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Morning had come, and breakfast was already over. Tara still lay against the log with Epona in her arms. The slave had slept little, and neither, in consequence, had Tara. The warrior peered down at the curly head that lay pillowed on her breast. Epona’s cheeks were flushed, and her face was twisted in pain. Tara brushed a hand over the slave’s forehead; it felt warm. “You in pain, kid?”

The green eyes opened and looked up. They were dull and glazed. “Yes, ma’am,” Epona whispered.

Tara tested the temperature of the slave’s cheeks; they, too, were hot to the touch. “Where does it hurt?” she asked quietly.

“My arm, mostly.” Epona blinked back tears. It was obvious that she was trying desperately to be brave.

The warrior sighed. “Okay. Probably time to look you over again. Hold still.” She carefully laid her burden down on the ground. Epona stifled a groan. Gently, Tara peeled back the cloak she had wrapped the girl in and examined her back.

It was worse. At least eight of the open cuts now showed signs of infection, and three were weeping and full of pus. Tara winced inwardly. No wonder the kid’s running a fever. “I’ll have to wash this again,” she said calmly. “It’s going to hurt.” Epona shut her eyes tightly as her owner made a few quick preparations. Then Tara flushed the wounds thoroughly with water. The slave whimpered as the warrior dusted the cuts liberally with healing herbs. “Done,” Tara said, brushing a soothing hand over Epona’s cheek. “Let’s see the arm.”

The wrist had swollen a great deal during the night, and the bandage was now far too tight. “Huh. No wonder this hurts,” Tara muttered. “Hold still. I’ll fix you up.” Epona gave a huge sigh of relief as the bandage came off. Tara repositioned the splints and carefully wrapped up the broken arm again. Then she doused the bandage with cool water, and Epona moaned softly. “There. That’s better, isn’t it?” Tara set down the water skin. “C’mere.” She pulled the slave back up into her arms. The smaller girl huddled against her in silence.

It felt good to hold Epona’s slim body. Tara couldn’t help but remember what Drea had said earlier. Wonder if it’s true. Do I have a “soft spot” for her? The redhead’s brow creased. Wouldn’t have held Clytie or Meriel like this. I’d have just let them suffer…that’s the point of punishment, isn’t it? She looked down at the girl in her arms. Epona’s eyes were closed, but Tara could still see the tracks of tears on her pale cheeks. She didn’t like even the idea of leaving the girl to endure this alone. Damn it. What’s wrong with me? I’d better make sure she doesn’t think I’m some kind of damn marshmallow. Tara cleared her throat. “Does it still hurt?” Epona gave a tremulous nod. “Good,” the warrior said sternly. “You’ll think twice before you challenge me again, right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the smaller girl whispered. Tara could feel the tension thrumming through Epona’s boyish form.

Some of the severity faced from Tara’s face at this. She brushed her knuckles across the slave’s cheek. “Just do as you’re told. Obey, and you won’t earn more beatings.” Epona said nothing.

Boots crunched against the stony ground, and Tara looked up to find Drea standing over them. “Hey,” the dark-skinned woman said. “We’re about to parcel out the gold and stuff. Come get your cut, Terror.”

Calmly, Tara laid her slave down on the ground and covered her carefully with the cloak. Not until this little operation was complete did she stand up and meet Drea’s gaze. “There’re only ten of us now, Drea,” she said. üsküdar escort The smaller warrior raised a brow, and Tara’s lips pursed coolly. “I want an eighth.”

There was a pause. Drea didn’t seem surprised, but she regarded Tara with a calculating expression. “I could point out that you were hired for a tenth, fair and square,” she remarked, “but I won’t.” There was another pause. “Tell you what; I’ll give you a ninth, plus first choice of the loot.”

“Eighth,” Tara said firmly, folding her powerful arms across her chest. Then, as Drea frowned, “You’re the one who wants me here. I don’t care if I stay or not. You stiff me, and I’m gone.”

Drea sighed wearily and gave her a disgusted look. “Fine, fine. An eighth it is. Go make your choices, then, so we can dole the rest of it out.” The redhead nodded with a triumphant smirk.

They’d captured quite a decent pile of armor and weapons, and the four horses that had been drawing the cartful of gold. Tara didn’t even glance at the horses; she knew none of them could match her own mount. She was conscious of the eyes watching her as she began to sift through the pile of weapons. That’s right, boys. First choice is mine. Eat your hearts out. Tara’s lips curved upward slightly.

First things first — Tara wanted a javelin. She chose one that was sturdy and well-maintained. It had been a long time since she’d carried one; its weight felt good in her hand. Tara set it down and examined the swords. They were standard-issue military blades. None of them were any better than hers, so she shrugged and laid them aside.

Then one of the captured shields caught her attention. It was better than the others — well-made, heavy with brass, and engraved with intricate scenes of the Argonian gods at war. Tara could pick out Ares with his mighty sword, and Athena wielding a javelin, and Artemis drawing her bow. There was Zeus, brandishing a lightning bolt; she could even see Hades itself pictured at the bottom of the shield, complete with Charon and Cerberus, and the mighty twin rivers, Lethe and Styx. Tara didn’t hesitate. “I’ll take these,” she said, slinging the shield onto her back and hefting her javelin. Her eyes met Drea’s. “If anyone wants me, you know where to find me.” The dark-skinned warrior nodded, and Tara headed back to where she had left Epona.

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The camp had been packed up, and the mercenaries were mounting their horses. It had only taken about an hour after doling out the loot to finish the job. Tara fastened the buckle on one last saddlebag and gave her horse an affectionate slap on the rump. He looked at her with a slight roll of his liquid eyes; Tara grinned and scratched his neck. “Ready to go, boy?” she said. “Bet you’re glad to see some action after sitting around for a few days, huh?” She straightened his mane. “I’ll get the runt, and we’ll head out.” She turned away.

Epona was lying face-down on a patch of soft grass with her cloak spread over her like a blanket. Tara went down on one knee and pressed her palm against her brow; the slave’s skin felt hot. Tara frowned. “Hey,” she said quietly. “Ready to go, beag luch?”

Moss-green eyes opened a crack. They glistened with a hectic brilliance in the flushed little face. “Yes’m,” Epona whispered.

Tara slid her arms carefully beneath the girl’s body. Epona whimpered; Tara felt small fingers clutch at her sleeve. “Easy,” the warrior murmured, adopting the soothing tone she would have used gaziemir escort with a nervous horse. “Easy, now.” She settled Epona’s weight across her chest and shoulder, holding her with her left arm. Tara then put her foot in the stirrup and, with an athletic vault, swung into the saddle. She took a moment to settle Epona across her lap. The curly head was dead weight against her chest.

Drea rode up alongside her. “Hey. How’s Pony doing?” she asked. Her tone was nonchalant, but Tara detected concern in the woman’s dark eyes.

“She’s got a fever,” the redhead said shortly, “but she’ll be fine.” She glanced past Drea to the campsite; everything seemed to be ready. “Looks like time to head out.”

“Yep.” The dark-skinned woman looked around. Then, with a wave of her arm, she dug her heels into her horse’s sides. The group of raiders began to ride.

The two women rode together in silence for a while. Finally, Drea cleared her throat. “Remember what I said to you about group morale?” Tara looked at her coolly. The smaller woman’s eyes remained on the road ahead. “I think it’d be a good idea for you to come and drink with the boys a few times. You don’t have to do it every night, or anything. Just enough so they can start seeing that you’re human.”

Tara smirked. “Oh? What do they think I am now?”

Drea didn’t smile. “They think you’re a real bitch of a killing machine,” she said frankly. Tara’s grin widened, and Drea rubbed her eyes. “Yeah, I know — you’re going to say that’s true, right?” The redhead chuckled at this. “Look, no one’s going to argue that you’re not an incredible warrior, least of all me,” Drea said. “You’ve earned their obedience and respect. That’s good. Now I want you to earn their allegiance.”

“Why?” Tara’s gaze was calm. “You’ve already got that. You’re their leader, not me.”

The dark-skinned woman shook her head. “I brought you in, Terror. I told the boys that you’re a fighter, and they’ve seen it. But if you make them hate you, they won’t follow you, and that makes it kind of hot for me, all right? It’s my ass on the line.” Tara just looked at her, and Drea sighed. “Tara, please. At least try. Do it for me.”

The redhead scowled and looked away. She really didn’t care whether the others liked her or not, and she had no intention of making this group a permanent part of her life. But, well…Epona does seem to be getting along with people here, and I am kind of enjoying riding with Drea again. Guess I could have a few mugs of ale with the men if it’ll get Drea off my case. “Fine,” she muttered. “I’ll give it a shot.”

Drea grinned and reached over to give Tara’s leg a slap. “Good. Thanks.” Then, with a click of her tongue, the dark-skinned woman spurred her horse on ahead. Tara watched her go with doubtful eyes.

The girl in her arms stirred and groaned, drawing her attention. Tara looked down to study Epona’s face. The slave’s eyes were closed, and she looked thoroughly miserable. There was a fine sheen of moisture on her skin. Tara took a corner of her own cloak and gently wiped the slave’s brow. Epona peered groggily up at her. “All right, Epona?” the warrior asked quietly.

The green eyes closed again. “Hurts,” Epona whispered. Her voice was very faint. “Sick.”

Tara tested the temperature of the flushed little face again, and felt a pang of worry. “Hang on,” she said brusquely, reaching down to fumble in a saddlebag. Tara had taken care to pack her healer’s kit within easy reach; now sancaktepe escort she began to measure herbs into a cup. After a few minutes’ work, she filled the cup with water and swirled it around a little. “Swallow this,” she said, holding it to Epona’s lips. “Tastes like crap, but it’ll help you sleep.” Epona gulped feebly. She shuddered at the bitterness of the medicine, but uttered no complaint. Tara put the cup away and turned her attention back to the road. In a minute or two, she glanced down at her burden; Epona was sound asleep.

The day wore on. The slave slept for most of it. When they stopped for their midday meal, Tara only managed to coax a little water into the girl. By the time evening came, Epona was beginning to murmur deliriously. The warrior laid her hand on Epona’s cheek; it was burning hot to the touch. Tara’s brow creased. She heard Drea give the order to stop and make camp. For a few moments, Tara sat still, considering her options. Then she spurred her mount over to Drea’s side.

The dark-skinned woman turned to her. Drea’s eyes narrowed and dropped to Epona as soon as she saw the look on Tara’s face. “She’s worse,” Tara confirmed quietly. “I’m going on ahead. If I ride hard, I can make the inn at Argos before noon. She needs a real bed.”

Drea rubbed her chin. “Well, all right. We can meet up at the inn the day after tomorrow, I guess. Whenever we make it.” She met Tara’s gaze. “Is she going to be all right?”

“She’ll be fine.” Tara turned away. “I’ll see you later.” She kicked her heels, and her warhorse snorted and broke into a trot.

The sunlight faded and died, leaving only the silver light of the stars and the quarter moon. The air grew chilled. Tara took off her own cloak and carefully wrapped it around the slave girl’s limp body. Epona’s head turned, and Tara saw her eyes glinting in the darkness. “Ma?” Epona whispered. “Ma, I’m cold.”

Boy, she’s really out of it. “You’ll be okay,” Tara said calmly. “I’ll get you a warm bed soon.” The body in her arms stilled again, and Epona’s eyes closed. Tara tucked the cloak up to the girl’s chin. Then, on impulse, she bent to kiss the damp forehead. “Hang in there, little mouse,” she murmured.

Here in the silence, it was impossible not to think about things. Tara found herself remembering how Epona had cried while she was being whipped — picturing the naked terror in the girl’s face as she had begged Tara not to kill her. At the time, as angry as Tara was, she had taken almost a vicious pleasure in these things. Now, though, the warrior found herself feeling a little uneasy. Fact is, I just lost my damn temper, Tara thought. Epona deserved to be punished, but what I did was too much. I just lost it and beat on her, like some damn bloody two-year-old having a tantrum.

It was the battle fever, Tara growled to herself, frowning deeply. She crossed me while I was still all over woad and blood and glory. Damn it, she’s lucky I didn’t take my sword and run her through. The warrior clasped Epona’s curly head against her chest and gave a long sigh. I’d better never punish her again when I’m angry like that. Epona’s only a little thing. I could kill her without even meaning to.

The slave girl began to shiver. She burrowed against Tara’s warmth, her teeth chattering audibly. “C-cold,” she pleaded hoarsely. “So cold…”

“Okay.” Tara didn’t even bother to test the girl’s temperature; she fumbled for the cup and water skin. “Hang on, Epona. I’ll dose you again.” She’d prepared the herbs in advance, and she was glad she had. It would have been difficult to mix them properly in the dark. Tara filled the cup with water and held it to Epona’s mouth. “Here. Swallow that.” The slave gulped weakly. A few minutes later, her shivering abated, and she slept like one dead. Grimly, Tara spurred her mount, and the two of them were carried swiftly through the silvered shadows.

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Tales of Alavern: Long Live the Queen

Prologue

The Great Mother sat alone in her realm, sulking. After having a small portion of her power and the right to act freely on behalf of her daughters taken from her, she could not even bare to gaze upon her isle. She felt unworthy, that she had failed all of her children. Though Cyrus and Megara had been working on trying to get the pool to work for her daughters again, she felt that a lost venture. Without her, what chance would her daughters have? All bringing a single man to Alavern would accomplish is buying time before her daughters all died out again. She was certain of it, and the weight of her certainty had her flooding her realm with tears.

Three days had passed in her realm, much less than had passed on the Alavern Isles. She knew that soon, Cyrus’s time as king would be up. His influence would likely die as Naomi reclaimed the throne, since none would dare oppose her return. Once he no longer held sway, her daughters would no longer listen to him and the protection the crown once offered would be null. He and his son would likely be in great danger, despite the efforts their friends would surely make. She wanted desperately to be free from her terrible thoughts, but there was no respite to be found in her realm now that the Nameless One had left the realm of gods to wander a mortal world for some time. She could think of no one else who could ease her suffering.

When she suddenly felt a presence intrude into her realm, she could certainly think of a few who could easily increase it though. Anger coursed through her, allowing her the strength to finally stand again after remaining still for days without rest. Strength she used to storm towards the presence she felt intrude on her realm. She expected Ulfric, barging in once again in what would surely be no small portion of gloating on his part. She had not expected the softly smiling face that greeted her upon confronting her intruder, the sun god Urthet.

“Greetings, Great Mother. I hope you will forgive my intrusion, but none of my messages asking for an audience seem to have reached you.” he said with a voice that washed over her like the soft sunlight of a cool Spring day. At least that feeling assured her that this was truly Urthet and not some trickster god simply wearing his face.

“I…have not allowed messages into my realm. I am in mourning.” she said, turning away from the tanned, handsome face of the last man she had allowed herself intimacy with. “If you have no urgent news or business from the council, then I ask that you respect me and leave.”

“I am here on my own business, not the council’s.” Urthet explained, carefully and slowly gravitating closer to her. “I had hoped you would allow me the chance to console you. I feel confident that I am much closer to you than any of the others. You have allowed me to be close to you, after all.”

“Of course that is why you are here.” the Great Mother said under her breath, before deciding to speak to Urthet directly, “Urthet, I laid with you because I felt an urge and you are one of the few I would trust with my body. I know what you truly hoped for when you agreed and the answer to both of your questions is still no.”

“And yet,” Urthet answered cautiously, “by your own admission, you trust me.”

“With my body, Urthet. Not my heart and certainly not to be a father to any child I may choose to bear one day.” she answered him sharply. “I have no interest in bearing a son with you and certainly no interest in being your first wife, let alone…how many is it now? Seven mortal women you have asked your people to sacrifice to you?” Urthet winced at the harsh tone in her words and the unspoken accusation of abuse that came with them. While he wanted to argue, he knew it would be unfair to those he had wronged to do so.

“Sacrifice is a strong word, Great Mother. They all live long, healthy lives. They are free from the abuse of others…” he tried to defend himself, only to be cut off.

“I know how your mortal chosen wives live, Urthet. Isolated from the rest of their people, including their families. Not allowed to speak with anyone save your priests, each other and you. How you have managed to get away with this for so long while I am punished for bringing a good man to my island to help secure the future of my daughters, I will never be able to fathom.” The Great Mother said harshly, glaring down Urthet with an icy chill that cooled even his passions.

“Because they all had a choice.” Urthet answered meekly, gathering the warmth of the fire of his soul to stand tall again. “They all could have said no, to go seek out their own destinies, with no repercussion. At least, not any longer. They choose to be my brides. They choose to lay çeşme escort with me when I ask them, and I do ask them! I do not force myself upon them, and I never have!”

Urthet grew bolder with each word, standing straight and bringing himself mere inches from the Great Mother. He would be lying if he said that her accusations were false. He had laid with her in the hopes that their union would bear him a son, a gift that none of his mortal wives had been able to give him. He had also hoped that she would become his first divine wife, gifting him with a companion whom death could not take from him. He could not and would not, however, allow his current self to be judged for the poor decisions of his past. Not even by the goddess of all women.

“That is why I trusted you with my body, Urthet.” she said softly, finally allowing her fury to cool again. Urthet stood there stunned, completely taken aback by the sudden shift in her treatment of him until he finally realized that she had been testing him. “It is also why I know I cannot trust you with my heart. You are respectful to those women, and you do allow them better lives than they would have if they did not accept your offer but you do not love them. You cannot, and yet some of them come to truly love you. Women who will only have a short while with you, before death claims them and they are separated from you forever. It is cruel…to the both of you.”

“I…” Urthet stuttered, trying to sort through the feelings her words had stirred within him. “I apologize for the anger I direct towards you just now. I misunderstood your intentions, and completely forgot the true purpose of my visit to you.”

“Which is?” The Great Mother asked, stepping back away from him as his momentary distraction from her grief began to fade.

“I knew that you would be hurting. To be unable to help your people without permission of all thing, especially now when you have gone to such extremes to do so. I just wished to offer my shoulder to cry upon, if you needed it.” Urthet said softly, giving a small polite bow and turning. “I will leave you be, but my offer is always open to you. All you have to do is ask.”

“Thank you, Urthet.” she said, nodding to him as he left her realm. The warmth he had brought with him quickly faded away and her grief had settled back in. She tried not to worry, but it was no use. With Megara now Cyrus’s lover, she would bare him only a single child and that would be nowhere near enough to save her daughters. Even if he did begin a harem as Ulfric had so rudely suggested, they would soon run into the same problem where there simply wasn’t enough strong blood left to continue having children.

All she could do was put her faith that her daughters and new sons would be able to come across some miracle that would solve this problem she had unintentionally created so long ago. She could not help but to ask herself if it was better to abandon hope, or to try and remain positive by clinging to a false hope. She opened a window to gaze upon the Alavern Isles, trying not to let the cold feeling in her stomach fester and grow.

For just a moment, she felt the ironic need to pray to her mortals for deliverance from her pain.

Chapter 1

Cyrus stood in the preparation area with Megara and the two volunteers for their first experiment with the Mother’s Pool. This permission to use the sacred pool in such a way is the only time he felt he truly took advantage of the power that comes with holding the crown of the Verni. Their two volunteer subjects, an older couple named Nina and Selene in their mid-90s, sat together on one of the benches cleaning each other’s bodies according to long-held tradition. Well, mostly to tradition. After all, before today no more than one parent had ever prepared themselves to use the Mother’s Pool at one time.

They both seemed very obviously nervous, glancing at both Megara and Cyrus from time to time as they prepared their bodies. Megara looked as excited as they did nervous, seeming almost half her actual age as she excitedly fidgeted and darted between her notes and some bizarre medical instrument she had cobbled together for today. She had explained to everyone that it was meant to measure how far the child developed in the Mother’s Pool, but nobody except her understood how exactly it worked despite her attempts to explain.

“Thank you both for participating in this little experiment of ours and uh…sorry about the circumstances. I’m sure it’s not very comfortable having a child in these conditions.” Cyrus said to Nina and Selene. They glanced nervously at one another, nodded and turned back to him.

“It is not, but if it is how we can have our child at long last then we başakşehir escort will tolerate what we have to.” Nina replied.

“Though I must admit, the thought of our blood making a male child is certainly unnerving.” Selene voiced her thoughts aloud unknowingly, made to realize she had spoken aloud only by her partner’s gentle nudging. “Oh uh…I am so sorry! I meant no offense, King Cyrus!”

“Don’t worry about it.” Cyrus said calmly, giving them a smile he hoped was reassuring. “I completely understand that it’s just about your expectations. You don’t just ignore the way you’ve been brought up to think your entire life. At least not without some serious will power. I’m still trying to get used to taking a bath with other people due to the taboos around bathing with others in the culture I grew up in.”

Both Selene and Nina seemed a bit relieved that he hadn’t taken any offense, turning their attention back to each other and speaking about their hopes for their child. Cyrus left the two of them for a bit, walking over to Megara and having to physically put his hand on her just to get her attention as she flitted about. She had always been passionate about trying to solve the child issues of the Verni for as long as he had known her but ever since they’d found out she’d actually gotten pregnant that day that they first became lovers, her passion for helping others have children of their own had been overwhelming.

Not that they’d let anybody know about their relationship or the child they’d conceived together. At least not yet. They’d have to tell the truth at some point, especially when Megara started to really show but for now they agreed that they should probably try to build up Cyrus’s accomplishments a bit more so that the Verni would be more likely to tolerate something they’d been brought up to dread. Helping the rest of the Verni have children without the need for sex with a man would certainly be a huge help.

“We are ready.” Selene said, rising off the bench hand-in-hand with her love.

“Excellent.” Megara said, seeming more like a hyper child itching to play a new game than a seasoned physic as she handed both of them a ceremonial knife. Cyrus attempted to make himself useful, carrying the hefty measuring device so he had a reason to be present other than just because he possessed a crown. He felt he needed to be there to see if his insane idea worked or not, especially since it was going to be his final act as Alavern’s king.

“Your highness, if you could place the machine over there and place the line with the blue crystal into the water please.” Megara said, managing to reign herself in enough to remain professional. “And if you two could stand here and…here. Perfect.”

“Are we to cut our own hands or each other’s?” Nina asked as she stood within arm’s reach of her love in the Mother’s Pool.

“Go with whatever feels right.” Megara said, already leaving the pool so her body couldn’t contaminate it once blood had been shed. “However, be sure that you are casting your blood into the pool at the same time. If my theory holds true, that should ensure our chances of success are as high as they can possibly be.”

The two women nodded their understanding, facing each other and grabbing one another’s hand. They pressed the knives to their open palms, waiting for a moment and taking a deep breath before they sliced their palms open. Cyrus winced a little, feeling oddly squeamish as he watched the blades tear open their flesh and their blood pool in their hands a brief moment before they turned their palms to let the blood drip down into the pool. Megara rushed immediately over, turning her machine on as we all awaited a reaction that no Verni had laid eyes on since Queen Jura sat on the throne.

The room was dead silent and tense as they all watched the blood drip into the pool, all of them waiting for any sort of reaction from the pool itself. Cyrus knew what was supposed to happen, having witnessed it with his last threads of consciousness back when Brian was born. Agonizing moments passed by as they all waited for blue light to shine, indicating their success but soon the pool began to softly glow. Everybody’s breath hitched as the spilled blood started to slowly swirl towards the center of the pool, where the glow was brightest.

“It’s working…” Nina whispered, watching with wide eyes. She and Selene held each other close, holding their breath and staring enraptured until Megara loudly coughed for attention.

“I know this is quite the spectacular event, but you both need to leave the pool now.” she said softly to them. They both nodded, having heard from birth precisely why one didn’t linger in the Mother’s Pool while their child formed and left küçükçekmece escort together to go clean and bandage their cuts. Cyrus approached Megara, who had her attention completely absorbed by her machine now that the mothers-to-be had left the room.

“Is everything looking good? I’m having trouble believing that my crazy idea actually worked.” he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder as he tried to see what she was so focused on.

“I am cautiously optimistic.” she answered, not looking away from her machine. “Though I will say that the blood seems to be gathering much more slowly than we anticipated. I am not sure if that is because we have used multiple donors or if it perhaps because of the blood’s dilution. Sadly, we do not have recorded data on how long it has taken for children to form in the pool in the past. I intend to rectify that mistake, so we can be more prepared in the future should another issue like this arise.”

“Well if this does work, then the population of the Alavern Isles should solve the issue we were facing of not having enough genetic diversity. At that point it’s just a matter of making sure that the Verni are having kids.” Cyrus said thoughtfully, looking around to make sure they were alone before kissing Megara on the cheek. “I’ll go tell them that everything’s looking promising so far. Let me know if anything interesting happens, hon.”

Megara’s cheeks reddened slightly after he had kissed her, though her eyes remained solely focused on her machine. She nodded her understanding and Cyrus walked away, happy to be able to give Nina and Selene some good news. Hopefully, his success on his last day as king will put him in the Verni’s good graces enough that he and Brian won’t have to worry about becoming outcasts on Alavern. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about finding a place to live either way.

Chapter 2

“Are you mine?” Naomi whispered sweetly to Brianna, her fingers pressed tightly against the muscles inside her womanhood. Months of lovemaking, experimentation and the occasional good, hard fuck had taught them both well exactly how and where to touch each other for the greatest pleasure.

“Yeeessss…” Brianna hissed back, trying desperately not to squirm as her love’s fingers stroked and pressed deep inside her. Her hands gripped the underside of the pillow her head was currently rested on and the fact of how difficult the sheets were going to be to clean later was the furthest thing from her mind as the puddle of pleasure beneath her grew and grew. She was close, so close.

“Tell me. I want to hear you say it, Brianna.” Naomi teased, her lips lowering and pressing softly to Brianna’s neck again and again. She was so sensitive there in so many delightful ways. Exploring it with lips and fingers, teeth and tongue never failed to be good for them both.

“I-I’m yours.” Brianna whined, having trouble speaking as moans grew from her throat, “Always yours, Naomi. Forever yours. Make me yours, mark me. Pleeeaase!”

Naomi smiled wickedly, curving her fingers inside her love as she found her favorite spot on Naomi’s neck, right where it met the shoulder, and sunk her teeth in. Brianna cried out, shuddering as she was brought to yet another orgasm under the sweet, sensual torture she’d been enduring for nearly two hours. They had both lost count at this point, though it’s not as though it ever truly mattered to either of them.

Naomi slowly drew her fingers out, keeping her teeth where they were for a moment more as she finally allowed Brianna the mercy of breathing. She traced her cum-soaked fingers slowly up Brianna’s belly, ceasing her biting to let her love watch as she tasted the womanly juices before sharing their flavor through a deep kiss. Brianna’s submissiveness came to an end as she wrapped her trembling arms around Naomi’s waist and drew her to lay on top of her own body, never letting their lips part for even a moment.

Brianna smiled as she felt Naomi adjust on top of her to be a little more comfortable, letting her know that her love wasn’t going to go anywhere too quickly. This was heaven to them both, with the late afternoon sun beaming gently in through the window and warming their bodies as they both laid bare on top of Brianna’s bed. Naomi was the first to break the kiss as she slipped her own arms underneath Brianna’s body and wrapped them around her.

“Do you have any idea how happy you make me?” Naomi asked Brianna, breathing a content sigh as their chests pressed together.

“Hey, that’s my line.” Brianna replied playfully, leaning up and pecking Naomi’s lips. “Though you do make a terrible mess of my bed.”

“I help clean.” Naomi said innocently, batting her eyes at the Captain beneath her until they were both forced to laugh. A calm settled over them as their laughter died down a moment later, a blissful silence falling between them that struck the once and future queen as the perfect opportunity to finally bring up an issue she’d been waiting to. She rolled gently off her lover, taking Brianna’s hand in hers and lying at her side. Brianna turned to her, confusion evident on her face.

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Chapter 7 – Business as Unusual

“Hold still or I’ll make you hold still!” Tani sighed loudly, holding her hands above the digits of the rabbit opposite her.

The Slave garbled a nonsense response from her throat, staring back at Tani with dead, purple eyes; thoughtless, lost and hungry.

Slowly, the Slave’s claws began to grow as Tani focused, turning from an off-grey to a deep black as the claws enlarged, an ominous purple sheen visible in the right light. Once they reached an appropriate size, Tani broke away, her shoulders slumping but her expression satisfied.

“Look at those! We can get them all painted and gorgeous again, just like in the club, Henny! But remember, we don’t use these claws on friends, okay? They’re super sharp! Only use them when I tell you, okay?”

The Slave’s eyes wandered, searching around the abandoned shop fruitlessly.

“Oh, don’t be like that. I didn’t mean to leave you until last, Henny. I swear! Mina had me forging her lot too! Between that and Moltezz running us around like headless chickens, I’ve been busy! C’mon, let’s get you back with the pack. Oh, and stop bullying Monday, Henny. There’s plenty of ass to go around, we can all get our fair share.”

Henny garbled again, almost in response.

“I mean it, keep your grabby hands off her. Don’t make me puppet you! I got my own claws! I’ll make you my bottom bitch for a week!”

Tani stood from her stool, the tips of her long ears licking the ceiling. Between her ears she now had a pair of upright horns, their complexion the same as Henny’s new claws. Her once pristine white fur was now a jet-black to match her sclera. Every curve of her body was bolder, thicker, her once modest breasts now fully packing her crimson shirt and stretching the buttons out tightly.

Henny shuffled towards the back of the shop, and out the backdoor to the innards of the station. Tani closely watched every step she took.

Be careful, darling. Stay with the pack. Tani thought to herself, concern gracing her pretty face. She casted a glance towards the clock on the wall. Ugh, it’s briefing time. I was hoping for a cheeky fuck before then.

She departed from the shade of the shop and headed back into the bright lights of Barru X’s main mall, currently filled with various crates, weapons, Slaves, Nodes and freshly acquired prisoners. The leering, wine-red form of Cherry stood head and shoulders above them all, dragging a line of chained-up Marks deeper into the space station. Half of them looked terrified and quivered as they walked, while the other half seemed caught between staring at the czarite’s shapely butt, and the various naked figures around them.

“~Tani, you’re late. Get the fuck in the briefing room, before I choke you out again.~” Cherry’s voice boomed in her head.

She shouldn’t threaten me with a good time. She has no idea how hard I –

“~I can hear you, dumbass.~”

For a split second, Tani swore she saw a grin flash on Cherry’s face as she left with the line of new Marks. After a few seconds of internal silence, Tani carried on.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to my thoughts not being my own. Still. Cherry can choke me, anyday.

She decided to heed Cherry’s ‘warning’ however, and make her way quickly to the room in question. It had been a rentable meeting room in Barru X’s olden days, but now it was strewn with weapons, papers and plans. Tani pushed through the glass door and took the nearest seat at the large oval-shaped table, in the centre of the room.

At the head of the table Plum stood, stroking her chin with a single finger. Her eyes slowly scanned the various other occupants of the room. Most were Nodes like Tani, but also sat at the table were three Marks, all dressed in military gear, half smirking, half serious. Their gaze flickered between Plum’s immense hips, and the various bodies of the Nodes. Of the Marks, there was a human girl wearing a red beret, a black rat male with shimmering green eyes, and a thin, pale crocodilian man with a great scar along his snout.

“Tani. Thank you for coming. Looks like we’ve got a full house of Nodes and Imprinted. For the benefit of the Imprinted, I’ll vocalise.” The room darkened and a hazy projector flickered on, shining a map of the local sector onto the wall beside her. “Our raking on the local moisture farms and fuel dumps has gone as planned, with Cherry bringing back the latest spoils just a few minutes ago. We’ve been focused on cleaning out the sparsely populated areas up until this point, but now we’re about to hit our first real challenges. Everything up until now has been easy.”

Tani tilted her head slightly, taking in the details of the map as Plum continued. Her silky voice sent shivers down the rabbit’s spine, despite the serious discussion.

“We’ve got more fortified areas of nomad space to our local west. They’re prepared for war it seems, as they’re being pressured by Vora Barons on their other flank. Me and Bubble both agree that this area of space izmir escort is medium risk, low reward. People are good but equipment is what we need if we’re to break out of the mega-corp triad. To our north is Darkpaw industries; they’re heavily equipped compared to the nomads and our intel suggests that they just spent on something big. Even by their standards. Geographically speaking, Darkpaw are blocking us from their two biggest competitors, so we’ll need to go through them before we can expand any further in that direction. They’re shielding us from their competitors, but Darkpaw are the biggest of the triad, which means… It means a lot of things. We’re penned in by the DA border to the south and the east, with only more nomad’s between us and them.”

Plum tapped on the wall with a pointer, her glowing locks of hair hanging rather tantalisingly in the dim light of the room. Tani was finding it increasingly difficult to stay focused on her words as her mind wandered.

“We’re all in agreement that engagements with the DA are to be kept to a minimum and incursions into their territory are only to be done when absolutely necessary. Which leaves us with two main choices for our next move. We push to the west and start fighting the alerted nomads, and potentially Vora Barons, or we push to the north and start working our way into Darkpaw.”

“DO NOT TOUCH DARKPAW!” Tani suddenly yelled out as if she was being murdered, bolting upright in the chair, her body stiff.

Plum squinted at her for a moment before rolling her eyes, placing her hands firmly on her absurdly thick hips.

“Ink. If you want to join in, you must be physically present. Moltezz made that quite clear, didn’t she? You can’t just use Tani as your stand-in.”

“I’M BUSY.” Tani yelled again, a passenger in her own body. “YOU CANNOT ATTACK DARKPAW YET.”

“I wouldn’t suggest any outright assault anyway. They’re a much tougher target, we need to get intel on them first.”

“I AM WORKING ON THE INTEL. DO NOT TOUCH DARKPAW. OR I’LL RAPE THE LOT OF YOU.”

Tani relaxed back into her seat, stretching her jaw out as her body became her own once again. The rest of the room looked around at each-other awkwardly before focusing their attention back on Plum.

“Right. I’ll… talk to Moltezz about that later. Let’s focus on the nomads then? Kross, am I right in thinking you can advise us on that?” Plum’s pretty eyes landed on the human girl, who flicked her curling black hair over her shoulder and nodded firmly.

“The Barons are winning every fight they pick. It’s open season on the nomads out there.” Her voice came with a thick slavic tint, highly unusual for this part of space. “My scouts are being routed but they tell me that the nomad militia are losing their will to fight, they’re scared shitless and lose people every time they clash. Considering what Barons do to those they capture, it’s not really a surprise.” She chuckled softly, but her hand gently drifted over to the pistol strapped at her side. “They’re trying to recruit mercenary aid but the few mercs that do take the jobs don’t make it back. The stories of the Baron’s victories are travelling far. With the mercs bailing the sector and the nomad’s in full defensive isolation, I think we should be making plans to deal with the Barons rather than the nomads, for when we eventually collide with them – if we’re not to proceed north.”

“Hmm… Kaiden? Any advice on that front?” Plum asked the rat, turning to view the map again.

“Barons are heavy hitters, slow but effective.” He said softly, his voice practically a whisper. He folded his arms and stared at the map intensely, eyes focused on the coloured borders. “From what I’ve seen, small strike teams of well-equipped Nodes would fare much better than a swarm of Slaves. Baron ballistics are often augmented with explosive secondary weapons; killing groups of Slaves wouldn’t be difficult for them. I’d advise the Nodes keep their distance though, Barons can be pretty beefy and are perfectly comfortable with close-quarter combat. I’m sure someone like Tani could hold her own pretty well, but I lost a squadmate to a Baron who bit his head off. Gnarly sight. They fight dirty. Stealth would be my first choice, pick them off in their own ships. Open combat against them is a nightmare.”

“What about ship to ship?”

“Difficult. Starting ship to ship combat against them causes them to open fire with their guns, which they usually try to avoid. Considering the size of their roamer fleets, unless we can bring as much armour and weapon-power as them, we’d be signing our own death warrants. Ideally, we pick the scouts off and leave the fleet blind, then stab at them until either we pry them apart or they retreat.”

“Understood… Right, let’s review our position after some food and a fuck. I need to speak to Moltezz about Ink.”

A warm series of excited smiles broke out across the table at Plum’s words, including Tani who kahramanmaraş escort fanned her pretty face, her urges beginning to intensify. After mere seconds a series of controlled Slaves entered the room, carrying plates of food and leading a couple of Marks in chains, who were dumped in the room, much to the delight of the Nodes, towering both over them, and their Imprinted allies.

*

“GOD-DAMN! LOOK AT THAT ASS! You got an all-you-can-eat buffet back there! And girl… Mama’s hungry.” Leech yelled, slapping her hand against Ink’s firm, shapely ass as the curvacious girl bent over to admire more of the new ship they’d acquired. This latest acquisition to the Rewritten arsenal was a high speed, corvette class ‘Radon’ astral ship, designed for stealth, rapid engagements and high speed travel. It was only a small ship, certainly compared to the freighter, with room for a handful Controllers and Nodes at most, but its remarkable speed allowed for lightning fast deployment, when fuelled anyway. Compared to the long distance, fuel efficient engines of the freighter, the Radon was a gas guzzler.

A satisfied grin crept over Ink’s face as she straightened herself up. Her towering figure was only just able to stand upright in the corridor.

“I have never heard you refer to yourself as ‘Mama’ before, Leech.”

“And no one will ever believe that you have. I called myself that strictly for the purpose of the line and nothing more.” Leech replied, with a slight growl.

Both girls were dressed in heavy black laboratory coats, black boots and bodysuits that covered their forms from neck to toe, with a slight glow visible around their oversized busts, and amendments to Ink’s outfit, for her protruding tentacles.

“I don’t think we should mess this place up, just yet anyway.” Ink laughed. “Barely a few hours into our ownership and we’re threatening to paint it. You think the Slaves could clean it before Moltezz arrives?”

“Fat fucking chance with how much you blow.” Leech squeezed the larger alien’s butt tightly before carrying on down the ship’s corridor. Unlike the industrial lengths of the freighter they’d acquired six months ago, this craft was sleek and dark, clearly built with a different clientele in mind. The hum of its reactor was more intense, so much so that the czarite’s could feel it on the upper decks, through their heavy boots, as they padded around the fresh-smelling interior. “You have any idea how many gallons of goo I’ve made Venter clean? That guy has been huffing your scent alone for days. He said he’ll never look at dark chocolate the same.”

“Please don’t tell me he eats it.” Ink joked.

“Oh, he definitely eats your jizz. Slurps it all up and gets it all over his chops, like a fuckin’ animal.”

“Ugh, nasty!” Ink replied sourly, but a small smirk teased her lips. “And that’s the closest he’s ever going to get to me! So, you make him clean your lab over the Slaves?” Ink turned, her wide, lamp-like eyes perfectly visible at any distance.

“I do. He gets off to me telling him what to do. A bit like you.”

“Leech… Please, stop..? You know I’m very easily swayed by you.” Ink asked, quite genuinely, her tentacles curling around her body. “Moltezz already dislikes me, and I might want to use her highness’ new ship, so I can’t afford to make it messy. I can’t spend all night playing though. I have matters I need to attend to.”

What the… fuck? Moltezz dislikes you?! She’s been trying to connect with you from the moment you joined us! Projecting much?!?

“Oh, your boss, right? Old boss. You found him?” Leech disappeared through one of the curving doors down the corridor, but her voice was still audible.

“You… remember?” Ink stumbled over her words slightly, tilting her head. “I didn’t think you would care.”

“WHY DO PEOPLE ALWAYS ASSUME THAT?!? Of course I remember! I can remember the exact radioactive half lifes of all the nuclear fuel used in the damn freighter, on a per fuel rod basis! Time’s ticking, we’ve only got fifty thousand, two hundred and five years before those babies are half-spent! Remembering that your boss was a crusty old cunt ain’t hard.”

“I just – I’m not used to people caring. I’m still not used to you caring.”

Leech popped her head out of the door with a confused look on her face. As they made eye contact, Ink’s face broke into a wide grin, baring those massive teeth of hers, her expression caught somewhere between creepy and heartfelt.

“Fucking hell, I was horny as fuck and now it’s turned all soppy. You’re as polar as me sometimes. Stop grinning at me with those massive twatting chompers of yours and tell me what you’re gonna do to that nasty boss of yours when you find him. Idiot. You’re getting the pump tonight, can help me refill all those tanks we used last week.” Leech shook her head and ducked back into the door, and the sound of her rummaging around filled the corridor.

“As you wish. manavgat escort When I find him, I’m going to pull his little body apart, piece by piece. I want to hear his joints pop, his flesh creak. I will not grant him our gift, he does not deserve our love. He does not deserve… this.” She flexed her arms, the corners of her lips twitching into a proud smile as she admired her own muscles bulging, a long way from the once fragile creature she used to be.

“You better not be fucking flexing in there.” Leech barked, prompting a startled jump from Ink. “I’ve walked in on Cherry doing that too damn much, zero shits given. That girl loves her mirrors. That and boy butt, she just looooves breaking men in. I have to fight her for the new arrivals these days. How close are you to finding this prick then?”

“Close.” Ink’s tongue pushed against the inside of her teeth as she made her way down the corridor, her feet thumping against the cold, metallic flooring. “I have a few more piles of invoices to look through, once I can cross-reference the ship number, I can narrow it down to a single location. Then, it’s time.”

“Odd how it’s taken so long to find him, don’t you think?” Leech mused, scratching her chin.

“I do. I suspect he was worried about being found, he has made significant efforts to conceal his identity.”

“You think he might have been worried about revenge? Perhaps you weren’t the only person he treated badly.”

“He’s right to be worried. I will hang his unwashed corpse for the universe to see. I will let it decay unceremoniously until he is nothing but worms and split bones and his lasting message will be nothing but a testament to my strength. A coward of a man, hidden behind fake names and useless addresses, pathetic in both stature and soul, a parasite in every meaning of the word.”

“… I mean, counselling is also an option. Perhaps a hobby. Maybe knitting?” Leech sniggered, sarcasm thick in her voice.

“My hobby is fucking smaller, weaker people.” Ink laughed back, the corridor vibrating more as a proud growl rumbled from her throat.

“Makes me wonder why you’re so happy for me to hook you up to my milking machines. There is no way in hell Moltezz would ever, EVER agree to a session in the lab. The first – and last time I asked her, I thought she was going to give me the ‘Seeth’ treatment.”

Ink didn’t reply straight away. Her tentacles flicked and her mouth twitched slightly at the mention of Seeth’s name. She followed Leech around the corner and the two continued their pace around the ship, looking through its various rooms, most of which were in low-power mode, dark and slightly cold.

After a few moments, Ink gave a long, heartfelt sigh, her gaze landing repeatedly on Leech and completely unable to focus on their inspection.

“When I woke up, after you converted me, the first thing I noticed was how clear everything was. I could see again. I used to have glasses in my teens but it didn’t take long for someone to target them. I couldn’t afford to replace them over and over again, so I just dealt with it for the most part. I went for years without being able to see properly, and it took me months of saving to finally get myself a new pair.” Ink suddenly laughed. “And then you came along, literally! I barely got a chance to use them.”

“Wasn’t your job writing up reports? You know, screen work?” Leech raised an eyebrow, a hint of concern in her eyes.

“Yes. It was. It was hell.” She chortled softly. “I had a piece of cardboard with this tiny hole in it, when my eyes got really bad, I’d close one eye and stare through the hole with the other…”

“You made a pin-hole lens for yourself, clever little thing!”

“I had nothing, Leech. Nothing. Cardboard and stale sandwiches. Couldn’t afford fucking glasses because jackasses like the freighter guards would end up breaking them.” Tears stung the corners of her eyes briefly, her fists clenching tightly. “I had to pick between eating and seeing. The headaches I would get were so intense, they’d make me dizzy… You understand how bad falling over is for a czarite with Oak’s? I was pathetic.”

“We czarites don’t get very many genetic issues but when we do get them… Oak’s disease is thoroughly shit. You were dealt a bad hand.”

“But the corruption… you… fixed that. I woke up and I realised just how small my room was. I saw pipes in the corner of the room I’d never even seen before. Hah. I woke up. You woke me up. I haven’t had a single headache since. And now, I can see the stars in all their glory, the night sky has never looked more rich. I can see how beautiful and attractive you are, every curve and detail on you. I can see the life leave my enemies’ eyes in a clarity and detail I never dreamt of prior to meeting you. I can see every vein bulge in their fragile neck, every capillary pop under their bruised skin… You woke me up, gave me vision, gave me strength and purpose and have helped me tear apart those who took advantage of old me. So yes, you can do whatever you want to me, because I trust you with every fibre of my being. Every fresh breath I take into these powerful new functional lungs of mine. I owe it to you. So milk me to your heart’s content, because making you happy makes me happy.” Ink stated proudly, her shoulders visibly relaxing as she recounted her feelings towards Leech.

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This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2016 by Yshomatsu

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this story or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. The following is meant for Adults only, if you are under the age of 18 leave now. This story has elements of NonHuman, Erotic Horror, and Mind Control. If any of that bothers you then turn back now. If not, enjoy.

Elements of this story were influenced by GigglingGoblin. A special thanks to JonB1969 for his editing and to David for feedback. It’s been a rough year with the passing of my fifteen year old dog. RIP Damen

*****

Prologue – Succubus Inquisition Story Arc Two

A deep-throated voice spoke within his mind.

So… You thought you saved the world by vanquishing the queen bee, the succubus from another plane of existence. You’ve spent months rounding up her creations…cleaning up the mess and rebuilding…

You have never been so wrong. There’s something you need to see before you’ll believe…

The bald monk felt pressure behind his tired eyes. His vision got fuzzy, at the same time as he felt light headed. Time and space rushed before Athanatos’ eyes, before the bald, tattooed monk passed out. He didn’t even feel the impact onto the ground as he collapsed. The effect continued within his head, just like his visions, months ago, of the past. Only this time, he didn’t return to a past memory. Instead, he was a spectator to a time and place he did not recognize.

The monk floated in the air as the environment changed to a lush jungle. His spirit rushed forward into the earth as darkness enveloped him. Yet before he had any time to worry, his vision cleared and he watched a man he had not seen for a long time – since before the Monk Order collapsed at the hands of the red-skinned succubus.

* * * * * *

A blond haired man wearing a leather-brimmed hat stood calmly in front of an ancient relic. His strong features were posed in deep concentration. The man wore a cloth tunic, underneath leather-padded armor with chain mail laced throughout it, an old sword within a custom made sheath strapped to his waist, and a satchel over his shoulder, the strap wrapped around his body and slung over his shoulder, around his neck.

His crystal blue eyes scanned the room. The stone walls were crumbling, wrecked by decay. Arn Magson had disabled countless traps before reaching his goal. Weeks of studying had prepared him for most of them.

The golden relic had been carved into the shape of a powerful dragon. It dated back to a time when the winged beasts were rumored to have lived. Arn didn’t believe the legends that his mentors told him.

Speaking of his mentors, Arn had been raised by monks. While not being a monk himself, they treated him as one of their own.

He had been dropped off as a child. The monks had grown attached to him and decided to keep him around. One respected monk named Athanatos had convinced the others that Arn should be allowed to pick his own destiny. The monk that never seemed to age had trained him to fight with honor, had taught him to never unsheathe his sword, unless his cause would be both justifiable and honorable.

The monks cherished all forms of history, written most of all. Arn enjoyed researching with them, but desired to touch as well. That’s how he became their treasure hunter, if you will. He loved discovering all the facts about an object and then uncovering its location before delving for it. Nothing felt better than holding a delicate piece of history between his hands.

That’s how he came to be within an ancient temple buried beneath the earth.

The blond-haired man studied the statue’s base. It sat on a slightly raised piece of stone – one of those pressure plates, from what he could tell. That worried him, because he couldn’t find any trap that it might set off. All of the others had been clearly defined – step here, set this off and so forth. This civilization had been so ancient that their name had been unpronounceable to Arn. Not even his mentors could come up with something that would have even been considered a decent attempt.

The temple had been built with huge stone blocks that would have taken a hundred or more men to move. It made him wonder if those winged beasts had actually existed, after all. He could imagine them dragging the large blocks – if they had existed.

An hour passed without Arn even realizing, and yet he still couldn’t figure out the device the relic sat on. He considered himself clever, and didn’t want to just blindly pick up the object. Sweat began to form on his brow as he spent another hour searching around the circular room. Arn removed his hat and wiped the sweat from his skin, before gümüşhane escort smoothing back his hair and replacing the hat. For all intents and purposes the room appeared to be solid. No hidden arrows, waiting for him to set them off. No windows or air shafts.

Just a perfectly circular room. Carved out of stone.

After having inspected the walls, he paid more attention to the pillar itself. The pillar had grooves in its base that matched a design. No not design, the floor appeared as if it would open up into a pattern that would fit those grooves. So the pillar descended into the floor. That meant countless things. It could simply lower itself for protection. Or spit out a mist of acidic gas. Or do both of those things.

The statue’s pillar stood erected in the room’s center with three feet between itself and the only door. He knew he couldn’t just pick up the artifact and walk/run out. Nor could he swap it out with a bag of sand. He had tried just that a few times in the past. It never worked out. An idea came to him that felt so crazy that it just might work.

Arn walked over to his bag of tricks. OK, it just had tools and rope. He emptied the bag and began setting up. Outside of the room were two mounted torches, one of each side of the doorway. Arn tied a rope to each of them. The other end of one rope he tied tightly around the raised pressure plate. The other he left some slack as he very carefully tied it around the statue.

The only thing he could hear was the heavy pounding of his heart. To say he felt nervous would be an understatement. If he simply pulled on the rope the statue wouldn’t make it to him. He didn’t want to watch it shatter into a thousand pieces. Slowly he walked away from the room, remembering a trap he had dismantled before. Arn gathered pieces of wood and fastened the rope’s slack to produce a masterpiece.

The six foot tall man took a step back and admired the contraption that looked like a child had constructed it. Sweat felt like it poured from everywhere, leaving him soaked as he almost second guessed himself.

Arn kicked the wooden device, which caused the rope to slingshot towards him. The second the golden relic left the pressure plate, the other rope tightened. The torch mount didn’t last long as the old device collapsed. The pillar fell into the ground. At the same time a cloud of yellow gas shot up into the room.

The artifact launched toward him alarmingly fast. Arn’s bright blue eyes bulged as he jumped backwards, catching the relic and sliding slowly to a stop, the leather hat flying off his head. With the golden dragon safely in his arms, he reached for his hat. A mechanism within the wall clanked as an unseen door plummeted towards the ground. He grabbed the hat and pulled back just as the large stone crashed into place.

The treasure hunter examined the hat to find its front brim to be missing.

He sighed. “My favorite hat.”

The man placed the ruined hat back upon his head and secured the relic within his now empty bag. With the bag firmly strapped around his shoulder he turned for the exit.

Arn almost tripped and fell, as the temple shook violently. He turned just as the antechamber’s wall caved in. Another fail safe? Without the wall blocking his view the man watched as the ceiling within that room crushed each fallen piece of stone from the wall. The pillar had descended into the floor as the room had been sealed, then destroyed. But the temple didn’t stop shaking. Arn held onto his hat this time as he bolted for the exit.

The entire temple began to collapse around him.

He ran without any regard to his ‘alterations’ to the temple’s traps. Arn ran through his countermeasures, causing small darts and weapons to fly out all around him. A spike of pain shot up his spine as he kept running, ducking, dodging along the way. A beam of light became his entire world as he ran towards it. The floor underneath him buckled, causing him to falter before jumping.

Arn launched himself out of the temple entrance, just as the place imploded behind him. A cloud of thick dust exploded out after him, coating everything in white filth. A neigh shocked the adrenaline fueled man as he looked up to see a prickly bush.

“Hi, boy. You need a bath!” The horse nudged Arn with its nose as it gave out another annoyed neigh. The fresh air blowing through his sweaty hair caused a sigh to escape his lips. “I really liked that hat.”

Arn looked around, hoping to see it laying there. He couldn’t help but think he had lost the hat at the last second as the temple collapsed. Finally he rose to his feet and shook the dust and cobwebs from his body. The faithful companion at his right sneezed and shook his own body.

“Stormbolt!” He cried out as he coughed from the thick cloud of dust that flew off the horse’s hide. Now Arn had to shake himself clean again, laughing hatay escort as he did.

A distant roar interrupted them as he turned and stared incredulously at the dust covered vegetation. Arn quickly examined Stormbolt as a jolt of pain shot out from his shoulder. It turned out that he had been the injured one. Something large had caught the scent of blood on the air.

The adrenaline caused by escaping the temple had worn off as panic slowly replaced it. He glanced between the giant sequoia trunks, attempting to figure which direction to go. With so much leaf volume he couldn’t see the sun. Small beams of light filtered through but he couldn’t figure out which direction was west. Truth be told, having heard the beast roar had been a blessing, because it had given away its element of surprise.

Direction could be figured out later. Escape had to come first.

The six foot treasure hunter pushed through the pain, now that he felt it, climbing up on to Stormbolt’s saddle. With a shout and a very light kick the horse bolted out of the area, just as a large beast burst from the shrubbery. Arn watched in horror as the orange furred creature roared before giving chase. The black stripes almost masked the beast’s bulging muscles. Arn kicked harder than he liked to, as desperation fueled by fear took over.

Under any other situation he would have admired the magnificent predator. Admiration didn’t matter when you were the prey, however. Stormbolt raced faster than Arn had ever felt before. Even so, the large tiger slowly gained on them. They raced against fate, pushing harder than ever. Stormbolt jumped over fallen trees and rocks without hesitation. The man upon its back would have been proud, if he hadn’t been preoccupied with watching the hungry cat. Drool foamed at the beast’s mouth as it flawlessly navigated its environment.

Suddenly Stormbolt reared up on his hind legs. They had charged to a dead end. A truly massive trunk barred their path. Arn had been caught off guard as he was thrown off the horse. He landed hard as he watched in horror as the tiger leaped overhead, slamming into Stormbolt. The leather saddle took the brunt of the blow as the horse bucked wildly.

One kick landed perfectly, snapping bones. The tiger howled in pain as it lashed out with swinging claws. The horse kept hopping whilst kicking. The injured predator kept its distance. A wound gushed blood at its right shoulder. Reduced to a limping crawl the tiger turned its focus towards Arn, whom currently laid upon his back.

Arn slowly rose to his feet, standing tall as his left hand gripped the sword on his right hip. With a deep breath he attempted to appear large and menacing. The hurt tiger couldn’t remain on all fours as it slowly approached him, growling with pain filled snarls.

“Don’t force my hand,” Arn spoke softly.

Part of him wanted the tiger to give up and run off. Another part wondered if it would be crueler to do so, with its broken shoulder blade. The predator got within distance and prepared to pounce. Arn sighed as he lowered his gaze to the ground, grip tightening.

The tiger leaped into the air as Arn took a step to the side, unsheathed his sword, swung it over his head and brought it down. Once his other hand closed below his left he put all his strength into the downward swing. The tiger flew past Arn, landing with a thud, missing its head.

A wave of guilt had come and gone as Arn cleaned his sword with a leaf and returned it to its sheath. Stormbolt finally calmed down enough for Arn to check his wounds. Luckily the leather saddle had truly shielded the steed, as only three shallow cuts had pierced its hide. Crystal blue eyes stared into Stormbolt’s brown with a smile. They had both survived.

Arn pulled a small dagger hidden within the saddle and cut the ruined leather off. That would allow the small cuts to breathe without chaffing. Once that had been completed he returned the dagger and climbed up onto Stormbolt’s back.

From there, they turned to home.

Over the course of three days they traveled without incident. The moment the familiar green valley came into view, Arn felt a warm joyfulness fill his heart. Wind caused the oceans of green grass to undulate in waves. Even Stormbolt quickened his pace, feeling closer to home.

The bubble of safety popped as they reached the hill’s peak, in view of the monastery.

The once ancient building that many called home sat in ruins. Only a few walls remained standing. Arn’s jaw dropped. Bodies covered from head to toe in bright shining metal armor littered the entire field. For a moment he felt hope since he didn’t see monks laying among the dead. He whipped the reins, causing Stormbolt to charge for the ruined building.

Arn leaped from his horse as they came to the monastery. He ran forward, eyes bulging as he cried out, spun around and fell to his knees.

Within ısparta escort the ruins he saw all of his friends. Those that raised him. His only family – all dead! All that mattered to him had been ripped from his chest. He sat there crying with his hands covering his face, afraid to look back.

Stormbolt came over and nudged his shoulder. Arn looked up, eyes bloodshot and watery. He didn’t know how to go on. Everything he lived for had been in that building. His horse impatiently stamped the ground with a hoof, and Arn knew exactly what he had to do.

He crafted a makeshift sled for Stormbolt to pull and began pulling his family from the rubble. Each time the sled was filled up, he took them to their graveyard. Slowly he dug graves. At first he tried a single grave for each, but after a while he couldn’t close his fists. Pain shot up his spine as he overextended his shoulder. Arn reached over his right shoulder with his left hand. It came back covered in dirty blood. The wound from the jungle had torn open.

Forced to take a break and address the wound, he cleaned it as best he could and patched it.

A few minutes later Arn decided to dig a mass grave. His body ached and rebelled but he kept digging. Time felt like it dragged on as he pushed his body beyond its limit. The sunset melted the bright sky into a fiery canvas as he carefully placed each body within the earth.

Sadly, he couldn’t get to all of them. With how his muscles ached he just couldn’t move some of the chunks of debris. By night fall even Stormbolt had had enough. With trembling hands Arn removed his steed’s saddle, followed by his sword. Heartbroken, with wet eyes, he struggled to create a small fire, before collapsing down near his horse. He tossed and turned the entire night, not able to sleep. Every howl of the wind sounded like angry cries of the fallen.

By sunrise he forced his stressed body to begin filling in the mass grave with dirt. His right shoulder felt tight but otherwise better than he expected. He had gotten all of his family that he could find. Athanatos had not been among them. He hoped against all odds that the man he respected most among them all had survived the tragedy.

Hours later his stomach grumbled, but they were out of food. He thought back to the large cat, left for nature. So much meat. It caused his belly to grumble more. Arn would have to go into the town of Easthallow. He fastened his sword belt around his waist as he hoped the town hadn’t befallen the same fate.

The monks had always kept to themselves, and in return, had been left alone. The locals believed they were peaceful religious worshipers. They had no idea of the monks’ special form of communication. Not like that mattered now. Arn had never learned the secret dream walking that Athanatos spoke fondly about.

It didn’t take long to reach the town. Stormbolt recognized the route and quickened his pace. When the two trotted into the town square, one thing caught his eye right away. The famous gallows – that honestly kept the peace by being a deterrent – had been destroyed. But the rest of the buildings seemed to be intact. The market place especially carried on as it always had.

Arn made his way to the tavern. Or rather, Stormbolt did. The animal could smell food, and wanted it. The two of them had developed a deep bond over the years. They knew each other, and Arn only needed to provide slight nudges rather than hard whips or kicks. The blond haired man wouldn’t have it any other way. He couldn’t imagine issuing commands by pain.

The two-story building came into view as Stormbolt gave a playful neigh, having spotted his meal. Arn couldn’t hold back his smile, even though his thoughts were filled with painful regret. If only he had been there to help his family, they might still be alive. Or he’d be dead along with them.

Villagers whispered as he passed by. Arn pretended not to notice, but he could hear them. They questioned where he came from. If he had been part of the large army that vanished. He could understand why they’d think he belonged to an army, with the way his armor had been designed. Yet the whispers peaked his interest. At the monastery there were armored men scattered around the valley. Arn had left them there; without the strength or food to remain at the site, he couldn’t bury them all. He had given a proper burial to those that raised him. But honestly he couldn’t bring himself to do the same to those that apparently had killed his family.

He would just have to ask the innkeeper inside the two-story stone walled building named The Mossy Log. Stormbolt came to a stop and stomped his hooves as a young man filled a bucket with feed. Arn swung his leg across and descended to the ground. He lightly wrapped the reins around the post, knowing Stormbolt wouldn’t wander off. The solid oak door opened wide as two patrons exited. Arn nodded in passing as he slipped inside before the door closed.

Fine crafted tables and chairs were positioned around the room with a bar surrounding the door to the kitchen. Slowly Arn’s eyes adjusted to the low light. Several of the townsfolk were clustered around the bar. The conversations here weren’t whispered. In fact the loud shouts echoed around the room, stinging his ears.

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“That’s it darling,” Lydia murmured into Michael’s ear. The large man on top of her sped up and, his cock growing, drove chills into her spine.

She was close. The goddess wrapped her legs around her partner’s strong waist and held onto his neck, awaiting the fast-approaching orgasm.

Thirty-eight years had not dampened the lust they had for each other in the least. Instead, it matured from the initial youthful flame, fostered through their decades-long trials. And this despite Lydia’s permanent physical appearance. Something that had plagued a large part of her life.

Michael never cared, but the pressure in their earlier years was undeniable. Thankfully, that weight irrevocably lessened as he grew older. As he outwardly fit her own aesthetics and those around them eased their hidden words and stares.

It didn’t matter how many blind eyes they turned, the implicit freedom helped them reach a deeper and stronger connection than ever before. Every year they would find a new angle to their love neither thought possible, and every year their need to consume each other grew.

Though she had to admit, he had also become a far cry from the emaciated nineteen-year-old that saved her. Stronger, wider… more experienced.

Lydia gave a muffled moan as Michael assaulted all her right spots incessantly. When it got to be too much and she came, he immediately hugged her head into his chest.

They couldn’t let the neighbors hear such abasement from the goddess’s tent.

She screamed and moaned into sweaty, muscled skin while her love filled her, and her body twitched.

Panting, the couple dropped side by side on the bed used for patients before she cuddled on his side.

“We need to get ready,” Lydia said, enjoying Michael’s wild smell.

“Can’t we just take a break today? It’s not like they’ve needed your services since the move.”

“Emotional support is need enough.” Lydia caressed his hair. “They’re skittish, they need some sort of balance.”

Michael sighed but didn’t say more, instead pushing his head harder against her hand and hugging her body.

Already some clamoring could be heard outside. Mostly people laughing and playing about as a big feast was being prepared for her appearance. There wasn’t much to do besides since they were still in the middle of moving the village deeper into Empryon. Away from the wall where the empress appeared. Where the emperor died.

What a mess, Lydia thought as she moved a hand over her womb, trying to feel the warmth of semen inside. Knowing full well that nothing would grow from it. She wondered for the millionth time if bringing their son here had been the correct choice.

It had seemed to be for quite a few years. He was safe, happy, and on his way to becoming as good as his mother. But something had broken him. Something inside this supposed paradise had snuffed out his light and fire. No pleading or badgering, no amount of care was ever enough to return it. Neither from her nor Michael.

Now the outside world they had left behind had come knocking in one of the worst ways possible.

Michael’s broad hand suddenly covered her own, right over her stomach.

“He’ll be fine. Whatever happens, this is the last place that could possibly fall. None from the outside would allow an invasion so easily.”

Lydia understood as much. Maybe more so than Michael did, but…

“I still can’t help but worry,” she said.

Michael lazily rubbed her hand a few times, his warm breath flowing onto her scalp. He was preparing his next words; it was painfully obvious. Lydia was already sighing when her love spoke.

“He’ll be safe in here,” he said, “but if he joins the prince’s band, danger will come directly for him.”

“Do you think my answers will be any different than yesterday or the day before?” Lydia asked, hoping that he would drop the topic so they could relax for a few minutes longer before the event.

“That’s what I don’t understand,” Michael took his hand away and set it at his side, “you say you’re worried, yet instead of pushing our son away from the perils of the outside you push him towards them.”

“Leaving him alone, helpless, is not the way to do things Michel. Neither is spoiling him. I sometimes think we did too much of it and now look where he’s at.”

“He is not helpless, he has us. His parents. The ones that are supposed to safeguard their child?” Michael angrily waved his hand in the space above them, “And don’t give me that ‘he’s an adult’ dribble. You and I both know this surpasses everyday responsibilities. For the sake of the stars, he isn’t even in the Protos rank.”

Whatever peace Lydia had managed to accommodate was gone. She sat up in exasperation and began to look for her clothes.

“I’ll spell it out for you one more time,” she said. “First, he will not come with us, you won’t convince him otherwise.”

“You don’t know tha–“

“Second, let’s say we somehow did manage to bring him with us, and the problems mercifully zonguldak escort passed us by. Do you think he’ll change? No. He’ll cling to us and remain a deadbeat.”

Lydia found her upper garments and slipped them on.

“Third, and I know it pains you to hear me say it and I’m sorry, but we all die at some point. Even starchildren. What matters is how we spend our time. That is not a belief, reincarnation is real, and our actions are tallied.”

“Then I want you to look at your actions,” Michael said angrily as he stood, using his starlight infused vision to easily find his clothing in the dark. “If he dies out there, it’ll be on you.”

Lydia could have defended herself. Countered argued. Yet she simply stared at the vicinity of Michael’s voice, knowing he could see her tears in the dark but gaining comfort in the shadows regardless.

When he didn’t say anything more, she turned to find the rest of her clothing, hoping he’d help her. He didn’t. He just pushed through the flap to their tent and left.

“Stars damn him,” Lydia whispered to herself. She pushed her full concentration into finding her clothes and putting the garments on instead of letting the bile stinging her chest take over her mind.

Perhaps we should go see our son. That will reveal to him the truth more than anything I–

A flash of blood-red covered Lydia’s tent for a split second, right behind it ear-splitting thunder.

“Michael!” she screamed.

“I got it!” his voice rushed from the outside and then in a louder, starlight infused yell, “Everyone gather at the center of the camp now!”

Lydia was already halfway out the tent. Like a flock of sheep, every villager followed Michael’s instructions. The children being pulled along roughly by their mothers, men either huddling their family or combining efforts to help the elderly reach their destination faster.

“How long?” Lydia asked as she joined him.

“Whenever,” Michael said. The couple stood right in front of the growing group of people while he had his arms extended with clasped hands, a faint white light gaining strength every second.

“Goddess!” a man came rushing, “there’s still some people asleep in the tents!”

Before even thinking to say something, Lydia began to move when Michael stopped her with one hand, the other holding the skill he was about to unleash.

“You leave now, and everyone will die!”

“Let me go!” Lydia grunted and with a starlight infused pull freed herself, running toward her protégé.

“Lydia!”

The starchild was deaf to his calls. Her mind had narrowed her thoughts to near emptiness but for one phrase: Save her subjects by any means necessary.

Lydia reached the first, still occupied tent and was about to yell at its occupant to rise when a shockwave of insane magnitude buffeted the forest with such speed and strength that she had no time to brace herself. Her body was ripped from the ground along with trees, tents, and everyone still asleep.

In a rush of self-preservation, she managed to snatch a second of clarity and ran starlight through her body to raise her defenses high enough to withstand every pummel, crash, and strike. Sometimes from the ground, sometimes from an ill-timed trunk, and sometimes with the body of an already dead villager.

When the invisible wave finally spat her out, she fell rolling before coming to a complete stop.

Bruises marred her skin, but nothing to impede movement, and so Lydia stood with shaky breath.

The surroundings had been completely obliterated. What was a lush forest was now barren but for some tree stumps and the scattered aftermath of the impromptu disaster. And right between the parting dust clouds lay a golden bubble shield protecting Michael and a handful of villagers, most who had been surrounding him gone.

She had failed.

Michael quickly released his ability and rushed to her, leaving the catatonic group surrounding him.

“Lydia? Lydia!”

She couldn’t answer. Almost no one was left. Three adults, two elders, one child. It wasn’t even a fifth of her subjects.

“Hey!” Michael shook her shoulders forcefully, bringing some of the starchild’s wits back.

“Focus on our next step,” he said with a tone befitting a solider, taking only the mission into account. “We need to get them to the next village.”

Lydia blinked several times, looking into her lover’s eyes. Tears threatened to come out along with an anguished wail, but he was right. She couldn’t fail those who were left too.

With a numb nod, Lydia walked to the survivors.

“We need to leave,” she said, putting on a mask of confidence and consolation through sheer force of will. “You’ll all be safe once we–“

“Ma’?” the child, a boy of barely five years, called in innocent query while looking around. “Mommy?”

Lydia felt another shockwave explode, only this time inside of her. Her vision blackened for a split second fethiye escort and her legs lost strength, but before she fell Michael grabbed her.

“Can you take care of him?” he asked the remaining adults.

“Come here, your mommy probably went ahead,” said the only female adult that had survived.

Lydia shut off the rest of words exchanged between Michael and the villagers. She knew he could guide them, and simply left her head buried in his chest. Letting the beat of his heart dictate her focus inside the dark.

Mercifully, he allowed her to remain as such for several minutes.

When the group finally began to move, Lydia remained beside him, holding onto his arm like the motherless boy was holding onto the woman, ignoring all the broken bodies that laid right at the corner of her eyes.

———-

“Just give them a kick, why in the stars do we have to wait?” a man with a gruff voice said.

“Patience, they’ll come around eventually,” said another with an elegant tone.

Nora awoke to two men conversing a few feet from her but made no move except pretend to sleep. If the ritual worked then hopefully the surge of power snapped Roesia out of her supercharged state. The problem was the medical attention she would need.

It’s possible that she and Yvain got sent to the dungeons entrance together, in which case he could maybe help her, but it could go either way with how whimsical the natural energies could be.

The question now was, who were these men? At most, only those near the location of where the dungeon was created could have been sucked in.

“What did I tell you?” the more sophisticated voice said, then to Nora, “We know you’re awake.”

Her bluff being called, not too unexpectedly, Nora quickly rolled backwards from her supine state and rose, ready to fight. The men made no move to attack though. A good thing, because they would have found her to be easy prey as her mind lapsed.

He’s a dragon too. The smaller man of the two, the one with the calming voice, had impressive horns on him along with a powerful tail–both pitch black to the point that no light seemed to bounce off them. His garments were a combination of pelts around his shoulders and armor of mute colors that put her ex-husbands custom made equipment to shame.

He was a subject she had never seen before, and she knew every single being living under her and Mitrel’s rule.

“Who are you?” Nora asked, but in the next instant the smaller man was hugging her. She struggled to free herself from his embrace but couldn’t budge the arms surrounding her one bit. The hold didn’t last long though.

He pulled back, holding her by the shoulders, and scanned her from head to toe with a warm smile.

“That is a valid question, firefly. I’m afraid I can’t answer it though.” He then released her and moved to stand next to his larger companion before pointing to the side with his chin, “You should wake your friend.”

Said friend was none other than Elly. She was still unconscious, sprawled on the ground defenseless.

What in the stars was happening? Nora had little experience with being challenged to Godless trials. As in, her ex-husband was the very first to do so. Yet the theory was that the challenged starchild would always appear by themselves inside the dungeon’s core, made to wait for the challenger to arrive. Why were there so many people here?

Nora took stock of her surroundings as she walked close to Elly. Just like last time, her home could be seen in the far distance. Only, no destruction could be found and instead of a forest, wide planes of flowing grass extended in all directions beneath a cloudy and blue sky.

Sending some starlight into her hand, she touched the large woman’s head and sent a weak shock.

Elly grunted, her muscles slightly convulsing as her eyes groggily opened.

“Couldn’t just shake my shoulders?”

“We have company,” Nora said seriously.

Elly’s guard came up even before the starchild finished her words, making the same move as her and rolling backwards before rising.

“Look at those instincts! How hasn’t she been bred yet?” the larger man said with a disappointed shake of his head. This one wore more than just some pelts around his shoulders. His whole attire was made of them. Colors and material Nora had never seen. All organized into a pattern that gave him a wild, barbaric aura. He was also taller and wider than Elly…with simple, ivory horns coming out of his head with a curve before entering a straight line.

A bull and a dragon? That wasn’t possible. Each race was so apart from each other that entertaining the idea of companionship was unheard off. One was cattle, the other a hunter.

That was Nora’s first reaction at least. On deeper inspection though, the bull was far from food.

“Isn’t it obvious?” said the dragon. “I doubt there are that many suitors, if any.”

“I’m right here, aren’t I?” The alanya escort bull began to move toward Elly but was stopped by the other with a hand on his chest.

“Your time’s past, she isn’t yours to take.”

Nora was ready to defend Elly if need be. Contrary to his rough look though, the bull just sighed dejectedly and pulled back.

“You’re lucky, miss,” he said, piercing Elly with a fervent look, “I’d have you popping out calves all year-round.”

The dragon rolled his eyes, “Did that actually work in your time?”

“I made it work,” the bull said with a calm nod, still eating Elly with his gaze.

Surprisingly enough, the large woman didn’t react to the man’s advances. She altogether ignored both men once they showed no hostility and addressed Nora.

“How do we get out of here?”

“We don’t,” Nora said. “All we can do is wait for Yvain to reach us.”

“Not quite. We–“

“Who are you again?” Elly asked the dragon threateningly.

“Oh stars,” the bull moaned. He only had eyes for Elly. Nora looked away in disgust when a tent began to form on the pelt covering his crotch.

The dragon only sighed. “How about you just call us thing one and thing two? Or whatever name you think fitting. We’re here for one thing, taking you to Yvain.”

“How about dumb,” Elly looked to the bull, “and dumber?” The bull burst out laughing; his thick, black beard shaking merrily.

“How are we supposed to trust you?” Nora forcefully interjected through the raucous laugh, “Neither of you should even be here.”

“More valid points, firefly,” the dragon said with a reserved smile.

“Willingly or unwillingly,” the bull began, “you’re both coming with us either way.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Elly said, preparing to attack.

Nora, on the other hand, took stock of the strangers. Or to be more accurate, tried to think on the pros and cons of trying to escape versus following them. The beings coolly standing in front of her were… unfathomable. It was the first time she had experience such a feeling.

If someone was below her, she could tell. If someone was above her, she could tell. But these two, she couldn’t get a read. It made her anxious, it created a sense of eerie dread she couldn’t shake off. Was that why Elly so foolishly attempted to antagonize them? She should be able to at least tell she was outclassed.

One twitch from Yvain’s master, a single inching of her leg about to begin movement was all it took for the bull to phase out and into existence, holding Elly on his shoulder like a tense hemp sack.

“I can’t speak for him,” the dragon said, “but I won’t treat you as such as long as you let me guide you.”

“Release me!” Elly roared and became a whirlwind of limbs striking whatever they could reach. The bull simply laughed even through the elbows landing on his face, his trunk of an arm solidly holding her up in the air.

“…Fine then,” Nora said, not having much of a choice.

The dragon’s shoulders visibly relaxed.

“Come then, let’s make our way.”

———-

Nelimir wondered, not for the first time, if he should have accepted his role as the future king. Maybe some real change could have been made from there. With his mother’s support, with the support of the kingdom, with Yvain as his right-hand man, he could have begun to plant the seeds of change that would transform his country for the better.

The thought led to the same place as it always did.

Impossible.

His father wouldn’t have allowed it even after stepping down. Whatever resources that could be available would only remain as so while following the set narrative. Such a debilitating current would stop any push for reform.

His only choice had been to leave everything behind and carve a new path. Yet so far, the guild had been stuck in Empryon for two years while bickering constantly, and his right-hand man was lost between the legs of a goddess that had threatened their leader’s life.

Nelimir was no closer to uniting anyone than when he left Allsworth. No closer to finding his fiancée.

Now a stranger was petting his head.

He hadn’t even bothered to open his eyes. Neither did he get up or stop them. He was too tired to care, and they didn’t seem to have ill intentions.

Regardless, the guild needed him. He didn’t understand what had happened, but it was obvious that Roesia was in trouble. And after that huge flash of light, it was up for grabs the health of the rest.

Time to work.

“I’ll have to ask you to st–“

Nelimir opened his eyes and found Haradriel smiling down on him. His mouth took fish form and flopped stupidly in an ineffective attempt to form words.

“You are finally awake,” his lost fiancée said as if she hadn’t disappeared from his life for almost a decade.

Nelimir abruptly rose, looking at his ex-lover all the while. She was wearing the same otherworldly clothing made out of green and nature, which gave the elf a modernized rustic look, as when he last saw her. Her hair was in a familiar pinned up position with streams falling haphazardly around her cheeks too. It was almost like she was plucked out of the past and placed before him.

“Where have you been?”

No, that wasn’t right.

“Why did you leave me?”

More and more questions amassed behind Nelimir’s teeth.

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Spacegirl Lisa flicked the switch and green light from the display in front of her flooded the small room. The readings made her happy. Nothing at all in the vicinity, so she could relax for a while.

She put the ship on autopilot and went back to her cabin, stifling a yawn. These solo flights were boring her, but they did provide a comfortable living.

A quick glance in the mirror brought a smile to her lips. Her latest bioengineered augmentations had turned out quite well. With these new procedures there was no need for surgical scars or foreign objects to be implanted in your body. You simply rearranged a few things in your genetic makeup and the body would over the course of a few months adapt to whatever look you wanted. She’d gone for a set of round, firm DD-cup tits. Her flat stomach and toned muscles were a result of her rigorous training exercises though and she was quite proud that she did not need to have that done at the clinic.

She had also had her skins pigmentation genetically altered, so it was glowing with a rich tan that would have taken many hours of sunbathing to achieve normally. Something quite hard to do in outer space. Her blonde hair was a striking contrast to her tanned skin.

Being self absorbed like this in front of the mirror was nothing new to her, she’d learned to love herself and to make love to herself on these long flights alone in space. Luckily she had many toys at her disposal. A hyper-active sex drive was common among the deepspace pilots, or so she’d heard at least. She felt the moistness between her legs as she was looking at her flawless body.

Meanwhile, the green display in the cockpit flickered for a second, advising of an approaching object, but before the audio alarm was activated, the object disappeared on screen and the blinking stopped.

Lisa was on her back on her bed now, rubbing at her clit, her eyes closed. Her smooth and hairless pussy felt so good to her touch. She hated shaving down there, so she’d just had all her body hair genetically removed.

She reached below her bed and pulled out her box of toys. With a horny grin, she rummaged through the different dildos, anal plugs, vibrators, nipple clamps and various other items before she chose a pale, 10 inch dildo. She had to admit, she liked them big.

After generously lubing up all of her selected toy, she pressed the tip against her wet opening and it slid inside easily. It only took a few strokes before it was buried almost to the hilt. She started pushing it in and out faster and faster, the wet slurping sounds of the lube and her juices exciting her even more. She began moaning and breathing heavily, completely lost in the sensation of the huge toy making it’s way up her tight pussy.

Outside her ship, a large black shape suddenly manifested itself right next to the airlock, and slowly, it inched it’s way closer to the hatch until it latched onto the outside of her ships hull with a faint metallic clang.

Lisa had attached her toy to the table, using the suction cup at the base to make it stand upright, lewdly dripping with lube and her own juices, before she lowered her hungry pussy onto it and started riding it hard. She was screaming as her thighs smacked against the table and the huge toy went deep inside her, so she didn’t notice the noise as her airlocks hatch opened and closed.

“Yes, yes! Fuck me!” She screamed as she bounced up and down on the big toy, totally oblivious to the two figures standing in the doorway, watching her. She had her eyes closed and was nearing an orgasm when she finally heard steps approaching her. She half fell, half tumbled off the toy, making giresun escort it swing back and forth on it’s suction cup as it plopped out of her pussy.

She didn’t get far though, before her arms were grabbed. She tried to wrestle free, but the beings were very strong and quite capable of holding her between them without much effort. Her panic subsided slightly and she was able to finally take in what the creatures looked like. They were about as tall as herself and clearly humanoid. Their skin was a kind of a dull silver. They appeared to be naked and she realized they looked a lot like mannequins. They were both female with tits almost as big as hers and unlike a mannequin, they clearly had pussies.

“It seems like we found a horny specimen, Simi,” one of the creatures said. Her voice was clear and perfectly understandable to Lisa.

“Yes indeed Suki, and a very pretty specimen too,” Simi replied, looking up and down Lisa’s naked body with an appreciative nod.

“Just relax, human girl. We are not going to hurt you. We just want to keep you aboard our ship as our sex slave to use whenever we want to in whatever way we want to. We will compensate you for your time of course and give you your very own spaceship when one year has passed,” Suki said.

“What are you insane? Let me go right now!” Lisa shouted, struggling futilely against the strong hands holding her arms.

Suki and Simi both laughed. “That’s what they all say at first and then after their year has passed, they beg us to let them stay longer.”

Suki stepped behind Lisa and grabbed the arm Simi was holding. “Give her a little taste of what is to come Simi,” she said with a smile.

Simi ducked down between Lisa’s wet thighs and started licking at her juicy pussy. It only took a few seconds before Lisa was moaning and writhing in pleasure. This girl knew how to eat pussy and her tongue was amazing, long and flexible, yet soft and smooth at the same time.

“Do you like it, human girl?” Suki asked her with a grin.

Lisa had lost all her will to resist and could only moan in response.

Simi kept eating her pussy until she’d had at least three orgasms and Lisa was just a piece of putty in their hands now. They helped her up and made her sit on the bed.

Suki glanced over at the toy still standing erect on the table. “It seems you like to have your holes filled also, would you like us to help you with that, human girl?”

Lisa had regained her composure somewhat and was just incredibly horny now. “Oh yes, please! But stop calling me human girl, my name is Lisa,” she laughed.

Suki smiled. “Ok, Lisa it is.” She closed her eyes and seemed to concentrate for a moment and before Lisa’s eyes, Suki’s silvery pussy transformed into a cock, that just seemed to grow and grow until it was about 9 inches long and 2 wide.

Suki looked down at her new appendage. “Is this size satisfactory Lisa, or do you want it bigger?”

Lisa gasped. “Ohh a little bigger please!” She licked her lips and grinned hornily, watching the huge cock in front of her grow even more. It stopped at 12 inches and 2½ wide.

Suki raised an eyebrow. “Big enough now?”

“Yes, lets start with that,” Lisa said, smiling up at her new friends. “So how do you want to do me?”

“Get on your hands and knees on the bed Lisa. I will take you from behind, it’s what your kind call doggy style I think. I still haven’t found out why you call it that,” Suki said, climbing up on the bed next to Lisa.

Lisa laughed, “Well that’s kind of a long story.” She got on her hands and knees and arched yalova escort her back, making her ass stick up high. She looked back over her shoulder at Suki. “So are you going to fuck me or just stand there?”

Suki just smiled and eased the tip of her massive cock into Lisa’s tight pussy. “You must let me know if I move too fast Lisa, we do not wish any harm to come to our slaves.”

“Yes, yes I will. Just ram it in there already!” Lisa said impatiently, trying to push back on the massive dong making it’s way up her pussy. It was warm like a real cock, but felt slightly different. It was rigid, but soft at the same time, like nothing she had ever experienced.

Suki had gotten a firm grip around Lisa’s waist and was stuffing inch after inch of her monster rod into the hungry pussy in front of her. When she had it buried to the hilt, she began moving it back and forth slowly, being careful not to be too rough on their new sex slave, at least not until she knew what she could handle.

“Oh yes! Fuck my pussy harder! Harder!” Lisa screamed, trying to impale herself on Suki’s huge cock, gripping the bed sheets until her knuckles turned white.

“A very horny specimen indeed,” Suki laughed and increased the pace she was thrusting into Lisa’s pussy, her hips smacking into Lisa’s ass. She would have pushed the girl off the bed with her thrusts if she hadn’t had a secure grip around her waist.

Simi stood next to the bed and enjoyed watching her friend fuck this sexy human slut. She reached out and started caressing Lisa’s big tits, twisting and pinching the nipples gently. She had always been into tits and this girl had the sexiest pair she’d ever seen.

Lisa came in an explosive orgasm, but Suki just kept on fucking her, not missing a beat as the girl writhed and moaned in pleasure. Finally she pulled out and Lisa slumped forward, panting and sweating.

“This may turn out to be our best catch ever,” Suki said with a smile and went up in front of Lisa, her slippery cock dangling between her legs, still fully erect. “Now suck it Lisa, taste your own juices. Simi, try our new slaves ass, we have to make sure she can take it in all her holes.”

Simi grinned and nodded and closed her eyes for a second and right away, a cock grew out where her pussy had been. It turned out to be a perfect replica of Suki’s. She climbed up behind Lisa and thrust in and out a few times of the sloppy pussy to get her cock lubed up for the slaves ass.

Lisa was still groggy from her amazing orgasm and didn’t realize what was going on, until she felt the tip of another rigid, yet soft, massive cock push against her tight ass. She began to moan and opened her mouth to protest, but that only led to Suki grabbing her hair and sliding her slick cock inside Lisa’s mouth. She had no choice but to suck it, as best she could.

“She has a very tight ass, but it seems quite compliant too,” Simi stated. “I think she has practiced with her toys a lot.”

“I’m sure she has,” Suki smiled, as she thrust her cock deep down Lisa’s throat. “She’s quite adept at sucking too. She’s definitely the best human specimen we’ve found.”

It was as if Lisa’s entire sensory apparatus was being overwhelmed. All she could think about was the massive cock fucking her in the ass and it’s exact twin pushing it’s way down her throat. She just wanted to be fucked, that’s all her mind could process. It was like an animal, instinct taking over and conscious thought taking the back seat.

She completely lost track of time, it was like a dream state, only she was pretty certain she was yozgat escort awake due to the sheer amount of sensation coming from her ass and mouth.

Suddenly, Simi’s rapid thrusting into her tight hole stopped and she felt the massive dong pull out. She was vaguely able to register what was going on around her again.

“It’s time for your last initial test Lisa, we will now fuck both your holes at the same time, a skill that our slaves must be able to manage,” Suki said in that matter-of-fact tone she tended to use.

Lisa gasped as Suki got on her back on the bed, those menacing 12 inches sticking straight up. Being double penetrated by these enormous cocks was something she wasn’t sure she could take.

“Hop on,” Suki grinned.

Before Lisa could do anything, she felt Simi grab her waist and effortlessly lift her up, holding her suspended above Suki’s cock. Slowly, she was lowered onto the huge rod and immediately started moaning as it made it’s way deep in her wet pussy.

Suki grabbed onto Lisa’s tits and started playing with her nipples, pinching them between her silvery fingers that felt warm and smooth against Lisa’s skin.

Lisa felt drunk, slightly disoriented and groggy all at the same time. However, all those feelings were overpowered by an immense lust and she had never felt as horny as right this moment. What she would find out later, was that all members of the vixxxen race, of which Suki and Simi belonged, could transfer a powerful aphrodisiac through skin to skin contact alone. In fact, her fate as a sex slave aboard a vixxxen ship had been sealed the moment they had grabbed her arms. If the recipient was already sexually aroused, it only enhanced the effect.

She was bouncing happily on Suki’s enormous rod, when Simi pushed her gently forwards and brought the tip of her cock against the tight hole she had fucked once already. Lisa took a deep breath and gasped when Simi plunged her massive dong inside. She could feel both the huge cocks rubbing against each other, only separated by a thin membrane. She moaned and writhed, but Suki had a firm grip on her tits and Simi on her waist, so she wasn’t going anywhere. Not that she wanted to, she was perfectly happy right here, sandwiched between her two future mistresses.

The next hour or so was a blur to Lisa, all she remembered was orgasm after orgasm until Suki and Simi finally pulled out of her sore and well-used holes. They placed her on her back on the bed and stood on either side of her, stroking their monster cocks until a gooey liquid erupted from the tips and splattered all over Lisa’s face and tits, some of it got on her lips and in her mouth too. It felt warm and sticky, but unlike human cum, it tasted quite sweet, almost like sugar. She licked her lips greedily, eager to get all of the sweet liquid. She wanted to suck the remaining liquid from their cocks too, but when she looked up, they had reverted into their original state and only a silvery pussy was all she could see

Suki and Simi smiled at her and Suki went to the door and picked up a bag Lisa hadn’t noticed before. It must have been one they had brought when they boarded her ship. From the bag, she pulled a collar with a long chain attached to it and still smiling, she placed the collar around Lisa’s neck.

“We are happy to say that you passed all our tests Lisa. From this day on and for the next year, you will be our sex slave and obey our every command, do you understand?” Suki said and lovingly stroked Lisa’s hair.

Lisa felt like she should have been afraid or apprehensive, but instead all she felt was extreme happiness and a sincere desire to please her new mistresses.

“I understand,” she said with a bright smile.

Suki smiled again. “Very well, let us show you your new quarters then.” She tugged at the chain connected to Lisa’s collar and started walking towards the airlock. Lisa followed her eagerly, admiring the shapely figure pulling her along.

To be continued…

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Final part of this commission! Nix succumbs to her own magic and grows bigger, as does Tania. More cum, inflation and expansion to finish things off. Enjoy!

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Her word around here was law, and the interruptions ceased as soon as they began. Trying to relax and let her wrath subside, she refocused on the task at hand: her orgasm. Looking back down at Tania, she gave her an amused smirk, the Elf having not noticed a single thing, brain-broken by her cocks and cum. Resuming her rampage, Nix regripped Tania’s hips, putting her all into fucking the Elven slut, reaming her, thumping herself against the fat ass in front of her. Cum continued to spill from their connected sexes, the floor utterly covered by the ball brew, the level of it rising steadily as more and more slimy seed fell onto it, her balls sloshing through the sea they created.

Cocks throbbing violently, they jackhammered relentlessly into and against Tania’s body. Her outer-member was fully engulfed by the Elf’s massive four tits, no longer visible around her face, her cock-pillows extending past her own visage. They hugged both of her monstrous appendages – the bulge in Tania’s stomach equally as smothered by the ginormous mounds of soft flesh – cushioning every inch of Nix’s pulsing plows they touched, which was the majority of them. The cock inside of Tania continued to pack her womb full of itself and further gouts of semen, her midsection inflated, widening her form until Tania in her entirety threatened to fall off the desk. She was turning into nothing more than hills and valleys of squishy flesh, exactly how her Mistress liked her!

Nix was going to attempt to cum again.

“G-Gonna cum,” she repeated in a breathy gasp, her nostrils flaring, “get, get ready for my load Tania!”

Tania moaned and weakly jiggled herself against her Mistress.

“P-Please…!”

That was all she managed to get out, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, her blue eyes constantly rolled into the back of her skull as her cunt squirted endlessly. She had lost all the strength in her limbs, her arms draped across her massive, dual-bust, her legs hanging off the desk, jostling only from the force of Nix’s powerful pistons; her whole body continued to squirm and writhe under the same outside pressure, her boundless flesh and squishy parts jiggling across the desk. Tania’s cunt was no longer able to tighten around her Mistress’s member either, as slack as it could be – which didn’t matter much considering the circumference of the cock clogging it – unleashing her cunt honey with each thrust, her painfully erect clit constantly grinding into the Succubus’s shaft.

Another deafening roar escaped Nix’s lips as she started to cum, her back-and-forth movements halting as she buried herself to the hilt inside of Tania as deeply as she could, their bodies pressed together, molded against one another. Every part of her tightened as she came, flexing and bulging like the entirety of her existence went into this one climax. Her cocks lurched violently inside and under Tania, straining themselves, the knotted veins fervently pulsing; her balls finally reached the floor, four immense globes wider than her own torso weighing her down, the suffocating scrotum stretched between and against her legs like the membrane of a Cloud Dragon’s wings.

There was a loud, wet splash of liquid on liquid as her cocks delivered their payloads.

In the same moment that Tania’s stomach suddenly ballooned, cum gushed from every corner and opening in her tits and torso, pressurized blasts of white seed spraying into the air like numerous geysers erupting at once. The torrent of semen coated everything around around them, falling back onto Tania’s body and positively saturating the Succubus’s voluptuous figure, consuming her from her black-and-red hair to her already-ankle-drowned feet at once, splashing off of her, sending strands and dregs further around the room; several jets of potency even flew out of the window behind the pair, running down the stonework of the building and staining the grass below it. Ceiling, walls, doors – it was all recoated in Nix’s powerful essence simultaneously, the sounds of the creamy fluid smacking against the various surfaces like the beat of a drummer in the midst of battle.

Letting out a muffled moan, Nix spat cum out of her mouth even as it was instantly refilled, her countenance coffined by her cascading concoction. Peeking through one eye she watched as her personal assistant’s abdomen grew and grew, spreading out across the desk as far as her tits did, this load even more grand and voluminous than her first, and only erzurum escort from one of her cocks! Tania’s giant tits were pushed upward by the bubbling expanse of her stomach, folding back in on themselves, excess titty-flesh collapsing onto her back and head, cum still ventilating from around them, her nipples nearly meeting across her figure. There was no stopping her bloating, gallon after gallon of awesome seed cramming into her, rearranging her organs and altering her body in ways it was never meant to be altered.

Crack!

Perking up, Nix searched frantically for the source of the noise, her first instinct leading her towards believing that Tania had somehow been actually damaged by her load or her cocks, something that hadn’t happened before – though it was quickly clear that wasn’t the case. The Elf was still cumming and moaning but now her body was beginning to sink towards the floor, bending against itself like something was sucking her up. The desk, shit! The weight of all of Nix’s semen and Tania’s expanding mass was breaking the desk in half, the tough obsidian demolished under the combined heft. Thinking quickly, wanting to avoid replacing the expensive piece of furniture or hurting Tania, she muttered a spell as quickly as she could; a shimmering portal appeared on the ground, one that looked similar to the one she entered this realm in. The desk disappeared along with a flood of the Succubus’s progeny that flowed into the mystical opening, Nix cutting off her words at the last minute before it consumed her assistant as well.

Nix wasn’t sure where it would all end up, but that was a problem for another time!

The moment the desk and gallons of Nix’s cum were removed from the office, Tania went hurtling towards the floor; she hit the ground with a resounding thud, the semen that replaced the amount racing through space and time providing a small cushion for her body. Her body provided the real cushioning however, her massive pairs of tits and inflated-gut landing long before she did, flattening for a moment before bouncing back up like they were made of rubber. All of the virility flowing inside of her kept her ass sticking up in the air, Nix barely having to move at all to re-bury herself as deeply as she was before, her stance only becoming slightly more hunched in the process.

Unperturbed at the destruction and potential loss of her desk, Nix carried on like nothing had happened. She continued to rut into the Elf shallowly, jerking her hips back and forth, drawing more cum from her over-bloated seed brewers and engorged members, her potent gunk splashing back onto like a pearlescent storm. Tired of spitting out her own milky essence, Nix began to swallow it instead, finding that option much more appealing, the taste of her own sexual refuse sweet on her tongue and warming her stomach. Through the one eye she managed to keep free of cum she watched Tania’s constant, steady expansion, nothing blocking the gigantic four tits path as they now consumed all the space in the entire room.

Seemingly at random, Nix’s orgasm intensified like she was cumming for the first time in weeks. The blasts launching themselves through Tania’s womb and against its back wall were pushing her flesh outward in swirling, gurgling pillars, extensive expanses of skin that looked like Greg’s tentacles were trying to escape her body. More and more salty-sweet sperm drenched Nix, the Succubus too lost in the growth of her climax to consider where it was coming from even with her magical amounts of self-control and awareness. She felt a new tightness in her chest, ass, and genitalia, one immediately different from the kind that heralded her lurid peek.

There was a sudden surge of magic in Nix’s body.

A rumble vibrated in her naturally-humongous breasts first, causing the Demoness to look down at her own chest, distracted from the absurd display of sexuality she was putting on and creating. She suffered through a moment of confusion as she watched her preposterous breasts begin to swell, unsure of what was going on. Then the realization dawned on her of what was happening and more importantly, what she’d done: she’d drank her own cum while it was imbued with her powers! Breaking out of her sexual reverie for just a second, long enough to shake her head at herself, Nix sighed and made the executive decision not to fight it or reverse the changes that were about to occur to her, though she had the abilities to do so. It’s not like she didn’t have the means to fix it all later!

Closing her eyes, she followed the enchantment through her body, able to view the glowing essence as it traveled in a space others couldn’t see, not surprised at all where it had directed itself to first. She was almost disappointed at its predictability, but that didn’t stop her from eskişehir escort enjoying the sensation of growth taking hold over her; it was another reason her products were so popular, the transformation people went through as pleasurable as it was erotic – and Nix was no different. Her moans increased in intensity as the normally-grandiose weight on her chest got heavier, taking up more and more space across her torso, squishing into Tania’s just as enormous ass and the middle of her spine.

At the same time her tits grew, her ass did as well. The chair-breaking cheeks stretched out behind her, changing from a shelf where people could place their food on, to an entire table that a family of four could eat at! Her hips widened in sync with her posterior, now unable to fit through the doors that were custom-made for her natural wideness, giving her the appearance that she could birth a litter of spawn without issue. Nipples unspared as well, they grew until they eclipsed the size of average dicks, huge and long enough now that they would need to be deepthroated if someone wanted to suck on them; while she was nowhere near the size of her assistant, Nix still reached the point of enhanced sexual absurdity.

Shuddering as the exploded harder and more forcefully into the Elf below her, her hands pawing at her magically, overdeveloped body frantically, Nix quickly found that her magical expansion was affecting all of her. The tightness of Tania’s hole started to feel painful around her upper-member, like it was squeezing the life out of it and could crush it at any second. Fighting against the ecstasy of expansion and the grip of her assistant’s pussy, Nix pulled out of her, staggering backwards, feet slipping and sliding through the cum all over the floor; yanking her cocks free of their separate prisons she grasped at them both, groaning as they pounded with power with between her fingers, pumping potent progeny into the air at an alarming rate.

She felt incomplete now that her dual-appendages were unburdened by flesh or hole, and, looking for a different place to put them, smacked them down between Tania’s colossal cheeks; her ass had grown so much it was able to consume both members with ease, the Succubus’s twin-rods disappearing into the canyon of ass-cleavage. Putting her hands back on Tania’s ass, she slapped them together like she would a pair of tits, instantly thrusting at them, running her engorged glans and palpitating shafts across the Elf’s back and against her head, Tania’s body-sized tits cushioning them. Nix hammered herself against her personal assistant, cum still rocketing from her mouth-sized piss slits and drenching the room in its entirety.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Nix managed to yell, spitting up her own seed as she did, her being burning, “Feels so fucking good! So intense! Fuck!”

It felt like her whole body was being sucked into her crotch, all of her nerve-endings fixated on her genitalia. They were growing like the rest of her was! Nix’s ginormous set of testicles were first, swelling beyond their regular means, infused with magic. Her scrotum went first, making room for the undulating spheres within it, the fleshy, weighty sack wrapping around her legs and sinking over her feet, her muscular, long legs completely obscured by its encompassing form, veins and arteries popping out across it, each on longer than her forearms. Slowly but surely her balls followed suit, spreading across the floor and raising towards her groin without lifting, becoming as big as her tits were now – her tits that extended from her chin to the base of her upper-cock while also resting against her biceps and obscuring her muscled waist.

This lurid enchantment seemed to affect her cum production as well, her extremely-bloated balls releasing an amount that befitted their deformed size; the incredibly-altered, overweight orbs gurgled so loudly, so violently that it was vibrating Nix’s entire body, nearly throwing her off balance from their ferocity. Her semen launched across the room in two unbroken streams, arcing over Tania’s head to hit the wall across them nonstop, leaving over a foot of the dense goop layered against the wall that continue to build and grow even as more of it slopped onto the floor and splattered onto the ceiling. These high-pressured salvos turned into spraying fans, her cocks unable to release them fast enough, her urethras split to almost tearing.

Her cocks finally grew.

As they did, Nix’s cocks expanded in time with each other, mirroring themselves perfectly. They snaked across Tania’s back, slithering and sliding up her spine to her head until the swelling glans pushed past her skull. They fattened as well, synchronized in their girth growth, spreading Tania’s ass cheeks farther and farther apart, her cum tunnels turning gaziantep escort into veritable chasms for her ball cream to travel through, each one wide enough to fit two arms inside of. Nix continued to curse and howl, struggling to stay standing as her members inflated, size surging through them, her fingers bruising Tania’s rear, her nails digging into her semen-soaked, soft skin.

Even when the rest of her figure stopped growing, her cocks didn’t, like her magic was working extra hard to make them as massive as possible. Her purple, gushing crowns were well past Tania’s countenance now, over a foot away from the rest of her body, with no end in sight. Shooting out farther than even the Elf’s expanded-four-tits did, they grew and grew and grew, the skin across them pulled taut as veins filled every space they could across her shafts, visibly throbbing, sticking out several inches from the tough flesh. Their combined circumferences fought for room on Nix’s crowded crotch, pressing into the sides of her thighs and the bottom of her stomach, her endowment nearly too much for her own body to handle.

“I can’t, I can’t…”

Nix panted wearily, pulling her cocks free once more to get a better view of their enlargement. Pointing up towards the ceiling, they reached towards it like they hoped to break through it, both of her shafts grinding across the Succubus’s expanded, colossal chest. Watching through bleary eyes, cum drizzling down onto her body, Nix groaned with each new inch added to their length and girth, her hands still squeezing Tania’s fatty pillows. When they did come close to touching the ceiling, they suddenly stopped, giving a last lurch as the spell faded, painting the surface above them in ball brew; if Nix had the energy to, she would’ve gasped at their size, scarcely believable to her own eyes.

“M-Mistress…?” Tania muttered, hardly audible over the sexual storm around her, “W-What’s going on?”

Her words fell on deaf ears, Nix too consumed by her now uncontrollable lust brought on by her self-inflicted development. The cocks towering over her and jutting from her crotch were ridiculous, even more so than they were normally. Each one was as tall as Tania was and almost just as wide, Nix possessing poles that were person-sized; her own hands wouldn’t be able to wrap around one of them, and pleasuring more than half of her shaft at once was an impossibility. They were incredible! Nix turned her eyes – cloudy and black – to her assistant, her breathing heavy, seeing the Elf as nothing but a set of holes to use – to use and abuse and ruin permanently, every other thought vacated from her brain.

“Nix?”

Nix pounced on the Elf once more.

“Gonna fuck you hard Tania!” She grunted, lining up her head-sized glans with Tania’s cunt and asshole, “Need to fuck you hard!”

Though Tania couldn’t see her and wasn’t aware of what had occurred during her climactic-coma, she could feel the craving dripping from her Mistress’s tongue.

“Do it! I’m yours Nix, you know that. Just don’t stop fucking me!”

Growling, Nix rammed her cocks home. With their nearly doubled width and length, they mashed against Tania’s gaping holes, respreading them, digging into the openings that were now even smaller in comparison than before. Tania moaned, life flowing back into her, her legs stretching across the floor, partially blocked by her tits that flowed out around her like a series of pillows fit for royalty; she braced herself on them as well with her hands, her palms molding into their enormity like clay. She cried out, her sperm-laced locks clinging to her countenance, seed flowing down her features, trying to relax even while it felt like someone was trying to shove tree trunks into her.

“Open up slut!”

Pulling back, Nix plowed forward once more, her whole body jiggling, tits bouncing in a circle, her ass cheeks clapping against her back, thighs and themselves. This attempt was more successful than the first, her constantly-leaking tips aiding the penetration, Tania’s holes saturated with the steaming seed billowing from them. Both entrances yawned open to an unnatural degree, putting the Elf’s natural-born resistance to the test, perfectly rounded circles formed in their place; she screamed as Nix’s gnarly glans gouged her out, knocking into her walls, pushing them together until they were nearly unified into a single hole. Nix screamed herself as she lodged the enormous mushroom-shaped ends of her cocks into her assistant.

“You, you feel so big Nix!”

Nix didn’t just feel big, she was big! Each cock was at least one and half times as large as it had been previously, and almost half of that in added length – but Tania wasn’t quite aware of this yet. To the Elf, her Mistress always felt preposterously endowed, and she simply assumed that the sensation of being gaped more and ever before was a consequence of the magic that constantly altered her being. She would quickly learn different, Nix’s member surging into her, pushing her insides to capacity, creating bulges across her torso; her entire torso was deformed now, each cock distending her stomach and chest to new heights, pushing cum out of the way to fit themselves within her.

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Closing time at Morgan’s Pub came around rather soon for Brad and Khaled. They had downed 6 pitchers between them, and they sure acted and looked like it. The sudden turning on of all the lights in the place was the indication that it was time to get out.

They had been lucky enough to find parking behind the building rather than out in front on the street. Their cars would still be there for them to pick up the next day. Feeling ready to pass out into sleep at any moment, Brad pulled his phone out and called for a cab. Khaled leaned his own tired body against a streetlight so his fogged-up mind didn’t have to worry about keeping him upright and balanced.

Brad clumsily paced around as they talked and waited. It wasn’t long before the cab showed up to whisk them away. The driver made sure he was quick in dropping them off, as Brad was looking a little pale now. He got dropped off first and gave a ten to Khaled as he said goodbye. He yawned and staggered toward the door of his house as the taxi pulled away and disappeared into the quiet suburban night.

He was anxious to get out of his work clothes finally, and more than ready for bed. He decided to go to the guest room again so he wouldn’t wake Pam. As quietly as he could in this state, he unlocked the front door and stepped inside. He got out of his shoes and went to use the washroom, then retreated again to that spare room.

He layed down on his back and immediately got the bedspins. The room seemed to twist and rotate around him, causing him to get nauseous fast. He got up and bolted across the hallway to the washroom. He closed the door behind him and got to his knees in front of the toilet bowl. Into it he retched the contents of his stomach, and heaved some more after for good measure. He knew he had tried to cram too much fun into his stolen night of freedom. There wasn’t a chance in hell he’d make it into work that morning.

He stood up after he was sure he was done and tekirdağ escort washed his hands and face again. The android in the next room heard and recorded the sounds. Her AI could easily decode the story being told by this particular sonic sequence. Brad had come home drunk like this before, and spent the pre-dawn hours puking into the toilet a few times too. She compared probability calculations and decided that for her own good it was best to just stay away from the human until he woke up several hours from then.

He staggered back to the guest room and layed down again. This time, he took some advice from his drinking friends and rested with one leg off the bed. The effect of having one foot grounded might have been purely psychological, but it seemed to help. The spinning effect wasn’t nearly as bad, and he could now coax his mind into shutting down for the night.

It was a fitful sleep for him. He heard Pam get up, then the kids. He got up too, and pulled his phone out of his pants on the floor so he could call in sick to work. As he layed down again, he heard his family prepare for and eat breakfast. Their talking was thankfully at a minimum, and he drifted again into some much needed rest.

Later on, Pam had sat the kids down in front of the quieter than usual TV for some electronic babysitting. She had some needs of her own to attend to now. She walked quietly up the stairs to the bedroom again and closed the door. She locked it too, then went over to close the window and shut the blinds. When she computed that the possibility of being watched or seen was minimal, she sat down at the dresser in front of her makeup mirror.

She looked at her reflection as her hand reached up to grab the sides of her face. Her interlocking mechanisms released it, and she pulled it away from the rest of her head. Now the video cameras behind her eyes made some detailed scans around the tokat escort edges of the oval-shaped device. Some of the contact points weren’t connecting, and that could cause big trouble if it wasn’t dealt with soon. Point by point, the voluptuous fembot scanned the connectors and logged the details to a file on one of her hard drives.

After two minutes of that, she turned her attention to the complicated machinery perched atop her neck and shoulders. She looked at the mirror and leaned in close to make the same kinds of scans to her opened head. While bright LEDs of many colours flashed around the complex circuitry and electronics, she recorded a high resolution video stream of all those matching points around the edges where her pretty silicone face clicked in. She held her bangs out of the way with her other hand as she scanned the top portion of the rounded edge. A second file of confusingly detailed results got written down for the Master Computing Device to read later.

When she was done, she kept holding her hair out of the way and clicked her human-looking face back over the purely artificial one. Her round glass eyeballs were once again framed by natural looking eyelids and eyelashes, and her naked magnetic speaker was once again hidden by her full red lips. She looked at her own perfectly empty expression as she received and recorded more data on this latest connection. 21.7% of the extremely small but important connection points had again failed to properly connect. Her stay at Marcia’s house today would have to last longer than planned.

When she computed that she looked fully human again, Pam rolled up the blinds, opened the window and unlocked the door. She went downstairs and waited for Brad to get up. The kids were again mostly ignoring her. Marcus was watching action cartoons while Jessica was laying on the floor in front of an untouched colouring book. She kept looking trabzon escort under the table where little Charlie used to hide.

Pam sat silently too. There wasn’t much for her AI to make her speaker say. Almost an hour went by before Brad emerged from what was becoming his room. Pam’s microphones recorded the sound of him walking slowly to the washroom and closing the door. She stared out blankly as she waited, but now at least she wasn’t so dumbly smiling. She would wait for him to come out before telling him she was on her way out again.

He took his time in there. He emptied his bladder once more and swallowed some aspirin from out of the medicine cabinet. He came out at last and went straight to the kitchen to get some more beer inside him fast. The old ‘Hair of the Dog’ cure still worked the best. Pam stood up as he was walking down the stairs. He didn’t look at her. She followed slowly as he went into the kitchen. She waited with automatic patience as he reached inside the fridge and cracked open a cold one.

“Brad honey, I need to go shopping again.” she said, using the excuse that was most likely to be believed.

The man finished gulping until he needed air, then closed his eyes and hoped the alcohol would reach his brain fast. His bloodshot eyes looked at her as he kept the can near to his face.

“Sure.” was all he said.

She leaned in close and set her digital voice to whisper mode. “I’m gonna pick up Marcus’s jersey too.”

That reminded Brad about what had happened with his son the day before. He set a major frown on his face and took another drink.

“So that should take you, what…. five hours?” he asked, being as cynically sarcastic as he could be.

“About that.” she said, totally missing his point.

“Whatever.” he said. He knew exactly where she’d be going. He had a phone call to make now to make sure her movements were recorded. He wandered slowly around her sexy plump chassis and went to go sit down on the couch.

Pam watched him leave the kitchen and made a series of calculations. Still, there was nothing she could figure out for herself. She went to the washroom just for a realistic display of humanness, then said goodbye and left the house.

Brad listened for her to be gone finally, then went to phone Colin.

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Parker had been skeptical of aliens until the day he was abducted. When he awoke, it was in a plain, grey room, and he was suspended by his wrists with his ankles pulled apart by chains from the ground. Still able to move his head, he squirmed and looked around, seeing something unusual about his penis. He couldn’t quite tell what- perhaps that it looked larger, but he was uncertain from this angle. Between his legs also felt wet.

As he stood, dazed, a screen in front of him showed up as a cameraman appeared though a door in front of him. The camerman was humanoid but alien, with pale skin and large pupils. He was also completely naked with a large penis, and noticing this, the curious earthling Parker began to stir from arousal. Parker then noticed that the video camera was feeding to the flat screen that had at first blended in with the wall in front of him. He could see himself, suspended and naked.

It was then he noticed what was unusual about his penis- the urethral opening was stretched. He gasped and fear shook him, squirming as the well-built camera man zoomed in between his legs. Parker also noticed, now, what was causing the cool wetness between his legs- a vagina. It was dripping a bit, and Parker assumed it was water, having no time to think logically about his recent changes in body.

Another alien entered, now, and the screen showed him.

“Hello, Parker,” the new one said kindly. “You’re about to become an intergalactic porn-star. How do you feel about that?”

Parker only held still from shock.

“Well, since düzce escort you are going to be quiet like that, we’ll just start. Do you like the new hole, er, holes we set up for you down there?”

“No! This is crazy,” Parker finally managed.

“Oh, that’s just too bad, because I love them,” the alien responded. As he got closer Parker realised he was well-built, his muscles similar to human in anatomy, and toned to shape. “Tell you what- I’ll let you know what I’m doing so you can at least figure out what muscles you have to relax when I do it. If you have to scream, use my name, Avo, will you? That really gets me off.” He was taller than Parker, only slightly, and definitely wider due to his muscles. His skin was bluish and his penis was smaller than Parker’s, around 8″. The girth was also smaller- tiny, even, at probably an inch. Avo wrapped his hands around Parker’s penis and began pumping him to stiffness, and then started to lube up his own penis.

The cameraman was circling around them, Parker could see from the screen, and was generally going between penis shots, occasionally lingering on Parker’s brand new vagina.

“What I’m going to do,” Avo started, touching his cock’s head to Parker’s large penis, “is enter you from here.”

“What!?” Parker cried out, shocked and shivering, even though he was restrained.

“Oh, stop that, you’ll love it. You did before we wiped your memory.” Avo smiled and began to slide his penis inside of Parker’s stretched cock like he was edirne escort sheathing a weapon. The fit was very loose, and Avo wiggled his hips a little to repeatedly touch against the walls inside Parker’s penis.

In response, Parker’s vagina began to wet itself from arousal. He was enjoying the sensation, and felt betrayed by his body.

“You like that, right?” Avo asked, but Parker responded by shaking his head rebelliously, closing his eyes. “Oh no? Your body is telling me otherwise.” Avo reached his hands forward between Parker’s legs. His fingers were long and he had no trouble finding his clit or his entrance. “Yum.”

“Ah…! No, s-stop!” Parker stuttered, crying out from how sensitive his hot vag was.

“Neither of us have even gotten off, yet!” Avo smiled. He began to roll his hips back and forth, his penis sliding in and out of Parker’s. The cock-stuffing only made them both harder, and Parker wetter. Parker moaned.

“N… no…” Parker groaned meekly from his throat, looking down at his penetrated member with half-opened eyes.

“Now that you’re a bit more accustomed, let me help fill you up, there.” As he said that, Parker felt an unusual sensation in his penis. Avo’s was no longer much smaller in girth, pressing against the insides. He had to pull his hand away from Parker’s barely-touched clit in order to grip his penis, pumping in and out now that the fit was more secure. Meanwhile, with his other hand, he was using his thumb to flick Parker’s tender button. elazığ escort His fingers were also prodding in and out of his cunt, speeding up rhythm as he did with his hips. The cameraman was still present, circling around the spectacle like a hawk, keeping the lens aimed at the two exciting penetrations going on.

Finally, Parker’s body rocked, and even though Avo was still thrusting in and out of him, his twat dripped with climax, his stretched penis orgasming around Avo’s at the same time. As if he were queued, Avo pulled his wet penis out from Parker’s meat-sheathe, pushing it up against Parker’s stomach as he pressed close and forced his alien member into Parker’s pussy.

“Ah!” Parker cried out from the fingers being replaced by the alien’s much-larger dick, coming again from the penetration itself. This time his penis’s ejaculate spurted over his chest and Avo’s, but Avo made no gesture to recognise it as he pumped in and out of Parker.

“F… faster!” Parker stuttered, hardly fazed by the alien penis splitting his virginal vagina apart. In fact, Parker loved the feeling of his pussy receiving Avo- and he loved watching it, too, as the cameraman zoomed into the current penetration. Parker also realised that Avo was not inside all the way, the base of his penis still visible and dry. “M… more! I want more of you inside of me!”

In response, Avo jerked faster, and it felt like more cock was inside of him.

Parker yelled out Avo’s name in a loud display of pleasure as he attempted to thrust himself upon the alien’s hard-on. Parker felt Avo’s head throb deep inside of him and his insides become slick as he squirmed, and for another half hour Avo continued thrusting, his release still finding all of the untouched parts inside of Parker and sticking to them. None seeped out of Parker, his body selfishly holding onto the copious quarts of alien semen.

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Ashy hair fell in waves down her back and pearlescent blue eyes showed nothing but sorrow. At a quick glance she seemed little more than a child, petite as she was but upon closer inspection one could make out the soft swell of her breasts and the definite curves marking her as a young woman. The tears that stained her face fell unceasingly down her face and body, feeding the large lake surrounding the small rock of an island she could claim as her home, the only one she could remember.

The tenderness in her face along with her tears brought a fierce sense of protectiveness racing through Braedan. He longed to reach out and gather her in his arms and hold her until her tears ceased falling. For some unknown reason all he could do was watch the captivating woman from a distance as a sigh escaped her lips and she sank to the ground looking utterly defeated.

“Who are you?” Braedan asked out loud, his voice carrying across the water. Her head jerked up at the sound and her penetrating eyes met his.

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The harsh sound of Braedan’s alarm jarred him awake. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he wondered yet again how he managed to keep up when he rose every morning well before the sun. It was not the first time he had dreamed of the girl. It was always the same, her delicate beauty masked in sorrow and her ever present tears. There was one change between this night’s dream and those of the past. She had seen him. Never in the countless nights he had witnessed her silent torment had she recognized his presence. But as he lay in bed he could still picture her unbelievable eyes meeting his in surprise. He could still clearly see her perfect skin reflected in the lake and he knew it was as soft as it looked. He wished he could hear her voice, knowing it would be as intoxicating as the rest of her. Braedan could feel his cock growing hard as he continued to think of her and knew he had to stop. Groaning loudly, he threw off his covers and flipped off his alarm clock, 3:03am, and headed into his bathroom to get ready for his twelve hour day.

He had recently made resident at Maywood Park Hospital in pediatrics for the emergency room. Maywood was not a large city but with a population wavering around 30,000 there was still a lot of work to be done. Although he was no longer the new guy he always took on the extra hours that were offered; it wasn’t as if he had anything else to do. He had spent so much time working to get to this point that now that he was here he realized how much he had given up to get there.

He had lost contact with most of his friends and the few he was still in contact with solely conversed over e-mail. His party days had ended before entering Med School and the last time he had been out to a bar was when his brother came to visit, when was it, a year and a half ago? He had been content with spending his time working between the hospital and the small ranch that ran a therapy program. It was designed to break through the physical and mental barriers of disability and sickness by partnering a patient with a horse. His off days from the hospital were spent on the ranch, Wolf Hallow either assisting with the therapy sessions or tending to the horses. He felt most at peace with himself when he was surrounded by the natural smells of the barn, the whickering of horses and the laughter of the children who visited the ranch.

The shower was exactly what he needed to fight off the remnant of his dream and a quick slice of toast and orange juice saw him out his front door. The morning was quieter than normal and he wondered if a storm was coming in. His small house was at the edge of town, surrounded by the beginnings of a beautiful old growth forest. He was minutes away from Wolf Hallow which made his volunteer time even more enjoyable. Glancing briefly at the tree line, as if expecting to see something there, he sighed.

“I have got to get her out of my head” he growled desperately to himself, pulling his hands through his thick auburn hair. Throwing his bag in the back of his old pickup he climbed in and made his way downtown.

“I can assure you Mrs. Jakobs, that Connor is absolutely fine. The x-ray came back and he is suffering from nothing more than a bruised ego and sprained ankle.” Braedan explained to the frazzled middle aged woman sitting in the emergency room waiting room. She was a constant worrier and brought her children at least once a week. He was sure she had paid her insurance deductable for the year in the first three weeks.

“Oh thank you, Dr. Kelly! bursa escort I am so relieved to hear that. Is there anything I need to worry about for his recovery? Should I excuse him from school for the week, what about giving him something for the pain, and what if” Mrs. Jakobs was off and if Braedan did not stop her soon she would fall into near hysterics.

“He is more than capable of attending school, although I would suggest he use crutches until the swelling goes down; do you still have the pair you purchased for Jasmine a few months ago?” the woman nodded.

“They’re in the car, I brought them along just in case he would need them” she responded proudly.

“Perfect, as for giving him something for the pain, three ibuprofen or Tylenol will do the trick and make sure that he keeps his foot elevated and ices it for no more than 20 minutes at a time; again only until the swelling goes down,” he smiled down at the eccentric woman. “Now, why don’t you wait here while I go and get his ankle wrapped up and start him off on those pain killers. I’ll bring him out in just a few minutes.”

Mrs. Jakobs nodded and sat down, heaving an audible sigh of relief. Braedan had to stop himself from chuckling as he walked back to where Connor Jakobs was ‘resting’. Really he had requested that Dr. Kelly give him some peace and quiet from his mother.

“Alright Connor, do you have your ankle wrapped up how I showed you?” Braedan asked when he pushed the curtain aside. The young man looked up from tucking the end of the ace bandage in and nodded.

“Sure thing, Doc. How long before I can hit the track again? We have our first meet in two weeks.” Connor was the captain of the high school track team in Maywood and at 17 and a senior he was really counting on a scholarship to come through because of his ability.

“You should be fine to go in a few days. The sprain isn’t very bad. Wait until the swelling goes down and start off slow. Walk the track for a bit, and do those exercises I showed you and you will be good to go by the end of the week.”

Connor smiled and sighed.

“I guess it’s time to face the music. Just how hysterical is she, Doc? Tell me honestly.” Braedan did laugh at that. The boy seemed resigned to face a firing squad.

“I took care of her, Connor, nothing to worry about. Just be grateful she cares so much, even if she does smother you a bit.”

“That’s the understatement of the year, no wonder Ada left right after high school. God, I can’t wait to see her again! It will be nice to have her back in town.”

“Ada? Are you saying there is another Jakobs sibling?” Braedan asked. Mrs. Jakobs was the mother of five, Connor, Jasmine, the fifteen year old who had just entered high school, Greg and Steven the twin hellion nine year olds and Gracie, the youngest member at four. Braedan had never heard that the there was an older sibling.

“She is a sibling, but she isn’t a Jakobs. Mom found her right after I was born. She was taking a walk and heard someone crying. She found Ada, and took her in.”

“How old was she?”

“About seven; old enough to know her name and her birthday. Adelaide Bennett born August 13, 1984. She was even able to tell authorities her parent’s names and given them a description but they could not find anyone who matched the names and the profile she gave them. When CPS couldn’t find anything out about her family they allowed my mom to take her in as a foster child. After a few years she adopted her.”

“And they never found out anything about her?” Braedan loved a good mystery and his curiosity was peaked. Connor shrugged.

“Nothing. There was no missing person’s report in the country that matched her description or her name, no birth records. There are so many Bennetts in this country that there was no way to contact them all but from what my mom said she sent out letters to hundreds of them and either heard nothing back or was told they had never heard of an Adelaide. Kinda crazy, I know. But she is a wonderful big sister and oh my god she makes the most amazing cheesecake on the planet!” Connor closed his eyes and moaned in appreciation. “And as soon as she gets back I will her until she make me one, I’ll even bring a piece for you, doc.” Braedan smiled and the boy’s enthusiasm.

“Thanks, Connor. I appreciate the thought. What brings her back to Maywood?” He knew he should be ushering the boy out of the hospital but he could not help his question.

“She just finished her Doctorate in psychology and rehabilitation and is coming to work at Wolf Hallow. She’s supposed to be coming in at the end of the week.”

“Hold on a second, you said she just got her Doctorate and she’s only 24?” Braedan interrupted.

“Like çanakkale escort I said, she left right after high school. She has done school nonstop since then. She said she knew she was needed and the sooner she finished the more help she could be. She’s always been a little strange.”

Braedan had heard there was someone new joining the staff, that is was Connor’s older sister was a pleasant surprise and not to mention that she was obviously a very passionate individual she would be a real asset to the ranch.

“I might just meet her then, I do a lot of volunteer work on the ranch.”

“Really?” Connor exclaimed. “That’s great. We’ll have to introduce you, maybe you can come to dinner this weekend.” Braedan was a little taken back.

“That’s a very kind offer, Connor but I couldn’t impose, especially at a family reunion.” At this comment Connor looked at Braedan carefully and then stood and limped past him into the hall, heading to the waiting room.

“Then I’ll ask mom about it, no one says no to her, not even you, Doc.” The seventeen year old flashed a bright grin and called to his mom when he saw her.

“Hey mom, Doc Kelly volunteers over at Wolf Hallow. I was thinking it would be nice to have him to dinner to meet Ada so she knows someone over there before she starts on Monday.” Mrs. Jakobs eyes lit up and went straight to Braedan who held back a groan. He loved this family but was not sure if he could take more than a few hours a month with them.

“Connor that is a wonderful idea! How does Saturday night sound, Doctor? I’m making corn chowder and corn bread and all the veggies you can eat.” How could he turn down a home cooked meal, especially when he hated cooking.

“That would be wonderful, Mrs. Jakobs, thank you for the invitation. Are you sure it wouldn’t be an imposition?”

“Imposition? No dear, not at all. Especially after all you have done for my family. Be there around 4:30 and we make a whole evening of it.”

“I’ll be there, thank you.”

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Saturday found Braedan at the barn early, letting the horses out into the paddocks while he mucked out their stalls. The physical worked helped ease his mind from his ever reoccurring dreams. Three years was a long time to have the same dream. Alright, he had to admit that they were never the same, not exactly. Just like the dream earlier in the week, last night’s dream brought something new.

This time he found himself upon the island with his beauty. He was not sure when he had begun to think of her as his but as he stood barely five feet from her and watched her tears falls as she slept, he growled possessively, startling himself. Never had he felt so possessive of anyone, or anything. He hated to see her tears continue to fall and he ached to see her experience such sorrow. He had never seen her sleep before, always had she been awake. Even in rest there was sadness etched into her perfect countenance. Moving slowly, he came up beside her and knelt beside her makeshift bed.

He dared not reach out the mere inches to touch her, afraid his body would betray him in his need for her. His hands yearned to run through her long ash colored locks and stroke her delicate skin. Instead he studied her carefully for what seemed like hours. She sighed often and her tears never faulted. Just before he awoke, as the day time world pulled him from his watch, he glanced down one last time and swore he saw the briefest smile cross her face.

He woke up sweating and his body in desperate need of release. How long had it been since he had slept with anyone? He knew it had been at least a year. Since his dreams began it became more and more difficult to find anything worthwhile in the women he met in the waking world. He tried for a while but was always left feeling unfulfilled and guilty, as though he were betraying his night time angel. At that point he had not even felt any sexual attraction to her, in fact he found that his desire for anyone had just, disappeared. So he had stopped seeing anyone. It was only since the dream a few nights ago that his body began to crave the intimate touch of a woman. And not just any woman, but one who solely existed in his dreams! Braedan felt completely lost and not for the first time wondered if he was pushing himself too hard. He was so caught up in his thoughts he did not hear the person who entered the barn until they spoke.

“Morning cowboy, you’re sure up early.” The voice was sweet and unfamiliar. Braedan turned and removed his hat, wiping his brow as he studied the person in front of him. She was rather tall for a woman, maybe 5’10”, although still small compared to his towering frame of 6’2. She was at ease in a comfortable pair of rize escort jeans and a flannel shirt and her worn boots proved that she knew her way around a horse. She was…cute. Yes, cute was the best thing to describe her. Despite her height she had a very pixie like frame and face. Short black hair was messily arranged around her heart shape face and green eyes shown mischievously.

“I find the morning the best time to get chores out of the way. I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m Braedan Kelly.” He reached, pulled the glove off and offered his hand in greeting. She smiled brightly and clasped his hand, shaking it with enthusiasm.

“So this is the good Doc Kelly my baby brother has told me all about. Very nice to meet you Doc, I’m Adelaide Bennett, but please call me Ada.” Her smile was genuine and Braedan found himself smiling back easily. “You looked rather deep in thought there, Doc. Anything the matter?” she asked, leaning casually against the side of the stall Braedan was working on.

“I heard you were a psychologist but I did not expect you to start in so soon.” He chuckled but Ada just shrugged.

“Sometime someone just needs to be heard, I don’t mind listening so I make sure to offer. Sorry if I came on a bit strong.” Her smile had yet to leave her face but she did appear to be curious as to where his mind was wandering to minutes before.

“Well, all I was thinking about was the fact that I am in desperate need of a vacation. But for now, mucking out stalls and maybe a nice ride in the woods will do to help clear my mind.”

“That sounds like a fabulous idea, Doc. Would you care for some company?” She had reached into her back pocket and begun to pull on a pair of small leather gloves.

“Company would be wonderful, Ada. There’s a second wheelbarrow and shovel just out the back door there. I’ve finished the first five stalls so far, the rest are free to claim.”

The two spent the rest of the morning finishing the stalls and grooming the horses that would be used for that day’s sessions. Although Ada did not technically start working until Monday, she wanted a chance to get to know the animals and her coworkers without having to worry about participants as well.

“So you volunteered here when you were in high school?” Braedan asked once they had saddled two horses and made their way toward one of the main trails into the forest.

“I rode my bike here everyday after school and spent every Sunday after church here as well. I had to save Saturdays for school work.” Ada responded. She really liked Braedan so far, in the little time she had spent with him. He may not originally be from Maywood but seemed to love it. But she could tell that beneath his easy smile there was something really bothering him.

“Was volunteering here what inspired you to become a psychologist?” Braedan inquired further.

“That just about sums it up. There is something about this place and what it does that has always drawn me. I’ve seen miracles performed with these animals,” she patted the neck of palomino, Rosie she was riding. “I’ve even convinced a friend to follow me down here to try and get his little sister some help. She’ll come and meet the staff and horses on Monday.”

“Do you mind if I ask what she needs help with?”

“A few years ago she and her parents were part of a major highway accident up north. Drunk driver, slick road conditions, the worse possible combination really. Anyway, she and her parents were trapped in their car for nearly two hours before the authorities were able to get them out. She was not very badly injured, mostly superficial things, but both of her parents suffered terribly. In those two hours she had to watch them die while also hearing the screams and cries from the cars around her. Twelve people died in total with about fifty six injuries. Her brother was her only family left and took her in. At first she seemed fine, well, as fine as one can be after witnessing the death of one’s parents, but over the course of a few weeks she began to close herself off. She has now completely retreated into herself. Surprisingly she still takes care of herself rather well but she talks to no one, looks at no one, and seems genuinely unaware of anything around her except her cat. Her bond with her cat is what made me think that working with the horses might help her.” Ada shrugged. “She is a beautiful girl and once I got to know she and her brother I studied even harder to finish my degree and get back here.”

“Why didn’t he bring her himself, before you finished?”

“He hates Doctors,” she grinned over at him. “And he spent so much time being talked at without seeing any improvement in Galen that he has a hard time trusting anyone’s methods. I did try to convince him to come down but he said the only way he would bring her was if I were there.”

“I suppose that makes sense. A lot of people forget the hardship such an occurrence has on the caregiver. I wish you luck in her treatment.”

“Thanks, I think I will need it. She may open up to the horses, but I have to get her to open up to the people around her.”

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