnus said feeling the blood rise in him.

“Oh no, Magnus. The price he told you is perfectly reasonable, I am afraid. He was teasing you, but he said the truth. The apprenticeship to a wizard or a sorceress is very expensive.”

“Oh…” Magnus said, deflating once again.

“But you shouldn’t lose hope, Magnus,” she said with a smile and waved her hand. His glass was lifted slowly towards his hand. He grabbed it instinctively, but kept watching at the glass and Fiona with awe.

“You… You are a sorceress?”

“Yes, I am.” She said, smiling and looking him in the eyes. Magnus felt almost hypnotized.

“Eh, so… would you be willing to take me as an apprentice? I mean I have no money… I am willing to work hard for it, but I can’t even dream of my work being worth even a small portion of that sum…”

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Sam Sails and Margo Lane two of Gazette’s reporters came up to Zarcoff and asked to talk to him.

He smiled at them and asked “What’s on your mind guys?”

Sam said, “Boss we have this lead on a story. A woman by the name of Sally Evendorf said she was kidnapped by Aliens and impregnated by them.”

“Oh no, not another of those an Alien made me pregnant stories,” Zarcoff groaned. “My Dad hated those types of stories and so do I. He did not want the “Xellidon Gazette” turned into one of those Si-Fi rags. This is supposed to be a real newspaper. I’ll bet you this Evendorf person probably got herself pregnant by someone other than her husband or boyfriend and is trying to cover-up. Please don’t tell Fannie about this because she will be off and running on a wild goose chase.”

Both Sam and Margo answered in unison, Ok Boss.”

Zarcoff returned to his computer, he had some work to do before he could leave for his regular weekly swim session with Mary. They had started these swim sessions a few months after his father died. It was a kind of bonding time for them. Mary seemed to be happy just watching him swim and he just loved seeing her in her bathing suit.

At his desk, he began to think, “Boy these swimming sessions are boring, but seeing Mary in that swimsuit of hers was worth the boredom.” Then his mind switched to his weekend with Fannie, “What a fuck she was, I can’t believe that we did all those things.” Then he started thinking of again Mary, “I can’t believe that Mary taught her to do all of that. If the student is capable of all doing all those things, just think what the teacher is capable of doing. Boy I would love to do that with Mary, what a body she has. She is made for fucking.” Then he looked at the clock and thought, “Oh, time to go.” He then got up and left for home.

Since Mary and Zarcoff were scheduled to go the pool, Fannie was out with her girlfriends and would be gone the entire day. As planned, Mary met Zarcoff in the living room dressed in her swimming suit. She said, “I see you’re ready to go Zarcoff.” Then she asked, “How was work?”

“You said ten on the dot and it’s ten on the dot, replied her Step-son. “As far as work goes two of the reporters got a hold of some dumb story about an Alien abduction and some woman getting pregnant by the Aliens. I told them to drop it and not to tell Fannie. She would be spending weeks wasting her time trying to find the human interest angle on the story.”

“Speaking of Fannie I would like to talk to you before we go, if you don’t mind” Mary said.

A look of dread come over Zarcoff’s face and he thought, “Oh no, she’s going to be after me about fucking Fannie. I don’t understand, Fannie said that her Mother was ok with it.” Then a smile appeared on his face as he reflected, “I really did enjoy fucking Fannie and taking her cherry.” Then he looked at his Stepmother and said to himself, “I would really love to get into that too. Dad said she was the greatest fuck he ever had.”

Looking at Zarcoff Mary thought she saw his eyes flash bright green just for a second. “Hmm,” she said to herself, “I must have been mistaken.” Out loud, she said, “I understand that you and Fannie had a great time while I was gone.”

Zarcoff turned bright red and started to speak, but was interrupted by Mary. “Honey, it’s ok, I knew it was going to happen sooner or later and I’m glad that you both had a chance to enjoy each other.”

Zarcoff just stared at this Stepmother. “If everything is ok then I wonder where this is leading,” he said to himself.

“Fannie şişli escort told me,” Mary went on, “that it was your first time too?”

Zarcoff mumbled, “Yes it was.”

Mary’s voice softened, she reached over caressed his cheek and murmured, “How would you like to have someone to fuck with a little more experience?”

Zarcoff’s mouth dropped opened, did he just hear what his Father called the greatest fuck in the world propositioned him. He could not believe his ears and he just stood there.

Mary dropped down, reached into Zarcoff’s trunks, grabbed his now raging hard-on, and began to caress it while looking into his eyes. She whispered, “Fannie told me you like this,” and the she put his cock into her mouth and began suck.

Zarcoff’s only experience with a blowjob was when Fannie did it. But this was out of this world. What Mary could do with her tongue was beyond belief. She would wrap her mouth around his cock and suck on the way out and then using her teeth nip a little on the tip. Then she would use her tongue to tickle him just under the tip. He was in heaven soon he was pumping cum into her mouth by the gallon and Mary never wasted a drop.

Mary looked up and saw Zarcoff’s eyes briefly glow bright green again and then return to their normal color. “Couldn’t have been,” she said to her self. Out loud, she asked “Young man I think we should go down to the basement and enjoy what awaits there. What do you think?”

Zarcoff just nodded his head.

When they got down at the bottom of the stairs, they both stripped. When they were completely naked, Mary turned and looked at Zarcoff saying, “I need you to do something for me. I know this may seem strange, but I need you to chain me, as you did Fannie. However, I then need you to get the whip from the cabinet, use it on me, and then fuck me with in the ass all your might. Can you do that for me?” Mary asked.

An evil grin appeared on Zarcoff’s face, his eye flashed bright green, and he answered “Anything for my Mother.”

Once Mary was hung, Zarcoff stood behind her and took a real look at his Stepmother. His eyes traveled up her back from her tight ass, to her waist, and to her shoulders. A strange sense of power came over him radiating from deep within beyond anything he ever felt before. As he stood there staring at Mary’s bare back, he could feel this power covering his body like a hot blanket. Had felt a glimpse it earlier when he was fucking Fannie, but now it was becoming so strong that he began to tremble. Then the realization came to him regarding Mary, “There she is, mine for the taking and I’m going to enjoy every inch of her.” Instinctively he knew what to do to make her his possession. Her body was like an open book. He knew where to strike with the whip and more, so much more. He eyes turned a brilliant green as he raised the whip. He brought it down on Mary’s back as hard as he could. “If this bitch wants be he whipped then she is going to be whipped,” he snarled under his breath.

With the first strike of the whip, Mary screamed and her body arched forward. Zarcoff could see her ass tighten and her tits bounce.

“Zarcoff that hurt,” she cried, “please not so hard, I like a little pain, but not to the point where my back is bleeding.” She turned and could see that Zarcoff’s eyes were blazing green.

“What you don’t understand my dear Step-Mother, is that you are now mine to do with as I wish,” Zarcoff growled.

When the second blow hit her, tuzla escort Mary screamed and then realized this was for real. Zarcoff was not holding anything back. This was real pain and her body was reacting to the pain with a sexually simulation that she had never felt before. With each blow of the whip, Mary would experience a mini orgasm and her juices would squirt out of her cunt. Soon her legs were drenched in her cum and there was a puddle forming on the floor.

Zarcoff watched his Stepmother with interest. Every time he hit her with the whip, her body would jerk causing her breasts to bounce, her ass to tighten and her juices to squirt from her cunt. The harder he hit her the more she would jerk and the more excited he would become. Then the need for sexual release became so great that he could not stand it. He walked behind her, placed the tip of his hard cock at the entrance of her anal canal and rammed his hard prick into her ass all the way to the hilt. Then he pulled it out and rammed it into ass again. He started a rhythm with each trust, he would lean forward and would either pinch her nipples giving them a hard twist; or he would pinch her throbbing clitoris. These actions would send a shivers up and down Mary’s body.

Mary began to feel something totally unreal, parts of Zarcoff’s dick seemed to search out the nerve endings in her ass and send little shocks of pleasure that went right to her cunt. Mary automatically reacted to each withdrawal by squeezing as hard as she could on Zarcoff’s prick and then releasing it so he could enter her again. Soon Zarcoff was pounding her with all his might, looking for the release that finally came in a flood. When he withdrew form her ass, he watched his cum gush out of her. When Zarcoff unchained Mary, she almost fell to the floor.

Once she staggered to her feet, Zarcoff went up to her and grabbed her ass asking, “Are you ready for the next event?”

She looked at him and saw his eyes were blazing green. This was not her Stepson. This was something alien to her. Somehow, Zarcoff could read her mind and body. What he had done to her with the whip was totally unexpected. He had touched something deep within her and what ever that was turned her from his Stepmother to his submissive. A cold feeling dread came over her; she was no longer in charge and she would do anything he wished. With a trembling voice, she finally said, “And what do you have in mind?”

“Get on your hands and knees” he ordered.

As soon as she was down on her elbows and knees, he entered her cunt from behind and began to slowly move his cock in and out of her. Mary rose up on her hands and knees. Again, she got the sensation of Zarcoff’s dick sending pulses of pure pleasure to the nerve endings in her cunt. This caused her to enter and then become lost in an orgasmic cloud. Her mind began to question, “How was he doing this?” All she knew was that this was the first time that anyone could keep up with her. Zarcoff just kept fucking her, driving her from one orgasm to another. Finally this time when he spasm inside of her and she felt his dick go limp she and sadly thought. “I guess were done.”

Zarcoff got to his feet asked Mary, “Ready for the next course?” The he ordered, “Go over to the cabinet and bend over. Brace yourself for the ride of your life.”

Mary staggered up and over to the cabinet and bent over it. Zarcoff with his eyes burning bright green walked up behind Mary, and drove his hard prick all the way in reaching pendik escort the back wall of her cavity. Mary just groaned, “It can’t be he has gotten bigger that anything I have ever felt in my life. Then she returned to her orgasmic cloud, her cunt just spewing our juices at a rate she never experienced before.

All of a sudden, Zarcoff pulled all the way out of her and said contemptuously, “I want to look into your eyes when I fuck you Mother dear.”

He dragged Mary off the cabinet pushed her down on the floor and climbed between her legs. His dick went right into her cunt. Then he began to slowly move his hips driving his prick deep within her.

“You will not cum until I let you, do you understand.” He commanded.

Mary looked up and all she could see were his bright green eyes that seemed to pierce her very soul. Those eyes were reaching into her and destroying her very willpower. She was now totally under Zarcoff’s control all she could do was nod her head. Her body was screaming for release, but none was in sight. The pressure was building to the point that Mary thought she would explode. He body began to shiver and shake begging for that release.

Finally, Zarcoff ordered, “Cum Mother dear like you have never cum before.”

Mary’s body acted on cue and fluid gushed out of her in huge waves. Mary screamed as the last bit of whatever control she had left her mind. Her body exploded in the most earth shattering orgasm she ever felt and then she passed out.

Mary came too and struggled to her feet completely drained. Zarcoff looked at her smiling and then said “Too much for you huh.” Then turned and he went upstairs.

Mary just stood there trying to regain what little strength she had left; and, after a short time, she too staggered up stairs. She really needed a shower. When she got in and started the water, her thoughts turned to Zarcoff. She began to remember how it felt to be fucked by him and without realizing it, she began to masturbate. When she opened her eyes she there was Zarcoff watching her.

Zarcoff had heard the water running and went in. When he saw her, smiled, “Bend over,” he ordered.

She did as she was told.

Zarcoff put the tip his hard prick just inside of Mary still moist cunt and said “Squeeze.”

She stood like that for a long time just using her cunt lips to squeeze the tip of Zarcoff prick. It gave her the strangest sensation. Her body craved for him to shove his hard dick all the way into her, but he just stood there not moving, while she kept squeezing the tip of his prick. She was in agony with the need to be fucked again.

Finally, he slowly entered her and then commanded, “Fuck me without moving.”

Mary groaned out loud and began to squeeze the muscles in her thighs and cunt around Zarcoff’s throbbing cock. Soon Zarcoff was cumming inside of her. As she felt his release, she began to cum with him. Once finished, Zarcoff left her without a word.

The next morning, fearful of what Zarcoff had turned her into, Mary decided moved out. After telling Fannie of her plans, Mary met with Zarcoff and with a quivering voice said “Honey, I need to leave. What we had was beautiful, but it is now time for you and Fannie.”

Zarcoff could feel her fear and knew that somehow he owned her. All he had to do was order her to stay or do what ever else he wanted and she would obey. What ever this control was, in the brightness of day, he did not like it. He wanted the old Mary back, the sexy fun loving woman that he dreamed of fucking, not this person standing in front of him.

Zarcoff put his arms around Mary and said “It’s ok.” Then for some unknown reason he told her, “You will move next store and when I call you will come to me.”

Mary’s body stiffened in his arms. “Yes, I will come anytime you want me,” she whispered into his ear. Then she walked out the door.

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The King stood, the stadium became silent, “bring out the prisoners.” At the same time, the guards were bringing out the prisoners. The Queen walked up and stood next to the King.

The guards brought out the prisoners, and they were linked together with chains and ankle cuffs. They have lined them up behind the dead bodies. The prisoners saw their leader’s bodies that lay on the ground. They now knew their faith.

The King signaled another guard, and he opened a door at the side of the ring. Out came the six mates of Tim’s; each had two guards behind her. They walked to the line of prisoners, stepped behind them.

Each female went along the line, stopped behind an individual, and pointed at them. The guard would then unlock their ankle cuff, and the second guard would have that individual follow them. He took them to the wall away from the other prisoners and told them to stand there. When the six mates arrived at the end of the line, they signaled the King and then made their way to the area with the others.

The King now had the six mates and those that were set free to approach him. The King had a guard do a headcount to make sure only the ones that needed to be freed were freed. “You have been set free because you told the truth about your part in the coup. But you now have a choice. I cannot have you here because it will create a bigger problem. Other individuals will say that you turned in their friends or relations to save yourselves. Here are your two choices; first, I can have you and your family moved to one of our far-out planets, or with no questions asked, you may go with these six females. I will give you a few minutes to talk among yourself; a note, the six females, cannot be in any of your talks.

The guard approached the King, “Sir, the count was the same number you had given me, thirty-six.” He stood there to see if the King needed for him to do anything else. The King nodded his head, and the guard moved over next to the other guards.

The thirty females turned and looked towards the King. They were all standing, hopefully doing the right thing. There were people with sad faces. They were now aware that they would not be allowed to remain here.

The King stood, “Have you made your choice?” He asked. “I need each of you, one at a time, to tell me your choice!” He now sat down and waited for their answer.

Each female took a step forward and stated her choice, and then stepped back in line. All chose to follow the six. The King turned to Tim, “can you handle thirty more females and their families on your ship?” Tim just nodded his head yes.

The King informed the guards that they should move them all inside the building. When the 36 women had departed the ring and entered the building, some were sad, but happy hoping they had made the right choice.

The King turned towards the prisoners, “You have chosen to try to overthrow this government. For this, the punishment will be death.” When the King said the word death, the Officer on Duty stood, raising his right arm. The whole troop of guards was seated at the top of the stadium. There were over three hundred soldiers there. They all stood and shouldered their weapons. When the Officer on Duty lowers his right arm, they all fire at the prisoners. It was over just that fast.

The thirty-six females entered the building, and the door closed. At the same time came that loud sound from above them; it lasted only seconds. They all stopped and thought. I could have been out there. They followed the guards to a place for them to wait until someone came for them. There was food and drinks for them, with comfortable chairs. They were simply happy to be alive now.

* * * * *

Everyone was back in the castle; Madlyn had checked the Queen’s cut, and everything checked out OK. The Queen’s micro-nano-bots were now at a steady level. They would more than lightly stay that way for a few years before they started to return to their dormant state.

The Queen told Tabitha and Tammy they were to go to their rooms and stay until they were called for. “Why are you treating us as children?” Asked Tammy.

“Because your actions were childish, and you deserve to be treated as children.” Said the Queen. She left them to head to their room and walked to the library.

The King, the Queen, and Tim sat in chairs in the library. They talked about what to do about Tabitha, Tammy, and now the thirty-six other females. “Tim, I am genuinely sorry my daughters did not tell you about the fight and what would happen after.” Said the King.

“That’s OK. I will require them to administer everything with the relocation of all the families to the ship. Then to make sure that each family gets settled in. That should take about a week. Then maybe spank them a few times.” Said Tim.

The Queen said, “Don’t do that; they may enjoy that.” She sat there with a smile on her face. Thought about the times the King did that to her and the enjoyment afterward.

Tim looked at the King and asked, “What am I in for since I won?” Tim zonguldak escort was now ready to hear all the facts. He sat back, waiting for the King and Queen to give him the details.

The King started with, “Well, you now know about the thirty-six females, now about the other things. There were thirteen businesses, along with four castles, and bank accounts.” The King said Tabitha asked, “Me if we would take care of some of the disbursement.”

Tim thought about the businesses; could he have someone manage them. The four castles, He could keep one of them for when they would be back, and the others would sell. Tim asked, “Any ideas about the businesses?”

“Tabitha’s idea was to return them to the former owners and ask for a ten % kickback, to be placed in a bank account for you. Which I agree with.” Said the King.

“That sounds OK to me. And about the castles, any ideas there? Maybe I could keep one or two and place each girl in the top room and lock the doors.” Said Tim.

“Tim, do you really think you could be away from them that long?” Asked the Queen.

“No, keep one and sell the rest. Now for the last one, how’s the bank account situation?” He asked.

“I had the castle’s accountant go over each account. There were nine accounts in different names. But they are all yours now. The total amount was over three million.” Said the King.

“I guess that would make you one of the wealthiest individuals on this planet. So, are you going to retire and stay here?” Asked the Queen. She sat back in her chair and started to laugh. She knows Tim would leave within a week.

“No, I still want to travel, and I’ll take the girls with me. I have kind of gotten used to having them around.”

The King reaches to his side and pulls a cord; the library door opens, and in steps a runner. “Sir, you wanted something?” She just stood there and waited for the King or Queen to tell them what they wanted.

Send runners to Tabitha and Tammy’s rooms; “tell them they are wanted in the library.” The runner turned around and exited quickly. It only took about ten minutes before Tabitha and Tammy entered the library.

Both stood in front of their mother and father with their heads lowered. Both said, “You wish to see us?”

“Yes,” said their mother. She now had a serious look, “What you did with Tim was wrong, to let him think that the only reason to fight was for you. Tim would have fought for you, anyway.”

“Tim is a very understanding man. In time he will forgive you for this. You both will have to remember that you both claimed him. It would be best if you did what he asked of you. Do you both understand?” Asked the King.

Both Tabitha and Tammy said, “Yes, sir.” Both with their heads still lowered.

“You can go to Tim and ask for him to forgive you both.” Said the Queen.

Both walked over towards Tim, their heads still lowered, just hoping Tim would forgive them for not telling him the whole story. “Tim, we are sorry for not telling you about the rules and the rewards that went to the winner.”

“Are you both genuinely sorry and that you will always tell me the truth?” He asked.

“Yes, we will tell you the truth anytime you ask a question.”

“Now, I need you to tell me about this thing called claimed!” Said Tim.

“To be claimed means that the one who claims another will be with them and do what they say.” Said Tabitha.

“So, you both have claimed me, and I have said Yes; that means you must do whatever I say or asked you to do, right?”

“That is correct, whatever you tell us to do.” Said Tammy. She now had a slight smile on her face.

“So, what would happen if I told you to do something and you did not do it?”

“That would mean that you could get out of being claimed if that’s what you wanted.” Replied Tabitha.

“So, if I told both of you that I was going to spank you, would you be OK with that?” Asked Tim.

“What do you mean spank both of us. What did we do to deserve a spanking?” Asked Tammy.

“You both did not tell me the truth about the fight.” Said Tim.

“OK, but we told you now, and how many times will it be?” Asked Tammy.

“I will give each of you five slaps. I think that will be a starter for now.” Said Tim. “Do each of you agree with that?”

Both Tabitha and Tammy nodded their heads yes.

“OK, then I will start with Tabitha since she is the oldest. Step over here and pull down your pants and panties.” Said Tim.

“What do you mean to pull down my pants and panties? Not in front of my mother and father!” Tabitha started with an angry face.

“Remember who you are saying no to; besides, we have seen your bottom a million times.” Said the Queen.

Tabitha walked over to Tim, stood on his left side, and started to lower her pants. “You move to the wrong side; over to the right side.”

“But if I am on that side, my father will be able to see my pussy.” Said Tabitha.

“Tabitha, I have seen that young pussy many times before; one more will not make a bursa escort difference.” Said the King.

Tabitha raised her pants back up and walked around to Tim’s right side. She turned away from her parents, kept her legs close together, and lowered both her pants and panties. By bending only at the knees. She did not want to show her pussy to her parents. Then she bent over Tim’s knees and laid across his lap.

Her face was a bright red from embarrassment, knowing both her mother and father could see her pussy, and at the same time got to watch her get a spanking.

“Tabitha, get a hold of your tail and raise it straight up and keep it up.”

“But, Tim, remember what that means, and both of my parents also know.”

“Are you refusing to follow my request?”

Tabitha reached behind and grabbed hold of her tail, and brought it straight up over her back. “No, sir.”

Tim’s strong right hand smacked her ass, leaving a red handprint on the right cheek. “Tabitha, will you tell me the truth about whatever I ask?” He then smacked her ass one more time, only this time it was the left cheek.

“Ugh… Ugh…Yes, hurry it up. Those smacks hurt.” She said, They really did hurt, but she did not want to cry, so she just bit her lower lip.

Tim looked at Tabitha’s backside, saw her clit, and it was just red and damp. Tim gave her the last three smacks and let her up. She stood straight up, pulling up her panties and pants, without looking in her mother’s direction. She walked over towards Tammy, red face and all. There were tears in her eyes.

“Tammy, it is your turn; get over here,” Tim said.

“No, thanks, I’ll just let you out of the claim,” She said.

“OK, I will be out of the claim,” Tim said. “That’s fine, and then I will be looking for a new navigator.”

“Why, I’m your navigator.”

“No, I can’t have somebody as a navigator whom I can’t trust.”

Tammy stayed there for a while, then walked to Tim’s right side, stood there with her leg spread, began to pull her pants and panties down. She leaned down at the waist to push the pants and panties down to her ankles, knowing it would show her mom and dad her pussy. She then leaned down on Tim’s lap, keeping her legs apart. “Do you want my tail to go straight into the air as Tabitha did?”

The King and Queen chuckled; that was definitely their daughter, “she has a body like yours, my dear,” The King said.

“And a smart mouth like yours, dear.” Replied the Queen.

Tim gave her the five smacks and thanked her for rejoining the team.

Tammy raised from Tim’s lap, turned towards her father and mother, and stuck out her tongue. Then lowered the top and pulled up her pants. She walked over to stand beside Tabitha.

“That was definitely your daughter,” said the Queen. She looked at her husband with a big smile. “Maybe, you could remember that pose later tonight.”

“It seems that I’ve seen that same pose, many times already, and you still turn me on with it,” said the King.

The King and Queen looked towards Tabitha and Tammy, wondered what they would do now.

Tammy stood beside Tabitha, reached out to hold her hand. “Tammy, I am sorry; I didn’t mean to get you in trouble.” Said Tabitha.

“If this is trouble, please do it again; that was fun, sure my butt hurts a little. But Tim’s pants are wet from me coming all over them.” Said Tammy.

“You came all over Tim’s pants… On the first smack, I could not hold it. It felt so naughty to have mom and dad see my pussy and being spanked simultaneously. That my juices started to leave my pussy.” Said Tabitha.

“I started to get wet, just watching you get your spanking, then having to show my bottom to mom and dad. That was a dream come true.” Said Tammy.

“If we do this spanking again, let’s do it in our bedroom.” Said Tabitha.

* * * * *

Tim had to sit in the chair for a little while to allow his dick to recoup; the front of his pants was wet and not from him pissing. While he sat there, the King and Queen said they needed to retire and left Tim and the girls.

The girls walked back over to Tim. “Tim, we are genuinely sorry for not telling you the rules of the fight.” Said Tabitha. She and Tammy pulled up chairs to sit next to Tim.

“I guess it’s all right; it would have been nice to know when I won, I would be mated to six more lovely felines.” Said Tim.

“At the time, it was only five, and he added the six one only two weeks ago.” Said Tammy. She moved her chair closer to Tim and placed her hand on Tim’s lap. She felt the wet spot and his hard dick; she patted the dick and said, “Tim, did you piss your pants spanking us.”

“No, two beautiful felines came all over me while I spanked them. They must have enjoyed being spanked.” Said Tim.

“Tim, why did you make us remove our clothes before spanking us?” Asked Tabitha. She had moved her chair right next to Tim so that she could hold his arm.

“With our parents right there, you know how embarrassing malatya escort that was?” Said Tammy.

“Well, Tammy, you put on a great show for your parents.” Said Tim.

“If I had to be on exhibition, I needed to know my mother would enjoy her evening.” Said Tammy.

“Now about the drop your pants thing?” Asked Tabitha.

“That was just to see if you would do as told.” Said Tim. “Besides, I enjoyed the view.”

“Tim, are you going to spank all six of your new mates?” asked Tammy. She smiled and thought about all eight mates lined up, naked, just waiting to be spanked.

“No. But that’s the next question I have for you both.” Said Tim.

“What’s the big question?” Asked Tabitha. She was sitting next to Tim with a serious look on her face. All she did was wait to find out what the question was.

“What am I going to do about six more mates? I can just about handle you two.” Tim was trying to figure out if he was in any more trouble.

Tabitha smiled and gave Tim a big hug, “If I could suggest putting their families and a friend on the ship and putting them on deck three.”

Tim thought about the idea, “Do you think they will go for that?” He now had a serious look, and he just hoped they would go for it.

“That’s the concept we gave them. For the most part, they already had a male friend.” Said Tabitha.

“I guess we’ll have to wait until tomorrow morning to find out. Are you two ready to head to our quarters?” Asked Tim.

“Yes, but I will have to sleep on my stomach tonight; it seems that my ass is sore.” Said Tammy. She stood up and began rubbing her ass, right in front of Tim. She pulled her pants down just to show Tim her red ass.

“That’s a beautiful red ass, Tammy,” Tim stated. He raised his hand and rubbed her soft but redden ass.

“Tammy, pull your pants back up; haven’t you shown your ass enough today?” said Tabitha.

“But Tim said it was a beautiful red ass; besides, the pants rub it, and that hurts,” Tammy said.

“Mine hurts too, but I am not showing it off.” Tabitha raised from her seat and grabbed Tim’s hand, and started for the door.

“Tammy, if you want, you could walk ahead of me by only a foot or two. That way, no one else could see your beautiful red ass but Tabitha and me.”

“I don’t want to look at her ass!” stated Tabitha. She had a disgusted look.

“If I walk in front of you, I’ll have to keep my tail straight up so that it does not rub against my beautiful red ass. Will that be OK with you, Tim?” Asked Tammy.

“Tammy, you are pushing this red ass thing a little too far. Stop it now. Just head to our quarters.” Said Tabitha.

“OK, miss spoilsport!” said Tammy.

Off they went, with Tammy just a little way in front of Tabitha and Tim, with her ass on show.

* * * * *

“How are your bottoms this morning, my darling daughters?” Asked the Queen. She had a knowing grin.

“Tim added some kind of substance onto our rears and rubbed it in, hoped it would help heal.” Said Tabitha. She looked at her mother and smiled.

“Yea, Tim called them, his beautiful red asses.” Said Tammy.

“I am so glad Tim is taking such good care of my daughters.” Said the Queen. The Queen whispered to the King that she would be right back. Then got up and left the library.

“Tim, are you up to taking care of some business today?” asked the King.

“Yes, Sir, what do you have in mind?” Asked Tim.

“Well, I have the 13 former business owners in the next room who are waiting to see what happens to their business.” He stated.

“If this is what you have put in place, we will deal with it.” Said Tim.

The King signaled the guard to allow the former business owners to enter. And they all came in and stood before the King: and none asked why they were there. “Gentleman, this person that stands to my right is the new owner of your business. His name is Tim Bodge.” Said the King.

All the business owners looked towards Tim. Tim nodded to them, and they nodded back.

“He has an offer for you, and he wants each of you to run your own business. You will have complete control of the company; you will be able to take over your business immediately. He only wants you to donate 10% to his account to be used for the benefit of the city.”

The business owners looked at each other, not believing in what they had just heard. One of the owners stepped forward, “Sire, if we could, may we talk among ourselves, for a moment?”

The King looked towards Tim; Tim nodded his head yes. “You may, but not too long, and this offer may go away.” Said the King.

It did not take but a minute before the same man stepped back towards the King. “Sire, we will be more than happy to do as Mister Bodge asked.” The rest of the business owners all nodded their heads ‘yes.’

The King looked towards Tim again. “Tim, do you have any questions or a statement for them?”

“Gentlemen, I wish you the best of luck in your new business. The King’s accountant will be the one you deal with. I thank you for your understanding.” Said Tim.

Tim stepped away from the King and stepped towards the owners. He now shook each owner’s hand and asked which kind of business they own. Each told him, also said if he ever needed or wanted something from them, just ask. After he talked to each, a guard escorted them out of the library.

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A few days had passed since Peter had undergone his transformation. Both he and Catherine were starting to get used to their changed bodies, and they were enjoying them thoroughly. Whereas before they might have had sex once or twice a week at most – less if Catherine was feeling poorly – they were now vigorously fucking at least twice a day, and each session was an extended marathon with multiple orgasms for both of them.

Their days weren’t entirely spent immersed in pleasure however, much as they both wished to do so. Catherine had been poring over the stack of books that Peter had pilfered from Alexei’s workshop – she seemed to find reading them a lot easier than Peter – but so far she hadn’t found anything that described the potion they had both drunk from. She also had to spend quite a lot of time preparing food, as their rampant libido came with a price – a massively increased appetite.

For his part, Peter spent quite a large portion of his day out in the city. They had discussed what to do next, and had decided that they should leave the city. Both of their appearances had changed dramatically, and while most people didn’t seem to notice or comment on Catherine’s changed appearance, whatever magic had altered people’s perception of her didn’t seem to have had the same effect on Peter. After the first extremely awkward conversation with a casual friend where he tried to claim he had gained muscles simply by exercising more, Peter took care to try and avoid anyone who knew him too well, and if he couldn’t, he tried to keep the conversations short. At least he didn’t need a completely new wardrobe like Catherine – most of his clothes still fit, even if they were now a lot tighter in some places than they used to be.

Most of his errands in the city were either shopping for more food, or in preparation for leaving the city. They didn’t have much to bring with them, but they also didn’t have much of a goal of where to go. But wherever they went, they needed to head out soon – their landlord had come by the previous day. Paying him their rent combined with the cost of feeding their insatiable appetites and the need to buy Catherine fabric to make new clothes meant their savings were rapidly dwindling, and without any income forthcoming they would soon be out of money.

So far, Peter had been trying to supplement their funds by selling off anything which they didn’t think they would be able to travel with, which included most of Catherine’s old clothes (which no longer fit her anyway). It was while he was in the market haggling with an ornery vegetable seller that he heard the recruiter. There was a small rotund man standing on top of a box trying to gather a crowd, and Peter wandered over to hear better.

“…great opportunity! My lord has need of able bodied workers and settlers, and promises fair compensation for one and all! Whatever your trade – be it tailor, carpenter or farmer, he will have a place for you! You there!” The recruiter pointed at a burly man to Peter’s left, “what is your trade?”

The man seemed surprised to be singled out. “Uh…what? I mean, I’m a journeyman candlemaker.” he said.

The small man clapped his hands in delight. “A candlemaker! A fine trade indeed! And sir, does the prospect of having your own business, your own shop, appeal to you?” The candlemaker nodded, but before he could continue the recruiter continued, raising his voice to address the crowd even as he focused on his target. “If you were to sign up to my lord’s town charter, you would be given the opportunity to run your very own business! Perhaps take on an apprentice or two of your own! A town will always have need of candles to light the dark nights after all! Doesn’t that sound like a fine offer? All you need to do is review the charter and sign up!”

The crowd was growing, and there were murmurs as people digested what had been said. The recruiter saw that he had the crowd’s attention, and raised his voice once more, clearly enjoying his job.

“And we don’t just need candlemakers! Millers, masons, shoemakers, chandlers, brewers – my lord has need of any and all professions! But what if you don’t have a trade I hear you say? Fear not! My lord’s new town will need men and women to help build it as well as to work in it! Be you a laborer, sailor or field-hand, there is work for any who wish it!”

Seeing the crowd was now completely focused on him, and clearly eager, the little man now changed tack – he had dangled the carrot, and now it was time to draw them in. “My lord is generous and ambitious, but this is a limited opportunity! I call out to all amongst you who seek to start a new life, sign up now! My compatriots will be taking names and signatures, and will provide you with any details you should require! Don’t worry if you cannot read, my friends here will happily take care of that for you!”

With a flourish, the man gestured towards a pair of men who had set up a small stall beside his make-shift podium, with ledgers, ink, quills and stacks of paper instead of goods to be sold. A freshly painted wooden sign above them proclaimed “Silvanford”, along with a crude bahçelievler escort painting of a house.

The recruiter hopped down from his podium to take a break and grab a drink, and while most of the crowd dispersed to return to whatever they were up to previously a few approached the stall, and Peter found himself amongst them.

******

Catherine was sitting by the window and reading. She had never really been very interested in books even though she had learned to read as a child, but she had found herself growing fascinated as she read through the books they had taken from Alexei’s shop. She had even had Peter spend some of their savings on a dictionary to help her understand the plethora of strange words she had never come across before. She put the book down and sighed, wondering when Peter would come home.

Today she was wearing a simple one-piece dress that was belted at her waist, but even wearing such a basic piece of clothing she knew that her curves drew attention, and she wanted to see Peter’s reaction to her choices. Thankfully she didn’t have long to wait, as a minute later the door opened and Peter entered.

“Hey there, handsome. How was town today?” she asked, flicking away a strand of hair that had fallen across her face.

Peter looked pleased with himself as he set down a sack of vegetables. “I think I found the perfect opportunity for us – we can get out of town and set up a new life where no-one will ask questions!”

Catherine sat up, immediately interested. They had discussed where to go nearly every night, but hadn’t ever settled on anything. “Oh? What is it?” she asked.

“Well, when I was in the market there was a recruiter looking for people – some young lordling has been granted a tract of land out East, and he wants to build a town. Apparently there aren’t many people living out that way, so he sent men to the city to recruit settlers. They are looking for all sorts – laborers and skilled workers alike. All we need to do is sign a settlers charter.”

Catherine jumped up out of her chair and ran to hug her husband. “Oh that sounds PERFECT! When are they leaving? What do we need to bring?”

Peter freed himself from her grip so that he could breathe freely before answering. “They will be leaving from the east gate in three days’ time. They said we can bring our own cart if we have one, and if not they will carry a chest or two for us on the communal wagons but we would have to walk rather than ride. It’s apparently a long journey – nearly three weeks – and the lord is providing food for the journey, but there aren’t any inns or anything so we would have to have our own tent and set up our own camp every night.”

“Three weeks travel? And no inns? That sounds like a long way.” Catherine looked around at their meagre lodgings. “Still, anything would be better than staying here, and maybe the distance is a good thing. We should see if we can get a small cart and a donkey – I don’t fancy walking for three weeks. And what about when we get there?”

Peter shrugged. “Well, we’ll have to live in a tent at first I’m afraid. I had a look over the charter, and the lord is granting plots of land for houses in the town but we would have to build them ourselves.”

“I have to admit that doesn’t sound too appealing, but I’m sure we can make it work. Oh Peter! This really does sound like a great opportunity – a new town, a new start!” She leaned in to hug Peter tightly again, delighted that they now had a goal for what they were going to do next. As had happened so often recently, her happiness was a catalyst to making her horny too and as she squeezed herself tighter to her husband she intentionally ground against him, pleased to feel his formidable member hardening in his pants. Catherine reached down a hand and stroked him through the fabric. “So…now that the question of where we are going to go has been answered, how about we celebrate a little? I’ve been stuck here…all alone…for HOURS you know…”

Peter grunted his agreement, and pulled her into a steamy kiss. When they broke apart, she knelt down in front of him, simultaneously pulling down his pants with a now-practised movement. His mighty cock sprang free and bobbed before her, already starting to grow. Catherine began to slowly stroke him, admiring every aspect of his dick as it swelled under her ministrations. When it reached its full size it was so thick that she couldn’t fully encircle it with a single hand anymore. She continued to slowly stroke him as he throbbed with eagerness, sliding back the foreskin to unsheathe the mushroom-like head and leaning in to kiss the sides of his cock while occasionally darting out her tongue to lap at the pre-cum that was already starting to ooze from the tip.

Catherine hadn’t told Peter, but the magical connection she had formed with him when she healed him using magic had never quite broken – just faded – and over the last few days she had grown adept at using that connection to tell just how aroused Peter was getting. Being able to feel his reactions meant she now knew bağcılar escort exactly how tightly he liked to be gripped while she stroked him, and she could tell just how much he was enjoying her teasing. It also had the added benefit that the feedback from his arousal stoked her own fires, and she could feel desire building in her nethers.

She decided that he had been subjected to enough initial teasing, and opened her mouth to accept his cock into her mouth. With her mouth stretched as wide as possible she was just about able to fit its swollen girth, and she savoured the earthy and masculine flavour as she sucked upon his shaft, using her tongue to continue to tease him and making him moan.

Over the past few days she had gotten in a lot of practice doing this, and was quickly learning what both she and her husband liked. Peter’s hands were on her head, keeping himself balanced and encouraging her to keep going, but he never tried to force her. Unfortunately she wasn’t able to take in his full length – maybe before his transformation she might have been able to do so, but no longer. She bobbed up and down on his shaft, his head reaching the back of her throat every time she descended upon him. She could feel how close Peter was getting to cumming through her connection to him, but there was something she wanted to try before letting him achieve release.

Suppressing her gag reflex, Catherine slid herself onto his member one more time but this time when his mighty head reached the back of her throat she kept going – feeling his cock sliding down her throat. Peter let out an inarticulate groan, and clutched her hair as his hands clenched in pleasure. She had been worried that swallowing his dick like this might be difficult or uncomfortable, but it was proving to be surprisingly easy. And the feeling of Peter’s cock pulsing and throbbing in the tight confines of her throat was just…indescribably hot. She nearly came just from the novel feeling. Still, she hadn’t reached the base of his cock yet.

Slowly, she raised herself back up, savouring every inch of her husband’s dick as it was slowly released until finally she let it go and it bounced free in the air once more.

“Holy shit Catherine, you’ve been getting better and better at blowjobs…but damn! That was something else entirely!” said Peter.

Catherine smiled up at him, pushing her hair out of her eyes. “Oh don’t flatter me just yet. I’m not quite done with you.”

Then she dove upon his cock once more. She didn’t return to a normal blowjob though – she was determined to swallow Peter’s entire cock and she knew what to expect this time. He was already well-lubricated by a combination of precum and saliva allowing her to devour the entire length of his manhood in one swift movement. Her mouth was virtually at his balls and she could feel the head of his cock nestled somewhere in her neck. It felt tight enough that if someone had been watching them, Catherine was convinced that they would be able to see the outline of Peter’s cock against her throat. Surprisingly there was no pain or discomfort, but Catherine was struggling a little to focus. It wasn’t exactly possible to breathe with her husband’s cock completely blocking her airway and at the same time her connection to Peter was being flooded by the pleasure he was feeling. The need to breathe meant she wouldn’t be able to keep him like this for long, but she could feel just how close he was to climax.

She began to make tiny movements, never releasing him from her throat, and using the muscles of her neck to try and squeeze his shaft in whatever way she could. Moments later she was rewarded as she felt Peter tip over into climax. His cock swelled even further, and with him nestled within her mouth she could feel every pulse as his seed was sent shooting straight down her eager throat. The combination of the feedback from his pleasure and her own arousal made her cum, and she quivered and shook as she soaked her legs with her own juices. Unfortunately an urgent need to breathe meant she had to release him before he finished, but Peter kept shooting his load even as his cock bounced free and one last spurt splattered all over her face.

They were both breathing heavily, and as Catherine stood up her legs were already a little shaky. But she hadn’t had nearly enough herself yet. She may have already cum from giving her husband a blowjob, but she was still burning with unfulfilled desire. Not bothering to clean off her semen-covered face she threw herself at Peter, passionately kissing him even as she grabbed his cock again. She knew from experience that cumming once was no longer enough for him, and with a tight grip on his still-hard member she guided him to the bedroom. She didn’t intend on stopping until she had repeatedly speared herself on that magnificent cock.

Later as she enjoyed the post-coital afterglow and Peter snoozed, his head resting in her cleavage, Catherine found herself thinking about the settlers charter Peter had mentioned. She knew for certain that she wanted to go anyway – neither ümraniye escort of them felt comfortable in the city anymore, and there would always be the spectre of what would happen to them if Alexei ever found out they had stolen his potion. However she still wondered about why this lord was offering a settlers charter in the first place – it seemed exceedingly generous for a lord to simply give away land in order to attract people to build a new town. There had to be a catch somewhere. Still, there was nothing she could do for now. She would just have to keep her ears open and watch out for any surprise.

******

Peter huffed as he loaded the last bag onto the cart. He might be stronger now thanks to his improved physique, but loading up a cart with all of their worldly possessions was still hard work. Catherine had offered to help, but Peter had feared that the sight of her effortlessly lifting loads that would otherwise require two men might attract too much attention. He stepped back and looked at his work. They had managed to acquire an old cart, as well as a donkey to pull it, surprisingly cheaply. Their remaining savings had mostly been spent on supplies and equipment to start their new life – a tent, tools, food and whatever else they could think of. They still had a little coinage left over, but not a lot.

Satisfied that everything was as secure as it could be he hoisted himself up onto the driver’s seat, causing the old cart to creak alarmingly, but everything seemed to hold. He looked around, wondering where Catherine was. She had left early that morning saying she wanted to get a few more things before they left the city. He had offered to get whatever it was for her, but she had been insistent that she had to get them herself. She had been gone for two hours now and still hadn’t returned. If she wasn’t back soon they were going to be late.

Then he saw her turn the corner, a small wooden case tucked under one arm. She was once again dressed in a simple one-piece dress, but today she was wearing a hooded cloak as well to try and attract less attention. Not that she succeeded much, as even with the voluminous cloak it was hard to hide the prodigious size of her chest, and Peter imagined that every man who had seen her striding around town must have been entranced by her.

“So, did you get what you needed?” he asked.

Catherine vaulted up beside him and kissed his cheek. “Yep, not many people in the city sell this kind of stuff so it took me a while, but this was probably my last chance to find any of it.”

Peter raised an eyebrow. “Really? What on earth did you just buy?”

“Well…you know I’ve been reading those books we took from Alexei?” Peter nodded, and she continued. “I found a couple that described how to extract and distill simple remedies from plants, and then last night I found a diagram actually showing the equipment! I figured that sort of thing might be useful and I want to try it myself, so I went out looking for the equipment in the picture – a lot of it is very delicate metalwork, or even glass, so I didn’t think we would find anything like it once we left.”

“How on earth did you afford stuff like that? Alexei had tons of it in his laboratory, but I know none of it was cheap and we didn’t exactly have a lot of money left.”

Catherine looked embarrassed. “Well, uh, we don’t actually have any money left now. I spent the last of it on that box. And before you get mad, I really think it’s going to be worth it! We can learn from those books to make medicines for people! Something like that is sure to be a valuable skill if we’re helping to build a new town.”

Peter gaped in disbelief. “All of our…” He shook his head, then sighed. “Well, it’s already spent now and if you can use it properly maybe it will be worth it. But still, how did you afford it? We really didn’t have much money left, and I can’t imagine any kind of alchemy equipment being cheap.”

Catherine blushed. “Well…the man I found who sells this stuff seemed a bit, well, smitten with me when I walked in. And I, uh, might have flirted with him a bit to get a discount.” She held up her hands to forestall Peter before he could protest. “No, I didn’t do any kind of sex thing with him”, she shuddered, “I may have a more active libido these days, but even the thought of doing something like that just to get a discount is….ugh, gross. Anyway, I flirted and haggled with him for a bit and in the end he sold me a box of second-hand stuff in return for whatever I could pay. It isn’t a complete set of alchemy equipment, but it should have everything I need according to that book. Enough about what I bought though, have we got everything else ready to go?”

They spent a bit of time going over everything in the cart, but there wasn’t anything missing and so they hitched up the donkey and headed off to the east gate to meet up with the settler caravan. It wasn’t hard to find the rest of the group – the recruiter had managed to entice quite a few other people to travel with him. It was mostly young couples or single people who had yet to establish themselves, and there were a few young children running amok amongst the gathered carts and animals. As well as the settlers there were six wagons heavily loaded with goods, tools and food that were destined for the town as well. The teamsters in charge of the wagons sat apart from the rest of the group, talking amongst themselves and shooing away any of the children who strayed too close.

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